Girly Points
by:Little Miss Vicky Kay  
Synopsis:Two thirteen year old boys stay out late and are grounded by their 17 year old babysitter who makes them earn "Girly Points" to end their punishment. But, do they ever want to go back?Rated G


The following story was written by Little Miss 
Vicky Kay. Gosh, if you use it for personal 
gain, the big bad copyright wolf will do really 
scary stuff! So play nice. 

Warning: this story might be too cute for some 
tastes. When I was writing it, I thought it was 
getting too cutesy but, then I though what the 
heck, let the snuggle bug run wild!

LG Story, Girly points.

When I was 13, my parents went to a funeral for 
my Great uncle who I never met in Arizona. 
Apparently he was difficult and even they did 
not want to go. They called around and realized 
that if I went I would be the only kid there.

They opted to let me stay at a friend's house 
for two weeks. Jay's parents were on vacation, 
but they had a 17-year-old daughter Lisa who 
was paid to look after both of us for two 
weeks. Jay and I snuck off and played video 
games at the arcade until it closed at eleven 
on the first night. We were supposed to be home 
by 9:00 but we didn't call with Jay telling me 
that he could handle his sister. He didn't know 
how wrong he was.

"Where have you two been?" she asked arms 
folded and glaring.

"Oh, lighten up sis, we were just at the 
arcade," Jay said trying to lighten the mood.

"You were supposed to be back by 9:00! If mom 
and dad were here, you'd be grounded for a 
month!" she screamed.

"Well they ain't here, so lighten up chickie," 
he said as lightly as he could.

She grabbed him by the arm and twisted it up 
behind his back and pushed him to the floor. 
She was still bigger than he was and managed to 
subdue him easily as she pushed him to the 
floor face down while he kicked ineffectually. 

"Now you listen up Jay. No more crap. You both 
take your shower now then go straight to bed."

"But we're allowed to stay up till Midnight in 
Saturdays," he whined.

"Not tonight sweetie, you're being punished. 
Tonight and tomorrow, you will be grounded." 
She twisted his arm harder until he moaned in 
pain. "If you don't do what I say, I swear, I'm 
going to pull down your pants in front of your 
friend and spank you until you cry!" She got 
off of him and pointed towards the bathroom and 
said, "Go!"

Jay blushed deeply, and hung his head in defeat 
as he made his way to the bathroom. She then 
grabbed me by the wrist and led me to the other 
bathroom. I sheepishly followed and there was a 
stirring in my pants that served to embarrass 
me even further into submission. She left while 
I undressed and came back once I was in the 
shower to leave a towel.

My shower ended and all I found was a small 
hand towel and my clothes were gone. I looked 
in all of the cabinets and could find nothing 
larger to dry myself with, so I used the hand 
towel.

As I was finishing, Lisa yelled from the 
hallway, "Okay you two come out for inspection! 
I was embarrassed, and put my skimpy towel in 
front of my genitals. I was terrified that my 
excitement would show and I blushed deeply as I 
sheepishly made my way towards her and a deeply 
blushing Jay. She grabbed his hand and looked 
closely to make sure they were clean, and then 
she pulled on his ears and examined them 
closely. "Open" she said. "Go back and brush 
those teeth." Jay stomped off to brush his 
teeth.

She examined me closely and seemed relatively 
pleased with my hygiene as we waited for Jay to 
come back. He joined us and Jay said, "Are you 
satisfied?"

"Yes sweetie, I am," she said sweetly pinching 
his cheek as Jay slapped her patronizing 
gesture away.

Jeff broke off and stomped to his room, which 
he found locked. He kicked it and Lisa said, "I 
wouldn't if I were you."

"Why not?"

"Because it's attached to the alarm now and the 
men will come if you trip it. You know how dad 
hates those extra charges."

Jeff sighed and she grabbed us each by the arm 
leading us to her room, where laid out on the 
bed were two very frilly baby doll nighties and 
matching panties that were of a style that 
would be appropriate for a child with lots of 
lace on the bum.

"No way!" Jay screamed. All Lisa had to do was 
swat him once on the behind and I could see the 
tears well up within him.

