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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 risqu?.
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
Jeannie
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