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Dress Code
Life can be truly unbearable for the average male if he is suddenly caught
in a pair of frilly girl's 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!
I've always been a casual cross dresser, very content to play dress-up games
in the privacy of nearby hotel and motel rooms. The Navy doesn't 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 wasn't
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 day's 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 couldn't 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 Linda's 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 didn't 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 Linda's desk drawer. Everything was normal the
next morning. Linda didn't 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 hadn't
left the lights on in the office. While talking to him, I didn't hear the
outer office door open. But I did hear someone insert a key in my locked
office door! I couldn't hang up and get to the door before it opened. I've
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 dutywatch, and looked up to see Petty Officer Linda and her friend
Beth standing in the doorway.
I knew I couldn't 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 I'd 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, don't you, sir? When little girls get too
excited, they drip a little, getting their pretty little panties all icky
and stained. You wouldn't 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 I'd 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, I'd
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 I've 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 you're 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, we're going to take liberties with you, 'sir'. Unless you want
to end up in the brig, you'll do everything, and I mean everything, that we
tell you. We've even thought up a new name for you, something more fitting
for our new girlfriend - Barbie because you're going to be our new Barbie
Doll. So, 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, we're going to let you go all the way!
Beth put her pile of feminine clothing on the couch and had remove Linda's
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 wasn't 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
wouldn't carry out that threat. I was thankful that they didn't. 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 wasn't
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
didn't 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, Ma'am......I mean aye....no Ma'am."
"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 wasn't 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 wouldn't settle for a simple explanation. They kept me
repeating my reply until it was embarrassingly detailed.
"Miss Linda, I'm wearing pretty little pink lace bikini panties with French
lace and pretty little ruffles and bows on them."
"Let's 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 lace panties.
"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!
"That's 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, haven't you, Miss
Barbie?
Answer me, girl!
Haven't you!?"
"Yes, my panties are wet, Miss Linda."
But that wasn't good enough for them. I had to keep describing my 'accident'
in detail before they'd let me go.
"I've 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. I'm 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 this.
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 Wave's
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 doesn't 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
mouth.
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 didn't 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 free
hand.
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 didn't have to return her kiss; she was holding me so tight around
my waist that my head wouldn't go back any further. She kissed me long and
hard, and as she did I could see the flash coming from Beth's camera.
When she broke off the kiss, she made me promise that I would return there
tomorrow and meet her. She wouldn't let us go until she had Beth's and Linda
's 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 didn't 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 Wave's 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 can't
do this, you're going to get a severe dressing down, young lady!" Linda
laughed.
Oh, yes, replied Beth,
"it's very unladylike to wear damp panties, little girl, so don't let me
catch you wearing damp panties again, or maybe momma Beth will put you in
diapers. Yes, you'd 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. I'm 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 Linda's 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, you're still not wearing regulation undies.
Where's your white cotton panties, where's your plain white regulation slip?
We can't have this disregard for regulations, can we Miss Barbie?"
I shamefully replied,
"No, Miss Linda, I'm very sorry, Miss Linda."
"You've been acting so young and foolish, not very mature, I'm 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, let's see... you wet your panties, right?
And you really love lace and ribbons.
Your favorite color is pink...
Maybe you'd 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
don't wet their pretty little panties, Miss Barbie. I'm afraid we'll 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
wasn't feeling too well. In about an hour she returned with several large
packages.
"You're in luck, Miss Barbie. I was able to find your size in some really
cute little girl's 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 girl's
party dress. I was candy-apple red from shame, unable to move without
exposing my pretty ruffled panties.
"Don't you like your new party dress, Miss Barbie?" Linda teased.
"I really like to see you dressed as a sissy little girl. And I'm sure my
macho division officer is about to wet her darling little panties, she's 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:
"I'm 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 couldn't leave the office, I was in desperate need
to use the men's room. Linda anticipated my dilemma and produced a little
potty chair, the kind you'd use to potty train a child with.
After looking at my punishment writing, she lifted my short skirt to see if
I'd had an accident.
"Very good, Miss Barbie!
You're still dry!
I guess it's 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 don't have time to lower your new
panties."
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