"Pink or yellow?" she asked me. "Decide."

"Yellow." I said blushing as she handed me the 
yellow silky panties with tons of white lace 
all over them. She then helped me put on the 
nightie and turned to Jay who grabbed the pink 
panties and reluctantly put them on. Lisa 
tapped a single finger on her forearm as she 
crossed her arms impatiently.

"Now, you two are going to sleep in the same 
bed together and in the morning, you'll cook me 
breakfast. After that, we'll see about keeping 
you two busy while you're grounded." She handed 
me a white teddy bear and Jay a pink panda. 
"You'll keep these with you at all times 
tonight. Now get in bed so that I can tuck you 
in."

I silently slipped between the sheets and 
positioned myself against the wall.

Jay got in beside me and had to wriggle around 
to get comfortable. 

Lisa blew us a kiss and said, "Sweet dreams 
girls," then turned off the lights.

I laid there pretending to sleep for a long 
time wondering if Jay felt the same way I did. 
I felt like this was the best thing that had 
ever happened to me. I loved dressing up in 
secret and now I was being told to by a 
beautiful older girl. I was so happy that I 
wanted to cry and so thrilled that I couldn't 
stop shaking. There was only one problem. I was 
so turned on, that I was nearly ready to 
explode. I held my teddy bear against my 
erection and squeezed.

Jay seemed to be trembling as well, but I did 
the best I could to go to sleep and after an 
impossibly long night, I awoke to the sounds of 
Cyndi Lauper on the CD alarm. "Girls Just Wanna 
Have Fun."

Lisa opened the door completely dressed and 
pulled the covers completely off of us. "Okay 
you two, time to get punished. Jay start making 
waffles and show your darling little friend how 
to make coffee."

I blushed and helped Jay with breakfast which 
she ate silently reading the paper ignoring us 
completely. We washed the dishes and finally 
she looked up at us and said, "It's time for 
you two to get dressed." 

We followed her to her room where she 
thoughtfully perused her underwear drawer 
producing two pairs of nearly identical 
panties. Both white with lace trim; one pink 
lace the other purple. Again the style seemed 
to indicate a child's style. She gave each of 
us a training bra to put on saying, "you're 
just about that age aren't you?"

Next she gave us lace trimmed knee socks, mine 
pink lace, Jay's lavender to match his panties. 
We each got a slip that fell about mid-thigh, 
both white and fluffy. Next she produced two 
party dresses.

Mine was pink with blue ribbons and bows and 
had a sheer lace bodice over a blue embroidered 
Giraffe. It had a white underskirt sewn in for 
fullness so that it floated a little when I 
walked. I blushed and was afraid to say how 
pretty and wonderful I thought it was. I put it 
on quietly and Lisa buttoned up the back for 
me.

She took out a white party dress even more 
fluffy and lacy than mine and gave it to Jay. 
The dress had lavender details, bows and a big 
bow in back where it tied at the small of his 
back and the skirts puffed out from lots of 
netting sewn in underneath.

She sat me down and brushed out my shoulder 
length blonde hair. "Oh, you have such pretty 
hair!" She said as she put a big pink bow in it 
and snipped my bangs to make them fall nicer. 
"I wish I was a pretty as you at your age. Look 
at you! What a doll!"

I stood up blushing and she gave Jay a little 
more elaborate treatment, braiding his into pig 
tails and tying them with matching ribbons.

Our feet were simply bigger than hers even 
then, so we went to her mother's closet. She 
had one pair of black Mary Jane style shoes and 
a pair of pink open toe sandals that matched my 
dress.

She brought us out to the living room and had 
us stand at attention. "Since you two cannot be 
trusted out by yourselves, I have decided to 
dress you up like good little girls. You can go 
out like this if you wish, but I'm guessing you 
won't.

You will both have to prove that you are good 
little girls before you can dress like boys 
again. You do this by winning 'girly points'. I 
have some activities that you will compete in 
to prove that you are good little girls. If 
either of you fail to prove that you are a good 
little girls over the next two days, then you 
will be required to remain as you are for the 
next two weeks. And, I will make sure that your 
parents know what awful kids you were.

