“Mom I don’t want to go try out for baseball again! Every year you make me try out, and every year I don’t make the team. I am always told the same thing I am too small or too slow.” I stamp my foot on the floor. I feel mommy pulling my favorite spider man tee shirt over my head."
Princess Pantyboy
Mommy I don’t want to try out for baseball again!!!
By Princess Pantyboy
Me, Kelly, Kellie 9-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old sister
Mommy 42-years-old looks 21-years-old
Grandmother 77-years-old acts like 100-years-old
“Mom I don’t want to go try out for baseball again! Every year you make me try out, and every year I don’t make the team. I am always told the same thing I am too small or too slow.” I stamp my foot on the floor. I feel mommy pulling my favorite spider man tee shirt over my head.
Why do I let my mommy still dress me, especially while I am arguing with her it is like she doesn’t pay any attention to what I am saying. “Yes sweetie I know but while your father was alive he always wanted you to be involved in some type of sport. You are too small for football and your legs are too short for you to run fast for soccer so that leaves baseball. The only team sport left, unless you want to join Miley with being in dance class. I know you would look cute like Miley wearing her pink leotards, and tights hehehe.” I hear mommy giggle.
“Yes mommy make Kelly go to dance class because I hate wearing that pink leotard and tights. If he goes than I won't have to go because you said, it would be wasting money if I just stopped going to ballet classes. Now Kelly can go for me, I have all my old leotards and tights the little sissy boy can wear hehehe.”
I turn and hear Miley trying to get out of going to ballet classes. I do not see what the big deal is they just dance around together. None of them has to run or jump or throw a baseball anywhere and they don’t have to catch anything either like in baseball. I think to myself day dreaming. “Kelly, Kelly, can you hear me is that what you would like to switch with Miley and take dance and ballet and wear a pretty pink leotard and tights like Miley has to wear to class?” mommy says
“Umm what mommy dance class umm I don’t think I would like doing dance class it’s just for girls.” I play with my long hair that is past my shoulders all one length parted in the middle. “I wish you would stop playing with your hair, and speaking of hair why won't you get you haircut short like all the other boy's Kelly?”
Mommy starts talking about haircuts again and that keeps my mind on listening to her. When dad was alive, he always made me get crew cuts like him before he was killed in action working for the Marine Corps protecting all of our family’s from bad people. “Mommy I told you before I like long hair just like all the rock stars have long hair and everyone loves them and they have tons of friends.”
“I know sweetie I am trying the best I can for you to do boy things like baseball since your daddy is gone and he would want you to try out for baseball if he was still here sweetie. Can you do that for me?” God I hate it when she uses dad being gone and giving me the guilt trip speech.
Mommy starts brushing my hair, I try to ignore her. “Okay I guess I will try out again for baseball mommy. You do not have to make me feel guilty you know, I didn’t even know daddy when he was killed in the war. I was so small.”
“You have always been small you little sissy boy with the long blonde hair.” Miley says teasing me and I stick my tongue out at her. “See mommy he is a little sissy he should be the one going to dance and ballet.”
I watch as mommy turns and starts yelling at Miley. “I told you to go get ready and wear a pretty dress Miley so we can cheer Kelly on while he tries out to make the boy's baseball team. Oh and don’t call your brother a sissy.” Miley runs off to her room to get changed out of her normal Jeans and tee shirt that she always wears.
“While your sister is getting changed Kelly you can't try out for the team while you are wearing shorts you need to be wearing jeans, so let me help you out of your board shorts sweetie okay?” Before I can tell mommy I am not a baby and I can undress, and dress myself without any help mommy pulls my shorts down with one swift pull. Before I can even breathe, I see my underwear came off with my shorts at the same time.
I of course put my hands between my legs as fast as I can so mommy does not see my boy parts. “Oh don’t be so shy little Kelly I have seen your little boy parts since you were born sweetie. I wouldn’t worry about your little penis and balls being the same size they were when you were born. I am sure you will get a growth spurt or two soon like Miley has.” Great mommy had to bring up how tiny my boy parts are too.
“I think Miley got my growth spurt too mommy she has grown so much this year.” I think she is ignoring me again not responding to my comments.
Mommy just leaves me standing there naked from the waist down as she stands up looking at me. “Is all your underwear loose and too big Kelly?” I get that famous look I think all mommy's have when she puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot. It means nothing good.
“Umm yes mommy when you bought me new underwear you threw out all my old underwear and the new underwear was three sizes too big. So I just started wearing them anyway.” I see that look again on her face.
I look down at her foot taping on the floor. “Well you should of said something and I would of brought them back and get you the right size underwear. I will check and see if there are any smaller underwear you can wear until I can buy you the correct size sweetie.” I watch as mommy walks out of my room carrying my underwear. I just stand there half-naked. A few minutes later mommy comes back in my room carrying three large boxes, emptying them all over my bed.
“Mommy those are Miley's clothes I can't wear her underwear.” I see a pile of little Barbie and Disney princess panties, dresses, skirts and all kinds of super girly clothes.
Before I know it, mommy is behind me lifting one foot at a time and she is pulling Miley's panties up my legs. “Oh yes perfect fit sweetie and I wouldn’t worry too much about Miley being upset about you wearing her panties because these are her old clothes from a couple years ago.”
“What so I am wearing my little sisters OLD panties because her regular clothes are probably too big for me.”
“Yes sweetie like I said she has had a couple big growth spurts and the bad thing for you is the clothes that fit you are the clothes she wore when she was in her girly, girl phase. I was able to find one pair of jeans you can wear to try outs and no their not pink like her dresses and skirts.” Mommy says
I look at the pile of pink clothes and panties on my bed. “Looks like her old panties are pink too mommy.” I look down at the pink panties I am now wearing.
“Yes they are pink and very pretty on you sweetie but they will be under your new jeans so no one will see them. Speaking of your new jeans to cover your new panties, step into these jeans see there blue jeans not pink.” I do as I am told and feel mommy pulling them up my legs and over my new panties. I mean the panties I am wearing there defiantly not my new panties, darn that still sounds girly.
I look down at the jeans I am now wearing and they look like regular blue jeans I used to wear except. “Mommy these blue jeans don’t have any pockets, and no zipper in front and feels like they have elastic in the waistband instead of belt loops.”
“Yes sweeties they don’t have any of those things but maybe that will help you with baseball tryouts too, now get some socks and sneakers on and meet us down stairs. I have to check on Miley okay sweetie?”
God I wish she would stop calling me sweetie like she calls Miley all the time. “Yes mommy.” Before I could even respond mommy was walking into Miley's room.
I can hear Miley and mommy arguing and I walk out of my room, and Miley and mommy are coming out of Miley's room and she is wearing a sundress with flowers all over it and her hair is in pigtails. Miley looks like she is going to explode. “See Miley you look so pretty now.” Mommy sees me walking by. “Kelly doesn’t Miley look pretty wearing this pretty dress?”
“Umm yes mommy she looks very pretty wearing that dress she should always wear dresses.” Oh, I turned and had eye contact with Miley and she was totally pissed like she was on fire upset.
I start to feel odd when I hear her comment. “I will get you back for that you little sissy boy.” Miley's says. My smiles goes away, I can feel a cold chill go up my arms and spine. Yea she looks pissed I run downstairs.
“I am ready mommy, I am downstairs.” I want to stay away from Miley no matter what, she looks so pissed wearing that dress. All I said was she looked pretty, and should always wear dresses. Oh know that last comment is why she is pissed at me for saying she should always wear dresses. Damn I am stupid saying that now she is going to get me back. I had better watch myself but she does look pretty in that dress.
I grab my baseball met and put my baseball hat on. I start to push my long ponytail under my hat so no one sees my long hair the last time I tried out everyone called me a tomboy whatever a tomboy is. They also said girls could not play in this league it’s only for boy’s. I didn’t respond because they were teasing me and I didn’t feel like arguing with all the boy's.
“Sweetie you can just get your haircut short like all the other boy's if you are going to hide your long hair under your hat.” Mommy says
I turn and am ready to respond when I see Miley giving me that look. “Or my sissy brother you can pull your long pretty ponytail out through the back of the baseball hat like girl's do it hehehe.” Miley says while giggling.
“Hahaha you are so funny Miley. Mommy I told you that I like long hair it’s just in my way when I try to play baseball so I put it up under my hat to keep it away.”
Mommy gives me that look like I make no sense at all. “Well your grandma wanted to watch you try out for baseball this time sweetie so you would have good luck. She is your father’s mom so if she shows up at the try-outs make sure you both give her a big hug okay kids?”
“Mommy I mean mom.” God I have to stop saying mommy like a little toddler would say. “Um mom she is weird, remember a couple years ago the Christmas present she gave me?” mommy gives me that look again. “I mean she gave me a dress and she gave Miley a dress too but at least she is a girl.”
Miley is smiling from ear to ear when I look over at her, waiting for mommy to respond. “Well sissy brother she probably knows you are a little sissy boy and wanted you to have a pretty dress like all the girl's get for Christmas hehehe.” Miley says while giggling.
“Enough Miley, I told you to stop teasing your little brother, I mean your brother.” Great now mommy is calling me the little one, I turn seeing Miley smiling at me when we heard mommy call me the little brother. “Kelly your grandmother is very old, and a little senile, meaning she doesn’t remember very well, and thinks differently than younger people, but she loves you both very much.” I am sure she forgot she bought Miley a dress and bought another dress putting the wrong name tag on it. You grandmother is very old fashion she believes girl's only wear dresses and skirts and only boy's wear pants and shorts.”
I still do not understand what mommy is saying, or why my only grandmother would buy her only grandson a dress for Christmas. I am not going to try to understand, I guess because Miley teases me every time I argue with mommy. “Whatever I guess can we get this over with now mommy I mean mom?”
We walk out to mommy’s minivan and Miley gets buckled into her car seat in the back, and I sit in the front buckling myself in. I start to feel nervous about baseball tryouts; we drive over to the field. Every year I try out and every year I fail, but I am going to try extra hard this time. I am not going to try extra hard because I like baseball so much I actually hate all sports. I just don’t want to hear Miley teasing me how bad I am at sports and how good she is.
The baseball field parking lot is packed and all the fields are busy having the different age groups trying out. Mommy finds my age group and we walk over to that field. Mommy talks to the coach for a little bit and I watch while the coach is checking mommy out up and down smiling at her long legs going up to her very short skirt. “Okay sweetie go up to the coach and sit with the other boy's and wait for your turn to try out. Your sister and I will sit in the bleachers and keep an eye out for your grandma okay sweetie? Oh and good luck try your best.”
“Yes mommy I will.” I walk slowly over to the coach.” I look around at all the other boy's and they are like double my size and look so much older than I am but they are all in my age group.
The coach looks at me up and down staring at my jeans. “Umm I talked to your mom and she said you want to try out to be on the baseball team is that correct son?”
“Umm yes my mommy wants me to try out and I am going to try my very best sir.” I say and I cannot believe I called her my mommy again instead of mom like all the other boy's on the planet refer to their mom.
The coach hears me and scratches his head and looking back over to my pretty mommy. “Oh okay well then you can try out for the team like your mommy wanted. I need you to take a seat on the bench and I will call you up when it is your turn okay little Kelly?” The coach says and gives me a fake smile.
“Yes sir coach.” I cannot believe he called me little Kelly how can he know all the boy's and girl's in school call me that also. I sit on the bench between two other boy's and they look like giants compared to me. After a very long wait, it is my turn to try out, I am the last one. I go up and the coach hands me a baseball bat and points for me to step up to the plate. I stand there with the bat against my shoulder as I just stand there, and swing occasionally and I didn’t come anywhere close to the ball. Man I had better try harder or Miley is going to be teasing me. I am sent out to the field, and they hit the ball to me. I jump on the ball instead of trying to stop it with my glove.
Damn that was stupid, I hear the boy's on the bench laughing. “Okay hit a couple more to little Kelly see what he can do.” I hear the coach say and every ball that came my way I couldn’t get to. One bounced up and hit me in the chest and I wanted to cry it hurt so badly but I would not cry in front of everyone so they will not think I am a sissy. One last ground ball was hit and I ran up to it as fast as I could and I picked it up and threw the ball to the other outfielder instead of the first base player like I was told to do. Plus I couldn’t throw the ball all the way to the other boy it hit the ground about five feet from where I was standing and rolled to him.
“Okay I have seen enough. Come over here Kelly.” I start running from the outfield and by the time I get to the coach everyone else is headed to their family jumping and screaming they made the team. “Um little Kelly I think you are going to need to practice more before you will be able to play on the team. I am not going to say how small you are because I am sure you know that. I am sorry little man but practice more and try again next year.”
The coach turns and walks away from me, and I start to walk to the bleachers and mommy and Miley are their looking as sad as I am. Well Miley is smiling ready to tease me I am sure. “I am sorry sweetie I am guessing you didn’t make the team but you umm looked good out there right Miley?”
“Oh yea little brother every one of the boy's was sure you looked like the little sissy boy you act like hehehe.” Miley teases me, as I want to cry.
I look down at my feet as I see out of the corner of my eye mommy smack Miley on the back of the head lightly. “Owe mom that hurt.” I look up at Miley rubbing the back of her head as I smile softly.
“Miley if I told you once I told you a million times not to tease your little brother now tell him you are sorry.”
Mommy referred to me, as Miley's little brother again not even correcting herself this time. “Sorry little brother I said that you are a little sissy boy.” I looked up at her smiling down at me her not really being sincere out all.
“Can we go home now mommy?” I ignore Miley’s fake apology.
I see a shocked look on mommy’s face. “Well sweetie, I thought we could go out for an ice cream still, and celebrate you at least trying to make the team Kelly.”
“Mommy I rather just go home and play video games and that one ball hit me hard in the chest and still hurts.”
Nothing else is said, mommy puts her hand down for Miley to take her hand and for some reason I take her other hand making me look like the little toddler I look like. We drive back home and I go to my room to play videogames, I hear mommy's cell phone ringing.
“Hey Kelly, Kelly take your head phones off.” I turn seeing Miley in my room smiling at me. “Can I play with you I am bored?”
I lower my headset. “Just don’t tease me and you can.” I plug in the other headset and hand it to Miley as she sits down next to me.
“Okay but I can't promise little sissy boy, only kidding well not really.” We play video games for about an hour and I don’t know why I let Miley play because she beats me every time.
Mom walks into my room and shuts the TV off. “Okay you too I need you to listen to me and not say a word.” I turn real fast and I spill my grape juice all over my pants. I watch as mommy picks up one of my bathroom towels laying on the floor and tosses it to me on my soaked lap. “Kelly dry yourself while I talk this is very important.” We both look up at mommy while I am drying myself not saying a word because mommy has that serious look on her face.
“Okay when we arrived home my work called me and I have to fly out of town for a while it is an emergency. I talked to your grandmother and she has agreed to watch you both. I know you are not close with your grandmother but we have no choice. I need you both to pack a bag of clothes and remember how hot it is outside. Kelly I need you to get those soaked jeans off so I can wash them immediately before they stain okay sweetie?”
Miley and I turn and look at each other, both of us not to happy about what is going on. “Mom how long will you be gone and we have to stay with grandma?” Miley says.
“I am not sure yet hopefully just a few weeks. Miley I need you to pack a bag for little Kelly from your old clothes since he has no clothes that fit him anymore. Make sure you give him some shorts to wear to your grandmas it’s a long drive okay Miley?”
I continue to dry myself off with the towel. “Okay Kelly let me help you, lift your arms up over your head.” I do as I am told. Mommy pulls my wet spider man tee shirt up and off me. I next feel mommy pulling my wet jeans down, I am only standing in Miley's old pink panties.
“Mommy you could of gave me some warning I am half naked.” I put both my hands in front of my legs trying to hide my tiny boy parts in the panties.
Miley giggles seeing me wearing her old panties. “Miley give me those shorts right there on top I think that is the only pair of shorts you had when you where this size.” Mommy catches the shorts after Miley throws them to her. Lift your foot up sweetie we have to hurry.” I do as I am told and soon I feel the thin short shorts being pulled up my legs. I look in the mirror seeing the white shorts with purple and yellow balloons all over them.
“Mommy these are way to girly of shorts for me to wear.” I barely had those words out of my mouth when I feel the matching top pulled over my head and it is so small it doesn’t even cover my belly button.
I look at myself and I am ready to complain again. “I need some socks and shoes too Miley than pack the rest of those clothes into his suitcase, then go in your room and pack yourself a bag quickly okay?” I turn seeing Miley packing all her old clothes into my suitcase, all I see are panties and then the bag is closed. Miley runs out of my room and heads to her room to pack herself a bag.
“Kelly sit on the edge of your bed so I can finish getting you dressed.” I do not say a word I just do as I am told. “Lift your feet sweetie.” I feel the thin white socks being pulled up both my feet as mommy folds down the lace and the socks barely cover my ankles. “Oh yes they are so pretty I mean that will feel better in this heat sweetie. I try to look down but all I see is the top of mommy's pretty hair. I feel the Velcro close over and then I look again and I am wearing my little sister’s old pink sneakers. “Okay stand up sweetie, I know the sneakers are pink but that is all we have and I will send money to grandmas once I get settled in Japan. You will be able to get yourself some new clothes okay sweetie?”
I feel mommy take my hand while she is holding my suitcase while we walk down the stairs. “Kelly run up in front of us and open the front door.”
“Mom I got it, I watch Miley un-locking the front door holding her suitcase. We stop next to the hallway mirror and that is the first time I see myself fully dressed in Miley's old outfit. All I see is mommy holding the hand of a little girl, which the little girl is me. I start to play with my long ponytail nervously staring at myself in the mirror; I watch the little girl playing with her hair like a toddler would.
I cannot believe that I not only look like a girl wearing my little sister's clothes but I also look like a small child now as well. My sister and I are in the back in the mini-van buckled in before I realize I am not sitting in the front seat next to mommy while she drives. I am sitting in the back were mommy put me and I didn’t say a world.
“Mommy can I sit in the front with you mommy I will be a big girl not like Kelly acting like a sissy toddler?” I hear Miley teasing me and before I can complain to mommy, I hear her respond.
Mommy opens the back door staring at me then looking over at Miley sitting next to me in her car seat. “Yes Miley if you can be a big girl and stop teasing your little brother okay?”
“Yes mom I will be a big girl and not tease my little sissy brother, I mean my little brother.” I watch when Miley un-buckles her safety belt and jumps out of the van and sticks her tongue at me.
I stick my tongue at her. “See mom he even acts like a sissy sticking his tongue at me.” I turn seeing mommy staring at me acting super childish.
We start driving to grandma’s house. I know it is a long way so I just close my eyes and relax knowing we will be in the van for several hours. Before I know it I wake up and Miley is back to sitting next to me but I am sitting in her car seat for some reason. “Did you have a nice nap my little sissy brother hehehe.” I hear Miley saying as she giggles.
“Why am I in your car seat Miley? I fell asleep and I was sitting were you are and I wake up in your car seat.”
I rub my eyes and stretch my arms. I see mommy still driving but someone else is in the front passenger sit. While I am trying to figure it out, I see the person turn around smiling at me. “Oh sweetheart you are awake. Did you have a nice nap little one? I really like your pretty outfit.”
“Hehehe I like your pretty outfit too little sissy.” I hear Miley giggling while she teases me. “You slept all the way to grandmas, I said I was bigger and you should have to use the car seat so mom put you in it while you were sleeping. We are almost at the airport to drop mom off.”
I look forward seeing grandma still staring at me waiting for a response. “Did you hear me sweetheart or are you still have asleep? You have been sleeping a long time did you have an accident I see your legs together?”
“Um no, I didn’t have an accident grandma. I guess I did sleep a long time.” I continue to rub my eyes than I feel a little wet spot between my legs. I am not going to tell anyone that a little pee went into my panties; I mean my underwear before I could stop it.
Looking up I see grandma still staring at me. “I want you to call me grandmother sweetheart that is how little ones like you call their grandmother okay sweetheart?” I look confused but I had better respond before I am yelled at again.
“Umm okay grandmother I will call you that from now on.” I smile at sis showing her I did not get in trouble this time.
I twist long hair around my finger, I stick my tongue at sis again. “Grandma do you still have a pool I would really like to go swimming when we get back to your house?” Miley says
“Yes I do have a pool still and they just came and cleaned it, so yes you can get your swim trunks on and go swimming after we drop your mom off at the airport.” We hear grandma saying. I don’t understand how Miley didn’t get in trouble not calling her grandmother like I am being told to call her. Grandmother also said Miley can get her swim trunks on and go swimming. What is up with that only I have swim trunks and Miley has bikinis and one-piece swimsuits?
Mommy did say a while ago grandma was going senile and that is why she bought me that dress for a Christmas present a couple years ago. It is possible maybe she has me and Miley mixed up, she thinks Miley is me the big brother because she is taller than me. Grandmother must think I am the little one since I am smaller. We pull into the airport and my daydreaming is stopped. “You kids be good for your grandma, and I will be back as soon as I can okay?”
“Yes mom I will make sure the little one is good for grandma.” Miley says and I stick my tongue at her.
Miley shakes her head grinning at me stick my tongue at her. “Don’t worry mommy I will be good but Miley just wants to tease me again mommy. I love you and miss you already mommy.” I feel like I am going to cry but I won't do it so I don’t act like a baby that Miley teases me about all the time.
“Don’t cry sweetie, it will be okay your grandmother will take care of you.” I hear mommy say do not cry and I try to act more grown up but a tear slowly slides down my face as I hug mommy.
I rub my eyes as we watch mommy walk into the airport pulling her suitcase. “Okay kids wave good-bye to your mom, and then it is time to get back in the van.” Grandma gets into the driver’s seat; Miley gets in the front passenger seat. We all start driving back to grandma’s house. Why did I let Miley get in the front seat instead of me? I am the oldest even though I am smaller. Next time I will beat Miley to the front seat.
“Here little sissy this should keep you from whining till we get home. Or at least we won't be able to hear you with the DVD movie playing hehehe.” Miley turns around turning the DVD player on using the remote control.
Before I can complain, Miley turns around in her seat up front and the movie starts. Great! ‘The MY LITTLE PONY’ movie. I do not think they make a more girly movie, oh well anything is better than listening to Miley teasing me. I start watching the movie and I can see Miley and grandmother talking but I cannot hear them with the movie playing.
(If I could hear them this is what they were saying.)
“You know what is funny? Every time the little one is whining all you have to do is play a girly movie or give the little sissy something girly to do and all is good, no more whining.” Miley says
Grandmother looks over at Miley. “Well that is how little girls are, they just want to do girly things and not play with big boy's like you Kelly.” Grandma thinks I am Kelly and Kelly is me Miley. Oh, this could get to be fun if I am hearing her correctly. “Your mom told me you didn’t make it when you tried out for the baseball team again. The good thing at least you tried and that counts a lot. Speaking of baseball I noticed a flier in the mail came out for tryouts in my neighborhood if you would like to try out again Kelly?”
“That would be great grandma I will make the team this time I am sure yeaaaaaa.”
(Back to first person by the real Kelly)
I hear Miley in the front seat yell YEAAA loud for some reason. “What's so exciting up there.” I say from the backseat.
“Oh grandma said I can try out for baseball that will be so much fun.” I hear Miley saying. I am just glad grandma, or mommy does not want me to try out again.
I smile at Miley who has turned around in the front seat smiling at me. I say softly so I don’t get in trouble. “I bet you would do great on the girl's baseball team Miley I hear it is softball not baseball like it was for me.” I say to Miley but she just smiles at me.
“Yea but I really enjoy baseball so that is what I am going to try out for. Maybe you could try dance class, or even ballet since you’re just a little sissy anyway hehehe.” Miley says to me then giggles. I stick my tongue at her before she turns around ignoring me. I play with my long hair as we pull into grandma’s driveway.
I had better not forget to call her grandmother, who knows why she wants me calling her that now. I thought only Miley used to only call her that, now Miley is calling her grandma like I used to, and I am the one calling her grandmother. I guess whatever who can figure female's out anyway.
