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Kelly Girl Chapter 10: Pretty Dolly free porn video
Copyright 1999, 2002 by Wanda Cunningham. Lainie, Vickie, Rebel,
Bashful, and everyone else thanks for the encouragement. There is no
actual sex or transformation in this chapter, but I guess it should be
rated R for context. So, nobody under 18 should read this, or whatever
is the appropriate age in their community. This story deals with
transgenderism in children and may be uncomfortable for some readers.
Kelly Girl
Chapter 10
"Pretty Dolly"
By Wanda Cunningham
Pete grinned at Kelly, not that Kelly could really tell without his
glasses, but he could hear it in Pete's voice. "You look about seven in
that outfit, Skipper."
Kelly, dressed in all the little girl finery Andie could find in the
super-feminine bedroom, squirmed carefully. Andie had perched him atop
one of the tall stools in the TV room and Kelly feared falling off.
Richard slugged his brother in the upper arm.
"Hey!" Pete protested, "What'd I do?"
"You are just such an ass," said Richard.
"Watch your language," warned Pete, taking a swipe at Richard's head.
Suddenly the two Mann brothers turned into a heap of flying elbows,
knees and fists. The sounds of violence alarmed Kelly at first and then
terrified him when one of the boys kicked the base of the stool.
Kelly grabbed for the counter to keep from falling but missed and a
second blow overturned the stool. Kelly went flying, pink lacy dress,
red hair ribbons, charm bracelet and all, pantied bottom over
beribboned hair, right into the midst of the melee. Kelly screamed just
before his head collided with something hard.
Andie dashed down the hall from her bedroom in the adult wing of house.
"What the hell'sh going on?" she demanded.
Kelly lay in Richard's lap crying and rubbing his temple, while Pete
hovered above him and both brothers babbled reassurances and apologies.
"Sorry, sorry, oh, Kelly, it's okay, I'd didn't mean to, we were just
playing, are you okay, oh, God, Andie is going to kill us."
Andie stepped in and lifted Kelly up quickly, "You okay, sugar?"
Kelly nodded, still sniffling, and trying to pull down his dress to
cover--things. "I'm scared, not hurt," he told Andie.
"Morons!" Andie fussed with Kelly's clothes and hair for a moment and
then agreed, "Yeah, you're okay?" She found the bump on the side of
Kelly's head and examined it. "That hurt?"
"A little."
Andie glared at the boys who cowered away from their aunt as if they
were still pre-teens and she their teenage babysitter which had been
the situation only a few years ago. "What the SHTORK! Were you two
doing, using her as a football?"
"Stork?" said Richard.
"We were, um, wrestling and um, kicked her chair?" explained Pete,
sheepishly.
Kelly giggled, Pete sounded funny, as if he were really afraid of his
aunt. At 5'10" Andie towered over Kelly, but Pete stood five inches
taller and probably half again the mass and three times the muscle.
Andie snorted, "I oughtta ground both of you troglodytes," but she
looked at the overturned stool and realized that she had some fault for
perching a half-blind Kelly on such a precarious spot. That only made
her angrier. To cover, she examined Kelly again.
Kelly wondered why she had called the boys "Chocolate ice" or
"chocolate guys" or whatever it was she had said. Realizing that the
Manns might be in big trouble, Kelly tried to make excuses for them.
"They were just playing, Andie? I'm okay."
Andie made a noise. "Well, you two don't deserve to have a little
sister like Kelly, if you're going to mistreat her."
"Sister?" said Richard.
Kelly squirmed. "You want down, shugar?" asked Andie.
"Um? Where's my--purse?" he peered around, embarrassed to have to ask
for such an object but he wanted his glasses back.
Richard passed up the little girl's pocketbook and Andie placed it on
the counter, "It's safe, you can fix your makeup later, honey." She
joggled Kelly in her arms to cover for the boy's flinch at the
suggestion.
"We are sorry," said Pete, "I won't let it happen again."
"Absolutely NO roughhouse around the baby sister!" pronounced Andie.
"You got that?" Kelly hid his face in Andie's shoulder having no other
shield for his embarrassment. Kelly wondered vaguely why Andie did not
feel as soft and yielding in the middle as his mom had when he had been
small enough for her to pick him up.