One hundred girly points makes you a good girl. 
There are 14 events worth ten points each to 
the winner and nothing to the loser. You may 
note that there aren't enough of them for both 
of you to win by simply competing. 

Girly points are also won by doing nice things 
for others and being a good sport when she 
loses. Hugs, sympathy, housework, being 
courteous, and helping your little friend look 
or feel pretty will also get you girly points. 
I encourage you to help each other with hair, 
makeup, straitening the other's dresses and 
making fashion suggestions for each other.

If you gloat when you win, you will have girly 
points taken away. Also, if you pout, cry out 
of anything but happiness, or in any way put 
down your little girlfriend, you will lose 
girly points.

If either of you kicks fights, pushes or in any 
way acts like a stupid boy, then you have 
earned the right to dress up in girl clothes 
for the next two weeks and cannot earn any 
girly points.

The competition will begin now. I will show you 
how to curtsy, and then you will practice while 
I finish getting ready for work. The best 
Curtsy gets ten girly points."

She showed us how to curtsy and had us try a 
couple of times. Then she had us face each 
other and practice and make suggestions. She 
especially wanted us to act as if we were 
enjoying it.

When the time came Jay went first blushing 
deeply and eyes cast down, but with a glowing 
smile. It was my turn and I couldn't help 
giggling I was so exited.

"Well that was close, but I choose the little 
girl in pink."

"But Jay was just so adorable, how could you 
choose me?" I asked.

"You are right, you both were just so nice, 
I'll give the princess in pink 7 points because 
she showed how much she loves her little 
girlfriend and I'll give my darling sister in 
white, five points for trying so hard.

I have a list of all of the events you are 
going to do today, and I will judge them 
tonight after work. You are to do each of them 
in order. I'll call around noon to judge the 
best girly voice, hear your new names and to 
see how you are doing. Good luck and may the 
best girl win." 

The first thing on the list was, Make up the 
prettiest girl name for our new friend. You 
will use these names until the dresses go back 
into the closet. Rules: titles okay, any three 
names, include pretty nickname. Example: 
Princess Lacilia Darlene Rosecheek.-nickname: 
Lacy.

At first we were shy about saying suggestions 
out loud. After many attempts we began to say 
them, after a while we began to look for 
reactions within one another. It became a game 
of who could embarrass the other more.

My little girl friend's new name became, 
"Little Miss Cecelia Daisy Sunflower ." 
nickname "Sissy." My new name became Pretty 
Miss Prettina Impishania Fairmaiden, nickname: 
Pretty (imp).

Second on the list was to practice our little 
girl voices. She recommended lisping a little, 
clipping our R's L's and making a The sound 
when an S appeared in the word. Also, she 
wanted them to be high pitched and laughter 
should be the highest of all. All in all we 
should sound like we were about four or five 
and should have as much fun as possible.

We were to practice this all day until she 
called this afternoon. Next was setting up the 
cutest tea party with all of her old dolls and 
stuffed animals. Anything in the house was fair 
game. 

Splitting up the dolls and animals took the 
most time and when we discovered that many of 
the knickknacks made great seats for little 
dolls and that the miniature tea cup collection 
in the cupboard made the cutest tea party of 
all, we found it to be lunch time before we 
knew it. Still we returned and used ribbons and 
bows and even jewelry to make our dolls the 
prettiest yet. By the end we were talking about 
our tea party as naturally as we had discussed 
a pick and roll on the basketball court the day 
before.

Our little girl voices were coming out 
naturally now and we were having great fun 
making each other laugh with them. I had chosen 
to make my R's and L's into W's. The words 
'little girl' became 'wittwe giwew'. Pretty had 
decided to go with S's becoming Th's making the 
words 'that's nice' become 'thath nithe. We 
couldn't get enough of listening to each other.

We moved on to "Draw the prettiest picture 
using your friend's full new girly name and 
your off hand. If you are right handed use your 
right. Take no more than an hour." Both of our 
pictures looked as if they were drawn by a four 
year old. We were both very proud as we put 
them in the center of our tea party dioramas.