“Okay kids we are home. I am sorry I didn’t know how late we would get back. It is too late to go in the pool. I need you both to grab your bags and bring them up to your new bedrooms.” Grandmother says.
Miley walks around to my door and opens the slider. “Grandma I will let the little sissy out of her car seat since the safety belt gets to be tough on her okay?” I want to smack Miley for calling me a sissy and for referring to me as a ‘HER’ twice, but grandmother starts talking. I hop out of the van and try to pull the short shorts down because they are so tiny on me.
“Okay that is a good idea; if the little one needs help with her suitcase can you bring it up to her room? Her room is top of the stairs to the left and yours is top of the stairs to the right okay?”
I am in shock as I hear grandmother refer to me as a ‘HER’ like Miley just did that is so messed up. I know these shorts and tee shirt are girl's clothes and no one can see I am wearing Miley's old panties; I am still a boy for petes sake. Before I can correct grandmother, Miley starts talking again. “No problem grandma, I am sure SHE can't carry HER bag.” I am going to explode hearing Miley's comments. “Let me see you pick up your bag sissy.” Miley takes it out of the back of mommy’s van and drops it by my feet. I bend over trying to pick the back up.
“Umm okay umm.” I start dragging it a couple inches when grandmother sees me trying to drag it farther. Miley's smiles, and walks away towards the house giggling softly.
I look up and see grandmother shaking her head with both her hands on her hips holding her purse. “You are too small sweetie to carry your own suitcase. Hear you take my purse, and I will take your bag sweetie okay?” I take grandmas small purse. Miley smiles at me holding the super girly purse.
“Here carry this also so I can carry my own suitcase. Just put it over your shoulder and you can still carry grandma’s purse with yours.” I hear Miley say but I cannot respond fast enough as she puts her purse over my shoulder while grandma is taking my bag out of the van.
Miley is half way to the house with grandmother before I can even think of something to respond. I look down at the pink Barbie purse she put over my head and shoulder that I am walking with. “Miley make sure you close the van door on your way sweetie okay?”
“Okay grandmother.” I shut the van door as she asked me to do. Did grandmother just call me Miley? Mommy is right grandmother is going senile for sure I had better get her straight before this gets out of hand.
I walk in the house and follow grandmother, and up the stairs. We walk into a bedroom that is totally set up for a girl, and a little girl at that with everything being pink. The walls are all painted a light pink and the furniture is white but very girly looking. The bed has a pink canopy over it with a pink Barbie comforter. I even see a changing table in the corner, which is white with lace all over it.
“Okay sweetie this is your room until your mommy comes back so I put your suitcase here on your bed.” I watch grandmother open it up and I see all of Miley's old clothes in there. “Okay sweetie get undressed, I will find you some pajamas.” I just stand there not moving only staring into my suitcase filled with Miley's old clothes seeing dresses and skirts and panties and every possible girly type of clothes you can imagine.
I just do not know how to react, or what to say I am in total shock. “I said get undressed sweetie, it is too late to go swimming so we will all get a good night’s sleep than start the summer tomorrow in the pool if it is nice now hurry.” I still stand there in shock. Grandmother walks over to me, and she pulls the girly top over my head and tosses it in the laundry basket by my door. “Okay sweeties lift your foot.” I do as I am told and she pulls my girly short shorts down, I stand only wearing the pink panties.
“But grandmother I am not a baby I can undress myself.” I cover myself when I noticed I am almost naked putting my hands between my legs. “Oh stop being silly little one and lift your arms up.” I feel grandmother pulling a pajama top over my head, she pulls it down I stick my arms through the puffy short sleeves and I turn and see my reflection in the mirror that is on the wall. I am standing there not in pajamas but wearing a pink Barbie nightgown. “There you go sweetie you look so pretty and your nightgown even matches your pretty panties.”
“Oh yes I agree you look so pretty MILEY.” I turn hearing the real Miley saying, while she is standing in my doorway smiling at me. I notice her staring at me up and down, me wearing the super girly nightgown, which barely covers my panties because it is so short. “Yes make sure you go potty before you go to bed we don’t want any more accidents MILEY.” Again, she calls me Miley saying the name louder.
Grandmother puts her hands on her hips. “Yes sweetie, no accidents please go potty now before you hop in bed.” I want to cry not believing how messed up this is. I turn ready to rip into the real Miley smiling at me from ear to ear when I notice she is wearing my new spider-man pajamas that are way too big for me and fit her perfectly. “Now sweetie” I feel grandmother take my hand with my back to her staring at Miley, she pulls me into the bathroom.
“Now I will give you some privacy but make sure you go potty okay sweetie?” I hear grandmother saying but she does not wait for me to respond closing the door. I stand only in the bathroom which of course is pink also. “Kelly give me a kiss and get in bed and tomorrow you will have baseball tryouts and you need a good night’s sleep okay?”
Oh my god grandma, I mean grandmother is totally losing her mind she is treating me like I was Miley and Miley like she is me. I hear her talking to Miley through my bathroom door. I sit on the toilet and go potty looking around at the girly bathroom. I always wanted my own bathroom but darn this is so girly. I walk out of the bathroom after flushing the toilet; I stand in front of the big mirror in my new girly room, which the mirror is so large it goes almost from the floor to the ceiling. “Oh I think you look so pretty wearing your new nightgown hehehe.” The real Miley says. Before I can respond, she is gone and grandmother walks into my new room.
“Time for bed sweetie, Did you go potty like a big girl?” I hear grandmother say as she watches me standing in front of the mirror.
I do not know what to say seeing me dressed again like a little girl. “Yes grandmother I went potty.” I say but I cannot figure how to word, and tell grandmother she has lost her mind treating me like I was Miley. “Good girl now get in bed, and sweet dreams.” The light goes out as I pull the cover over me. Oh, my god my life is so screwed up.
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Part 2
Mommy I don’t want to try out for baseball again!!!
By Princess Pantyboy
Me, Kelly, Kellie 9-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old sister
Mommy 42-years-old looks 21-years-old
Grandmother 77-years-old acts like 100-years-old
All,
I added a few paragraph’s from Part 1 so my story would be easier to read. I hope you enjoy my story, I am sure I missed a few spelling an especially grammar so please forgive. Hugs Princess
I walk in the house and follow grandmother, up the stairs. We walk into a bedroom that is totally set up for a girl, and a little girl at that with everything being pink. The walls are all painted a light pink, and the furniture is white but very girly looking. The bed has a pink canopy over it with a pink Barbie comforter. I even see a changing table in the corner, which is white with lace all over it.
“Okay sweetie this is your room until your mommy comes back so I put your suitcase here on your bed.” I watch grandmother open it up and I see all of Miley's old clothes in there. “Okay sweetie get undressed, I will find you some pajamas.” I just stand there not moving only staring into my suitcase filled with Miley's old clothes seeing only dresses, skirts, panties and every possible girly type of clothes you can imagine.
I just do not know how to react, or what to say I am in total shock. “I said get undressed sweetie, it is too late to go swimming so we will all get a good night’s sleep than start the summer tomorrow in the pool if it is nice now hurry.” I still stand there in shock. Grandmother walks over to me, and she pulls the girly top over my head and tosses it in the laundry basket by my door. “Okay sweeties lift your foot.” I do as I am told and she pulls my girly short shorts down, I stand only wearing the pink panties.
“But grandmother I am not a baby I can undress myself.” I cover myself when I noticed I am almost naked putting my hands between my legs. “Oh stop being silly little one and lift your arms up.” I feel grandmother pulling a pajama top over my head, she pulls it down I stick my arms through the puffy short sleeves. I turn and see my reflection in the mirror that is on the wall. I am standing there not in pajamas but wearing a pink Barbie nightgown. “There you go sweetie you look so pretty and your nightgown even matches your pretty panties.”
“Oh yes I agree you look so pretty MILEY.” I turn hearing the real Miley saying, while she is standing in my doorway smiling at me. I notice her staring at me up and down, me wearing the super girly nightgown, which barely covers my panties because it is so short. “Yes make sure you go potty before you go to bed we don’t want any more accidents MILEY.” Again, she calls me Miley saying the name louder.
Grandmother puts her hands on her hips. “Yes sweetie, no accidents please go potty now before you hop in bed.” I want to cry not believing how messed up this is. I turn ready to rip into the real Miley smiling at me from ear to ear. I notice she is wearing my new spider-man pajamas that are way too big for me and fit her perfectly. “Now sweetie” I feel grandmother take my hand with my back to her staring at Miley, she pulls me into the bathroom.
“Now I will give you some privacy but make sure you go potty okay sweetie?” I hear grandmother saying but she does not wait for me to respond closing the door. I stand only in the bathroom, which of course is pink also. “Kelly give me a kiss and get in bed and tomorrow you will have baseball tryouts and you need a good night’s sleep okay?”
Oh my god grandma, I mean grandmother is totally losing her mind she is treating me like I was Miley and Miley like she is me. I hear her talking to Miley through my bathroom door. I sit on the toilet and try to go potty looking around at the girly bathroom. I always wanted my own bathroom but darn this is so girly. I walk out of the bathroom after flushing the toilet; I stand in front of the big mirror in my new girly room, which the mirror is so large it goes almost from the floor to the ceiling. “Oh I think you look so pretty wearing your new nightgown hehehe.” The real Miley says. Before I can respond, she is gone and grandmother walks into my new room.
“Time for bed sweetie, did you go potty like a big girl?” I hear grandmother say as she watches me standing in front of the mirror.
I do not know what to say seeing me dressed again like a little girl. “Yes grandmother I went potty.” I say but I cannot figure how to word, and tell grandmother she has lost her mind treating me like I was Miley. “Good girl now get in bed, and sweet dreams.” The light goes out as I pull the covers over me. Oh, my god my life is so screwed up.
(THE NEXT MORNING)
Oh man, this is so crazy; I guess it is not a nightmare, I am still in this supper girly room. I rub my eyes seeing the sun coming through my windows. I pull the sheet away from me, and yes, I am still wearing little Miley's old Barbie nightgown and panties. I sure hope mommy comes home soon. I know it has not even been a whole day that she is gone, and she probably is not even to Japan yet since that is so far away.
“You are just getting up little one?” I hear grandmother say while she walks into my new room. “Kelly is already up and having breakfast, we need to get you ready too. Now hop overhear to your vanity and I will brush your hair out sweetie.”
I slowly crawl out of bed listening to grandmother; I continue to rub my eyes while I yawn. “Okay grandmother, I am just so tired.” I sit on the bench in front of the vanity with my back to the mirror. “That feels nice you brushing my hair grandmother.”
“I am glad you like how that feels having your long pretty hair brushed. Does your mommy have you brush your long hair every night before you go to bed sweetie?” I push my long hair out of my eyes as we talk. “Does your hair get in your eyes a lot sweetie? You want me to fix that for you?”
I rub my eyes some more getting relaxed feeling grandmother brushing my hair. “Umm yes grandmother it does get in my eyes a lot, yes please fix it. Umm mommy doesn’t have me do it every night but she does tell me to brush my hair more since I want long hair.”
“Okay sweetie sit up and you are going to have to brush your hair a hundred strokes every night before bed if you want to continue to have long pretty hair okay sweetie?” I sit up and hear grandmother and how does she have so much energy this early in the morning.
I continue to yawn and rub my eyes. “Okay I will fix your hair so it stays out of your eyes sweetie. Do not move, and close your eyes sweetie. I don’t want to poke you in the eye by accident.”
“Okay whatever grandmother.” I close my eyes and get more relaxed feeling her brushing and brushing my long hair. My nose is tickling me, I feel grandmother brushing the hair over my face, and my hair hangs down about 6 inches below my chin. “Wow grandmother my hair is getting so long look how far it goes past my chin.”
I can hear in grandmother’s voice, she is not happy because I opened my eyes. “I told you sweetie to keep your eyes closed if I poke you in your pretty eye we will both be truly sad. Now keep your eyes closed so I can make them straight.” I close my eyes wondering what she is making straight when I hear the opening and closing of scissors. I open my eyes watching the last of my long hair blocking my eyes falling into my lap.
“Grandmother what are you doing cutting my long hair?” I can see the large pile of foot long clumps of hair in my lap.
I watch as grandmother leans down making eye contact with me. “You asked me to get your hair out of your eyes. I am not cutting your long pretty hair I am just trimming your bangs sweetie.”
“I don’t have bangs grandmother.” I say feeling tears slowly sliding down my face.
Grandmother leans back down looking into my eyes again. “Well you do now sweetie, and you look very pretty. Now don’t move so I can make them straight sweetie.” I feel little clumps of hair only a half of inch long falling now. “There ya go sweetie all done your long pretty hair won't fall in your eyes again.” I watch as she puts the scissors down. “Now let me finish brushing your hair and we can get you dressed sweetie.”
“Grandmother I want to see my hair. I did not want my hair cut. I just wanted my hair in a ponytail.” I try to turn around to look into the mirror of the vanity, but grandmother stops me.
Grandmother stops when she hears me. “Oh that will be easy sweetie now turn your head and I will get your hair finished up.” I feel grandmother turn me again on the other side and it feels so tight now.
“Okay sweetie your hair is all done now, lift your arms up and let me take your pretty nightgown off.” Finally, she is done with my hair, I feel grandmother pull my nightgown off, I mean Miley’s old nightgown that I am wearing. I guess it is my nightgown since Miley outgrew it and I am wearing it. What the hell am I thinking! I am even starting to think like a girl now; I had better get a grip before it is too late.
I stand up feeling the nightgown pulled off me very quickly, I turn and see my new hairstyle. “Oh my god I have baby girl bangs now, and my hair is in pigtails.” I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I realize no matter what I am wearing I am going to have the most girly hairstyle on the planet. I notice I am almost naked standing only in Barbie panties. “Oh know, I am so sorry grandmother this has never happened to me before.” I say while looking down, I am staring at the pee dripping down both my legs as I stand in a small puddle of pee. I look up and grandmother is shaking her head with her hands on her hips.
“Oh my sweetheart you wet your pretty panties.” I start crying in mild shock I am sure staring at my reflection then seeing I wet my new panties.
I look down so embarrassed. “Oh looks like my little baby sister wet her panties again hahaha.” I hear the real Miley saying. I look up to yell at Miley, and say I have never peed my panties before. I mean peed my underwear. When I see her she is dressed in my baseball clothes looking just like I did when I was trying out for the team back home. Miley's long hair is up and under her baseball hat like I did when I was playing baseball.
“Well it is just an accident sweetie and don’t worry it will be okay just stop your crying.” I hear grandmother saying, she is wiping my legs clean with diaper wipes. “Okay go in the bathroom real quick and get your soaked panties off and go potty while I get you some new panties sweetie now go fast we are in a rush.”
I walk fast into the bathroom taking my wet panties off, I drop them on the floor and sit on the toilet and I can't go potty, I just can't believe I wet my panties like I was a baby. “Grandmother walks in the bathroom and stares at me naked sitting on the toilet. “Sweetie I am afraid you are going to have to wear some protection instead of wearing big girl panties like before. We cannot have you have another accident while we are out at the baseball fields today. I will give you a choice, you can either wear a diaper that I will put on you, or you can try to be a big girl and wear a pull up now which one do you want?”
“But grandmother I don’t want a diaper or a pull up, I am not a baby.” I start to cry and I must look like such a little baby girl sitting on the toilet totally naked, with my legs together, with short baby girl bangs and my hair in pigtails.
I look up and see grandmother staring at me waiting for me to respond. Oh man I cannot believe I wet myself, I guess if I have to pick between a diaper and a pull up, I would pick a pull up because only little baby's wear diapers. At least wearing pull-ups are like being potty trained. “Come on sweetie tell me which one you want to wear, we are in a rush.”
“Okay grandmother can I wear a pull-up, in case I have another accident?” I say to grandmother. I turn and hear the real Miley laughing hearing only me asking to wear a pull-up.
Miley is standing next to grandmother. “Oh is that so special the little baby asking to wear a pull-up in case SHE has another accident hehehe.”
“Oh Kelly stop teasing baby Miley she just had an accident.” I want to die hearing Miley teasing me but then hearing grandmother referring to me, as I am Miley is just crazy. “Now here try on this pull up for size after you finish going potty, or do you need me to help you sweetie?”
I am not a baby and I am not Miley I want to scream but see the real Miley smiling and I will get in trouble. “No grandmother I can put it on myself. I know I had an accident and wet my panties, I mean my underwear, but I am not a baby.”
Grandmother does not respond putting the pull-up on the sink counter and she closes the bathroom door. I cannot go potty and we are in a rush so I might as well get this over with. I get up off the toilet and take the pull-up from the sink counter and there is plastic panties under them. Of course there pink too. Man this is so messed up, I put the small pull-up on and see how tiny it is, I stare at the pink plastic panties not sure if I should put them on but I guess no one will see them under my clothes. I mean the diaper is pink anyway, or the pull-up is pink like there is a big difference. I slide the pink plastic panties up my legs and it fits unfortunately. “Hurry up sweetie; we are going to be late for his try-outs. I have your clothes ready when you get out of the bathroom.”
“Okay grandmother I am ready.” I walk out of the bathroom only wearing the pink plastic panties covering my pull-up. I walk out next to grandmother and stop; I see my reflection in the mirror.
Before I can say how girly I look wearing these panties I hear grandmother. “Sweetie let me fix your panties. You have to pull the plastic panties all the way around your diaper okay? Once your diaper is completely covered you don’t have to worry about your diaper leaking sweetie.” I feel grandmother pulling the plastic panties up more and totally covering the diaper. Hey, wait she keeps calling it a diaper but it is really a pull-up. I had better not correct her or she might get angry with me. I look over into the mirror again in my new girly room and oh my god this cannot get any worse the plastic panties have pitchers of little Barbie's all over them. “Oh you look so pretty in your plastic panties and your baby diaper hehehe.” The real Miley says walking into my room.
“Stop teasing me you big Meany.” I say sticking my tongue at the real Miley as she shakes her head giggling at me again. “Grandmother can I have my clothes you found so I don’t have to stand here half naked wearing these panties, and diaper, I mean pull-up?”
The real Miley looks at the clothes in grandmother’s hands and smiles at me. “Yes sweetie but I will help you since we are in such a rush now lift your arms over your head sweetie.” I lift my hands over my head so I do not stand here wearing the girly plastic panties and the pink diaper. Wait I am even thinking of myself wearing a diaper instead of the pull-up it really is. Oh, well at least no one will see them under my clothes. “Kelly carry the diaper bag for me please.” I watch grandmother hands the diaper bag to the real Miley referring to her as Kelly my name.
“Grandmother can you tell Kelly to get out while I am getting dressed?” What the heck, I just called the real Miley, Kelly. I am so messed up. I feel the tee shirt being pulled over my head. My small arms pop through the tiny puffy short sleeves. I look at the color and it is light pink or light red with large white circles all over it.
I open my mouth to complain about wearing such a girly pink tee shirt. “Now pull the hem down sweetie like this okay? I will put your socks and shoes on while you do that.” I feel grandmother take my hands and put my fingers on the bottom of the girly shirt to pull down. Grandmother quickly puts socks and shoes on me then grandmother stands up.
“Come on sweetie we are going to be late.” Grandmother takes my hand and we wall quickly out of my new bedroom and downstairs. We stop while grandmother takes her purse off the counter and puts it over her shoulder. I turn and see the reflection of all of us in the mirror that is almost from the floor to the ceiling. I see the real Miley start to smile from ear to ear when she notices that I just seen what I am wearing.
My mouth drops open seeing our reflection in the mirror with the real Miley carrying the diaper bag over her shoulder with me holding grandmothers hand with my hair in pigtails. I am not wearing a girly tee shirt like I thought. I am wearing a little girl's dress that is so short you can almost see my plastic panties. I have matching light pink ankle socks with the lace ruffles folded over and matching Mary Jane shoes. “Come on sweetie you look very pretty wearing that dress, you don’t have to stare at your pretty dress so much we have to go.”
Grandmother pulls me outside locking the front door, I feel myself start to pee my diaper when I realize I am wearing a dress and being outside now going to the baseball tryouts. “You know you look so pretty in that dress little sis, you should always wear dresses.” You remember saying that to me when mom asked how I looked wearing that dress for your baseball tryouts. I told you I would get you back LITTLE sissy hehehe.” The real Miley whispers to me so grandmother cannot hear us.
“Well that was very nice of you to say Kelly; I agree Miley looks very pretty in her dress and should always wear dresses. I noticed in your suitcase you only had pretty dresses and little skirts no pants at all so that will be easy to do for you little baby Miley. I want to cry feeling my diaper getting soaked.
The End of Part 2?
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Part 3
Mommy I don’t want to try out for baseball again!
By Princess Pantyboy
Me, Kelly, Kellie 9-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old little sister
Mommy 42-years-old looks 21-years-old
Grandmother 77-years-old acts like 100-years-old
All,
I added a few paragraph’s from Part 1 so my story would be easier to read. I hope you enjoy my story, I am sure I missed a few spelling an especially grammar so please forgive I am trying.
Hugs Princess
The real Miley looks at the clothes in grandmother’s hands and smiles at me. “Yes sweetie but I will help you get dressed since we are in such a rush, now lift your arms over your head sweetie.” I lift my hands over my head so I do not stand here wearing the girly plastic panties and the pink diaper. Wait I am even thinking of myself wearing a diaper instead of the pull-up it really is. Oh, well at least no one will see them under my clothes. “Kelly will you carry the diaper bag for me please?” I watch grandmother as she hands the diaper bag to the real Miley referring to her as Kelly, which is my name.
“Grandmother can you tell Kelly to get out of my room while I am getting dressed please?” What the heck, I just called the real Miley, Kelly. My life is so messed up. I feel the tee shirt being pulled over my head. My small arms pop through the tiny little puffy short sleeves. I look at the color and it is light pink or light red with large white circles all over it.
I open my mouth to complain about wearing such a girly pink tee shirt. “Now pull the hem down sweetie like this okay? I will put your socks and shoes on while you do that.” I feel grandmother take my hands and she puts my fingers on the bottom of the girly shirt to pull down. Grandmother quickly puts socks and shoes on my feet then grandmother stands up.
“Come on sweetie we are going to be late.” Grandmother takes my hand and we walk quickly out of my new bedroom and downstairs. We stop while grandmother takes her purse off the kitchen counter and puts it over her shoulder. I turn and see the reflection of all three of us in the mirror that is almost from the floor to the ceiling. I see the real Miley start to smile from ear to ear when she notices that I just seen what I am wearing.
My mouth drops open seeing our reflection in the mirror with the real Miley carrying the diaper bag over her shoulder with me holding grandmothers hand with my hair in pigtails. I am not wearing a girly tee shirt like the one I thought. I am wearing a little girl's dress that is so short you can almost see my plastic panties. I have matching light pink ankle socks with the lace ruffles folded over and matching Mary Jane shoes. “Come on sweetie you look very pretty wearing that dress, you don’t have to stare at your pretty dress so much we have to go.”
Grandmother pulls me outside locking the front door, I feel myself start to pee my diaper when I realize I am wearing a dress and am now outside and going to the baseball tryouts. “You know you look so pretty in that dress little sissy, you should always wear dresses.” You remember saying that to me when mom asked how I looked wearing that same dress for your baseball tryouts. I told you I would get you back LITTLE sissy brother hehehe.” The real Miley whispers to me so grandmother cannot hear us.
“Well that was very nice of you to say Kelly; I agree Miley does look very pretty in her dress and should always wear dresses. I noticed in your suitcase Miley you only had pretty dresses and little skirts no pants at all so that will be easy to do for you little baby girl. I want to cry feeling my diaper getting wet.
I want to cry so badly when I realize I now look like a girl, and a little girl at that. Oh my god how am I wearing a dress? Why is my long hair in pigtails with my bangs cut super short? Oh know and how am I wearing a diaper, and plastic panties. Oh, my god I wet my diaper what is happening to me, I feel like everything I do is somehow twisted into being super girlish. My life is so messed up, now we are outside, I feel a warm breeze blowing my short dress up in the air.