"Yes'm," said Pete, and Richard added, "Yes, Andie, I'm sorry, too. I
wouldn't want Kelly to get hurt."
Oh ho, thought Andie, seeing Richard's expression and recognizing it.
So that's it. She grinned and hugged Kelly a little closer. "Well, if
Barbie marries Harold, Kelly is going to be your little sister..."
Richard interrupted, "I thought Barbie and Kelly were sisters?"
"Doesn't matter," said Andie. "Harold will adopt our little blonde doll
here." She joggled the blushing Kelly again. "He wants a daughter to
spoil and Kelly is sort of elected instant princess."
The boys nodded, realizing that yes, their Dad had spent thousands on
the contents of the little girl's room for Darla, the daughter who
never arrived. With a real little girl in the house, he'd definitely
want to make her a member of the family.
Kelly made a noise. "Okay, sweetie," said Andie, "we'll make a stop to
see if you need anything and then we'll go to the eyeball doctor."
Richard watched them disappear into Kelly's room feeling a bit
disappointed. He did not want Kelly to be his sister because he really
thought he had fallen in love with the little blonde pixie.
"Doofus," said Pete, and whacked him in the back of the head.
***
Andie carried Kelly back to his room and sat him on the bed. Kelly made
faces while she examined the side of his head again. "You're going to
have a goose-egg, those idiots," Andie complained. "Let me get some
ice," and she went back out to the kitchenette in the TV room.
Left alone for the moment, Kelly pulled his glasses out of the white
pocketbook and discovered that the lenses had been broken. "F-f-f-
Fratz!" The glasses had cost too much on his and Barbie's budget, he
felt almost sick looking at the damage. Besides, with 20/200 vision in
his better eye, he really needed the glasses; anything much more than
four or five feet away blurred out to just patches of color. Don't cry,
he told himself, please don't cry.
"What, honey?" Andie asked, coming back in with a dishtowel wrapped
around some ice cubes from the dispenser in the door of the
refrigerator. "Those idiots are wrestling again," meaning the Mann
brothers.
"My glasses got broken." Kelly's lip began to tremble and his eyes
burned a little. "Andie!" The hot tears came and Kelly gulped, he hated
for his things to get broken. "Those stupid boys!" he complained.
Andie put the icepack against the knot on Kelly's head, "Hold this, let
me see." She took the pocketbook and looked inside. "Oh! What a mess!
It's a good thing you didn't cut yourself, the glasses and the mirror
in your compact and the little bottle of cologne, all broken!"
She carried the pocketbook to a trashcan and dumped it. "It's lucky
we're going straight to the optometrisht, huh?" She looked in the bag
and decided there were still too many tiny shards of glass and tossed
it into the trash also. Kelly didn't see that, it would have appalled
his thrifty soul to see her toss away something that could be salvaged.
"Uh huh," he said morosely.
"Are you crying?"
"Uh huh," said Kelly and the tears really began. "Andie, I was so
scared! And they broke my glasses, and--and," he rubbed at his eyes and
tried to control his crying.
Andie held him for a bit while he cried out his fear, "It's okay,
sweetie, it's just stuff and you're not really hurt, punkin." When he'd
stopped crying she kept holding him for a bit longer. "If those idiots
start fighting again when you're in the room, I want you to yell for me
or your Dad or Concha to get them to stop, okay?"
"M-m-my Dad?" Kelly had never known a father, Barbie had never told
anyone who had gotten her pregnant thirteen years ago. Andie had really
baffled him for a moment.
"Buzzy." She explained, trying again. "I mean, Harry. He's going to
marry your mom and that will make him your dad, right?"
Kelly shook his head. "I don't think they're gonna get married, not for
real." Acquiring a father had always been a distant and unattainable
goal for Kelly.
"Well, that's the plan at the moment," said Andie. "Now, do we need to
change your clothes? Did you get dirty?" She checked him out and found
a scuff mark from a sneaker on the lace of one sleeve. "Damn. Okay, out
of the dress, shugar."
