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THE PAGEANT - A MORPH STORY
BY
JANICE
I have mentioned in past stories that my wife, Vera, has the power to
change our bodies to any form she wishes; to this day I never found out
how she does it because it always happens when I am asleep. She usually
warns me that there will be a change but sometimes not what the change
will be, and sometimes there is no warning at all.
Another thing I have never been able to figure out is where she gets all
the necessary paperwork that she needs when she needs it.
This is a story of being completely unaware of a change until it
happened, and I think I can honestly say, the only time I hated almost
every minute of it.
I knew as soon as I woke up that there had been a change because
everything was so big, the bed, the room, and Vera. I took a few seconds
for me to find out exactly what the change was. I was no bigger than a
six or seven year old girl; I had no idea what Vera had in mind but I
knew I was not going to like it, and I didn't, not for a minute. I
realized I was in a little girl's granny gown.
She saw that I was awake. "I guess you are wondering what is going on?"
Vera asked me and handed me a short pink quilted robe and pink fluffy
slippers, all pink could not lead to anything good. Another thing I have
trouble with is where she gets all these special clothes, like the ones
involved in this story. Vera picked me up and sat me on her lap.
"The thought has crossed my mind. You have never, ever, made me this
young before, why?"
"I thought it might be fun. One of the girls from work has a young
daughter who is just about your age," she said pointing to me,
indicating she was six or seven, "and today she, Mary Beth, is
auditioning for a catalog shoot for a company that makes clothes for
little girls, both regular and fancy clothes; like pageants."
"And what the hell does that have to do with me?"
"You are just as pretty as Mary Beth so I thought you might like to
audition and see what happens."
"And what is this this catalog thing?"
"The winning girl gets to model for every catalog for the next year."
She told me that there would be the winner, a second place winner and a
stand by in case something happens and someone can't fulfill her
contract.
Ok, I have been married to Vera for a little over fifteen years and have
learned not to argue with her even when she is being stupid, and this
was stupid, so I said nothing.
We had breakfast and she got me dressed in a white tee shirt with cap
sleeves and a balloon design, a blue knee length skirt, light blue
tights, if I was a bigger girl they would be pantyhose, and black knee
high low heeled boots.
She combed my hair straight and parted I the middle. She packed a bag
with I don't know what but felt it would not be long before I found out.
It was a bit chilly out so she handed me a fake fur brown jacket, again
I do not know where she got it from, and we were soon in the car headed
for her friend's house.
Vera knocked at the door of the house we pulled up to. I stayed in the
car while Vera went up and rang the bell, someone opened the door and
Vera talked to them for a minute or two, then turned around and walked
to the car alone and got in.
She told me that her friend's daughter was sick and wouldn't be going to
the audition. What a relief, it looked like I wouldn't have to go
through with this bull shit.
"I guess we can go home and make other plans for the weekend." I said.
"Maybe we could be teenagers and hang out at the mall." I suggested.
"Not on your life. I paid a lot of money for your dress and you are
going to wear it, now buckle up."
I would have thought the audition would have been a bigger place, it was
surprisingly small. In for a penny, in for a pound I always say so I
decided to give my all even though my heart wasn't in it.
We entered the room, took a number and sat down; I hated it when my feet
were so far from the floor. I was sitting there swinging my legs as some
of the other girls were doing when I heard someone call Vera's name.
I looked up and to my very great surprise I saw an old class mate of
ours when we were in high school, I went with her for a while before I
started going with Vera. She came over with a little girl about my size,
and presumably age too.
Francine and Vera hugged each other and went through all that "It has
been so long..." bull shit while the little girl and I just looked at each
other until the adults were finished.
"Who is this lovely little thing?" Francine asked Vera.
"This is my daughter, Carol. Say hello to Francine Carol. I guess this
is your daughter," Vera said.
I was introduced to Cathy. She sat next to me while the adults continued
catching up the past years.
I was busy trying to listen to Francine and Vera and at the same time
trying to make sense of what Cathy was saying.
It seems they were here for the same reason we were, to get in the
catalog. Vera and I were called for our interview. When we finished
Francine and Cathy were called. We waited for them to finish and after
all the mothers and daughters were finished we were old to be back at
three o'clock in our dresses for the judging and talent section.
Why can't bad things happen in ones? I was all ready to be checked into
a motel or hotel for the weekend, the duration of the contest, but
nooooo, Francine had to invite Vera and me to stay with her.