“Come on Miley hurry up, we are going to be late to baseball tryouts.” I hear grandmother saying to me loudly while she pulls me closer to mommy's mini-van. I notice my reflection again on the side of the van and there is no way anyone would ever think of me as anything but a little girl. I look closer and you can see the bottom of my pretty plastic pink panties peaking (say that 3-times fast hehehe) out from underneath my new dress, I mean the dress I am wearing that is my little sisters.
I rub my head trying to figure out how I got into this situation. I feel grandmother pick me up and strap me into Miley's car seat, not a booster seat a baby car seat. The side door of the mini-van is closed before I can even react to being placed in the baby car seat. The real Miley is staring at me from head to toe smiling at what I am wearing and where I now sit looking totally like a small toddler girl. If she only knew I have sank so low that I even peed in my diaper my life would be over. You look so pretty back there in your little pink girly car seat looking like the true sissy baby girl you really are.” The real Miley whispers to me.
Ten minutes later, we are pulling into a packed parking lot. This place must be ten times as big as the place I tried out for baseball. Looking out my window, I see a large sign that says Saint Luke’s baseball tryouts all welcome. You could land an airplane in this parking lot it is so big. All of a sudden, we stop and I notice we are in a parking spot and grandmother is taking me out of my car seat. “You are so light sweetie I will carry you until we get closer okay?”
“Grandmother I am not a baby I can walk by myself ya know?” I say, I turn and see Miley smiling from ear to ear staring at me for some reason. If I was a fly on the wall, or someone took a picture of me being held by grandmother they would see that my new dress is wrapped around me displaying my pink plastic panties, and bulging diaper for the whole world to see. My legs are straddling around grandmothers hips, with my arms around grandmother’s neck to keep me from falling.
I start to daydream about the ride over here, and how I did not complain at all. I did not say a word when she buckled me into the car seat, which of course up until today was the real Miley's. Now unfortunately it seems like I am the new owner of a pink Barbie baby car seat. Man why does everything that was bought for Miley have to be pink? Grandmother shuts my door and the real Miley of course jumps up to the front seat next to the driver, which of course used to be mine. I am not going to give in with this new role of mine being the little one and grandmother thinking I am the real Miley and making me wear this pretty dress. I mean it is a lot more comfortable in this heat but every time I feel the wind, it seems to go up my new dress and give me a tingly sensation in my pretty panties.
What the heck am I thinking? This is a dress not a pretty dress, boy's do not call their dresses pretty, what am I saying boy's don’t have any freaking dresses so why would they call them pretty. Oh, my god I am starting to think and act likes a girl. I had better get a grip before mommy gets back. Mommy is always teasing me about having long hair like a girl, and of course, baby Miley always had to put her two cents into it and tease me until I wanted to cry. Miley would then tease me more, and call me more of a sissy because I was now going to cry. I just cannot win.
I look up and get back to reality hearing grandmother telling the real Miley to listen to the coach and try his best. “Okay Kelly is it, why don’t you go over to second base and we will hit a few to ya okay?” The coach says to the real Miley. I cannot believe how much she looks like me even hiding her long pretty hair under her baseball cap. Wait her hair is not pretty, well it is but boy's don’t use the word pretty at all. Okay, mental note to myself watch what I say before I say it making sure it does not sound girly. “Nice catch Kelly.” I hear the coach yell out to the real Miley who is now throwing the ball back to the pitcher.
“Wow did you see that Miley that boy hit the ball to Kelly and somehow he was able to catch it. The ball was hit so hard I didn’t think Kelly would catch it, did you think your big brother would catch the ball?” I want to tell grandmother to shut up but that would be to disrespectful, and I am sure I would get a spanking.
I look up to grandmother who is staring at me while I am twisting my long hair around my finger as I was daydreaming. “Umm I guess I did see him catch it grandmother, I wasn’t paying attention. I really don’t like baseball, are we going to be here for long?” Grandmother shakes her head at me but with a big smile as she tugs playfully on one of my pigtails. “Hey grandmother don’t pull my hair you will mess it up.”
“Oh I am sorry did I mess up the little princess’s hair? I guess I should of let you bring your Barbie's with you so you could play with them while your big brother try’s out for the team.” I look at grandmother like she is out of her mind but, if you really think about it that is how she would be treating the real Miley, I need to start to stand up for myself. If nothing else I need to tell her she is out of her mind; thinking I am Miley. I had better think of a better way of telling her she is wrong. If I tell her she is out of her mind, grandmother would take it wrong. I guess it is massively disrespectful. The way my day is going I would probably get a spankings.
I start watching the try-outs and it looks like the real Miley is doing pretty good. Miley is fielding the ball really well and she can throw the baseball fast, I mean like superman fast. Miley also can aim really well, meaning whomever she aims to throw the ball to gets it. “Okay Kelly let's see how good you do at bat okay?” We watch the real Miley pulling her baseball met off and runs as fast as she can to the batter’s box. “Slow down we are in no rush Kelly okay?” The coach says to her.
“Okay coach, I guess I am a little bit nervous and super excited. I love baseball but there is no one at home to practice with.” We hear the real Miley saying when she runs up to the coach and grabs the first bat she sees and does a couple practice swings.
The coach smiles and raises his hand at the pitcher to start. The first pitch is over her head and the next is close, but still nowhere near the plate. I smile actually hoping the real Miley hits the ball. We watch as she leans in and hits it to the outfield. “That was a good hit Kelly but wait for a good pitch you like, the pitch you hit was way out of the box.”
“I am sorry coach I was getting tired of waiting for a good pitch.” We hear the real Miley saying to the coach.
“Did you see that one Miley your big brother hit one?” I look over at grandmother smiling with her eyes glued to the field like she wasn’t even blinking.
I start to get excited for the real Miley and hope she does better than I did. What am I thinking she already has done much better than I have? I hope she does not tease me about her being better than I am at baseball. On the other hand, if she gets on the team she will be gone a bunch and hopefully she will be gone, hopefully picking on someone else. “Yea grandmother I seen her hit that one was good I hope he makes the team.” I say and I smile at grandmother when she looks over at me saying something nice to the real Kelly.
“Well that was very nice of you to say.” I smile back at grandmother. The real reason I hope he makes the team is so he will not be around to tease me and make me cry. Wait did I just think of the real Miley as a HE, I sure hope not. I continue to twist my long hair around my finger as we watch.
A couple more pitches are nowhere near Kelly. “Umm are you getting tired there Steve?” we turn hearing the coach yelling out to the pitchers who’s name must be Steve.
“No sir I am just trying to get the ball closer to the plate.” The pitcher says and stands back on the pitcher’s mound.
The coach is scratching his head now but still watching. “BANG” we hear and the ball is going, going and it is gone over the fence. “Wow that was a great hit hit almost went into the parking lot.” Grandmother and I are jumping up and down in excitement. “Okay hold up Steve take a break.” The Steve guy walks up to the coach and hands him the ball.
“Sorry coach, when I try to throw the ball hard I can't get it to close to the plate. The pitch he hit over the fence was a slower pitch but it was an awesome hit sir.”
The coach takes the ball from him. “Yes it was a great hit but you are the pitcher and you’re supposed to throw the ball so the other team doesn’t hit the ball out of the park like Kelly just did. I also am getting tired of telling you Steve you need to call me coach no matter that you are my step son or not okay?”
“Umm yes sir, I mean yes um coach.” The coach starts to shake his head and then he looks down at me.”
Miley looks up at the coach like he is in trouble. “Okay Kelly you said you have no one to practice playing baseball with, so I am guessing you never tried to pitch, would that be correct?”
“Yes coach that is true I don’t have anyone to practice with and never tried to pitch to anyone, I do have a strong arm though.”
The coach smiles. “Yes I think we all seen the way you fielded the ball, I would say you have a very strong arm. How would you like to throw a couple pitches, just don’t throw them very hard I want to see how your control is okay?”
“Okay coach I can try if you want me too.” We watch the real Miley run up to the pitcher’s mound. I mean she looks kind of scared, I mean she looks really, really, scared. I watch as she throws the ball to the catcher with no one at bat. To me it looks like she is throwing the ball pretty fast but we heard the coach say not to throw the ball fast just throw it slow so they can see what kind of control he has.
I am watching and the real Miley is throwing and throwing and all the pitches look good to me but what do I know. “Kelly is doing a good job; don’t you think he is doing great Miley?” I play with my long hair nervously. “You are such a girly girl, you play with your hair all the time Miley. Didn’t you hear me about what you think about your big brother is doing great out there.”
“Umm yea he is grandmother.” Opps I just referred to the real Miley as a ‘HE’. I need to start being more careful referring to the real Kelly as a boy, but she sure is playing baseball like the other boy's if not playing better than they are.
We watch the coach looking at his notebook. “Okay Kelly that’s great I told you to pitch softly you don’t need to pitch so fast okay?” The coach says to the real Miley but he is still smiling at her not yelling like he is upset.
“Umm coach I am pitching softly, do you want me to throw it hard so you see the difference?’ the real Miley says.
The coach looks surprised by the real Miley's comments. “Okay Kelly throw it harder but still maintain control and throw it into the catchers met.” I watch the real Miley whined up like they do on TV baseball, and “POP” is the sound you hear when the ball hits the catchers met. “POP another than more wow she is strong seeing how fast she is throwing.
“That was great now try it with someone at bat. Hey Steve get you helmet on and see if you can hit a few son.” We watch as the old pitcher Steve gets his gear on and runs out to the plate to be the next batter.
The new batter swings the bat a couple times then steps in the batter’s box. Miley whines up and “POP”, that was loud hearing the ball hit the catchers met. A swing and a miss. “POP” another swing and a miss and “POP” three strikes or three swings and you are out. “Wow dad I mean coach I could barely see the ball Kelly throw it was so fast.”
“Okay that’s great Kelly I think we are done for now.” Grandmother and I watch the real Miley and she is talking to the coach, her face totally lights up and she jumps up and down in excitement. While she was jumping up and down her baseball cap falls off her head, all her long hair hangs down her back in a long braided ponytail.
The real Miley sees what happen, stops jumping, and looks like she is going to cry. The coach sees her very long hair and starts walking away from the dugout, all the other boys are already with their family’s and leaving the park. They both walk away so we cannot hear the conversation. Grandmother and I just look at each other wondering what is going on.
“Umm Kelly I don’t know how to say this too you but. Umm we can really use you on the team especially with that strong arm of yours but this is St. Mary's school league and they have a lot of grooming rules for you boy's then the public schools. I know it is not very fair but they are very strict about boys with long hair. Even the girls have to wear there school uniforms for all school activities. See them over there wearing the short plaid skirts the one with blonde hair and pigtails is my daughter Karen.” The coach puts his arm around Kelly, I mean the real Miley, and they continue to walk away from the crowds.
“I am sorry but you will need to trim your hair up. Your hair looks very umm nice, but a smaller or shorter ponytail would be more appropriate not hanging all the way down your back like the girl's over there have. I would talk to your mom and dad okay. We will be having practice tomorrow at 1300 that is 1pm in military time, Oh hi Karen.” The coach looks away, smiles at someone else.
The real Miley turns around and sees a pretty blonde girl wearing a schoolgirl’s uniform. The girl is looking at the real Miley up and down smiling for some reason. “Umm daddy will we be leaving soon?” The pretty girl says to the coach. I see the girl now staring at Miley smiling, she turns a little to the left then to the right smiling at Miley while her feet aren’t moving just like she is twisting back and forth smiling, waiting for Miley to say something.
“Umm sorry sweetie, oh this is Kelly by the way he was trying out for the team and he is going to be our new pitcher, I mean he might be our new pitcher. He will need to get permission from his parents. Kelly this is my daughter Karen.”
I see the girl all smiling. “Umm, oh hi Karen its, umm a pleasure to meet you.” Grandmother and I can see that Kelly is very nervous probably from talking to the pretty girl.
“Hi Kelly I don’t want to sound cruel but I thought you were a girl from behind seeing your long pretty braided ponytail. Up close I can see you are all boy, I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.”
Grandmother and I watch wondering what they are saying. “Stand up sweetie looks like we are the only ones left here might as well go down there and pick up your big brother. From here the way that pretty girl is talking to him he may have a new girlfriend.” The thought of the real Miley having a pretty girl think she is a boy starts to make me giggle uncontrollably.
“HEHEHE that is so funny grandmother HEHEHE.” I say cracking myself up but I cannot tell grandmother I am sure I would be the one in trouble like usual.
Grandmother takes my hand shaking her head after hearing my comment. We start walking down the bleachers. “Don’t tell Kelly but from here it looks like he is a girl and there is two girl's talking with his hair hanging down in that long braided ponytail.” Grandmother says, and she makes me smile.
“HEHEHEH yea dah there is two girl's out there with ponytails grandmother. Kelly is more of a girl than me; I mean she is a girl.” I say not believing I called the real Miley my name again. I have to admit with her ponytail under her baseball hat she does look like a boy but I will never tell her that she will hurt me.
I feel grandmother smack my bottom through my dress and diaper. “We are going to walk over to your big brother. Enough of teasing Kelly you say that again, I will put you over my lap lift your pretty dress pull your diaper down and spank your little bottom sweetie. Do you understand me little girl?” I hear grandmother’s comments and I want to cry. “Do you hear me little girl? Will you be a good little girl?”
Yes grandmother I will be a good girl.” I sniffle making me appear to be more like a little toddler, while I twist my fingers through one of my pigtails. Oh, I cannot believe I said I would be a good girl my life sucks so badly I need to get a grip and not cry like the little toddler I look like. I hold onto the hem of my dress because the wind keeps blowing the bottom of my dress high into the air and if I do not hold the dress down everyone will see my panties.
(Back to the real Miley, the coach and his daughter Karen’s conversation that grandmother and the real Kelly can't hear.”)
“Hi Kelly I don’t want to sound cruel but I thought you were a girl from behind seeing your long pretty braided ponytail. Up close I can see you are all boy, I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.”
The real Miley lifts her hand touching her long braided ponytail that almost touches her bottom. “Umm yea Karen I used to think it was, umm cool to have long hair like the umm rock stars, I think I have out grown that and really don’t like my long hair anymore.” Karen smiles at the real Miley while she is playing with one of her ponytails.
“Okay you two I guess we will be going I hope to see you tomorrow Kelly if not I understand.” Miley turns hearing the coach saying something but we cannot hear them.
Grandmother and I get closer as we see the coach waving to us and start walking away. “It was great meeting you Kelly I hope to see you around, bye.” Karen says while she is smiling from ear to ear and we are close enough to hear the girl's comments.
“Yea I hope to see you too Karen, bye.” We hear the real Miley saying as she turns seeing us and she walks over. “I made the team, and the coach wants me to be there starting pitcher too. I am so excited.”
We are all three walking back towards the car. “You did super great Kelly we knew you would make the team while we were watching how good you were playing right Miley?” Grandmother says squeezing the hand of mine, she is holding waiting for me to respond.
“Yes, owe grandmother you squeezed my hand to hard. You did a great job Kelly I mean; umm well you did really great.” I can see when I called her my name by accident she started smiling with even a bigger smile.
I feel her play with my other pigtail as we walk but I ignore her. “What was your coach saying looked like you were going to cry from where we were sitting Kelly?” Miley holds my other hand with me now in the middle. I can feel my dress being blown up in the air; I cannot hold it down since grandmother and the real Miley are each holding on to one of my hands. The whole world can now see my pink plastic panties.
“Well grandma the coach said the school has a lot of rules about long hair for boys and I need to get my haircut if I want to be on the team.” The real Miley's says.
Grandmother looks over at the other boy's on the team that are getting into their cars in the parking lot. “Yes I did see you had the longest hair of any of the boy's on the team. I seen a few boy's with smaller ponytails, and other's with hair covering their ears touching their shoulders which must be okay because they already had there baseball uniforms on already.”
“Yes grandma so I need to get my hair trimmed up a bit okay? We have practice tomorrow at 1pm if I get it trimmed by then.”
I laugh to myself but it is weird that the real Miley does not care about getting her long hair trimmed. I see my reflection in someone else’s van and with my hands being held by grandmother and the real Miley it looks like my dress is blown up so high all you see is all of my plastic panties with the diaper bulging. Looks more like I am wearing pink plastic panties and a tee shirt.
“Well Kelly I will have to call your mother and ask her that is more of a decision that she has to make okay?” We arrive at mommy's mini-van and she hits the button, and the slider opens up. I feel grandmother lift me up and put me back in the pink baby’s car seat. Before I can complain, I am buckled up and the door is closing. Grandmother and Miley sit up front, I see grandmother pulling her cell phone out making a call.
The phone is ringing and all of a sudden, the car speakers start to display the ringing sound from grandmother’s phone. “Oh I guess your mom’s car has Bluetooth because my phone is now linked.”
“Yes mom’s van is super modern all you have to do is talk you don’t even need to hold the phone grandma.” The real Miley says as she turns around up front and sees me playing with one of my pigtails. “You look so pretty in your dress Miley. Did you see me out there playing baseball I had so much fun.”
Before I can respond which I was thinking about ignoring the real Miley's comment about how pretty my new dress is I am wearing mom picks up the phone. “Hello, hello can you hear me mom?”
“Yes Christina, we are just leaving baseball try-outs for Kelly. I have you on speakerphone or whatever it is called with your voice coming out of the speakers. Kids say hi to your mom.”
We both say hi and the same time but for some reason I said hi mommy and the real Miley just said hi mom. “”Hi, kids I hope you are being good for your grandma. I can't talk for long but how did Kelly do at his try-outs did he make the team this time?”
“Yes he did you would be very proud of him. The coach even wants him to be the new starting pitcher on the team.”
There is a silence and it is like mom is crying. “Are you alright honey? Can you hear me?” We hear grandmother saying.
“Oh yes I am just so happy that he made the team, I am so proud of you Kelly I knew you could do it if you tried hard enough. Well thank you for calling and giving me this great news, but I need to cut this call short.”
Grandmother is smiling at Kelly, the real Miley is smiling, and I want to cry that mommy is so proud of the real Miley for making the team but she thinks it is me that made the team. “Before you go Christina the coach said the boys can't have really long hair like Kelly's and he needs to get it cut if he wants to be on the team. Many of the boys have their hair over their ears and some even have smaller ponytails but none is allowed to have their hair as long as Kelly’s does. Is it alright if I take him to get his haircut and maybe even-up Miley's bangs a bit?”
“Oh yes I have been trying to get Kelly to cut that hair for a very long time. He can have his haircut anyway, he likes. I am so proud of him and yes Miley’s bangs can get trimmed but nothing off the length okay mom?” We hear our mom saying. “But I have to go I miss you all and love you all very much bye.”
I hear the real Miley saying bye mom, and I respond saying bye mommy we miss you. Man I really need to stop calling her mommy so much. “Okay kids looks like we are going to the mall.”
The last thing I want is to have my bangs cut anymore I cannot believe how girly they look already. The mall is right down the street and we are pulling into the parking lot. We all get out of the van and grandmother picks me up and holds me with each one of my legs on the front and back of her. I am just like leaning against her hip like I was a toddler.
“Okay I think I am going to get my nails done while you both get your hair trimmed.” We hear grandmother saying.
I look into grandmother’s eyes as we walk into the hair salon waiting at the counter. “Grandmother I don’t want my bangs trimmed again they are short enough.”
“Well sweetie they are un-even and they are just going to even them up and if you’re a good girl maybe you will get a surprise how does that sound?” I guess my hair is already looking so girly, I guess it cannot look any worse.
I continue to twist my fingers around my one pigtail relaxing now that I will get a surprise. “Okay I guess grandmother.”
“Grandma, Mom said I can get my hair cut any way I want right?” I turn see the real Miley asking grandmother.
We all turn and see the pretty hair stylist standing at the counter. “Yes Kelly you can get your haircut anyway you want is what your mom said.” Grandmother turns to the pretty hairstylists.” Yes Kelly here is overdue for a long needed haircut and his mom said he can have his haircut anyway he wants and little Miley here just needs her bangs evened out, and I was thinking of while I wait if you had anyone that could do my nails would be so great.”
“Great my name is Candy, and we can for sure help you. Wow that sounds so special all three of you will be getting some neat attention. Okay can you all follow me?” We start following her and then we stop. “Hi Alice this here is Kelly and his mom said he is way over due for a haircut and he can have his haircut anyway he wants okay?”
We turn and see the pretty red head staring at the real Miley. “Sounds good looks like you are way over due for a haircut young man. How about you jump up here.” The pretty red head says pointing to the hairstylist chair.
“Okay little one let me pick you up.” I feel her pick me up and she puts a booster seat on her hairstylist chair then sits me down in it. “Okay you be a good little girl while I bring your grandmother over to the nail stylist.”
Grandmother looks at me. “Miley don’t you move and I will tell Candy here to give you a pretty surprise okay sweetie? So you will be a good girl right?”
“Yes grandmother I will be a good girl.” I say then see grandmother walking away. I turn seeing the real Miley smiling at me.
I want to tell her to bug off. The hairstylist puts a blue smock around the real Miley, and it cover her completely except her head sticks out. “Yes you be a good girl little Miley hahaha.” I hear the real Miley says to me.
“Okay sweeties don’t move.” I hear Candy saying to me, I look and see she is back behind me now. I relax until I see the pink smock put around me and leaves my naked legs and baby girl socks and shoes in full view. I cannot get a break nothing ever helps cover up my girly looking clothes. “Your grandmother told me what your surprise will be if you are a good girl okay?”
I feel so embarrassed being called a girl so many times but I am wearing a dress so no sense complaining since I am dressed like a girl. “I am just going to wet your hair a little bit sweetie.” I hear candy saying so I relax and see the real Miley talking to her hairstylist as she un-does her braided ponytail.
“Okay sweetie I am going to un-due your pretty pigtails but don’t worry I will make them look pretty when we are done little one okay?” I hear Candy saying to me. I look over at the real Miley and her long hair goes almost to her bottom is now out of the braided ponytail and Alice her hairstylist is brushing it down behind her.
I feel Candy un-doing both my pigtails I look in the mirror and see my hair looks so girly not even in pigtails. I need to get a hold of how everyone is treating me. I sure wish I could of told them to stop dressing me like a girl. I also wish I went potty before we came into this hair salon; I needed to go potty back at the baseball field. I just keep my legs together that will help.
“Okay so how do you want your haircut Kelly?” I hear the real Miley's hairstylist saying to her. I cannot hear what Miley is saying because her hairstylist is on the other side of her and Miley's back is to me even though our hairstylist chairs are right next to each other. “Are you sure Kelly I know it’s up to you?”
I feel Candy using a comb now in my hair standing in front of me. “Open your legs sweetie so I can lean closer to you.” What no way I need to go potty so bad. I feel her legs moving my knees apart, I feel a little pee squirting, but I stop the pee only letting a few drops of pee going into my diaper I hope. The last thing I need it to have a diaper soaked like I was a real baby.
“SNIP, SNIP.” I hear the scissors opening and closing in front of my eyes. I see only very short pieces of hair falling on the pink smock, which is a good sign. I still cannot see what my hair looks like because she is in front of me. “Almost done little one try not to move.”
I turned my head when I heard a buzzing sound coming from the real Miley. I look and see the real Miley's hairstylist holding on to clippers. Miley is staring straight ahead smiling until she seen me staring at her as she turns smiling from ear to ear as we look into each other's eyes.
“Buzz is the sound I hear as it gets lower from the clippers being held against Miley's long hair. I watch as long pieces of hair over two feet long falling onto her smock. Her hairstylist just keeps buzzing and cutting more and more of her hair as I sit in shock.
Oh, my god I stare not being able to move or even blink my eyes watching. “Okay Kelly ready for your surprise?” I do not respond as I stare into Miley's eyes while her long pretty hair drops to the smock then to the floor. “SNAP SNAP” what was that? I still stare at Miley watching her long hair falling. My hairstylist moves over to the other side of me, and “SNAP SNAP”. I see Miley's face even smiling bigger while she stares at me. I ignore the sound and stare while Miley's hair stylist moves to her other side while I watch large clumps and clumps of long hair falling down her shoulders and into a large pile of hair on the floor.