Kelly allowed himself to be undressed and sat limply while Andie picked
out something else to wear. Her exclaimed, "Oh, this is cute," when she
found something she liked made him wince only slightly. He didn't
bother to look around, still thinking about whether getting a father
was worth seeing his mom get married to... well, to anyone.
"Look at this, Kelly Girl," said Andie, holding up a white little girl
dress covered in tiny red hearts. "Isn't it adorable?"
"I don't know," said Kelly glumly, "I can't see a damn thing without my
glasses."
"Darn thing," said Andie, gently reminding him. "Little girls don't
cuss." She began dressing Kelly again, pulling the dress over his head
and lifting him easily to adjust the not quite knee length skirt.
"Look, the little buttons are shaped like hearts, too."
"Great," said Kelly with barely discernible sarcasm. This whole charade
got weirder and weirder. Should I remind her I'm not really a My Size
Barbie Doll, he wondered.
Very soon, after more hair brushing and another light application of
little girl makeup, Andie announced that they were ready to go. Kelly,
stood and readjusted his skirt after sliding off the bed. "Do I need
another purse?" he asked though he couldn't have said why the thought
had occurred to him.
"Um," said Andie, a little bemused also that Kelly thought of needing a
purse. "Yeah, I guess so? Oh! Here, this little red one is heart-
shaped, just like the buttons on your dress."
Kelly closed his eyes and shook his head very slightly. Andie handed
him the little purse, or rather, put it into his hand and then scooped
him up again. "Let's go, baby."
"I'm not a baby!" protested Kelly.
Andie laughed, "Yes, you are, you're Aunt Andie's pouty little baby
girl," and she joggled him and tickled his tummy.
"Andie!" Kelly wondered briefly if he could grab one of the metal
adornments that pierced Andie's hide in profusion and yank on it hard
enough to pull it out. But he didn't do that, partly for fear that
Andie would drop him, or worse, turn him over her knee and paddle him
like his grandmother Amanda used to do. Getting paddled while wearing
girl's panties seemed a very embarrassing thing to contemplate. Also,
for all of being genuinely upset with Andie over her teasing, Kelly
simply did not have the will to cause anyone pain.
Besides, he kind of liked getting tickled. He tried tickling back, but
Andie seemed to be armored under her lacy blouse.
"Oh!" said Andie when she had produced a good crop of giggles, "I
almosht forgot!" She set him down and snagged an object from the top of
one of the dressers. "I went down to my room to get this for you!"
Kelly squinted. "What is it?"
Andie put it into his hand, "It's a dolly, my old dolly." She grinned.
"A doll?" Kelly examined the toy with his hands and held it close to
his face. "Is it a boy doll?"
"Uh huh," said Andie. "His name is 'Robin' after Chrishtopher Robin, I
wanted to call him Chrish but Buzzy talked me out of that."
Kelly grinned, he knew Andie couldn't hear her own lisp most of the
time. The doll had a stuffed cloth body and a plastic head with molded
blond hair. About ten inches tall, wearing blue shorts, yellow tee and
white sneakers, the doll actually looked a bit like Kelly usually
looked. "What do you mean, you got it for me?" he asked.
"A gift, I want you to have it. I had it all cleaned up and new clothes
put on and new plastic paint for the hair and eyes. It looks brand new,
though it's over twenty years old. I bet I carried old Robin here to
the moon and back, we were always together."
Kelly peered at Andie. There had been a catch in her voice. "It's a
nice doll, Andie, but um, I'm kinda old for dolls and um, besides?" He
didn't want to announce his true sex again with the Mann brothers just
outside the door.
Andie grinned, "Oh, you're never too old for dolls, shugar. But Robin
is a special doll, for me, and I'd like you to have him. For your own,
if you want but at least as a loan while you're here being our little
Kelly Girl?" She reached out a finger and 'smoothed' the yellow painted
hair of the boy doll.
"You'd give me your favorite dolly from when you were a little girl?"
Kelly asked wonderingly. "To keep?"
"Um," Andie hesitated. "Yeah. Yeah, I want you to have him." She put
her hand behind her back.