Fifth on the list we were to find our favorite 
boy actor and make a collage using only 
pictures of him and a stack of old unused 
valentines to show how much we loved him. We 
did this one silently. It seemed to violate the 
spirit of the other events. We liked being 
little girls together, but we just didn't want 
to think about boys together. We put these next 
to the pictures we had drawn and looked at the 
next item on the list.

We waited by the phone until Lisa called to 
judge our voices and our names. Sissy got to 
the phone first and shrieked with laughter when 
I tickled her. She got a girly point for that. 
I was so pleased.

Lisa had us get on the phone at the same time 
so that we could compliment each other. I was 
first to give my little girlfriend's new name. 
Lisa began to giggle when I said, "Wittwe Miss 
Cecewia Daisy Sunfwower, and hew nickname is 
Sissy and I wove hew."

She then listened as Sissy said, "My friend'th 
name ith, Pretty Mith Prettina Impithina 
Fairmaden, and her nickname ith, Pretty an' 
when we are thilly I call her Pretty imp.

Lisa laughed and laughed and we waited. Well 
girls, Pretty has a darling voice so I'll give 
her ten points, and who could resist a name 
like pretty imp? So sissy gets ten and Pretty 
said that she loves her friend, so she gets two 
for that." We sat silently when Lisa began 
again. "However, neither of you told the other 
how happy you were for them, so you both get 
five points taken away.

That makes the total now Sissy 11 and Pretty 15 
through three events. I can't wait to see how 
good you two are at dress up! See you angels in 
a few hours." She hung up.

Sissy's eyes started to tear up. We were trying 
so hard and having fun doing it, but we didn't 
seem to be making much progress.

I walked over to the clipboard and read aloud, 
"Give each other a make over including makeup, 
hair style, and clothing. Use mine and mom's 
clothes, but be careful with them. Take several 
pictures with the Polaroid on the mantle for 
later judging. I didn't notice, but it all came 
out in my little girl voice; making Sissy 
giggle (or giggwe).

We spent the next hour half naked in their 
mom's room having each other try on dresses and 
applying makeup. Sissy looked all grown up in a 
sparkly cocktail dress, big silver clip-on 
earrings, bright red lipstick and a full red 
wig. The pantyhose were hard to manage, and we 
seemed not to damage them. I had sissy wear 
elegant silver and black heels and too much 
mascara. It was as she was undressing 
afterwards that I saw that Sissy was as excited 
about dressing up as I was.

I tickled her to make her laugh for the 
pictures. Then it was my turn and Sissy had 
other ideas about how a girl like me should 
dress. She wanted me very high school risqué. 
She had me put on a white garter belt and 
stockings and a slick pink miniskirt She chose 
a low cut blouse and a white long-line bra that 
enhanced my figure and showed through the thin 
fabric of the see through blouse. I was done up 
in pinks and whites with eye shadow and bright 
pink glossy lips and 4" white heels. 

All in all we were glad to get back into our 
little girl clothes and take off all of that 
makeup.

The last six events were all dress up. We would 
dress ourselves up in each outfit and parade 
down the runway when Lisa got home. We would 
spend the rest of the afternoon trying on 
clothes together and choosing outfits for each 
category.

We were to dress up as a rich lady, a princess, 
a sexy woman, pretty prom date, best bride and 
the cutest little girl. We tried on probably 
every piece of clothing that both women owned. 
Our outfits were each laid out with care 
because we only had a couple of minutes to make 
each change.

We decided to cook Lisa dinner and do nice 
things for her because she had worked so hard 
that day. We were both incredibly excited now 
and wanted to show off what we had done that 
day, but we waited until after dinner.

She yawned and said, "Gosh if there isn't 
anything going on I think I'll just go to bed."

We both pleaded with her instantly to begin 
judging our work. She winked at me and said, 
"Sure sweetie, let's see if you're as good a 
girl as you are pretty. I blushed deeply. Lisa 
hesitated again and we tried to lead her to 
judge our tea parties. Neither Sissy nor I 
could contain our excitement any longer.

We froze when we heard a knock at the door. 
Lisa pinched us both on the cheek and asked if 
either one of us would get it for her. When we 
didn't move she said, "Okay, I'll get it 
myself."