I watch in total shock, the hairstylist pulls the clippers up, and down the back of her head cutting her hair down to the skin then doing the same on both side of her head. Only leaving a little bit of hair about an inch long on the top of her head. A few seconds later, I hear the clippers shutting off. I stare at my little sister Miley's new hairstyle; she now has a crew cut.
“WOW that feels so great now.” I hear Miley saying while she runs her hands over her head. Miley's hair stylist starts pulling her smock off and starts sweeping up the large piles of hair that used to be my little sister long pretty hair.
I am in total shock, I hear Miley. I look down and notice that my nails have been painted a bright pink, my shoes and socks are off. I look down seeing the top of my stylist head and she is painting my toes the matching color.
“Oh my god.” I look up into my reflection in the mirror and notice I now have two earrings in each ear, one set is a baby pink colored stone and the other is bright pink gem. I can feel tears running down my face not realizing I have been soaking my diaper watching my little baby sister get all her hair buzzed off and now she is the proud owner of a crew cut hairstyle. I guess I was wrong my life could get worse.
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Mommy I don’t want to try out for baseball again! Part 4
By Princess Pantyboy
Me, Kelly, Kellie 9-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old little sister
Mommy 42-years-old looks 21-years-old
Grandmother/Elizabeth(Liz)Wilmington 77-years-old acts like 100-years-old
Alice Goodyear/ Sister Alice Principle of St. Mary’s school
Samantha(Sam) 5-year old girl
All,
I have added a few new characters to my story, I have a brief description of them above. I added a few paragraphs from Part 3 so my story would be easier to read. I hope you enjoy my story, I am sure I missed a few spelling an especially grammar so please forgive I am trying.
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“Okay so how do you want your haircut Kelly?” I hear the real Miley's hairstylist saying to her. I cannot hear what Miley is saying because her hairstylist is on the other side of her and Miley's back is to me even though our hairstylist chairs are right next to each other. “Are you sure Kelly, I know it’s up to you?”
I feel Candy using a comb now in my hair standing in front of me. “Open your legs sweetie so I can lean in closer to you.” What no way I need to go potty so bad. I feel her legs moving my knees apart, I feel a little pee squirting, but I stop the pee only letting a few drops of pee going into my diaper I hope. The last thing I need it to have a diaper soaked like I was a real baby.
“SNIP, SNIP.” I hear the scissors opening and closing in front of my eyes. I see only very short pieces of hair falling on the pink smock, which is a good sign. I still cannot see what my hair looks like because she is in front of me. “Almost done little one try not to move.”
I turned my head when I heard a buzzing sound coming from the real Miley. I look and see the real Miley's hairstylist holding on to clippers. Miley is staring straight ahead smiling until she seen me staring at her, she turns smiling from ear to ear as we look into each other's eyes.
“Buzz is the sound I hear as it gets lower from the clippers being held against Miley's long hair. I watch as long pieces of hair over two feet long falling onto her smock. Her hairstylist just keeps buzzing and cutting more and more of her hair as I sit in shock.
Oh, my god I stare not being able to move or even blink my eyes watching. “Okay Kelly ready for your surprise?” I do not respond; I stare into Miley's eyes while her long pretty hair drops into the smock then to the floor. “SNAP, SNAP” what was that? I still stare at Miley watching her long hair falling. My hairstylist moves over to the other side of me, and “SNAP, SNAP”. I see Miley's face even smiling bigger while she stares at me. I ignore the sound and stare while Miley's hair stylist moves to her other side, I watch large clumps and clumps of long hair falling down her shoulders and into a large pile of hair on the floor.
I watch in total shock, the hairstylist pulls the clippers up, and down the back of her head cutting her hair down to the skin then doing the same on both side of her head. Only leaving a little bit of hair about an inch long on the top of her head. A few seconds later, I hear the clippers shutting off. I stare at my little sister Miley's new hairstyle; she now has a crew cut.
“WOW that feels so great now.” I hear Miley saying while she runs her hands over her head. Miley's hair stylist starts pulling her smock off and starts sweeping up the large piles of hair that used to be my little sister long pretty hair.
I am in total shock, I hear Miley. I look down and notice that my nails have been painted a bright pink color, my shoes and socks are off. I look down seeing the top of my stylist head and she is painting my toes the matching color.
“Oh my god.” I look up into my reflection in the mirror and notice I now have two earrings in each ear, one set is a baby pink colored stone and the other is bright pink gem. I can feel tears running down my face not realizing I have been soaking my diaper while I was watching my little baby sister get all her hair buzzed off. Now she is the proud owner of a crew cut hairstyle. I guess I was wrong my life could get worse.
Candy removes my smock that is around my neck and shakes the little bit of hair that was on it to the floor. “Okay sweetie pie here we go.” I feel Candy picking me up and putting me on the floor next to the real Miley’s hairstylist chair. There ya go sweetie all done your new earrings look very pretty on you and I could not stop myself from painting your nails to match your pretty new earrings.”
“Oh yes your earrings do look so pretty on you Miley. I love how you now have matching pink finger nail polish on too hehehe.” I turn seeing the real Miley with all her hair buzzed off.
I ignore her but she looks taller than me for some reason. “Wow why did you do that to your long pretty hair Kelly, I mean Miley?” I stare at her having a boy’s crew cut now and I just shake my head. “Mommy is going to be so pissed at you when she finds out that you had all your pretty hair shaved off.”
“Yea well you my little sissy brother who has his hair in pigtails with now baby girl bangs hehehe.” The real Miley giggles at me. “Oh and we can’t forget your pretty pink earring all four of them two in each ear like only girls have. Speaking of what only girls have you are wear my old toddler dress and pink pull-up which looks like you went pee in because they are sagging. Hehehe.”
The real Miley continues to giggle teasing me. “Oh you won’t be saying anything to anybody about my hair because if you do I will tell all your friends about you being a little sissy and who enjoys wearing dresses and diapers hehehe.” I hear Miley and I am so screwed. “Oh and before I forget I have been watching you and you look like you have been trying to tell grandma that I am a girl and that you are a boy, well forget it little sissy brother. You had better get used to wearing dresses or I will tell everyone that you’re a little sissy boy hehehe.”
“Well I don’t care you can't force me to wear your dresses.” I feel the real Miley pulling my arm up by the waiting room away from everyone. “Hey what are you doing Miley?”
We stop up in the waiting area and the real Miley pulls my arm hard. “You will listen to me you little sissy and that is that.” I feel Miley pulling my arm behind my back, my arm starts to hurt more and more. “You will be the girl in this family from now on, and I am the boy and that is it that, you got it sissy boy?” I don’t answer because Miley knows that our word is our bond and I rather her break my arm then give in. Miley pulls my arm slower harder and harder I can feel sweat dripping down my face.
“No, no stop it please I will be good, I promise Kelly stop hurting me.” I say aloud “Okay you win Miley I mean Kelly.”
Some old lady holding on to a little girl’s hand comes over and sees me crying. “Hey their young man why are you hurting that little girl? Don’t you think you are a little old to be picking on your little sister like that. I mean look how small and tiny she is, you apologize right this second.”
“I am sorry little baby sister; I didn’t mean to hurt you. I guess I don’t know my own strength.” I stare at the real Miley and if I didn’t know any better I would say he, I mean she is being truthful. Or he is a really good actor.
I just stare at him. “What is going on over here? Did you hurt you little sister Kelly?” We both hear grandmother saying while she is walking up to us.
“Yes grandma I did, and I just apologized to Miley telling her I was sorry and I didn’t know my own strength.” Grandmother doesn’t look happy hearing that Kelly or the real Miley was hurting me.
I rub my arm from the pain. “It’s okay Kelly just be careful but I will probably live hehehe.” I say because the real Miley did look sincere.
“Your grandson seemed to get carried away but he did apologize to the little one just before you came up. My name is Alice, Ms. Alice Goodyear, it is a pleasure meeting you ma’am, oh sorry dear and this is little Samantha.” I watch as the little girl holding onto the lady was pulling her arm.
Grandmother looks up at her hearing that name. “I am Elizabeth Wilmington the pleasure is all mine; I am sorry my grandchildren were getting out of hand. Kelly here just tried out for the baseball team and he is going to be the new pitcher and we were just going to dairy queen and celebrate. I guess he was a little too excited.”
“Oh it is no problem at all. Do they go to St. Mary’s school they seem to have very good manners like the students their?”
Grandmother takes my hand. “No they do not, I have heard it is a wonderful school. St. Mary’s is supposed to be a very hard school to get into also. Their mother is out of town and I am watching the children while she is away Ms. Goodyear.”
“Call me Alice please. Well school starts next week and here is my card. I am the principal of St. Mary’s and if these two are still here we can have them enrolled at my school if you like. Especially since your grandson is going to be our new baseball pitcher, I hope they will be sticking around.” I am in shock and the real Miley looks at me smiling.
Grandmother is smiling, she reaches out taking the card. “Well thank you very much Alice and you can call me Liz. Would you like to join us at Dairy Queen Alice?”
“You know we used to go there all the time and seems like since all my family moved away I don’t go their much. So yes, we would love to join the three of you celebrate. How about you little one? You want to go to Dairy Queen Samantha?”
Of course, the little girl looks excited smiling at me for some reason. “Yes I would love to go to Dairy Queen?” The little girl says smiling at me. “What is your name, my name is Samantha but everyone calls me Sam for short?” She must think I am slow, I heard the old lady tell us her name.
“I am umm Miley and this is my brother Kelly.” Oh, my god I said that so easily like I have been saying that forever. I play with one of my pigtails nervously. I look at the little girl closer she really isn’t a little girl she is actually taller than me.
I look away trying to stop the conversation as we are walking out of the hair salon with grandmother holding my hand. “Ms. Wilmington can I hold little Mileys hand please?”
“I don’t have a problem with that as long as Miley and her grandmother don’t mind.” That was weird she called her grandmother Ms. Wilmington instead of grandmother.
Grandmother also must have noticed the comment because I can see a weird look on her face. “I am fine with that. So not to be nosey but you let your granddaughter call you by your first name Alice?” I feel Samantha come next to me holding my hand like she is my big sister.
“Oh I am sorry Samantha lives next door to me; I am babysitting her; she is not my granddaughter. I am Mother Superior or Sister Alice. I usually wear the normal habit over my hair but when we sisters aren’t in church or school we can wear normal civilian clothes. “Her dad is the main coach on your baseball team Kelly. Samantha doesn’t like sports especially baseball so I said I would take her with me and we would spend the day together.”
Wow this is definitely a small world. What are the chances that we would meet the baseball coaches daughter and her babysitter? “Well what do you think of that Miley?” Grandmother looks at me while we all walk down the street on the sidewalk to Dairy Queen. “Little Samantha doesn’t like baseball just like you were saying during your big brothers try-outs. Maybe the two of you can hangout during your brothers practices and games since you both don’t like baseball?”
“Oh that would be so great Miley you could come over my house and we could play Barbie’s all day and then Ms. Wilmington can babysit us both, doesn’t that’s sound fun?” How do I say that would really suck to have to play Barbie’s with another girl all day? Wait did I just refer to myself again as another girl meaning I am a girl too? Oh, my god I am so messed up.
How do I say she is out of her mind but say it nicely so I don’t get in trouble and don’t get a spanking? “Umm yea I guess, umm.”
“Oh don’t say you aren’t excited Miley you are always bugging me to play Barbie's with you but I am the boy in the family and only little girls like you and Samantha like to play Barbie's all day every day.” The real Miley says, while she smiles from ear to ear.
I want to scream but then the real Miley will pick on me more and twist my arm behind my back and make me cry again. Plus, if she tells everyone I have been wearing panties and diapers not to mention I have been wear girls clothes since we got here. We walk past a large window and I see our reflection how can I say anything I am wearing a little toddlers dress.
“We can have so much fun too little Miley; we have a really big in the ground pool where we can go swimming when we aren’t playing Barbie's.” Oh, my god I wish the ground would just swallow me up and make this pain of embarrassment all go away.
I guess I should be happy this isn’t happening to me at home than I would have to hide from all the kids I know from school and our neighborhood. Well it’s not like I have a lot of friend since 99.9% of them didn’t want to be seen with me or even hangout because I am so small and they always teased me about being a tomboy whatever that means. Oh, yea that’s right a tomboy is a girl that acts like a boy.
“Here we are children, looks like it's pretty crowded but I see a large table over there. Girls why don’t you run over there and hold our spots while we get in line to order. What kind of ice-cream do you two girls want before you go?”
I look over at Samantha and she looks at me then we both look at grandmother and Ms. Goodyear. “Vanilla with sprinkles.” All of us look at each other because we both said the same thing at the very same time. Samantha starts to giggle, then I start to giggle too like we are two little girls.
“I don’t know about those two, they are like two peas in a pot. Both of them seem to like the same things and say the same things at the same time. I think the two of them would be just as happy playing with Barbie's day and night. Look over at the table, Miley is playing with one of her pigtails and Samantha is twisting her own hair around her finger as she talks.” Grandmother says to Ms. Goodyear.
I look over behind them and see the real Miley smiling from ear to ear for some reason. I wonder what grandmother is talking about? Whatever it is, it sure is making the real Miley smile, which means it is bad for me.
“Grandma, can I ask you a question?” The real Miley says while waiting in line to order the ice-cream’s. I am watching the real Miley starting to talk to grandmother. “Grandma does it look like baby Miley wet her diaper? Sure, looks like it is sagging down underneath her dress?” Maybe grandmother and the real Miley see me staring at them talking, while I am standing up on the booth cushion’s. Samantha and I are holding this booth for when our ice-creams get here.
Grandmother is shaking her head staring at me. Oh, I wonder what I did this time? I wonder if the real Miley is setting me up to get in trouble again. Oh, well whatever she does there isn’t much I can do about it, no sense in worrying about something I can't control. “Miley I really like that dress you are wearing, where did you get in from?” Samantha asks me.
“Oh umm, well my mommy bought this dress like all my clothes I have. I have no idea where she was shopping.” I look over at Samantha smiling at me like I am supposed to say something, maybe I’m supposed to make a comment on her dress. “Umm your dress is umm very pretty too Samantha, where did you get it, I'm sure your mommy got yours too?”
I watch as Samantha’s face starts to smile, I guess that is what she wanted, like I really care where she got her pretty dress from. I mean it is a pretty dress but boys don’t say pretty so I better watch what I am saying. I am wearing a pretty dress too so maybe it doesn’t count calling stuff pretty when I'm dressed like a girl.
“Yes my mommy bought me my pretty dress, but we went to the mall and I picked it out at the dance store. I also was able to get this pretty pink leotard and matching tights too.” All of a sudden she stands next to me on the cushions and lifts her dress up to her head, I see she is wearing a pink leotard, and tights as she flashes everyone in Dairy Queen what she is wearing under her pretty dress, I mean under her dress.
I'm in shock not knowing what to say with Samantha pulling her dress up almost over her head. “Oh umm I didn’t know they had pretty clothes at a dance store especially in the mall.” I try to say something so she will pull her dress back down.
I am in shock seeing her dress pulled up over her head, the whole place is seeing a little girl showing everyone in Dairy Queen what she is wearing under her dress. “Hi girl’s what ya doing?” Grandmother says looking at me than at Samantha, her and Ms. Goodyear or Sister Alice stare at us holding our ice-creams. The real Miley is smiling seeing me looking towards grandmother when she made a comment referring to me as one of the girl’s.
Samantha and I are still standing on the booth cushions, Samantha still has her dress pulled up almost over her head. “Samantha why do you have your dress pulled up over your head little one? You know everyone can see what you are wearing under your pretty dress.” We hear Ms. Alice saying.
“I was just showing Miley she said she thought my dress was pretty and asked about where I bought it from. I was telling her my mommy bought it for me for dance class. I told her my mommy took me shopping at the dance store in the mall, and she was asking what other pretty stuff they have there. I was showing her my pretty leotard and tights too.”
Grandmother looks at me smiling. “I guess Miley really is a girly girl her mother told me last year she was out growing that stage and becoming a full-time tomboy. I guess she is mistaken about her little baby Miley. She is definitely a girly girl don’t ya think Alice?”
“Oh yes I can see little Samantha and Miley are doing all the fun things little girly girls do for sure. Ya know it is good having someone like you to talk to Liz. I am surrounded with little boys and girls all day every day. I love my fellow sisters because we all have married Jesus not an earthly man. I am just enjoying so much being able to talk to another woman who has the same things going on.
Wow this is not going good; I try to think of something to say that I am not a girly girl and that I am not even a real girl while I listen to Ms. Alice or sister Alice talking. I need to ask her what she wants me to call her. “You are enjoying your granddaughter Miley and your grandson Kelly. I am helping my neighbor out by spending time with little Samantha while her parents are doing all that sports baseball stull. I am sorry for going on and on but little Samantha never had anyone to play with her, and do all the girly girl stuff she likes to do. I stepped in so she wouldn’t be bored spending time with her big brother Steve and doing baseball boyish stuff.”
“I guess what I am saying it looks like I am the one also who needs time away from all my responsibilities at the school and perish and being able to un-whine and relax with loving people like you and your grandchildren.”
Oh, my god she is starting to tear up and I see tears sliding down her face. I didn’t know nuns could cry, I always thought they were too busy beating the student with wooden rulers and making them follow the rules. “Oh you are okay Alice relax we are your friends.” I hear grandmother saying as she gives the real Miley our ice-creams and she hugs Ms. Alice. I know you gave your life to Jesus to be a nun, but we are here for you.”
“Here Miley give this one too your best little friend.” I hand it too Samantha and she smiles saying thank you. “Here is your ice-cream little baby sister.” I hear the real Miley calling me her baby sister, how am I going to correct her since she is black mailing me and will beat me up too. I can't wait for mommy to get home so we can go back to normal.
I give the real Miley a mean look but she just smiles at me so I stick my tongue at her. “Oh that was awfully grown up of you baby sister sticking your tongue at me.” The real Miley says teasing me even more. “Ya know grandma I think if BABY Miley spent more time with Samantha that would give Ms. Alice some time for you two, to do grown up girls stuff together like whatever girls or women do when kids aren’t around.”
“How old are you Kelly?” Grandmother responds after hearing the real Miley’s comments saying I should spend more time with this little girly girl, I want to smack her in the head but my life would be over but maybe it would be worth it to shut up the real Miley. “That was a very grown up response Kelly. I think little Miley loves Samantha’s pretty dress and asking her about dance and ballet we will let her join ballet with Samantha if there is an opening.”
Oh, my god she can't be serious, I mean I never said I wanted to spend time with Samantha or join any kind of dance anything. “I know Samantha’s teacher very well that is how I was able to get little Samantha enrolled. I know Samantha loves ballet so much.”
“Why don’t we walk over there after we finish our ice-creams and see if we can get little Miley enrolled also. I think she would really enjoy ballet and she would have some type of sport like her big brother is doing baseball. Kelly will be spending a lot of time in baseball with practice and games. Miley will be able to spend all her extra time with Samantha doing ballet practice and her little recital’s too.” Ms. Alice finishes saying.
No freaking way oh my god, I guess when you think your life can't get any worse it can get way freakin worse. Oh, god please let there be no openings when we go to the dance studio pleaseee. I say a short prayer but with my luck I don’t want too even think about it.
“I think that is a great idea, Alice. So, girls and Kelly lets finish our ice-creams quickly.” I want to cry so badly knowing we are going to the dance studio after ice-cream. “Alice now I know you are mother superior and a sister. How do I say this? How would you like to be called, you have so many titles? Sister Alice, mother superior, or just Alice? I just don’t want us to disrespect you or your faith.”
We are eating our ice-creams and at least Samantha stopped holding her dress over her head but her and I are still standing on the cushions while the others are sitting listening too grandmother.
“Oh well Liz you are an adult, you can call me just Alice. When we are away from the church or school since we are friends now. The children can call me Ms. Alice while we are away from the school or church. When we are at the church or school it is most proper too call me by sister Alice. Only the other sisters and priests call me by mother superior mostly. Some parents of the children also do but they are more of the older generations.”
Grandmother smiles. “Okay thank you Alice for clearing that up I have never had a friend in the clergy so thank you.” Grandmother makes eye contact with me, I don’t realize that the real Miley has lifted the bottom of my dress showing off my wet saggy diaper. “Kelly leave your baby sisters dress alone. It is not proper for boys too lift girls dresses up okay?”
“Yes grandma but I thought I smelled, umm well, I thought I smelled urine and I wasn’t sure if it was on these cushions till I seen baby Mileys diaper sagging between her legs. I am sorry I won’t do it again.”
Grandmother gives me that look and I feel her hand go up under my dress in-front of everyone. “Well I guess someone wet her pull-up, and I don’t have another pull-up.” Grandmother says aloud for everyone to hear. I see the real Miley smiling from ear to ear. I am so embarrassed I put my head down as my ice-cream is almost done. I finish eating it not having eye contact with anyone.
“I am sorry grandmother I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I am sorry.” I never raised my head to look grandmother in the eyes, I just said my comments with my head down looking at my feet.
Grandmother shakes her head staring at me clearly disappointed. “Well I am sorry everyone I don’t have a diaper bag with any pull-up’s, I clearly will have to start carrying a diaper bag when I take baby Miley out of the house.” Oh, god I want to disappear into the floor so no one can see me, and grandmother is saying she is going to have to have a diaper bag for me now.
“So we will have to take a rain check on going to the dance studio Alice.” I don’t think I have ever been more embarrassed in my whole life. It is bad enough I am wearing a girls dress and am wearing a diaper but now everyone knows I also wet my diaper or pull-up, is more what I'm wearing not much difference to me though. Oh, wait maybe this isn’t so bad, yes thank you Jesus we won't be going to the dance studio.
I almost start to smile knowing we aren’t going to the dance studio to sign me up for ballet classes. “Excuse me for being nosy but I didn’t mean to over hear your conversation but I have a pull-up you can have for your baby girl.” We all turn and see a mother and baby sitting behind us.
“Really that is so sweet of you Ms. That would be so great, I will pick some up on our way home.” Grandmother says smiling at the lady.
Oh, there goes any hope of getting out of this. I watch as the nosy woman sitting behind us hands grandmother a pink pull-up. “Do you need any diaper wipes did you baby go poop in her diaper too?”
“Grandma I can't smell any poop this time, when she goes poop in her diaper we will all be able to smell the stinky baby Miley.” We all hear the real Miley saying. Great now everyone thinks I pee and poop in my pull-up.
Everyone turns and looks at me like I am supposed to say something. “Little Miley did you go poop in your diaper and pee or just pee this time?” Grandmother says while everyone including the lady sitting behind us is staring at me.
“No grandmother I did not go poop this time only peed my diaper I mean my pull-up.” I say. What the heck did I just say? I did not go poop this time referring to the other times I did go poop. Oh, man I really need to start to pay more attention to what I say before I say it. I am sounding more and more like a little girl, maybe now even sounding like a little baby girl.
We watch the lady sitting behind us turn around. “Thanks again ma’am. Okay Miley lets go to the ladies room sweetie so we can change your baby diaper, or pull-up in this case.” I start to slide out of the booth. I try to pull my dress lower so my saggy pull-up isn’t so obliviously showing.
“Ms. Elizabeth I can take baby Miley I am a big girl; I don’t wear diapers anymore. I have to go potty I can take her to the girls room and help her change her pull-up since I have to go potty anyway?”
Grandmother and Ms. Alice hear Samantha and both look at her. “Well that would be very nice of you to go with baby Miley sweetie. Stay together and don’t talk to anyone okay girls?”
“Yes we won't talk to strangers.” I cannot believe we both said the same thing at the same time again. I am again acting and sounding like a toddler girl.
I shake my head watching the real Miley getting up also. “Grandma I have to go potty, I mean use the bathroom too so I will be using the BOYS bathroom while Miley is in the GIRLS bathroom so they won't get in trouble okay?”
“Now that is very sweet having her older brother wanting to take care of his baby sister isn’t it Liz?” We hear Ms. Alice saying to our grandmother.