Kelly didn't quite understand, but the gift seemed to have acquired new
significance. Andie had been Barbie's friend and Kelly's honorary aunt
ever since they had moved to Newport Beach. If they had let her, Kelly
knew that Andie would have bailed them out of money problems any number
of times. But they never asked, saving that sort of favor for some
unforeseeable extremity; and Andie had respected them enough to never
insist they take her money though she used birthdays and Christmas to
supply sometimes extravagant gifts.
"We're both crying," Kelly observed.
Andie nodded. "Yeah, well. Look, carry him like this, under your arm
next to your body. Yeah," she adjusted the position of the doll in
Kelly's grasp. "That's good, he likes to be able to see where he's
going."
Kelly giggled. "I feel incredibly silly. I am twelve you know." Of
course, he thought, I am dressed as a little girl, the doll probably
just adds to all of it. That thought made him blush hotly.
Andie laughed. "Oh, damn. Well, I carried Robin, in my backpack, till I
got out of cosmetology school and he's been sitting on the dresser in
my old room here since then." She surveyed the effect she had achieved.
"You are just so cute, you're going to break Buzzy's heart."
Alarmed, Kelly made a few random movements, "I don't want him mad at
me!"
"No, no. He's going to love it." Oh yeah, thought Andie, when he sees
these pictures he's going to flip. Kelly, without his glasses, hadn't
even noticed Andie taking snapshots with the tiny digital camera.
The Mann boys were back in their rooms getting ready to go over to the
high school for Pete's pre-semester football practice. Andie and Kelly
headed down the hall to the adult wing of the mansion without having to
say goodbyes. Fine with me, thought Kelly, those guys are kind of
scary.
Down the staircase at that end to the larger of the two garages they
went. The dress felt a little drafty on the stairs and Kelly self-
consciously tugged at the skirt. "Think someone can see your panties?"
teased Andie.
"Yeah," Kelly sighed. "But there's no one down there. Well, I don't
think there is, is there?" Trying to peer downward, he swayed slightly
and caught at the banister. "I'm dizzy," he said. "These stairs seem
steeper without my glasses." He closed one eye but it didn't seem to
help.
"You're *ditzy*, just like your mom, get used to it," Andie laughed,
but she caught his wrist and held it the rest of the way down the
stairs. "Don't squint, dear, it causes crow's feet."
They went into the garage on the opposite side from the one where the
boys had parked the big Mercedes. This one held another Mercedes, a
sports car, plus a Jaguar sedan and Andie's car. The big door opened
onto the street as Andie opened the door of her little hot pink Miata
convertible for Kelly. "Fanny, foot, foot," she said.
"What?" he asked, certain he had heard that wrong.
"Fanny, foot, foot," she repeated. "It's how you get into a car. You'll
see guys get in, foot, fanny, foot. They step into the car. But a girl
always gets in fanny, foot, foot. Unless of course, you're getting into
the back seat of a two-door car, which you should never try to do
wearing a skirt, especially a tight one." Andie smiled.
Kelly considered the instruction, it did make sense. It would keep
anyone from seeing up your skirt unless you were very careless. Moving
carefully he tried to follow Andie's directions but discovered that he
wasn't quite tall enough to put his butt on the seat with his feet
still outside the car.
Andie lifted him and put him on the seat. "Alley oopshie, Kelly Doll."
He automatically smoothed the skirt behind him as he adjusted his
position in the little car and lifted his feet inside. "Very good,"
said Andie. "And you get out, the reverse; foot, foot, fanny."
He giggled, "I don't think that will work for me either, even in this
little of a car."
Andie laughed and beeped him on the nose. "Well, remember it for later,
when you get tall enough for your boyfriends to take you out on dates.
"Ack!" He shook his head, "Andie, I'm not gonna have boyfriends! I'm--"
he stopped and peered around to make sure no one else could hear.
"Shh, I know," she said, "Remember, we're pretending for this weekend
and I'm making you do all thish so I get to pretend you're going to
have lots of boys chasing you, too." She laughed.
He giggled in spite of himself, Andie's efforts to make things
pleasant, humorous, even silly, did ease his anxieties a little. His
predicament wasn't really her fault but he veered away from deciding
who was at fault for it. He adjusted his grip on his purse and the
little blond boy doll. "I've got too much to carry," he said.