The four of us stopped for lunch at a burger place and I got stuck
sitting next to Cathy; now Cathy may have been a sweet little girl and
I'm sure she was, but I was not ready to spend the weekend with her.
Francine took us back to her house only a few minutes away. We had about
an hour and a half before we had to be back at the place so I had to
spent the entire time looking at all Cathy's pretty dresses, she is, by
the way, a constant model, entering as many contests as possible. She
had several trophies to her name.
Soon it was time to get into our dresses. Our moms got us all dressed in
the dresses we were going to wear for the contest, I do not really know
what it was called so I am going to stay with contest. I guess I was
supposed to feel like a princess but I felt more like a jerk dressing
like a six year old.
My dress was very short, as were most of the contestants and frilly.
It was light blue, knee length, sleeveless with sort of epaulets on the
shoulders that were dripping with lace. The bodice was covered with
white lace to the pointed waist; from there the skirt fell in several
layers of lace trimmed ruffles. I felt like such a sissy for wearing
such a little girl dress but it's not like it was my idea, Vera made me
this little and I hope she never makes me this little ever again; under
the dress was a pair of blue rhumba panties and for shoes I wore a pair
of patent leather cross strap flats.
The dress judging was over and I was real happy to get the hell off the
stage.
Thankfully Vera did not make me the prettiest girl there so I did not
even get honorable mention, thank heaven for little favors; I just could
not see winning and having to go through this crap every month for the
next year.
Finally, we were able to get the hell out of there. Back at Francine's
and Cathy's and out of that dress.
We had a few hours before we had to get back to the venue to see who was
chosen as top model. The time was spent by Cathy making me try on a
bunch of her modeling dresses and her pageant outfits; can you imagine
how thrilled I was doing that? (He asked sarcastically).
Finally...we dressed for the awards dinner where the winners were to be
announced. Since Vera had not expected so many meetings and other
rituals she did not pack any other changes of clothes so I borrowed an
outfit of Cathy's.
This outfit wasn't so bad, at least it wasn't one of those cutie pie
dresses and I wouldn't mind having one in a larger size, perhaps a teen
size for when I am a teenage girl. I had to put on a pair of Cathy's
panties and blue tights. The dress was pink with a high square neck,
like a tank top, it was snug on top and just a bit fuller from my waste
to the hem, which came to mid-thigh; the skirt had several rows of lace
trimmed ruffles and a cute little bow at the front of the waist, the
final touch was a black velour bolero type jacket.
Of course, Cathy wore something fancier, she wanted me to get into
something as fancy but I declined.
Ya know what; I think Vera was intentionally embarrassing me by making
me hang with Cathy because she seemed to always have us, Cathy and me,
together or next to each other.
At dinner the winners were chosen and officially presented. The three of
them were indeed very pretty but they must have been notified in advance
because they were the only ones dressed for the occasion, with fancy
dresses.
Everything was over and I hoped we, Vera and I, would be going home, but
no such luck, things even got worse, I didn't think they could, but they
did.
Vera and Francine thought it would be a good idea to go out for a few
hours. That's not exactly what I meant when I said things did get worse,
Francine called her regular babysitter, Kill me, just kill me please.
Cathy and I were put into some of her nighties, as you probably guessed,
gowns. We were sitting together in a big arm chair when the sixteen year
old babysitter arrived. Her name was Agnes. She was told that our
bedtime was ten o'clock.
When our moms kissed us good night and told us to be good girls for
Agnes I could see a big "Gotcha" smile on her face.
About this time I gave up and thought, "The hell with this" and just
went along with it.
My small body must have been worn out because I soon dozed off and I
really don't remember Agnes putting us to bed, I do remember Vera coming
into our room and kissing me good night, (Boy o boy, am I going to get
even with her when this is all over.)
It is breakfast time and again it is at the venue, a sort of thanks and
good bye breakfast. The head table was reserved for the winners but
there was a different girl there, the top winner was missing. We were
told that because of "Extenuating circumstances" the winner was
disqualified, they gave no official reason but the scuttlebutt, (Rumors)
said it was because the winner was really a boy. Rumors have it that a
few girls' catalog do have boy's modeling girl's clothes.
Right after breakfast I got pretty fed up with this shit and started
being a pest and a brat about going home, Vera finally relented, we said
our good byes with hugs and kisses all around.
All the way home I yelled at Vera until I was sore and made her promise
never, ever, to make me this young again. I was so mad at her that I
didn't talk to her for almost an hour, a record for me; how can I stay
mad at someone I love so much?
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