Grandmother is smiling as we walk away. “Yes I guess I raised my daughter right because certainly she has raised little Miley and Kelly with very good manners. I am glad Kelly is protective of his baby sister, thank you for the sweet comment Alice.”
“Come on girls I am here to protect you so no worries.” Samantha and I hear the real Miley saying as we follow him towards the back of Dairy Queen were the restrooms are. I see the girls bathroom and realize I have never been in the girls bathroom. Oh, my god if someone finds out I am a boy wearing a dress and using the girls bathroom I will go to prison for life.
I stop in-front of the girls bathroom not knowing what to do. “Go inside Samantha I want to talk to baby Miley and give her the pull-up. Samantha make sure you wait for me outside the restrooms if you come out before I do okay little girl?”
“Yes I am not a baby like Miley who wets her panties, or wets her diaper.” We hear her being very rude or mouthy as she walks into the girls bathroom alone. “Okay my sissy little brother go in the girls bathroom like the little sissy boy you are hehehe.”
I want to smack her but she will beat me up. “Just go into one of the stalls in the girls bathroom, close and lock the door and pull your wet pull-up down. Put the dry pull-up on and make sure your pretty dress is pulled back down over your diaper hehehe. Sometimes if you do it quick that short dress could get stuck inside your pull-up and everyone will see your wearing a baby pull-up, okay my little sissy brother hehehe?” I hear the real Miley whispering to me so no one else can hear what she is saying.
“Yea I guess so but you will be here when I get out right? I don’t want to talk to any strangers while I'm wearing this baby dress and pull-up okay?”
The real Miley giggles. “Yes I will be here just make sure you hurry up baby sister hehehe.” The real Miley says while giggling at me as she walks into the boys bathroom like it is the most natural thing in the world for my baby sister to be doing. Why am I so scared it is like I am the real baby and the real Miley is really my big brother instead of being my baby sister? I guess I shouldn’t call her my baby sister she maybe younger than me but she hasn’t had to wear a diaper in a long time and here I am wearing a pull-up and I soaked it with pee. My life is so screwed up. I start walking into the girls bathroom holding my pink pull-up.
“Oh excuse me little girl are you allowed to use the girl’s restroom alone?” I hear a total stranger saying to me and taking my hand. I want to cry, I am so scared she is going to find out I am really a boy wearing a dress.
Samantha walks up to us. “It is okay ma’am she is with me she had a little accident and wet her diaper.” I relax a little but I can feel myself starting to pee in my pull-up again I am so scared. Oh, she said I was wearing a diaper like a real baby, instead of this pull-up. I guess if you think about it only baby’s wet themselves like I did in my pull-up.
“Oh okay than, I just wanted to make sure your baby sister had someone with her so she wasn’t alone.” I notice Samantha didn’t correct her about not being my sister let alone being my big sister.
I shake my head but I do feel better besides I totally super drenched my pull-up is even sagging farther from the weight of my pee. “Okay little sister go into the stall, do you want me to help you sis?” I look at her weirdly when she calls me her sister let alone her little sister. “I know I'm not your big sister but it does feel neat having others think I have a real sister since I only have my big brother, like you do.
“Oh okay I guess but no I am not a baby even though I did wet my pull-up I can get changed by myself Samantha.” I walk inside the bathroom stall, I close the door, and I put the pull-up on top of the toilet paper dispenser. I start to pull the pull-up down and I can see I wet my pull-up so much it soaked through and is dripping on the floor now.
I close the toilet cover and put the soaked pull-up there. I put the dry pull-up on and it feels so thin and tiny. I had better be more careful going potty in this one because I bet it would soak through and drip down my legs then the whole world would look at me, and know I was a baby girl. I open the stall door holding the soaked pull-up by the ends so I don’t get wet.
“Oh there you are sweetie, I was wondering what was taking you so long so I sent your big brother who was waiting by the door back to the table and I would check on you. Are you okay baby girl?” I hear grandmother saying to me, and looking very concerned.
Grandmother looks down and sees my pull-up dripping on the floor than looks back at me for a response. “Yes grandmother I am okay I just umm, wet my pull-up and am embarrassed.”
“I understand sweetie. Let me have your diaper and I will toss it in the trash for you.” I hand the soaked diaper to her, great now she even has me thinking I am wearing a baby’s diaper. “I see your diaper is dripping pee so I am glad you didn’t wet your pretty dress sweetie. Does your mommy have you wear plastic panties when you are wearing a diaper sweetie? I bet she does because it would be very embarrassing if you were peeing in your diaper and it started to drip down your pretty legs into your sock and shoes.”
How do I tell her this was totally a one-time accident? I mean it would be really sad if she is right and I did pee my diaper and dripped down my legs maybe plastic panties would be better to wear over my diaper. “I see you are thinking about it sweetie. Do you want to wear plastic panties over your diaper sweetie so if you have another accident you won't wet your pretty dress?”
“I guess so grandmother.” I still can't believe I just asked my grandmother to wear plastic panties over my diaper. Grandmother takes my hand and we walkout of the girls bathroom and over to our table.
Everyone looks ready to leave when we arrive. “Oh good you both have perfect timing I just paid the bill so we can leave ladies and young man.”
“Oh how much do I owe you Alice?” I hear grandmother saying as all five of us walk out of Dairy Queen.
I pull my short dress down because the wind is blowing my dress up and everyone will see my pink pull-up if I don’t hold it down. “Oh don’t worry about it was my pleasure Liz.” We hear Ms. Alice saying to grandmother as we walk down the sidewalk.
“Okay than thank you and I will get it next time. Kelly, you and your baby sister say thank you to Ms. Alice.”
I turn and look up seeing the smiling Ms. Alice “Umm thank you for the ice-cream Ms. Alice.” I say while I am holding my dress down so it covers my diaper.
“Yes thank you Ms. Alice.” The real Miley says to Ms. Alice while she watches me struggling with holding my dress down in this wind.
I feel grandmother take my hand. “You are both very welcome it was my pleasure. Is it okay if I hold your other hand Miley?” I hear Ms. Alice asking. Before I can respond we, all turn hearing Samantha.
“Can I hold her hand Ms. Alice and you can hold my other hand. Then all the girls will be holding hands?” Oh, no I look down seeing Samantha's dress flying up in the air as I hold her hand and Ms. Alice holds her other hand. Samantha isn’t even making an attempt at holding her pretty dress down, I mean holding her dress down. I smile at her and I can see her pink leotard totally on display. I giggle aloud, watching Samantha she is just giggling away also staring at me for some reason until I see the real Miley start walking in-front of us. Kelly, I mean the real Miley turns around with his iPhone and starts taking pictures of us for some reason.
I look over at grandmother holding my hand and her other hand holding her dress down. I look over at Ms. Alice she is holding onto Samantha's hand with her free hand holding her dress down. Oh, shit I look down and my pink pull-up is on display for everyone to see. My dress is blowing so far up you can see my tummy with all of the pink pull-up on display as we walk into the dance studio.
“We are here girls.” We walk inside and see a whole bunch of girls around Samantha's age and my size but definitely younger than me but maybe taller than me unfortunately. Finally, I see Samantha's dress back in place, I notice my dress is also back in place covering my pull-up nicely.
A tall skinny lady walks up to us, Samantha jumps up and hugs her. “Well that was a very nice welcome little Samantha. Now who did you bring with you today?”
“Oh this is my best friend in the whole world Miley she wants to learn how to do ballet like me. I have been telling her all about our class.” I see the lady looking down at me holding grandmothers hand.
I don’t know what to say as Ms. Alice starts to talk. “How are you today Karen?” I watch as Ms. Alice hugs the lady, they kiss each other on the cheek softly. I start to look around and the place is massive, I can see a whole bunch of older girls in pink leotards holding onto some type of long bar along the floor to ceiling mirrors that go the whole distance of the walls. “I brought a couple guests with us little Miley wants to join Samantha's class if you have any openings. This is her grandmother Elizabeth, and little Mileys big brother Kelly.”
“Welcome to you all.” I feel her lean down and make eye contact with me. “How are you little Miley? That is such a pretty dress you are wearing.” The teacher says
It feels like one of those silent moments were everyone is expecting me to say something. “Umm hi, umm I am good how are you ma’am?” I say nervously while I twist one of my pigtails around my finger as I talk.
It is a pleasure to meet you Karen, you can call me Liz. Alice has been going on how much little Samantha enjoys your school. I am taking care of my grandchildren little Miley here and her big brother Kelly while my daughter, their mother is away on business.” I look up seeing my grandmother looking around the large hallway looking out on the older girls practicing ballet. “Your dance studio looks so pretty and everyone is smiling which is always a positive sign.”
“Thank you Liz, we work very hard to maintain a nice learning environment, sort of like sister Alice here does back at St. Mary’s school. If Alice is bringing your granddaughter in here to learn ballet, we would love to have little Miley join our little group. Is Miley going to join Samantha in class today?”
I look up in shock. “What? You mean start today?” My mouth drops open in shock thinking that I will be starting ballet this very moment.
“Oh I think you should start right now little sister they will get you one of those pretty pink leotards, and matching tights like your little friend Samantha has on. I would love to see you wearing them.” I turn and I can't make up my mind if I want to smash the real Miley in her head, or just cry.
I look up at grandmother than over at the ballet teacher, then down at Samantha smiling from ear to ear. “That would be so great if she would be able to start in class today Ms. Karen pleaseee.”
“I don’t see any reason she can't start class right now. We can get you dressed in a pretty pink leotard, and some pink tights we also need you to wear dancing shoes.” I don’t know what to say I can feel tears starting to grow in my eyes but instead I stand in shock.
Ms. Karen takes my hand; we start to walk towards the door that says locker room. I see the real Miley smiling so hard I think she is going to burst, speaking of bursting I feel myself start to wet my pull-up uncontrollably.
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Mommy I don’t want to try out for baseball again! Part 5
By Princess Pantyboy
Me, Kelly, Kellie 9-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old little sister
Mommy 42-years-old looks 21-years-old
Grandmother/Elizabeth(Liz)Wilmington 77-years-old acts like 100-years-old
Alice Goodyear/ Sister Alice Principle of St. Mary’s school
Samantha (Sam) 5-year old girl
Ms. Karen Dance instructor
All,
I added a few paragraphs from Part 4 so my story would be easier to read. I hope you enjoy my story, I am sure I missed a few spelling errors an especially errors with grammar so please forgive I am trying.
Hugs Princess
“We are here girls.” We walk inside and see a whole bunch of girls around Samantha's age and my size. All the girls are definitely younger than me but taller than me unfortunately. Finally, I see Samantha's dress back in place from the wind blowing them up. I notice my dress is also back in place covering my pull-up nicely. I don’t know how girls handle the wind blowing their dresses up so much, I will have to ask the real Miley.
A tall skinny lady walks up to us, Samantha jumps up and hugs her. “Well that was a very nice welcome little Samantha. Now who is this pretty little girl you bring with you today?”
“Oh this is my best friend in the whole world Miley she wants to learn how to do ballet like me. I have been telling her all about our class.” I see the lady looking down at me holding grandmothers hand.
I don’t know what to say as Ms. Alice starts to talk. “How are you today Karen?” I watch as Ms. Alice hugs the lady, they kiss each other on the cheek softly. I start to look around and the place is massive, I can see a whole bunch of older girls in pink leotards holding onto some type of long bar along the floor to ceiling mirrors that go the whole distance of the walls. “I brought a couple guests with us, little Miley wants to join Samantha's class if you have any openings. This is her grandmother Elizabeth, and little Mileys big brother Kelly.”
“Welcome to you all.” I watch her lean down and make eye contact with me. “How are you little Miley? That is such a pretty dress you are wearing.” The teacher says
It feels like one of those silent moments were everyone is expecting me to say something. “Umm hi, umm I am good, how are you ma’am?” I say nervously while I twist one of my pigtails around my finger as I talk.
It is a pleasure to meet you Karen, you can call me Liz. Alice has been going on how much little Samantha enjoys your school. I am taking care of my grandchildren little Miley here and her big brother Kelly while my daughter, their mother is away on business.” I look up seeing my grandmother looking around the large hallway looking out on the older girls practicing ballet. “Your dance studio looks so pretty and everyone is smiling which is always a positive sign.”
“Thank you Liz, we work very hard to maintain a nice learning environment, sort of like sister Alice here does back at St. Mary’s school. If Alice is bringing your granddaughter in here to learn ballet, we would love to have little Miley join our little group. Is Miley going to join Samantha in class today?”
I look up in shock. “What? You mean start today?” My mouth drops open in shock thinking that I will be starting ballet this very moment.
“Oh I think you should start right now little sister they will get you one of those pretty pink leotards, and matching tights like your little friend Samantha has on. I would love to see you wearing them.” I turn and I can't make up my mind if I want to smash the real Miley in her head, or just cry.
I look up at grandmother than over at the ballet teacher, then down at Samantha smiling from ear to ear. “That would be so great if she would be able to start in class today Ms. Karen pleaseee.” Samantha says to her teacher.
“I don’t see any reason why she can't start class right now. We can get you dressed in a pretty pink leotard, and some pink tights we also need you to wear dancing shoes.” I don’t know what to say I can feel tears starting to grow in my eyes but instead I stand in shock.
Ms. Karen takes my hand; we start to walk towards the door that says locker room. I see the real Miley smiling so hard I think she is going to burst, speaking of bursting I feel myself start to wet my pull-up uncontrollably. “I don’t know how to ask you this, I can tell your wearing a diaper under your pretty dress and everyone said how excited you are to want to do ballet with your best friend Samantha. I guess what I am saying is are you afraid to be here because you are wearing that diaper?” I don’t say anything I am to scared.
“I know you don’t know me yet so it is hard to trust someone you don’t know. One of our rules is that all the girls have to be potty trained before they are allowed to join classes here at ‘Karen’s dance studio’. I am willing to let that slide because your family is friends with Ms. Alice.” I have no clue what this woman is trying to say. “Okay let me put it in simpler terms. Do you want to take your diaper off and wear some big girl panties?”
I smile at the thought of getting rid of this diaper, pull-up I don’t know why they have different names there still for going potty in. “Yes I would really like to get rid of this diaper Ms. Karen.” I say, but I should have told her I didn’t want to do ballet either or wear a dress and keep my hair in pigtails. God this list is so long that I don’t want to do. The real Miley will kick my butt; I mean I never knew how strong she is and she is out of her mind too. I mean look what she did to all her long pretty hair having it all shaved off. Not like she just wanted a different hair style which she did but having all her hair shaved off is crazy who knows what she would do to me if I pissed her off.
“Okay than sweetheart I am going to let you go in the bathroom stall by yourself. I will let you take your own diaper off, and I am going to trust you to go potty while I find you a dance outfit okay sweetie?” I smile hearing I am finally getting out of diapers.
Ms. Karen opens the bathroom stall and I see it is bigger than most. “Okay Ms. Karen I will go potty and wait for you to come back.” I smile and start to close the door. I lift my dress up and slide down my pull-up and it is a little bit wet. I drop it into the trash next to the toilet, I am thinking how the pull-up got wet. I don’t remember at all peeing in it not even a little bit. Oh, well how can I remember everything. I sit on the toilet and try to go pee. I can feel a few drops of pee going into the toilet but definitely nowhere near how much I usually go when I go potty must be because I am so nervous.
“Are you okay sweetie? Did you go potty like a big girl Miley?” I am so sick of everyone treating me like a girl, I guess I am wearing a dress and my hair is in pigtails so I can't blame them for thinking I am a girl but I don’t have to like it.
I push real hard trying to go more potty and a few more drips fall into the toilet. “I went a little bit Ms. Karen is that okay?” I can't believe I am asking a complete stranger if it is okay that I went a little bit potty.
“It sounds like you are finished sweetie. You are such a big girl going potty by yourself. Do you need help taking your dress off sweetie those buttons on the back are tough for little girls to get?” I try to pull the little dress over my head and unfortunately I am locked in this short toddler dress.
I pull the dress back down; I open the door and I see Ms. Karen smiling. “You are right I can't get at all the little buttons on the back of my dress. Can you help me please Ms. Karen?”
“You are such a polite little girl Miley. I wish all the girls whereas polite as you and little Samantha.” I smile, I turn so she can get at the buttons on the back of my dress. “I guess I shouldn’t say little Samantha you are a little smaller than she is aren’t you sweetie?”
I hate to hear she is right not to mention Samantha is a lot younger than me and she is taller than I am. “Yes but I can't help how small I am Ms. Karen, I eat everything and I still don’t grow any bigger yet.”
“Oh I am sorry sweetie I didn’t mean to upset you and make you cry sweetie, I am so sorry. I am sure you will have a growth spurt soon and you will be as tall as the other girls in your class.” I feel Ms. Karen turn me around and hug me apologizing. “Do you need help taking your pretty dress off sweetie, or can you get the rest?” I want to tell her I am not a baby but that will probably hurt her feelings and she seems really nice.
I let go of the hug and smile. “No thank you I can un-dress myself, thank you anyway Ms. Karen and thank you for un-buttoning my dress too.” I smile trying to be nice to her because she is being nice to me. I wish everyone would do nice things for everyone else then only nice things would happen to everyone.
“Your welcome sweetie now here is your new dance outfit and I put some big girl panties on top since you aren’t wearing any. I am pretty good sizing little girls so I am sure your new dance outfit will fit you. I will give you a few minutes than I will come back and check on you and see if you need any help okay sweetie?”
I take the pile of pink clothes from her, I stare at them. “Umm okay I will be here.” I put the clothes down on the closed toilet, I start to pull my dress off. I hang the dress on the back of the stall door. I am standing totally naked except for my girly socks and Mary Jane shoes. God, I even look like a girl naked. My little bulge and balls aren’t really doing anything not even hanging down just like it is a large mole on your hand like a wart, yes a wart is how I would describe it. I had better put my new panties on before someone sees me naked and I go to jail for life for being in the girl’s locker room wearing a dress. I slide the plain white panties up my legs and I look down seeing no bulge at all.
I take the next item that is on the pile and it looks like tights in a light pink color. I wonder if there is a front and back. I see a small tag and will guess it is like boy’s underwear, with the tag going in the back. I start pulling them up both my legs as far as I can. I pull them, and pull them up over my new panties. I can't really believe I am going to put this on. Oh, well it can't be worse than a dress and diaper. I slide my left foot than my right pulling the super stretchy pink leotard on until both my arms slide through the sleeves. Wow this leotard is pulling up right between my legs, if I had a buldge there before which I couldn’t see one, this leotard seems to push everything up inside my body now.
Well I can't hear anyone in here I might as well go out there and see what I look like wearing this dance outfit, I think that is what Ms. Karen called it. I step out of the bathroom stall and see a whole row of sinks and over them small mirrors. I turn and there are several large mirrors that go from the floor to almost the ceiling I guess those mirrors are the mirrors the girls use to see how their whole outfit looks.
Holy shit excuse my French I guess it could be worse than wearing a dress and diaper. I think wearing some leotard and tights is the most girly type of clothes on the planet. I stare into the long mirror and there is no way anyone could say I was a boy. I look totally like a little girl from head to toe. Oh, my god how did this happen to me, if any other boy was wearing this outfit they would look like a boy wearing girl’s clothes. I look nothing like a boy at all not one part, I look totally like a girl and more like a girly girl at that.
“Oh sweetie you look so pretty in your new dance outfit Miley. I think you were made to wear tights and a pretty pink leotard sweetie. Don’t tell the other girls but you are definitely the prettiest girl in your class.” I look back at Ms. Karen hearing her sweet comments. I look back into the mirror and she is right, I do look like a pretty girl oh my god, how can that be? I was thinking I looked like a girl, but I look like a pretty girl totally. Oh, I wish mommy would get home so life can get back to normal. “Take my hand little princess.”
I put my hand out and Ms. Karen takes it and we start walking out of the locker room and I see a flash. “Oh you look so pretty little Miley; you definitely are the girly girl you have always been little sister.” I turn hearing the real Miley saying while she is smiling at me staring at me from head to toe. Oh, know she is taking pitchers of me dressed like a little girl, I walk out of the locker room wearing the ultra girly pink leotard and matching tights. “Wow you have always been a girly girl, or a sissy boy Miley. Look between your legs you have nothing there just like other girls like you hehehe.” I hear the real Miley whisper to me as Ms. Karen walks to the center of the hallway like she is going to make an announcement.
“Grandma doesn’t Miley look like the grisliest girl you have ever seen?” I have to admit I sure feel like a sissy, everything I do seems to be more girlish then the others things I was doing before. I think I am a sissy boy just like Miley said, I wonder if I was a sissy boy always. I guess it makes sense if you think about it when I was trying out for the baseball team I acted like a sissy girly girl the way I throw the ball. The way I hit the ball was like I was a girly girl everything I did during baseball tryouts screamed girly girl.
I must be losing my mind, but it makes sense the way my mommy gave me my sisters old panties and jeans to wear and I never really complained. A real boy would of no way worn those girly clothes and now I stand here wearing a pink leotard, and matching tights. Only like a real girly girl would wear, come to think of it I haven’t even worn any pants since I have been at grandmother’s house. I have only been wearing girly girl dresses and now I'm wearing a pink leotard in front of the world.
Could Miley really be right, have I always been a sissy boy or girly girl? I see Ms. Karen standing up making some type of announcement but I can't hear her at all. In my head, all I hear is me being a sissy boy, girly girl. All I hear is Miley saying I am a sissy girly girl. My daydreaming gets stopped when I hear my new name. “And Miley here is our newest student that I look forward to training and I hope all of you will give her a big welcome. Welcome Miley.” I look up seeing everyone staring at me and smiling.
“Umm yea hi everyone.” Not knowing what they were saying while I was daydreaming, the whole place is staring at me. I play with one of my pigtails nervously.
Ms. Karen looks at me and starts to giggle shaking her head. “Well looks like we have another girly girl joining our team. Welcome again Miley.” I smile seeing and hearing everyone welcoming me. Since I am dressed like a girl I must be a girly girl, when I was dressed in boys clothes I must have been a sissy boy. “Okay girls lets hop over to the balance bars and start your warm up stretches.” I notice all the little girls like me running over to the balance bar things.
“Go ahead little sister go out there with the other little girls.” I feel the real Miley pat me softly on my bottom to go out there I guess it was more of a shove. I don’t even think for a micro second I just immediately run out there with the other little girls. Wait I'm not a girl so I shouldn’t say other girls that would mean they are like me another little girl. Oh, well I'm wearing some pink leotard and tights I might as well go with it.
All us girls run over and I watch while the other girls start stretching and I just do what they are doing. Did I just say ‘us girl’s’? Oh, I sure I hope not, it was messed up when I said something that was super girly, but if I am starting to think in my head like a girl that would be way worse. Oh, god please help me stop thinking like a little girl.
“You are doing very good Miley I didn’t know you were in Ballet before. How long have you been going and where did you go?” Ms. Karen says.
I turn and look at her hearing her comments. “Umm Ms. Karen I have never been to a ballet class before this is my first class today. I am sorry I am just doing like the other girls are doing.” I continue to stretch like the other girls but now feeling more nervous because Ms. Karen is watching me. “I am sorry if I am messing up.”
“Oh, don’t worry Miley, you are doing very well that is what made me think you have had more experience. Class continue stretching.” Ms. Karen said louder so the whole class would continue to stretch. “Okay Miley let’s try something while the other girls are stretching okay sweetie?”
I stop and focus on what Ms. Karen is saying. “Ok now sweetie what I want you to do is pretty simple there is no way of doing it wrong it is just like a stretching exercise okay?”
“Yes Ms. Karen I will do my best.” I say but I am already nervous having everyone watching me like I am in trouble.
Ms. Karen smiles at me. “Ok sweetie just relax and keep your eyes staring into my eyes, and relax there is no way to do it wrong as long as you listen sweetie okay?” I nod mean I understand. “Don’t look around at anyone, now I want you to put your feet together.” I do as I am told and have both my feet together and I am looking straight ahead into Ms. Karen's eyes.