Andie leaned in and began belting him in. "Well, you didn't want me to
carry you," she reminded him.
"Hey! I can do my own belt," he protested.
"Shure," she agreed. "But this needs adjusting 'cause you're so small."
She grinned, "You pout cute."
"I am not pouting," he said perfectly aware that, yes, he probably did
have that expression.
Andie laughed, closed his door and went around the car to get in on her
side. The big garage door had fully opened and the glorious blue of an
Orange County summer sky invited them to come outside and enjoy the
reason so many people wanted to live in Newport Beach. Andie wheeled
the little car out onto the circular driveway and drove like her last
name was Mann.
He still felt a bit ridiculous dressed as a girl, but not wearing his
glasses kept him from noticing the looks he and Andie attracted in the
little pink car as they turned onto PCH toward the Fashion Island Mall.
As they turned into the big parking lot, Kelly felt a laugh well up
inside him. With one knuckle between his teeth, he tried to control the
incipient giggle. "What...what am I laughing about?" he asked.
"I don't know," said Andie innocently. "Something about which came
first, the foot or the fanny, maybe?" She grinned at him as the giggle
burst out again.
"I'm hysterical," he said. "Or something."
"You're not that funny," said Andie with another smile, putting the car
into line for valet parking. Kelly had been to this mall many times
before but everything seemed new somehow.
Two valets opened the doors for them and the one on his side, a teenage
boy in a blue blazer, winked at him causing Kelly to burst into giggles
again. Andie came around the car quickly and lifted him out and sat him
on the pavement. "Say hi to the nice boy," she told him.
The teenager waggled his eyebrows and Kelly lost it again, finally
grabbing Andie's hand and tugging her away from the valet stand to
escape the older boys' mugging. It didn't even occur to him to be
worried about the boy guessing that he, too, was a boy. He just wanted
to get away before he giggled so much he got sick.
Kelly managed to ask Andie, "Why-why am I laughing so much? I think I'm
going crazy. It wasn't that funny. He was just being silly."
"Boys love to act silly for pretty girls," observed Andie. "You've
always been a giggler, how do I know what makes you giggle? I guess
you're just a ditz like your mother." She smiled to show she was
teasing.
"Fanny, foot, foot. Foot, foot, fanny," said Kelly, which cracked up
Andie this time. Kelly giggled till it hurt and stopped only with a lot
of effort. He wanted to wipe his eyes but he knew he would just smear
the makeup.
Andie sighed when they had things under control. She took a fond look
at her little charge and said. "We're going to have to get you some
indelible makeup, your mascara is running." Before Kelly could really
think about where she was leading him, they had gone into the Ladies'
Room behind the little food court. "You need to go, hon?" she asked.
Kelly shook his head, looking around curiously, not that he could see
much without his glasses. He'd been into women's restrooms with his
mother until he had started school, but he'd never been into this one.
A middle-aged lady leaned over and smiled at him and wiggled her
fingers. "Aren't you just a little doll!" she cooed.
He blinked, then wiggled his fingers back. She thinks I'm a little kid,
he said to himself, then had to stifle more nervous giggles.
"She's being shy," said Andie. "Shay hello to the lady, Kelly."
"Hello, ma'am," said Kelly obediently.
"Oh, so polite," said the lady. "How old are you, honey?"
"She's seven," said Andie causing Kelly to look up at her in
astonishment. "Sheven and a half," amended Andie, grinning down at him.
The older woman nodded, "Oh, at that age, those half years, are
important. Aren't they, sugar?" she finished to Kelly.
"I guess," said Kelly, completely at a loss now.
"I've got a little granddaughter just about your age, honey," said the
woman. "She's eight and I think a bit taller than you." Kelly's mouth
dropped open at that information.
Andie flipped open her purse and took out some tissues with makeup
remover already in them. "Let me wipe your eyes, hon, you look like
Tammy Fae."
That set Kelly off again with another round of giggles but he stood
still while Andie carefully removed the ruined eye makeup using the
tissues.