It was a girl that was quite a bit younger than 
Lisa by the name of Becky. A fair skinned buxom 
redhead who tended to take over wherever she 
was. She strolled past Lisa and took my hand 
lifting it above my head and twirling me like a 
dance partner. "Sweetheart, you are so pretty! 
You told me Lis but I didn't believe you. She 
turned to Jay taking both his hands in hers, 
"And you, who would have thought, you would be 
such a darling fairy princess? What is it they 
call you now? Little Miss Cecelia Daisy 
Sunflower? Sissy? And you have a friend named 
Pretty Miss? What is it you call her, your 
Pretty Imp? God that is sooo cute!"

She hugged us both deeply removed her jacket. 
She held it out and asked, "Who wants a Girly 
point?" I took it and she smiled, "thought so. 
I'm thirsty," she said and Sissy asked her what 
she would like while Lisa took out her 
scorecard.

"Let's go over the scoring now ladies, the 
score was Sissy eleven and Pretty Imp fourteen 
when I got home. But, you both made me dinner 
and washed the dishes without being asked. That 
was worth four girly points each. Also, despite 
your busy day, you managed to tidy up the house 
a little and I found all of my clothes folded 
neatly in their drawers despite the fact that 
you wore them today. For being considerate and 
working together I give you each two additional 
girly points. 

Neither of you answered the door for me when I 
asked so I take one back for each of you and 
finally, you got Becky's coat and got her 
something to drink which was nice, so I give it 
back.

She and Becky looked at out tea parties 
carefully and whispered back and forth for a 
few minutes before she wrote anything down. 
Sissy took my hand and squeezed it. She 
whispered, "I hope you win, I think yours is 
the best."

I smiled and whispered back, "Yours is way 
cuter, and you are the sweetest girl in the 
world and you deserve to win." Tears welled up 
in Sissy's eyes and I got her a tissue. Lisa 
and Becky renewed their whispers and wrote 
something down.

They looked over the pictures we drew with 
equal consideration, but didn't say anything 
and went on to the collages, and finally our 
makeover pictures. Lisa called me over to ask 
about why I dressed her up in an elegant 
cocktail dress, and I said that, "Sissy's 
beautiful brown eyes and long pretty legs 
reminded me of a model and I wanted to show 
them off in a pretty sparkly dress."

Lisa pinched my cheek affectionately and said, 
"Thank you Pretty. I must say you are becoming 
a nice little girl." I blushed and went back to 
where Sissy was standing who wanted to know 
everything.

They marked something down and called Sissy 
over to explain her choices. Sissy said, "I 
wanted to show what a sexy girl, I think Pretty 
is and how she is so devilish inside, but soft 
and cuddly at the same time. I wanted to show 
how lovable and pretty she is all at once."

"Thank you Sissy," Lisa said. They stood 
tallying up their numbers and worked their way 
to the couch in deep conversation, purposefully 
whispering to each other to keep is in 
suspense. Finally, they called us over to stand 
in front of them. We unconsciously held hands 
shaking the entire time.

"Sissy's tea party was just darling and the use 
of the gravy boat as Barbie's hot tub was 
inspired, but Pretty clearly showed the 
girliest qualities by having her mommy doll 
holding baby doll's hand while the child opens 
her present of a sexy nightie. The use of 
Christmas ribbon to make a pretty swing for 
Skipper is very nice and the teddy bear handing 
her the tea is just lovely. Pretty wins the Tea 
party competition and gets ten girly points.

Sissy wins the picture contest by making a 
field of grass out of her friend's title Pretty 
Miss and a unicorn out of the rest of her 
darling name, Prettina Impishina Fairmaiden. 
Then she tops it off by drawing a pretty imp in 
the tree above. It is drawn with such love and 
affection that she has shown what a good girl 
should be. She gets Ten girly points and 
another five because it is just so touching and 
precious it has to be worth more.

The collages were quite frankly a tie. So you 
each get five girly points. Since you both 
worked so very hard on the makeovers and they 
were both quite stunning and enthusiastically 
rendered, you each will receive the full ten 
Girly points. Just so you both know, each tried 
to show off how pretty her friend was and that 
was why you both got extra. 