“Very good sweetie now continue to look into my eyes and start to slide both your feet apart as slowly as you can. I am going to be doing it at the same time as you sweetie so we will stay eye to eye as we both continue to slowly slide our feet apart.” I just stare straight ahead into Ms. Karen eye’s. “Oh, you are doing very good yes, now continue to slide your pretty little feet apart as slow as you can little Miley.”
I wonder what she is trying to do this is kind of boring spreading my feet apart slowly or not, but I will listen to her because the last thing I want to do is get in-trouble on my first day. On the other hand, if I get in trouble maybe Ms. Karen will kick me out of the class. Ms. Karen is being really nice to me, so far everything looks pretty easy and I don’t want to make her have a hard time if I am bad so I will do my best and try to not get in any trouble.
“Oh my god.” Is what we hear and a whole bunch of people clapping their hands. I stop looking into Ms. Karen's eyes and I see everyone in our class standing around us, with their parents and older kids from the other classes clapping their hands and someone taking pictures of us.
I look back at Ms. Karen smiling. “Okay sweetie look to your right now at the large mirrors next to us.” Ms. Karen's says
“Is that us? wow how are we doing that Ms. Karen?” I look into the mirror and I see Ms. Karen and I doing a perfect spilt with our legs totally apart and our bottoms touching the ground. In the background, everyone is clapping their hands together and the parents are taking pitchers of us.
I look back at Ms. Karen and smile also. “Okay now I want you to look back into my eyes and we are going to start slowly and put our feet back together. I want you to do that as slow as you can okay.” I smile and nod yes.
“This is the hard part sweetie to just phase everyone out, hearing no sounds at all, and just stare into my eyes?” I stare into her eyes and only see her. “Just imagine that it is just you and me alone stretching and slowly start pulling your legs together phase out one sound then all the sounds. It is just you and I sweetie.” I wish I never looked around and seen everyone staring at us, but I will do as Ms. Karen says which is just stare into her eyes and just focus on that and phase everyone else out.
I hope the other girls don’t get angry with me working one on one with the teacher. I mean I am the new girl, I mean new person so I'm sure they know I need more help than any of the other girls. The other girls look like they have been doing ballet for a long time, all the other girls are wearing the same pink leotard and tights as me but all their hair is up on top of their head, and not in a ponytail it's in a bun I think I heard one of the mothers call it.
I think their hair looks really pretty like that I bet mine will have to look like the others girls next time so all us girls have the same hairstyle. Wait am I thinking of myself as a girl again? Before I can think about it anymore I see Ms. Karen smiling at me with sweat dripping down her face and we are both standing straight up with our feet and legs together. I look around and everyone is clapping again and cheering.
“Wow that was great Miley. You were starting to make me look bad you are a natural. You did everything that I asked and you made it look so easy. I was having a hard time my legs feel like jelly now but you didn’t even seem like you worked hard at all, I can still feel the sweat dripping down my face.” Ms. Karen says and she seems happy with me but I don’t see the big deal I just did as she asked and that’s it. Ms. Karen was right the hardest part was phasing everyone out while I focused on what I was doing.
The rest of the girls come over smiling and telling me what a great job I did. All the girls are saying they can't believe I was able to do that. “Umm I know this is my first lesson and I have never had a dance or ballet lesson in my life but how long did it take you to be able to do whatever Ms. Karen and I just did?
“None of us in this class or in any of the older kid’s classes has ever did that type of split before. I watched someone do it in the state championship last year but she was a professional ballet dancer doing a demonstration. I remember in her speech to all us girls after that she said anything is possible with practice. Seeing you do it in person and up close I am going to be practicing every day. Oh, my name is Alice by the way, now we all know you are Miley.”
I look in shock hearing that no one in this class can do that type of split. “Umm well it's a pleasure to meet you Alice and everyone else in our class.” I smile not feeling as nervous. “I have been small my whole life maybe that is why I can do it. My big brother always teases me that I'm not good at anything so I will have him eat those words hehehe.” I giggle like the little girl I sound like and so does Alice and a bunch of other girls in my new class that have surrounded me while we are talking.
“Miley Is that your big brother standing next to that old lady? Plus, all of us girls have to stick together, if your big brother says you don’t do anything right I know me and the rest of our class will have words with that stupid boy hehehe.” I turn seeing Alice pointing in the direction of the real Miley, and my grandmother. I just realized I referred to the other girls in my ballet class as the real Miley as my big brother how messed up is that?”
I look back at Alice who is playing with her hair. “Yes that is him standing next to my grandmother. We are here staying with her until my mommy comes back from a business trip.” I say then realize I said mommy like a little girl would say instead of calling her mom like a boy would say.
“Okay girls back in formations.” Everyone turns hearing Ms. Karen is back and drinking a bottle of water. “Thank you Miley for that demonstration. I think we have all done enough of stretching for class I know I have hehehe.” We hear Ms. Karen giggle even though she looks worn out still sweating from her workout. Ms. Karen is now standing with a towel around her neck still drinking the bottle of water. “Okay girls I want you to put your right hand on the balance bar and start to lift your left leg up slowly as far as you can.”
I start to do that and I am the last one in line so I can't see how the other girls are doing until Ms. Karen walks over to me and sees my leg is up against my body with it flush against me with my toes over my head. Ms. Karen is now standing next to me smiling.
“Very good girls now slowly drop that leg, slowly with your toes still pointing out until your foot touches the ground.” I listen and slowly lower my leg staring at Ms. Karen. “Very good girls now switch arms and turn around and do the same with your other leg.”
I turn and now I can see the rest of the girls but they didn’t turn around there are all staring at me for some reason. “Okay girl come now turn around and put your other hand holding on to the balance bar and slowly start lifting your other leg.” Finally, the other girls turn and they all have their backs to me. The first thing I notice is most of the girls are not able to barely lift their leg very high. “Slowly girls just concentrate and look forward and slowly raise your leg.” Before I know it, my other leg is now flush up against my body as I watch the other girls struggling. Damn I need to stop thinking of them as the other girls that means I'm thinking of myself as a girl also.
“Very good girls when you can lift your leg as high as you can, just hold it and if possible slowly move your foot on the floor. Now stand on your tippy toes and turn the other way without holding onto the balance bar.” I do as Ms. Karen asked and I watch as all the other girls are struggling and staring at me smiling at them. I then see Ms. Karen watching me. I notice she is only watching me as she talks to the class.
I notice several of the other girls falling or just collapsing on the floor while I look a round watching everyone stare at me including the older girls from other classes looking through the windows pointing and all of them staring at me. I am the only one standing now. I slowly lower my leg back to the ground and look around like I'm in trouble, until everyone is clapping.
“You are amazing Miley.” I smile as she leans down and hugs me. “Okay class I think that will be it for today. Grab your stuff and make sure you hydrate.” Ms. Karen holds her water bottle up pointing to the large cooler by the door.
I walk over with the other girls and see everyone staring my direction. I get ready to reach into the cooler and one of the other girls hands me a water bottle. “Here ya go Miley you have to be thirsty showing us all up hehehe.” The girl is giggling and I can see she is only kidding around.
“Um thank you, yea I'm a little thirsty. Everyone in the class is very friendly.” I say looking around as the girl who handed me the water bottle is smiling at me.
I see her put her hands on her hips like I pissed her off. “Your mean everyone in OUR class is very friendly, right? Every girl in OUR class is your friend now and we all want to learn to be as good like you are Miley. I mean after your performance in class today Ms. Karen is never going to let you leave our class hehehe.” I look at the girl and she looks familiar.
“Miley is my little sister being a pain?” I turn hear that girl Alice I met earlier. “You are talking to my little sister Peggy.” I see Alice smiling as she stands behind me for some reason.
The girl I was talking with turn and puts her hands on her hips again like she is pissed at Alice. “Who are you calling little Peggy? We are twins Miley and Alice is always telling our friends that I am the little sister because I am like a whole inch shorter than she is.”
“Oh your twins okay for a minute I thought there was going to be a fight hehehe.” I giggle like the little girl I look like. “oh here comes mommy you so we better be good. We are always kidding around I really love my sister and she loves me or I will pound on her hehehe.” We hear her say and we all three-start giggling like little toddlers.
A pretty lady like my mommy walks up to us and she kneels down in front of us three. “Okay girls now who is this little girl that everyone has been watching and clapping over?” both Alice and Peggy hug their mommy one on each side of her as their mommy stares at me.
“This is Miley she is my new best friend mommy. Isn’t her hair pretty?” Alice says, while she looks up into her mommy’s eyes smiling at us.
Peggy pulls on her mommy’s short skirt. “No mommy Miley is my new best friend too.” I look at Peggy as they both look like they are going to start whining to their mommy about who is my best friend.
“Wow Miley you did great.” I turn when I hear my grandmother’s comments and she is smiling at me. The twins mother stands back up and I can see she is wearing pink panties under her short skirt, as I get nervous and start playing with my ponytail.
I notice the real Miley staring at me shaking his head as he watched me looking up their mother’s short skirt. “Hello I am Mrs. Thomas and these are my twin daughters Peggy and Alice. We were watching little Miley here and she was amazing how long has she been in ballet?”
“Well this is her first ballet lesson actually. Oh and I am Elizabeth Wilmington you can call me Liz, and this is my grandson Kelly and your already met my granddaughter Miley. I think we are all surprised on how little Miley did in her first ballet lesson.”
I put my legs together because I need to go potty really bad and this is the first time I haven’t worn a diaper or pull-up in a long time, I hope we leave soon so i can go potty. “Well hello Mrs. Thomas and of course hello girls how are you all doing?” I turn seeing Ms. Alice or sister Alice start talking. I watch while Peggy and Alice give her a hug together. “Are you girls enjoying your summer vacation I hope?”
“Oh yes sister Alice we are and we have a new best friend in the whole world, Miley do you want to meet her?” I close my eyes realizing earth is such a small place guessing the twins go to St. Mary’s school. “Well I would love to but I already know little Miley and her big brother Kelly and their grandmother as well.”
I stare at the real Miley and he I mean she is just staring at me shaking her head like she is waiting for the perfect moment to tell everyone I was looking up Mrs. Thomas skirt staring at her pretty panties. “Well my twins seem to have become best friends with your little granddaughter, maybe she could come over and go swimming sometime while it's still summer.” Oh, god that is the last thing I want to do is spend time with two little toddler girls.
“Not to be nosey but I'm guessing their parents don’t live locally? This is a small town and parents with small children know all the other parents with children and probably go to the only school in town St. Mary’s with sister Alice here.”
I look up at the big people talking, I turn seeing the real Miley smiling at me while I feel both the twins playing with my long hair. “Oh you are right my grandchildren live one town over with their mother who is away on a business trip so I am taking care of the little darlings. Okay Kelly here is not exactly little he is a big boy now.”
“I can see my twins are going to want to spend more time with little Miley here so when their mom comes back from her business trip hopefully they will still be able to get together, and maybe have Miley spend the night for a slumber party or even just to hangout around our pool.”
The real Miley turns and stares at me again. “Oh I think that would be great for little Miley to have our mom dress her up in a pretty dress and take her over to play with her new little girly friends.” I hear the real Miley saying.
“Maybe our mom could take Miley and her new friends to dance class too. I bet Miley would love to show off her new leotard and pink tights to our mom.” Then it hits me mommy will be back, and see me dressed like a little girl and loose her mind and she is always teasing me about how girly I look with long hair. Oh, know if mommy seen me wearing girl’s clothes let alone dresses and pink leotards with tights she would freak.
I go into deep thought and I want to cry but instead, everything get quite and I see everyone turned staring at me. My teat Ms. Karen and Ms. Thomas have their hands covering their mouths staring at me up and down. I look down and see pee dripping down my legs soaking my tights. I start to cry not realizing I just wet myself in front of everyone.
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Mommy I don’t want to try out for baseball again! Part 6
By Princess Pantyboy
Me, Kelly 9-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old little sister
Mommy 42-years-old looks 21-years-old
Grandmother/Elizabeth(Liz)Wilmington 77-years-old acts like 100-years-old
Alice Goodyear/ Sister Alice Principle of St. Mary’s school
Samantha (Sam) 5-year old girl
Ms. Karen Dance instructor
All,
I added a few paragraphs from Part 5 so my story would be easier to read, I hope you enjoy my story, I am sure I have missed a few spelling errors an especially errors with grammar so please forgive I am trying.
Hugs Princess
A pretty lady like my mommy walks up to us and she kneels down in front of us three. “Okay girls now who is this pretty little girl that everyone has been watching and clapping over?” both Alice and Peggy hug their mommy one on each side of her as their mommy stares at me.
“This is Miley she is my new best friend mommy. Isn’t her hair pretty?” Alice says, while she looks up into her mommy’s eyes smiling at us.
Peggy pulls on her mommy’s short skirt. “No mommy Miley is my new best friend too.” I look at Peggy as they both look like they are going to start whining to their mommy about who is my best friend, I guess girls are weird.
“Wow Miley you did great.” I turn when I hear my grandmother’s comments and she is smiling at me. The twins mother stands back up and I can see she is wearing pink panties under her short skirt, as I get nervous and start playing with my ponytail.
I notice the real Miley staring at me shaking his head as he watched me looking up their mother’s short skirt. “Hello I am Mrs. Thomas and these are my twin daughters Peggy and Alice. We were watching little Miley here and she was amazing how long has she been in ballet?”
“Well this is her first ballet lesson actually. Oh, and I am Elizabeth Wilmington you can call me Liz, and this is my grandson Kelly and you already met my granddaughter Miley. I think we are all surprised on how little Miley did in her first ballet lesson.”
I put my legs together because I need to go potty really bad and this is the first time I haven’t worn a diaper or pull-up in a long time, I hope we leave soon so I can go potty. “Well hello Mrs. Thomas and of course hello girls how are you all doing?” I turn seeing Ms. Alice or sister Alice start talking. I watch while Peggy and Alice give her a hug together. “Are you girls enjoying your summer vacation I hope?”
“Oh yes sister Alice we are and we have a new best friend in the whole world, Miley do you want to meet her?” I close my eyes realizing earth is such a small place guessing the twins go to St. Mary’s school. “Well I would love to but I already know little Miley and her big brother Kelly and their grandmother as well.”
I stare at the real Miley and he, I mean she is just staring at me shaking her head like she is waiting for the perfect moment to tell everyone I was looking up Mrs. Thomas skirt staring at her pretty panties. “Well my twins seem to have become best friends with your little granddaughter, maybe she could come over and go swimming sometime while it's still summer.” Oh, god that is the last thing I want to do is spend time with two little toddler girls.
“Not to be nosey but I'm guessing their parents don’t live locally? This is a small town and parents with small children know all the other parents with children and probably go to the best school in town St. Mary’s with sister Alice here.”
I look up at the big people talking, I turn seeing the real Miley smiling at me while I feel both the twins playing with my long hair. “Oh you are right my grandchildren live one town over with their mother who is away on a business trip so I am taking care of the little darlings. Okay Kelly here is not exactly little he is a big boy now.”
“I can see my twins are going to want to spend more time with little Miley here so when their mom comes back from her business trip hopefully they will still be able to get together, and maybe have Miley spend the night for a slumber party or even just to hangout around our pool.”
The real Miley turns and stares at me again. “Oh I think that would be great for little Miley to have our mom dress her up in a pretty dress and take her over to play with her new little girly friends.” I hear the real Miley saying.
“Maybe our mom could take Miley and her new friends to dance class too. I bet Miley would love to show off her new leotard and pink tights to our mom.” Then it hits me mommy will be back, and see me dressed like a little girl and loose her mind and she is always teasing me about how girly I look with long hair. Oh, know if mommy seen me wearing girl’s clothes let alone dresses and pink leotards with tights she would freak.
I go into deep thought and I want to cry but instead, everything gets quiet and I see everyone turned staring at me. Ms. Karen and Ms. Thomas have their hands covering their mouths staring at me up and down. I look down and see pee dripping down my legs soaking my tights. I start to cry not realizing I just wet myself in front of everyone.
“Oh little Miley I guess it was too soon for you to go without your diaper. I am sorry Ms. Karen I should have said something when she came out of the locker room in her new pink tights and leotards with no diaper on.” I look down feeling so embarrassed. “It's was a pleasure meeting you Mrs. Thomas but I need to get the little one changed and calmed down. I think it would be great for your twins to spend some time together with little Miley and we have a pool also so if you need some big people time just give me a call and the three little girls can play together.”
Ms. Karen smileys down at me shaking her head slowly. “I am afraid it is my fault I am the one that was pushing little Miley to wear big girl panties when she is obviously not ready for them yet.” I continue to cry softly when I feel grandmothers hand, and Ms. Karen's hand both of them holding my hands as we start walking towards the locker-room.
“We will get you fixed up in no time at all Miley, so please stop crying everything is okay sweetie.” I hear Ms. Karen saying to me. “Is your pretty dress still hanging up inside the bathroom stall sweetie?”
I nod my head yes but still cry softly, I start to catch my breath being away from all the other people that watched me pee my panties. “I am so sorry Ms. Karen and grandmother I didn’t even know I was peeing my panties until I seen everyone staring at me. I am so sorry please don’t be angry at me.” I look up at grandmother and Ms. Karen looking at each other surprised.
“We are not angry with your little one, accidents happen right Karen?” Grandmother says as she starts pulling my arms out of the leotard, the leotard hangs on my waist with my arms free and naked. “I didn’t bring the diaper bag in with me.”
I look down sadly while I stare at the pee stains going down between my legs and then down both my legs. “I think I remember one of the mothers had her baby here and left her diaper bag, and I put it up in the supply cabinet; hold on while I get it if you want to get her undressed Liz.”
“I am sorry I peed in my panties grandmother but I can get undressed by myself okay?” I feel grandmother lifting my right leg then my left, I step out of the pink stretchy leotard. I am standing only in my wet pink tights and panties.
I watch as grandmother turns the hot water on in the sink then puts my new leotard in soaking it. “Oh good it is still here, looks like there are two pull-ups in here so that is a good thing and a pink leotard with snaps between the legs that will work better for little Miley so she has protection the next time she has an accident.” Ms. Karen says bringing over the clothes.
“The women that left this diaper bag was visiting one of our recital's so I will leave the rest of the diaper bags contents in the locker here that I will put little Mileys name on it. All the girls in class have their own locker. All the girls in my dance studio have to be potty trained before they become students here.”
I remember Ms. Karen telling me that earlier. Oh, yes so I won't have to wear this leotard and tights ever again, and mommy won't ever see me wearing this super girly outfit. But what was she talking about be using the new pink leotard that has snaps between the legs for?
“I will make an exception for little Miley since she is so talented and can show the other girls her skills. You will have to wear this new pink leotard with the snaps between your legs so we can easily change her diaper or if she needs to run to the rest room to pull her pull-up down to go potty in class while she gets re-potty trained is that okay?”
I look up at grandmother hoping she will say I am too small to do ballet, and we will come back when I am better potty trained. “I think that is so kind of you Karen to let little Miley stay in the class as long as she wears her diaper or pull-up under her leotard. I will make sure she wears a diaper for the next lesson.”
“I am so glad that you are in our class Miley. You have so much talent and look how well you did on your first lesson, how awesome you will be with more training.”
Looking up at the smiley face of Ms. Karen I don’t know what to say. I thought I had an easy way out of doing ballet now it looks like I am stuck staying in ballet. “Oh yes I can't wait until her mother gets home and see’s little Miley doing ballet. Her mother was telling me she was starting to turn into a little tomboy, but we can both see that is definitely not the case isn’t that right little Miley?”
“I agree Miley is the pitcher perfect example of a sweet little girly girl isn’t that right little one, especially once she is potty trained.” I want to cry especially now it is so obvious everyone thinks of me as a girly girl and I'm not even a real girl. It does seem like I do act like a girly girl though. “Do you need some help getting your tights and panties off sweetie or can you get your diaper on I mean you’re pretty pink pull-up on by yourself like a big girl, are you a big girl Miley?”
I take the new pink leotard with snaps between the legs and the little pull-up and I see pink plastic panties on the pile too. “Um yes I can get undressed by myself I'm not a baby even though I did go pee in my panties.” I look up at them both staring at me like I'm supposed to say something else.
“Are you sure you are a big girl and don’t need any help sweetie?” I hear grandmother saying. I look up seeing Ms. Karen staring at me also with both of them with their hands on their hips.
It is never a good sign when mommy has her hands on her hips usually means I am in trouble or I'm going to be in trouble shortly. “Yes I am a big girl I can put my own diaper on I mean pull-up on.”
“Okay sweetie we trust you now here is a package of diaper wipes so you can clean the pee off of you and get cleaned up okay? We will wait here if you need some help okay?” I take all the clothes into the bathroom stall and I close the door. I pull down my wet tights and my panties slide down with them as I stand totally naked. I see my little penis that is all shriveled up and looks more like a little acorn sticking out of me. I push the tip of my penis and it is so soft it just goes up inside of me. Oh, no what did I do? I look down and my leotard must have pulled my little balls back up inside of me now my little penis is up inside of me and I look even more girly with nothing hanging between my legs.
I want to cry so bad but I already look like a girl so what’s the difference I guess. “Here sweetie let me take your wet clothes.” Grandmother opens the bathroom stall; I stand their naked facing grandmother. I hand her my pee soaked panties, leotard and tights. “Make sure you use the baby wipes around your little girl privates.” Grandmother pointing between my legs, I look down still seeing nothing hanging between my legs, I look so much like a little girl.
The diaper wipes are cold; I start to wipe myself clean with them and tossing them into the trash. The pull-up slides up my legs easily but feels kind of thin so I guess it is good to wear the pink plastic panties over it so if I do have another accident I won't pee through my diaper and have everyone see me peeing in my panties again. Wow this leotard goes on a lot easier with the snaps between my legs. I look down seeing how big the diaper and plastic panties look bulging through the pink leotard. I walk out of the bathroom stall.
“Oh sweetie I meant for you to put your dress back on, not your new pretty leotards. Karen come look at my little girly girl granddaughter here back in her leotard.” I feel grandmother taking my hand as we walk out of the bathroom stall. I see myself in the long mirror standing next to grandmother and Ms. Karen and I look like a little toddler baby with the diaper and pink plastic panties not seen but bulging through my new baby leotard.
What is grandmother saying I didn’t have to put this leotard back on I already feel like a baby toddler having to wear a diaper that everyone can see. “Here sweetie let me help you, we can just put your pretty dress over your new leotards that you wanted to wear so much. You will have to get your grandmother to wash your new tights so you are ready for your next ballet lesson little one.” I hear Ms. Karen saying to me and to grandmother.
“Here sweetie lift your arms over your head Miley okay?” I do as I am told, and lift both my arms in the air. The next thing I feel is grandmother and Ms. Karen pulling my dress over my head and pushing my thin little arms through the puffy sleeves. “Here ya go sweetie you can wear your leotard under your dress. We can for sure tell that you want to wear your pretty leotard everywhere, for your next class you can wear your diaper, and plastic panties under your leotard like you have on now okay sweetie?”
I want to cry so bad hearing that I now have to wear a diaper and plastic panties under my leotard. This is so messed up I have to even wear a leotard, and tights but now I have to wear a diaper and plastic panties underneath. “Well we should probably take our little girly girl slash ballet superstar home so you can take care of your next class Karen”
“Yes I do have to admit little Miley here gave me quit the workout in class today. I have to tell you Miley that I haven’t done that type of split both directions like that in over ten years I didn’t think I would ever be able to do it again but watching you make it look so easy I just followed you Miley so thank you again Miley for you being you. You truly are a very special little girl.”
Yea I'm thinking to myself you are right Ms. Karen I am a very special little girl because I am really a boy in a dress. “It was a pleasure meeting you Karen and thank you for adding little Miley to your ballet class.” Grandmother says while she is smiling holding onto my little hand. I see our reflection in the mirror and I truly look like a toddler baby girl.
“Hey what are you guys doing are you just leaving without even saying good bye to your best friend Miley?” I hear Samantha saying, I turn and see her smiling at me, and standing next to her is Ms. Alice or sister Alice. “I can't believe how great you are doing ballet Miley. I am so happy you are my best friend now.”