"The raccoon look is not in this year, huh?" observed the middle-aged
lady.
Andie laughed, "No, no, but to see some of the Goth types that come
into my shop, you'd think it was. We were playing with makeup earlier
and little giggle box here made her mascara run."
The woman laughed. "She's so darling in that little dress. And the
heart-shaped purse, oh, and a little dolly. What's her name?"
Kelly peered up at the lady, "The doll? *His* name is Robin."
"It's a boy doll?"
"Uh-huh," said Kelly and held the doll out so the lady could see. What
am I doing, he wondered, I do sound like a little kid.
"Oh? Are you sure it's a boy doll? Robin could be a girl's name, too?"
Kelly shook his head and decided to see what would happen if he told
the truth. "No, he's a boy, just like me."
The woman laughed so hard she had to wipe her eyes. Andie laughed, too.
And Kelly finally giggled a bit, exasperated but not surprised that the
woman thought he had been joking.
Andie took out combs and brushes to work on their hair a bit. "She
loves to play that she's a boy," she told the laughing woman who could
only nod in understanding, still chortling. "Sometimes it's a struggle
to get her looking nice," Andie said, sort of telling the truth.
"Well, you certainly look nice this morning, honey," said the woman
after catching her breath. "So, you're a little tomboy?"
Kelly shrugged and bit his lip, what the heck could he say to a
question like that? Andie grinned at him and winked as she brushed his
hair. He tried poking Andie in the side with a stiff forefinger while
she worked, but again she didn't seem to notice. What the heck has she
got on under her clothes, he wondered.
The woman spoke to Andie, "Well, you should keep her cleaned up and
looking nice more often, she's so darling in that outfit."
Good grief, thought Kelly, and closed his eyes for a moment.
The woman went to the door to leave the restroom, "Bye-bye, Pretty
Kelly Dolly." She's probably waving at me, thought Kelly so he waved in
that general direction, deliberately doing a little kid wave, just
opening and closing his hand. "You be good for mommy. So cute!" said
the lady and disappeared.
"Oh, my," laughed Andie. "That wash rich!"
"I'm glad you thought it was funny," said Kelly, a little annoyed. "Why
did you tell her I was seven?"
"To see if she'd believe it," said Andie. "But she shwallowed it whole
and never batted an eye."
"Yeah, well, you're so tall, you make me look even shorter," said
Kelly, but he couldn't keep from grinning a little. If you didn't get
all freaked out by it, it had been kind of funny.
Andie stood and worked with her own hair a moment, "This is fun, huh?"
"Sort of," admitted Kelly. "Kinda like Halloween."
"Wanna bet on whether I can convince the eye doctor that you're only
five?" asked Andie.
"No way!" Kelly protested, "I *know* I'm too tall for that!"
"Bet?" challenged Andie.
"Huh? Bet what?"
"Well, not money, but shome sort of forfeit? Um," said Andie. "If I
win, you have to pretend to be five for the rest of the day? While
we're out, anyway," she amended.
"Huh, no," said Kelly.
"Aw, c'mon, think up a forfeit for me, if you win."
Kelly frowned. "What kind of forfeit? No, I don't think so."
"Go on, you can think of shomething; and if I'm willing to do it if I
lose, we'll have a bet."
Kelly thought about asking for an end to the charade as Andie's forfeit
but decided she probably wouldn't agree to that. "Take me to Vegas to
see, Mom?" he suggested.
Andie sucked on her lip a moment then nodded, "Okay, but you have to
co-operate with the gag and not walk in there talking about Dostoyevsky
or Pythogarash or something."
Kelly laughed. "Okay, I'll pretend to be little to see if you can make
him believe it, but I won't tell him I'm five, for gosh sakes."
"Deal," said Andie, grinning triumphantly. "Here, give me your purse."
"Huh?" said Kelly but he handed over the little heart-shaped bag.
Andie stuffed it into her voluminous handbag and rummaged around for
something else. Still grinning, she pulled out a cherry-flavored
lollipop and unwrapped it.
"Uh oh," said Kelly.
"Here, keep this in your mouth and don't say a word," Andie handed him
the confection. "Shweet!"
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