Make sure your both ready in case of an accident, Kellie is wearing training panties too, so both of you get ready, and I’ll meet you both upstairs. We both look at each other and clean our plates in the sink. Then you did your own hair up like a baby girl would. Now are you wearing panties too?” I shake my head not being able to talk as my mom giggles. I don’t notice her lifting the edge of my dress up. “Oh I see you didn’t have panties so you put a diaper on and plastic panties to match the outfit of a baby girl hehehe.” Hearing my mom giggling.

Now hold mommy’s hand as we walk in the mall baby girl.” I lift my arm up as she takes it holding on to me like I was a baby girl that I look like.By logging in to LiveJournal using a third-party service you accept LiveJournal's User agreement Oh no! I wet my panties! Josh got angry at the little girl remark and jumped up and started hollering at mom. Another gesture with the slipper and Josh fell into a pout. You are a freaking riot mommy do you know that? Hahaha” I close my legs a little tighter because I do need to go potty. I don’t want to make my diaper any more soaked than it already is. Been wearing my hot older sister's thong ** for years. We trade off a lot, and, it's fun when we'll be somewhere together, like a gathering, and she'll either offer or tell me to put them on. I feel Beth taking them out of hand and put them up to my waist covering the potty training panties I’m wearing. "Yes and looks like they will fit you too. But I only wear them sometimes when we drive far or at night time I wear them or when I take a nap."

Mom held the panties into position and told Josh to step into them. It seemed better to put the panties on than to stand there in front of mom and argue, especially when he was naked. Mom explained she had made every thing from a Simplicity pattern. Josh knew what a Simplicity pattern was, so he just tried to swallow his pride and stood there in silence. I laugh to myself I'm the one that will turn ten the day after tomorrow. Beth is only four. I see a different hairstylist get on one side of me as I see the other hairstylist that has been cutting my hair on my other side. “Kellie close your eyes for a second sweetheart I have a surprise for you.” says Jill my hairstylist.” I close my eyes. I feel her in front of me as she combs my bangs straight again as they go past my mouth. I hear the scissors open and close, and I open my eyes as the last of my bangs are cut away. My new hair style has very short bangs over my eyes and my hair is all one length cut just above my shoulders in a girly bob hairstyle. I look down and see two pierced earrings in each of my ears. “Oh my god I have pierced ears too and I have the girlish hairstyle I ever seen.”But mom the dress is so short my panties show if I just stand straight." "That's right so now we start the teasing, come here Josh I want to see how it looks on you," said mom.

I was Sniffing and ** to a pair of my moms ** was the First time I shot a load of ** many more times with her ** tasting and cleaning the ** of her ** with my mouth after that I see mommy smiling at me watching the baby girl hugging me who is just a little taller than me. “Yes your right this is my little BABY GIRL Kellie and I’m Stephanie or Mrs. Howard. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you both. Little Kellie here SHE was telling me all the fun you girls were having.” Mom stares at me and Beth walking. Wait a minute Beth." As I’m talking I feel the light pink camisole slide over my head. Beth pulls it down till it doesn’t even cover my belly button. I look in her mirror and see myself in the Barbies training panties and the pink camisole.Mom told Josh to wait as she went to the bottom of the stairs. Then she told Josh to come down the stairs. As Josh started down the stairs mom was at the bottom, and looked up and watched as Josh started down the stairs, the slight breeze lifted his slip and dress slightly and with the dress being so short it let the panties show more than just a little bit. Not telling mom that they seen my pink Barbie panties and that’s what made them think I was a little girl. Such stories epitomize fantasy because it is little chance that they occur in reality. Authoring such stories could be a coping mechanism to deal with perceived anti-social behavior of the past. The only problem it draws a pound of flesh from innocent flesh and not from the idividual responsible. It may make a person feel better but it is a comfortable fallacy. It is an overreaction and perpetuates an invalid stereotype.