I smile hearing Samantha saying how good I am, I never hear anything positive from anyone. I am always being teased about being small or something. I can't believe how all these girls want to be my best friends. I never had any real friends let alone any best friends when I was a boy, I mean when I was dressed like a boy. Wait that’s not either what I meant, I mean I never had any friends until I started dressing like a little girl or I guess it would be easier to say when I started dressing like a sissy girl. I guess I'm not dressed like a sissy I am dressed like a girl but I act like a sissy.
“Yes it was a pleasure meeting all of you, it is so good to be surrounded by such smiling faces away from school. Speaking of school do all of you have any plans tomorrow? I know Kelly will have baseball practice with Samantha’s daddy and the team, maybe before you can stop by the school and then drop off Kelly at practice. I know little Samantha would like to see you Miley?”
I turn and look at the real Miley smiling at me. “Yea you girly girls can hang out together while I practice baseball. You baby girls can play with your Barbie's while I practice pitching.” I hear the real Miley saying.
“Yes that sounds great Miley I will bring my Barbie's and we can play Barbie's while Ms. Alice does her walk through at the school.”
Great the last thing I want to do is play Barbie's with a little girl. On the other hand, it can't be as boring as it was watching the real Miley trying out for the team. “Yes you see I have to open the school ya know like open all the windows let it air out from the school being closed all summer. I can't believe classes already are starting next week.” We hear Ms. Alice saying.
“Oh that sounds like a good time we have no plans except Kelly having baseball practice. Miley and I can help you get the school ready Alice. Or I should say Miley will be busy playing Barbie's with Samantha and I will help you with whatever you need help with.”
I see Samantha and Ms. Alice faces light up with excitement. “That sounds great I can really use all the help I can get. Miley and Kelly there is one thing you will have to remember when we are at the school you will need to address me as Sister Alice I don’t have to remind you now do I Samantha since you are already a student at St. Mary’s?”
“No Ms. Alice I remember that when we are at school I call you Sister Alice and when you are baby-sitting me or outside of school I can call you Ms. Alice right?”
I hear Samantha trying to act all grown up and smiling at me like she is my older sister or something and I have to do as she says. “Yes that is correct Samantha.” I guess I am the little one after all, I am the one that peed their panties in front of everyone so I better not bring to much attention to myself or I will be treated like the baby I have been acting and looking like.
“Okay than that is the plan for tomorrow. Thank you again Alice from bringing us here and signing little Miley here in ballet and we look forward to tomorrow. Here is my phone number if you have a change in plans just call me and we will do plan B.” I see grandmother hand Ms. Alice her phone number and Ms. Alice handing back her phone number.
I don’t know how screwed up my life can get. I mean I have a play date with a little toddler girl and a nun, not to mention I am wearing a dress and no one will ever forget the diaper and plastic panties I am required now to wear because I wet my panties while I was wearing some pink leotard and tights.
“Okay see ya tomorrow Miley.” Samantha comes over and hugs me good bye, I try to be nice and not hurt the little girls feels so I don’t say anything just hugging her back. We finial leave the dance studio and I feel like this has been the longest day of my life. We walk slowly back to mommy's van that grandmother is driving.
Before you know it, we are back to grandmother’s house and I start to feel more relaxed. “Okay children it has been a very long day so why don’t you go upstairs and get your pajamas on and hurry on back down and I will have homemade chocolate cookies and milk for a snack before bed.
“I’ll race you Miley, even though you’re just a little girl so I will be faster than any girl.” I hear the real Miley saying. I want to prove her wrong just like I did when I was doing that ballet dance thing that I was really good at.
I feel grandmother pat my bottom. “Oh yea girls can be fast too ya no right grandmother?” I stick my tongue at the real Miley.
“That’s right girls can be as fast as boys I am sure Miley.” I stick my tongue out again at the real Miley and he starts to run up the stairs.
I start running too. “Hey Kelly you didn’t say you were going to start to run, you have to say ready, 1-2-3 go, you cheated Kelly. Grandmother tell Kelly he cheated and us girls aren’t slow.” I yell to grandmother; I follow the real Miley up the stairs. I don’t realize how girly I was talking or that grandmother was just shaking her head with me whining like the little toddler girl I must look like.
“Whatever I will give you a chance to race again little sister.” I hear the real Miley saying. “We can race who can get their pajamas on first then run downstairs for cookies and milk.”
Kelly, I mean the real Miley is trying to cheat again. “No way I have to take my dress off and then my leotard that is way more clothes then a boy has to take off no bet.” I try to pull my dress off and realize I can't get at the buttons in the back. I walk over to Kelly’s room and he is standing just in his Spiderman underwear. “Hey Kelly can you un-button the back of my dress I can't reach the buttons?”
“Sure little sister I can do that. Come over here and stop looking at me because I'm wearing only my underwear. I don’t stare at you when you’re wearing your pink diaper or when I can see up your dress when you bend over. Speaking of I watched you at ballet looking up that pretty lady’s skirt and you were staring at her panties.”
I feel the dress start to slide down my shoulders. “Here I will help you or we will never get our cookies and milk.” I start to feel Kelly I mean the real Miley pulling my dress over my head until I am just standing in my pink leotard.
“Yea homemade chocolate chip cookies too and milk to dip them in. You ever think why mommy never makes us homemade cookies like grandmother?” I am not paying any attention to her when she pulls my dress off and then kneels down between my legs and un-buttons the three snaps between my legs. I feel the leotard being pulled off of me and I am standing in my panties now, well I am standing only in my plastic panties and pull-up.
I turn and see our reflection in the mirror of me the older brother wearing pink plastic panties with dancing bears all over it that covers my diaper. I see my little sister the real Miley wear Spiderman underwear and no shirt. I look so small and how messed up is this. Before I can put too much thought into it I feel her hand me my new clothes back seeing the dress and leotard pushed in my hands.
“Here little sister take your girly clothes back to your room since I helped you get un-dressed. I need to get my pajamas on then we will race down stairs so hurry I will meet you back here when you are dressed okay little sister?” Kelly says I mean the real Miley. Wow it is getting harder to remember that she is my little sister with her being taller than me and with her having a crew cut hairstyle.
I walk back into my new room and put my new leotard on a hanger and hang it up and put it away in my closet since it's not dirty, I than toss my dress into the Landry basket. I open my dresser and I see a stack of nightgowns and I see the second one is a pink one with dancing bears all over it and matches my plastic panties so I pull that over my head and see Kelly waiting for me at my door wearing Spiderman pajamas. Thinking back before we came to grandmother’s house, if I was getting un-dressed I would have just thrown all my clothes on the floor that I just took off. I definitely wouldn’t be picking through my pajamas to match my underwear or in this case my plastic panties.
“Hey little sister when you finish your daydreaming are you ready for your big brother to beat you again racing down the stairs?”
I shake myself back to reality making a mental note not to act so girly even though it seems I am getting more and more like a girly girl. “Hey I am ready but no cheating this time. Make sure you say 1-2-3 go and then we will race to the kitchen table and the first one there gets to pick the cookies okay?”
“Sounds good to me 1-2-3 go.” I watch as Kelly runs out of my room before I even start running he is half way down the stairs.
I run as fast as I can but he is already there making a pile of the homemade chocolate chip cookies. “You cheated again I wasn’t ready Kelly. Grandmother he cheated again and started the race before I was ready. He is just a big Meany who doesn’t play fare grandmother.” I put my head down with my hand crossed across my chest in the typical little girl pouting mood.
“It will be okay sweetie. All things are possible, and everything is better with grandmother’s world famous homemade cookies. Now eat up and make sure you drink all your milk sweetie.” Grandmother says while smiling at me and I smell the cookies and start smiling too. I think she is right about anything is possible with grandmother’s cookies it really does make everything okay.
The cookies are still warm when I start dipping them into the milk and I see a chocolate chip smile on Kelly with his crew cut and chocolate chips smeared on the side of his face. He is eating them so fast like it's the last homemade cookies on the planet. Wow I have been thinking of him, I mean her as my big brother more and more but look at me no one told me to put this pretty nightgown on I just did it not to mention I picked the pretty one that matches my panties.
“Okay little ones now that your treat is done off to bed I'm going to take a nice bath make sure you go potty before bed okay?” Grandmother walks up to me and sticks her hand under my nightgown like I am a baby checking my diaper. But before I can complain her treating me like a baby I remember peeing in my panties in-front of everyone at ballet class. “Good girl no wet diaper make sure you go potty before bed.” Grandmothers turns not waiting for me to respond as she walks upstairs slowly.
I just finish my last cookie still seeing the chocolate all over Kelly’s face. “Umm I already went grandma and I am excited about my first baseball practice tomorrow.” Kelly says, I mean the real Miley says. Let's race upstairs again little sister, I bet you I can win again.”
“No I don’t think so I am actually full and don’t think I can run anywhere Kelly.” I see a smile on the real Miley when I call him, I mean her Kelly. We both walk up the stairs slowly and I hear the bathroom door shut as we get to the top of the stairs. “Oh man I needed to go to the bathroom really bad before bed, and now grandmother is in the bathroom.”
We can hear the water filling the tub from the hallway. “Well you’re wearing a diaper just use it. Grandma is going to be taking a long bath I am sure like she did last night.”
“Yea you are probably right she did take a long bath last night. But I don’t want to wet my diaper, I mean I never wet it on purpose before. I was really nervous today when I wet myself and now I need to go really bad and I don’t want to wet my pull-up and upset grandmother you heard how proud she was of me still being dry when she checked my pull-up.”
I walk into my room and the real Kelly follows me. “Well you could just pee in your diaper than change it before you go to bed and grandma won't know it's the same diaper or pull-up, right?”
“Yea that is true but I never peed in my diaper on purpose and you will probably tell grandmother if I do it.” I look at Kelly and he looks tired like he just wants to go to bed and I feel the same way but no way I can hold it that long.
Kelly sits on my bed and rubs his eyes. “Why would I tell on you it was my idea anyway I'm the one that would get in trouble. There is only one pull-up left so if I was you I would pee in your diaper now then change it in the morning so in case you have another accident while your sleeping you still have a clean diaper to change into when you wake up then grandmother won't know you peed your diaper right?” The messed-up thing is that makes sense and I am so tired I just want to go to bed.
“I'm going to bed so If you want me to help you, I will because it hasn’t been that long since I wet myself on purpose. So, do you want me to show you how to wet your diaper on purpose since you said you have never done that before.”
I shut my door and walk over to Kelly who is still wearing Spiderman pajamas and really does look more like my big brother than I did when I was the big brother. “Okay what do I have to do?”
“Okay the first thing you have to do is, hold on let me check thought I heard grandma.” I watch as he opens the door a crack and looks out and sees grandmother must still be in the bathroom. “Okay first lift up your nightgown up under your chin so I can see your panties and diaper so I know you’re doing it correct.”
Whatever I guess so I lift up my short nightgown and stare at my big brother Kelly who I guess I need to trust because at least he knows how to wet his diaper when he was little. “Okay now what do I do Kelly I mean Miley?”
“First since I am helping you need to start calling me Kelly all the time you got it or I'm not going to help you little sister?”
I roll my eyes but I guess I look and act like a little sissy girl and I forget to call him I mean her Miley anyway so no big deal I guess. “Okay whatever Kelly, you happy now what do I have to do to wet my pull-up?”
“Okay first you bend your knees as far as you can like you are sitting on the toilet and hold your nightgown up so I can make sure you are bending over squatting down.” I do as I am being told but I do feel like the pressure in my tummy feels better so maybe he is right.
I hear the water in the bathroom go off than I look back at the real Miley. “Okay that is good now just push a little bit to start yourself peeing, just close your eyes and make believe you are sitting on the toilet and you start to pee okay?”
“I guess, if you say so Kelly.” I start to feel a little bit of pee finally starting to drip into my diaper. “Oh it's working but I am only going a really little bit of pee I know I need to pee a lot more when I was standing up.”
I hear the real Miley get closer to me. “Okay if you are starting to pee a little bit you need to push real hard and that will make you pee faster I promise just push harder okay little sister?”
“Okay I guess I’ll just push harder.” I do as I am told and I push harder a little bit more. “Oh it's working I am starting to go more.”
The real Miley smiles. “Good now push with all you might before you stop peeing so you can finish going pee now hurry up before it starts going slow again okay?”
“OK, okay I will push real hard now.” I start pushing really hard now and I do start to pee more but I also feel pressure building and oh no I can't do this. I start to feel my bottom start to have pain and I can't stop it, I feel myself start to go poop in my diaper. Oh, no I can't stop pushing and I feel my diaper filling up with poop and pee.” I am still squatting down; I open my eyes seeing the real Miley smiling at me while I fill my diaper with poop.
We both turn our heads hearing the bathroom door opening, I get really super quiet and try not to make any sound while I am still squatting down with my nightgown pulled up to my chin with my back to the door, or my diapered bottom on display. I notice Kelly hide behind my bed.
“What are you doing little one?” I hear grandmother saying as she walks into my room with my back to her, I turn my head making eye contact with her while I am still squatted down. The second our eyes meet I start crying and start to pee and poop more in my diaper un-controllably. “Oh I see you are peeing in your diaper, or by the smell of things you are also going poop too. I guess you are the little baby in the family. I will be right back once I get dressed I will be back with the diaper bag.”
I am still crying when I see the real Miley stand back up next to my bed once grandmother is out of the room. “I didn’t tell you to go poop in your pull-up too, you really are a baby like grandma said hehehe.” I hear the real Miley saying as she giggles like the real girl she is. “If I was you I would get in the bathroom and take your panties and pull-up off and empty it in the toilet or grandmother is going to be treating you like the baby you look like. I wouldn’t be surprised if she come back with a baby bottle for you to drink.”
“Your right Kelly I couldn’t stop going poop it feels like my pull-up is full of poop now can you walk me to the bathroom this feels so gross with poop and pee filling my pull-up.”
I feel Kelly taking my hand, we walk even with me still slightly bent over walking with a diaper full of poop and pee inside my plastic panties.
We enter the bathroom. “Okay use your hands and pull down your plastic panties, do it fast before the pee soaks through the pull-up then it will get messy.” I let go of my nightgown and slide my plastic panties down, I step out of them.
“Okay now drag your pull-up down your legs slowly so the poop doesn’t fall out of it and make sure you stand as close or maybe even over the toilet so the poop goes in the toilet not the floor that would be super gross. I will hold your nightgown up so no poop gets on it.”
This has to be the grossest thing; I see the poop in the diaper and it is now all balled up and I dump it into the toilet flushing it immediately “Wow what happen to your little penis did it fall off into the toilet. I don’t see it or your balls anywhere. I guess you really are my little sister hehehe.” I sit on the toilet and start to wipe my bottom clean. “I'm going to bed make sure you put a new pull-up back on you because if you couldn’t stop yourself from pooping in your diaper or pull-up that means you can't control yourself very good little sister.” I watch while Miley I mean Kelly walks out of the bathroom, guess I have to call him I mean her Kelly now.
“Oh hi grandma I heard umm Miley crying, I wanted to see if I could help her. Miley is in the bathroom cleaning up from going poop in her pull-up, I'm going to bed good night grandma.” If the real Kelly only knew that I tricked him into going poop in his pull-up like the baby, he is.
Grandmother smiles at the real Miley walking out of the bathroom. “Um I'm sorry grandmother, I never had an accident like that before.”
“It's okay sweetie that’s why they call it an accident. I will buy some more diapers tomorrow and here is the last one for you. I still have some in the car from earlier but I want to have extra in the house and in the car in case you have more accidents my baby granddaughter. Now here is your pull-up but turn around so I can see you cleaned yourself really good. Now lift up your nightgown all the way up to your chin sweetie.”
I climb off the toilet flushing it, I lift up my nightgown and turn in a little circle showing grandmother I cleaned the poop of me. I am facing grandmother with my nightgown pulled under my chin and I look down between my legs and you can't see I have a penis or balls or anything. I want to cry so bad. I see grandmother handing me my pull-up. Good girl now you don’t want to stand around being all naked your big brother might come in here and see your little girl privates between your legs.”
“Okay sweetie, you are alright now so try to get a good night’s rest tomorrow will be another busy day sweetie.” I finish pulling the pull-up all the way, I take another look not seeing my baby penis or balls at all. Pulling the plastic panties up actually felt good knowing they kept me from making a mess on my floor like I did at ballet.
I walk back to my room and pull the Barbie sheets over my head and finally fall asleep in about 3 seconds I am out like a light.
(THE NEXT MORNING)
“Hey little sister are you awake yet?” I open my eyes and see Kelly jumping up and down on my bed pushing my Barbie comforter off of me. How the heck does he have so much energy this early. I just pull my head under the covers and try to go back to sleep. “Grandma asked if you are awake, and she wanted me to check your diaper and see if you are wet again. I told her you probably are and she went out to the van and brought more pull-ups inside and I put them in your new diaper bag. I love that you now have a diaper bag little baby sister hehehe.”
Oh, I wish she would shut up and maybe break her tongue or something so he can't talk anymore. Maybe I will get lucky and he will get hit in the mouth at baseball practice with a baseball, and won't be able to speak for a week. Oh, I could only be that lucky. All of a sudden I feel all the blankets are pulled off of me and the bed. Kelly jumps on me and sticks his hand between my legs and feels my diaper.
“Hey leave me alone you big Meany. I'm telling grandmother you are jumping up and down on me while I was sleeping.” I try to push him/her off of me but he is taller and stronger than me as he has me on my back feeling my diaper.
The real Miley jumps off of me and is smiling from ear to ear for some reason which is never a good thing. “Yup I was right grandma my baby sister is wet again. No poop this time though.” I hear the real Miley yelling from my doorway to grandmother downstairs. He must be crazy I can’t be wet, I put my hand between my legs feel how soaked the diaper is.
“I thought so to Kelly just have her come down and have breakfast with her wet diaper and she can get a dry one on after breakfast now both of you come on downstairs before breakfast gets cold.” We both hear grandmother saying and I slide out of bed and can't believe I wet my pull-up while I was sleeping. I must have been really tired I guess. Oh, well after breakfast grandmother said I can get rid of the wet diaper and get a dry one on.
I rub my eyes while I walk downstairs following Kelly, I mean the real Miley. “Good morning princess did you sleep well?” I continue to rub my eyes feeling so tired but the smell of French toast and bacon puts a smile on my face. Seems like the only breakfast we get from mommy is cereal and maybe toast depending if it is a weekend or workday.
“Umm yes grandmother I slept like a baby once my head hit the pillow I was out.” I watch while grandmother puts French toast on my plate and starts cutting my food up into small pieces. I notice the real Miley is cutting up hers by herself. I get ready to complain when grandmother asks if I want bacon, or sausage or both. “Both grandmother I am hungry it was a busy day yesterday I must have worked up an appetite.” I almost giggle I'm so excited to sit-down and eat a real breakfast.
The real Kelly shakes his head listening to me, he finishes cutting up his French toast. “Yea you slept like a baby and wet your diaper like a baby too, you are such a baby little sister. I am glad you have to wear a diaper or pull-up all the time now you sure embarrassed me peeing in your panties at ballet. I'm sure everyone was thinking how sad it was for me to have a baby sitter your age who still wets her panties.” I hear the real Miley and I want to cry because he is right.
“Now enough of that Kelly. Your little sister Miley had a couple accidents. Now apologize to your baby sister this very second young man.”
I look over at the real Miley smiling at me, but I'm not sure why. “Okay baby sister I am sorry I yelled at you, I am really sorry you have to wear diapers all the time now and if I can help grandma I will.” I hear Kelly, I mean the real Miley saying to me and grandmother, I feel like I am going to cry the thought of having to wear diapers all the time now and not even pull-ups but wearing real baby diapers. Oh, I hope I heard them both wrong but looking at the real Miley’s face smiling I think I'm in deep trouble.
“It is okay sweetie every little girl like you has accident’s once in a while. Your mommy called last night but with the time difference you both were deep asleep. I talked to her in detail about you Miley and your wetting your panties again.” I shake my head knowing this doesn’t sound very good so far.
I want to not cry but feel tears in my eyes. “Speaking of pull-up and diapers Miley, I am going to put you in diapers full time sweetie than after a while I will buy you more pull-ups and we will start re-potty training you again.” Oh, my god that is what she is saying.
“Your mommy agrees with me; she was actually very surprised that you have been wetting your panties uncontrollably and pooping in your diaper also. Your mommy actually thought Kelly would be the one that would have potty accidents.”
That is so messed up that she thought of me having accidents even when I was Kelly, I mean I am Kelly, but I am now Miley or act and dress like a sissy girl. “We will then put you into pull-ups then when you have to go potty you will be able to slide your pull-ups off and go potty in the toilet like a big girl.”
“For now, you will wear diapers all the time and that means using them all the time sweetie for pee and poop. I read online that it is the best way to re-potty train little girls like you sweetie. Your mommy will be calling soon with a date when she will be back, but she will continue your potty training when she gets back.
I can't believe my life is so messed up, my life can't get any worse. “Kelly your mom wanted me to ask you if you wanted to help your baby sister re-potty train she will double your allowance if you change her diapers?”
“Wow I really don’t want to change baby diapers but double my allowance is a great deal grandma.” Oh, my god I was so wrong life can always get worse, now my little sister is going to be changing my diapers.
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Mommy I don’t want to try out for baseball again! Part 7
By Princess Pantyboy
Me, Kelly 9-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old little sister
Mommy 42-years-old looks 21-years-old
Grandmother/Elizabeth(Liz)Wilmington 77-years-old acts like 100-years-old
Alice Goodyear/ Sister Alice Principle of St. Mary’s school
Samantha (Sam) 5-year old girl
Ms. Karen Dance instructor
All,
I added a few paragraphs from Part 6 so my story would be easier to read, I hope you enjoy my story. I am sure I have missed a few spelling errors an especially errors with grammar so please forgive, I am trying.
Hugs Princess
(THE NEXT MORNING)
“Hey little sister are you awake yet?” I open my eyes and see the real Miley jumping up and down on my bed pushing my Barbie comforter off of me. How the heck does she have so much energy this early in the morning. I just pull my head back under the covers and try to go back to sleep. “Grandma asked if you are awake yet, and she wanted me to check your diaper and see if you are wet again. I told her you probably are and she went out to the van and brought more pull-ups inside and I put them in your new diaper bag. I love that you now have a diaper bag little baby sister hehehe.”
Oh, I wish she would shut up and maybe break her tongue or something so she can't talk anymore. Maybe I will get lucky and she will get hit in the mouth at baseball practice with a baseball, and won't be able to speak for a week. Oh, I could only be that lucky. All of a sudden I feel all the blankets are pulled off of me and the bed. The real Miley jumps on me and moves my Barbie nightgown out of the way, she sticks her hand between my legs and feels my diaper.
“Hey leave me alone you big Meany. I'm telling grandmother you are jumping up and down on me while I was sleeping.” I try to push her off of me, but she is taller and stronger than me as she has me on my back feeling my diaper.
The real Miley jumps off of me and is smiling from ear to ear for some reason which is never a good thing for me. “Yup I was right grandma my baby sister is wet again. No poop this time though.” I hear the real Miley yelling from my doorway to grandmother downstairs. She must be crazy I can’t be wet, I put my hand between my legs, I feel how soaked the diaper is. How did I wet my diaper while I was sleeping?
“I thought so too Kelly just have her come down and have breakfast with her wet diaper and she can get a dry one on after breakfast, now both of you come on downstairs before breakfast gets cold.” We both hear grandmother saying and I slide out of bed and can't believe I wet my pull-up while I was sleeping. I must have been really tired I guess. Oh, well after breakfast grandmother said I can get rid of the wet diaper and get a dry one on. I guess a dry diaper is better than a wet diaper. I really need to tell grandmother it was an accident and I don't need diapers anymore.
I rub my eyes while I walk downstairs following Kelly, I mean the real Miley. “Good morning princess did you sleep well?” I continue to rub my eyes feeling so tired but the smell of French toast and bacon puts a smile on my face. Seems like the only breakfast we get from mommy is cold cereal and maybe toast depending if it is a weekend or workday.