The score now sits at Pretty Imp with forty-six 
and Sissy with forty-seven. You both should be 
very proud. Sissy squeezed my hand and I 
squeezed back.

"On to the dress up competition!" yelled Lisa.

"Let the prettiness begin!" shouted Becky.

We ran into the back room to prepare.

To dress up like a rich lady we had both wanted 
the fur stole, but I let Sissy have it. Instead 
I chose a red wool tea length red wool dress 
and matching hat with red netting that came 
down over my eyes. I chose low-heeled black 
patent leather shoes and dark hose. I used a 
lot of gaudy rhinestone jewelry. Sissy wanted 
to go with a more ostentatious flamboyant look 
with a Texas rich look of square dance shirt 
and boots with a white Stetson and short tight 
skirt. She too used much rhinestone jewelry and 
stuffed her bra with a ridiculous amount of 
socks.

She topped off the look with bright ruby red 
lipstick.

We paraded as if down a runway to hoots and 
hollers of the two women. Our princesses were 
basically bridesmaid dresses with lots of veils 
attached and a Tierra we found in an old 
jewelry box.

We both wore short tight clothes to be sexy and 
formal dresses to compete as prom dates, and as 
brides. By the time we got to the cutest little 
girl, we were exhausted. 

We put on our pretty matching pink dresses that 
we had found in the top of Lisa's closet 
complete with petticoats, matching hair bows, 
tights, and patent leather Mary Jane shoes that 
fit us. We walked out hand in hand and Lisa and 
Becky cheered and stomped their feet until they 
couldn't anymore.

Lisa wrote something down in her book and 
sensing our exhaustion had us take a seat. "Two 
pretty little girls, Pretty Imp and Sissy. 
Yesterday they were barely human.

Pretty Imp wins as the rich woman, Sissy wins 
as a darling little princess, Pretty imp was 
the sexiest, but needs some practice with eye 
shadow. The prettiest prom date goes to Sissy, 
but I must admit that I am biased in that she 
wore my prom dress. The best little bride was 
Pretty. The cutest little girl is nearly 
impossible to tell. We gave you both fifteen.

You see, I knew my brother liked to wear that 
little white dress. And I knew that Pretty's 
sister has a dress that she wears when her 
sister isn't looking. They seemed so lonely and 
I thought why not bring them together to share 
in their love of being girls? Pretty's sister 
and I got together and made up this Girly point 
thing and it was just a matter of time before I 
would punish you and bring you together. We 
bought you these dresses and we hope that you 
will treasure them always. Sissy and Pretty, 
you are about the best sisters a girl could 
possibly have."

We started crying and got a group hug going 
that lasted several minutes. Sissy got a girly 
point for going to get us all tissues.

Lisa sat wiping the tears away. "So, the girly 
points stand at 93 for Pretty and 82 for Sissy. 
If you both put on your nighties after a good 
shower we'll just say you are at 100 each and 
are good girls."

Sissy and I looked at each other and then at 
Lisa and Becky. I asked, "How does Becky fit 
into all of this?"

Becky stood up and said, "Lisa knew that my 
father dressed up and asked me what she should 
do about her brother and his friend. I insisted 
on meeting you because I think that boys who 
wear girl clothes are about the sweetest thing 
in the world, and I want to go out with you and 
I want to see if either of you would make a 
good girlfriend for me. I like both of you but 
I would really like to ask sissy to dress up 
with me sometime. Don't be jealous Pretty, it's 
just that I have a thing for brunettes."

I kissed my friend Sissy on the cheek and 
whispered, "you're lucky and pretty too. How 
could you be so good? You must be an angel."

She giggled and I pushed her forward to hug the 
girl that loved him nearly as much as I had 
come to. I have never been able to thank my 
sister or Lisa or even Becky for that matter. 
My lonely childhood before and my rich friendly 
relationship with Sissy and Becky who 
eventually married each other were like night 
and day. Lisa tried dating college men for a 
time and by the time I went, she was a part-
time teacher.

She invited me over to play dress up on my 
first day of college and I never left. I am 
still and always her Pretty Imp. Sometimes she 
still gives me girly points. Those are the best 