“Umm yes grandmother I slept like a baby once my head hit the pillow I was out.” I watch while grandmother puts French toast on my plate and starts cutting my food up into small pieces. I notice the real Miley is cutting up hers by herself. I get ready to complain when grandmother asks if I want bacon, or sausage or both. “Both grandmother I am hungry it was a busy day yesterday I must have worked up an appetite.” I almost giggle I'm so excited to sit-down and eat a real breakfast for a change.
The real Miley shakes her head listening to me, she finishes cutting up his French toast. “Yea you slept like a baby and wet your diaper like a baby too, you are such a baby little sister. I am glad you have to wear a diaper or pull-up all the time now. You sure embarrassed me peeing in your panties at ballet. I'm sure everyone was thinking how sad it was for me to have a baby sister your age who still wets her panties.” I hear the real Miley and I want to cry because she is right.
“Now enough of that Kelly!!! Your little sister Miley had a couple accidents. Now apologize to your baby sister this very second young man.”
I look over at the real Miley smiling at me, but I'm not sure why. “Okay baby sister I am sorry I yelled at you, I am really sorry you have to wear diapers all the time now and if I can help grandma I will.” I hear Kelly, I mean the real Miley saying to me and grandmother. I feel like I am going to cry the thought of having to wear diapers all the time now and not even pull-ups but wearing real baby diapers. Oh, I hope I heard them both wrong but looking at the real Miley’s face smiling I think I'm in deep trouble.
“It is okay sweetie every little girl like you has accident’s once in a while. Your mommy called last night but with the time difference you both were deep asleep. I talked to her in detail about you Miley and your wetting your panties again.” I shake my head knowing this doesn’t sound very good so far.
I want to not cry; I feel tears in my eyes. “Speaking of pull-up and diapers Miley, I am going to put you in diapers full time sweetie, after a while I will buy you more pull-ups and we will start re-potty training you again.” Oh, my god that is what she is saying me in diapers full time.
“Your mommy agrees with me; she was actually very surprised that you have been wetting your panties uncontrollably and pooping in your diaper also. Your mommy actually thought Kelly would be the one that would have potty accidents for some reason.”
That is so messed up that she thought of me having accidents even when I was Kelly, I mean I am Kelly, but I am now Miley or act and dress like a sissy girl. “We will then put you into pull-ups then when you have to go potty you will be able to slide your pull-ups down and lift your dress up and go potty in the toilet like a big girl.”
“For now, you will wear diapers all the time and that means using them all the time sweetie for pee and poop. So, don't ask to use the bathroom. I read online that it is the best way to re-potty train little girls like you sweetie. Your mommy will be calling soon with an update when she will be back, but she will continue your potty training when she gets back.”
I want to cry so badly; I turn away from grandmother so she can't see me almost crying. The last thing I want to do is act like the baby that she is treating me like. The bummer is when I turned away from grandmother so she wouldn’t see me almost crying, I am eye to eye with the real Miley. Of course, the real Miley is smiling from ear to ear at me and looking at me up and down staring between my legs. I look down and I am squatted down, I am peeing in my diaper.
“Look grandmother the little baby is going to cry like the baby she is, and it looks like she is squatting down she is probably filling her diaper with pee and poop.”
The look on Mileys face reminds me of someone that loves getting someone else in trouble. “No I didn’t poop my diaper grandmother I only went pee. Umm I mean I am sorry for not using the bathroom grandmother, I was just so upset and I just went in my diaper.” Oh, that sounded so bad after I said it I try to stand straight up but I still wet my diaper more.
“Well at least you didn’t poop your diaper again Miley so that is a good start. I want you to be using your diaper sweetie so don't apologize. You are to use your diaper all the time until your mother and I decide to start potty training you again. All babies wet their diapers sweetie you aren’t the first and you won't be the last so no tears.”
Not knowing how to respond I wasn’t crying but the minute grandmother bent down and looked me in the eyes I started to cry. I was crying like I was a newborn baby; I am out of control just full bore crying almost screaming. I pull myself into grandmother’s bathrobe and continue to cry, but softly. I don't know how I got this screwed up, it's always me or my fault maybe I should be in baby diapers thinking to myself.
I can't believe my life is so messed up, my life can't get any worse. “Kelly your mom wanted me to ask you if you wanted to help your baby sister get re-potty trained, your mom will double your allowance if you change her diapers?”
“Wow I really don’t want to change baby diapers but double my allowance is a great deal grandma.” Oh, my god I was so wrong my life can always get worse, now my little sister is going to be changing my diapers.
Grandmother walks out of the kitchen, I see her walk into the downstairs bathroom. “Oh yes little sister doesn’t breakfast smell good? Don't you love how much good food grandma makes us compared to our mom?”
“Yea I love grandmother’s food way better than mommy's, well mommy never really made us a real breakfast like grandmother does ya no?”
I watch the real Miley staring at me while I rub my eyes now that I am more relaxed. “I just love living with grandma way more than our mom. I mean we get great food for breakfast lunch and dinner. Real food too not like when mom makes us breakfast is usually just cereal. Don't you like staying with grandmother more too little Miley?”
“Yea I do at least we have good food to eat all the time and we aren’t always stuck inside with a babysitter since grandmother is with us all the time.”
The real Miley smiles at me, I watch her look towards the hallway then back at me. “I hope our mom stays away a long time, don't you? I am so sick of babysitters too, and sure enjoy home cooked meals not like our mom makes us those frozen dinners out of a box. Yea I hope our mom stays away so we can go to school here, don't you hope mommy stays a long time so we can stay with grandmother longer and enjoy this great food?”
“Yea that would be great I can get used to eating homemade meals all the time and schools are all the same anyway so what different can these schools in this town be from our school ya know?” The real Miley looks to the hallway and then at her food smiling.
Grandmother walks in smiling at us. “I am so glad you said that Miley, and you too of course Kelly!” I turn seeing grandmother smiling at me. “I didn’t mean to ease drop on your conversation children, I wasn’t being nosey at all I just overheard you both talking while I was walking down the hallway.”
“The reason I said I was glad hearing you both are enjoying your stay here is, well when your mother called when you were both asleep she asked me a question about you both.” The real Miley and I both turn towards grandmother hearing her comments.
Oh, I wonder what grandmother is talking about, I take another bite of my French toast with the warm homemade syrup all over it. Your mommy Miley was wondering about what would happen if she didn’t finish things there in Japan before school started here.” Why is grandmother staring at me?
“You see your mother was asking me if you both are having fun here and if there were any problems. I of course told your mother that Miley has met a whole bunch of little girly girlfriends so far especially in ballet class. I think your mommy dropped the phone when I told her that you are enjoying ballet so much and had several little girly girls’ like you fighting over them being your best friend”
My mouth drops open; I look at the real Miley staring at me. “And you Kelly when I told her you got all your long hair cut off and you don't look so girly anymore. I am sorry Kelly but before you had all your long haircut off you were looking very girly looking, your mother agreed also. I told her you looked like a proper boy now almost a young man Kelly. Your mom was in such shock she asked me to take a picture of you with short hair, your mom said you look so different and grown up. Little Miley was also in the picture and your mommy said you looked so different in your pretty dress and she was so proud of you dressing like a good girl.” The real Miley smiles even more.
“Your mom was more worried about you Kelly because she said you weren’t very mature for your age. I have no clue why she said that Kelly, I actually feel the opposite. I told her that I thought you were very mature for your age it was little Miley that had some issues with not being mature at all, with her even regressing back into diapers.”
I want to cry hearing all this from grandmother because now I know how much my mommy thought about me being so immature. “Yes Miley when I told your mommy that you haven’t worn pants only dresses since you got here I think she dropped the phone again she was so surprised. Your mommy was always telling me and again on the phone last night that you have turning into a tomboy. I told her I thought it was just the opposite of that, I told your mother you are a girly girl all the way even more of a girly girl than when she was a little girl. I told her that you wouldn’t take your pretty pink leotard off after ballet class, you wore it under your dress and over your diaper and plastic panties.”
“I am actually very proud of you both and I feel the same way you both do, I hope your mommy stays longer. I know I heard you both say that several times just a few moments ago. So, when your mommy calls back I will tell her what you both said.”
Grandmother I hope won't tell her our whole conversation. “Don't worry I won't share every word you both said about liking it here better than living with your mommy. Remember your mommy is a hard-working woman trying the best she can as a single mother to raise her two wonderful children the best she way can. We love her very much don't we children?”
“Yes grandmother.” I say then the real Miley says yes grandma. “Umm do you know when mommy will call back grandmother?” I say not sure what grandmother is getting at. “Or do we know when she will call again?”
Grandmother puts her hand on my shoulder. “Don't worry my little Miley I know you miss your mommy, we all do right Kelly?” I turn looking at the real Miley.
“Umm not really grandma, I'm not trying to be mean, I love our mom I just don't miss her. Everything seems to be going better here without her and I know our mom has a very important job, and I am sure it is harder with us around. Plus, I want to make double my allowance even if I have to change my baby sister’s dirty diapers.”
I want to smack the real Miley because she is so excited about changing my diapers. I bet she would of gave money to change my diapers instead she is getting double allowance to change me, how messed up is that? “Did you hear Miley? Boys I swear all they think about is money than when they get older they think about money and girl's in that order.”
“Now Kelly I understand you want to make double allowance changing baby Mileys diapers but even when your mom gets home I am sure she will be busy and you will be able to make extra money changing her dirty diapers.”
I hear grandmother and I hope she is wrong about the diapers but with my luck I will be screwed. “Okay grandma so when mom gets home she will let me change baby Mileys diaper and put another dress on her every day?” I hear the real Miley and I start to get nervous.
“You hear that little sister when mom gets home I will be able to change your diapers and keep you in pretty dresses hehehe?” I hear Miley saying, I continue to pee my diaper hearing mommy will keep me in diapers and pretty dresses. I guess it makes sense, I mean I act like a little sissy girl anyway. What am I thinking, man what am I thinking? Even in my mind I am thinking like a little girl I need to get back to thinking like a boy. The more I think about it did I never thought like a boy? I mean all I did was complain about trying out for the one sport my dad wanted me to try out for even though I hated it.
Did I hate baseball? I mean I told everyone that I was so small that I couldn’t do good in it and everyone picked on me because I am so small. Or did I not want to play baseball because it was a boy’s sport and I didn’t want to be around all them because they think way different than me. All the boys wanted to do was to talk about sports. The boys in school; knew all the player’s names, what position they played, and what the players batting average is. I didn’t even know what a batting average was let alone what player’s names were on what teams.
“I can't wait until mom comes home seeing her little boy with his hair in pigtails and little baby girl bangs. Plus, mom will see her little special boy wearing one of my old dresses and wearing diapers. I can't tell you how many times mom said you were a special little boy I think she means little baby girl hehehe.” I hear the real Miley saying, I ignore her all she will see she is getting at me.
I go back into deep thought about not liking boys’ sports, and how much all the girls liked me in ballet. I mean all the girls were talking about being my best friend and wanting to do stuff with me. Plus, I did really good in ballet and I never even had a lesson before yesterday. Thinking about it I had a really good time in ballet until I wet myself in-front of everyone. No one teased me or anything either they were all still nice and wanted to be my friend even after I came out of the locker room cleaned up. My stupid big brother teased me later but grandmother made him apologize, wait why am I thinking of the real Miley as my big brother?
“You better eat up you two we have a big day ahead of us. When you are done put your plates in the sink and go upstairs and get changed out of your pajamas okay? Oh, and Kelly make sure Miley has a clean diaper on her.”
I watch as the real Miley gets up and puts her dish in the sink. “I am done eating grandma thanks for a great breakfast.” Wow luckily I didn’t race her I was hungry but it seemed like she was shoveling her food in his, I mean her mouth.
“I am finished breakfast too grandmother. I made all gone just like Kelly, see I am big just like Kelly.” Grandmother already started to walk away.
The walk up the stairs goes pretty slow for me because I am going to have to ask the real Miley something I thought I would never ask my little sister. Can she change my diaper for me? God my life is so un-fair. “Oh hey, umm Kelly.” The real Miley runs into me on her way to the bathroom and she is only wearing Spiderman underwear and a tee-shirt.
“Hold on little sister I have to take a piss.” The real Miley says. I can't believe how much she actually sounds like the guys in my school. I would never say I have to take a piss. I would probably say I have to use the bathroom I’ll be right back.
The real Miley walks out of the bathroom. “Hey little sis have you been taking your vitamins every day and before bed?” Oh, I forgot about the new vitamin’s mommy bought us before she left, one was for boys and the other for girl's.
“Um no Kelly, um well I guess I did say I will be calling you Kelly from now on or at least until mommy gets home. But no I forgot to take my vitamins since mommy left, is that them in your hand?” Seeing the large bottle in her hands that says boy vitamins on the outside.
I reach my hand out and take the vitamins from her. “Wow I didn’t know these ones I am supposed to take are pink colored. I thought the old ones were blue, did mommy change our vitamins?” I check again and read the bottle and they say boys on the bottle.
“Look little sister here are the ones I'm supposed to take for girl's, see they are the blue ones. I know we switched places but I will never tell grandmother that. We have to take the right vitamins so our bodies grow properly.”
I look again at the bottle of vitamins. “Okay I must be mistaken, maybe they were always pink for boys and blue for girl's.” I turn seeing an odd look on the real Mileys face.
“Yea so you better take double for a couple days, two in the morning and two at night instead of one a day okay so you get caught up?” The real Miley said.
The thought that the real Miley changed the vitamins around and put the boy’s vitamin’s in the girl's bottle, and the girl's vitamins into the boy bottle which is the ones I am now taking. “Yes your right Kelly I need all the help I can get to grow. The reason why mommy bought us our own vitamins is I needed the best vitamins I could get. These are extra heavy duty boy’s vitamins to help me grow more like a proper guy.”
“Mommy bought you extra heavy duty girl's vitamins to help you be a big girl and have your shape be more like a girl's I heard mommy saying to the pharmacy guy in the white doctor’s coat.” I say to the real Miley but she just gives me a weird smile while I take double doses of my vitamin's. I can't wait until the vitamin's the real Miley is taking do as they are designed and make her look more like a girl when she gets bigger and grows boobs. Oh, that will be great she has a crew cut and have boobs I can't wait.
I watch as the real Miley puts both our vitamins on the counter in the bathroom. “Okay little sister what were you going to ask me before I had to take a leak?” I realize I haven’t asked her about my diaper.
“Umm well, umm can you change my diaper so I can get dressed. Grandmother said you are going to do it now.” That had to be the hardest thing I ever did was to ask my little sister to change my diaper.
The look on the real Mileys face says it all, I am the baby, the little one in the family not the big strong older brother. Okay I was never big and strong, but I was the older brother, now I'm just a crying little sissy who goes potty in their diaper and wears pretty dresses. I can't believe I am depending on my little sister to change my diaper. I am now put in my place as truly the little sister the youngest in the family.
“Okay little sister get your little diaper butt into your room and take off your pretty nightgown and get on your bed and lay on your back while I find you a diaper and you pick your own plastic panties.” I want to cry so badly hearing my little sister boss me around. “Come on we have to hurry I have baseball practice and you have to go to help out at the school with grandma and sister Alice.”
I almost jump out of my skin when she says hurry. The last thing I want to do is get in trouble. Come to think of it what else can they do to make my life worse? I am already wearing a dress and my hair is all girly not to mention I am now stuck wearing a diaper and being told I am wearing it full time. I am not even allowed to use the bathroom. The last time I said my life couldn’t get any worse it did so I better not take any chances and listen to my little sister.
“Okay I will hurry.” I almost run to my new room, ok I did run no sense in making me seem more brave than I am. I run like the little toddler girl I look like. I pull off my pretty nightgown putting it on my pillow on my bed. I take a clean pair of plastic panties from my dresser, and I put them on my bed. I hop up on my bed only wearing the super girly plastic pink panties and of course underneath the very wet diaper.
The second I lay back on the bed I look towards the bedroom door and I see myself laying on the bed only wearing the plastic panties that are soaked. I look so useless it's ridiculous. I wait for the real Miley to come in and I think about how messed up my life is laying here waiting for my little sister to change my wet diaper.
“Good girl, I am glad you are ready for your diaper change my little sissy sister hehehe. Opps I giggled, I better watch that. You look so cute laying there on your bed with your legs spread apart waiting for me your big brother to change your wet diaper. Did you only pee your diaper or did you go poop in your diaper yet today?”
I can feel a tear start to roll down my eye. “No I only wet pee in my diaper I didn’t go poop Kelly?” I feel so embarrassed but I refuse to start crying.
“You mean you haven’t gone poop in your diaper yet right hahaha? I think it is so funny how you have to wear diapers all the time and have to go pee and poop in your diaper. Mom always teased you about your long hair being so girly now look at you little sister?” The real Miley is so right I hate that; I hear her not giggling like before but she laughs like a real boy.
I look away from her staring at me. “Yes I haven’t pooped in my diaper yet?” Now I feel the tears coming out, I just close my eyes trying to stop them when I feel the real Miley pulling my plastic panties down and off my legs.
“Good girl put your legs together while I take your diaper off little sister.” I feel the plastic panties sliding down my legs while I lay on my back helpless like a baby. I'm staring at the pink plastic panties now sitting next to my head on the bed.
To say how embarrassed, I feel doesn’t cover it unit I feel my diaper being pulled down. “Oh that’s right you were wearing a pull-up so you can say good bye to them and hello to these.” I look at the real Miley seeing a pink Barbie diaper in her hand with her smiling from ear to ear. I feel the cold diaper wipes cleaning around my privates.
“Hey what are you doing I didn’t go poop in my diaper, I mean my pull-up; you don't need to clean me with diaper wipes.” I actually feel good standing up to the real Miley.
Oh, no there goes that stare, I look up into her eyes. “Well little sister you have to be cleaned up like a baby or you will smell like pee from you soaking your diaper. Now hush up and let me finish this little sister.” Well that lasted long trying to act big. “Wow where is your little pee pee and your little balls? Looking between your legs sure looks like your little boy parts are trying to go back up inside your body.”
“What do you mean?” I sit up and look between my legs with the full light of my new room not the dim light of the locker room at the ballet place. “Umm yea umm I hate to admit you being right but yea it looks like they are going back inside my body. Maybe it was from the tight panties or having to wear that tight leotard that may have pushed everything up inside me from doing ballet, what do you think Kelly?”
I look up and seeing the real Mileys eyes says it all, she is happy at how I look between my legs. “Yea you might be right that leotard does go right up between your legs and when you moved around maybe it did push your little boy parts up inside your body. Look at the tip of your little penis it's almost sticking out let's see if it comes out, can I try to pull it out?”
“Yes please I don't like how it looks and seeing my penis not sticking out, it is bad enough my balls aren’t anywhere to be seen hanging down. I don't think those vitamins are working mommy bought us. I seem to not be getting any bigger if anything I feel smaller, while you’re getting even taller Miley, I mean Kelly. I know I promised I would call you Kelly until mommy came home.”
The real Miley is smiling while she stares at me. “Well maybe you should take more of the estrogen, I mean your knew vitamins and that might help you grow or do something I'm sure. Okay let me see if I can pull your little penis out of you it sure looks like it has reseated back inside you nothing is sticking out. Maybe if I push on the skin around it I will be able to get a grip on it okay; you still want me to try?”
“Yes still try Kelly, umm please anything is better than how it looks now, looks like a little acorn just inside me.” I want to cry I can’t believe I am letting the real Miley do this let alone I am asking her too.
The real Miley get closer and all I can see is the top of her head between my legs than I feel a sharp pain then another pain then I feel nothing. “Well did it work is it sticking back out Kelly?”
“Umm not exactly, let me try one more thing okay?” The real Miley doesn’t wait for me to answer as she just does it. “Wow that feels weird as I feel a pain but not like a painful pain more of a good feeling that I have never felt between my legs. “No I don't think that is going to work see little sister.”
The real Miley moves her head out of the way so I can see between my legs. “Wow I can't see anything anymore; did you push it back inside of me the tip isn’t even seen any more. How far is it inside me Kelly?”
“Well I tried pushing around the outer area of your penis but all it did was push it deeper inside you.” I watch as the real Miley slides her index finger up between my legs. I am thinking she is just point to the little hole in my body where my little penis used to hang out. Surprising me she slides her finger inside me all the way up into her hand is touching me between my legs. See look how deep it is I can't even feel it and that is how far I am inside you.”
My eyes are in shock as she pulls her finger out of me and I can't ever respond. “My middle finger is a little longer let me try and see if I can feel the tip of your little penis.” Before I can tell her no, I look between my legs while she slides her middle finger inside me all the way until it bottoms out with her hand touching me between the legs with her whole finger inside me. I feel my whole body tense up and all I can feel is me getting chills all over my body.
“No I can't feel anything more like your penis is gone. I wouldn’t stress it maybe if you take more of the vitamins like you said it might pop back out on its own. The funny thing is it looks better this way for you. Now you can be naked around the other little girl's and you will look just like them hahaha little SISTER.” I hear her use a louder tone with calling me her sister. I don’t want to complain because then she will see it bothers me and she will continue to tease even more probably.
I wish I knew why I always want to cry, seems like it started when I started taking the new vitamins that I am much more sensitive now. It is probably because the vitamins aren’t working maybe I should take more of them might work better and make a change.
“Lean back little sister you don't need to stare at your new pussy it will be there forever now hahaha.” The real Miley starts to laugh again. I can't believe no matter what she says sounds more like boy now. I lean back feeling the diaper being placed under me and I am trying my best not to cry, I feel my eyes start to water up.
I look between my legs when I hear the tape being opened, the real Miley secures my new diaper around me I start to lean up seeing how different the diaper looks on me. The diaper looks smaller and much more secure wrapped around me. The pull-up looked more like a pair of weird shorts, but now there is no doubt I am wearing a baby's diaper.
“No don't get up yet little SISTER I still need to pull your pretty plastic panties up.” The real Miley is right the last thing I want to happen is be supper embarrassed like I was at ballet when I went pee in my panties in front of everyone. The plastic panties won’t be seen under my clothes anyway and if I do have another accident the pee won't leak throw again.
I relax feeling the plastic panties being pulled up my legs, the real Miley tucks my diaper inside the them an I look down at her smiling while she finishes changing my diaper. “Okay little sister you are all done, now go get dressed I need to get ready for my first day of baseball practice yeaaaaa.” I hear Miley yelling how happy she is while she runs out of my room.
“Make sure you hurry up too Miley we are in a rush grandma said okay?” I sit up staring at myself, then I see my reflection in the mirror and the plastic panties are definitely bulging from the diaper.
I shake my head staring at myself in the mirror. “Yea okay I will hurry.” I just stand there staring into my reflection not knowing how I got to be standing in front of the mirror only wearing a diaper, a real diaper and yellow plastic panties.
“Yes you look very pretty Miley staring at yourself in the mirror but you need to get dressed so hurry okay sweetie? Do you need some help getting dressed little one?””
I roll my eyes hearing grandmother saying I looked very pretty. “Okay grandmother I will get ready I know I am wearing a diaper but I am not a baby thank you anyway.”
“Your right sweetie you are such a big girl standing there in your diaper and plastic panties hehehe.” I hear grandmother saying while giggling, she walks down the hallway.
Well I will show her I can get ready fast. I walk over to my dresser and take some socks out, bright yellow ones are on top so I put them on. I of course don't forget to fold over the top lace part of the socks but they still barely cover my ankles. I walk over to my closet and see a yellow dress with white Pokka dots all over it. I pull it over my head and can't get at the little buttons so I turn the dress around so the back is in the front then I button them up. I turn the dress around so the buttons are in the back and slide my arms through the puffy short sleeves.
“I'm ready grandmother.” I yell as I sit on my bed really fast looking for shoes. I don't see any yellow ones but I remember hearing mommy telling the real Miley long ago that black matches everything. I slide my Mary jane shoes on as quickly as I can.
I walk down stairs and sit in the chair up at the breakfast bar. “Yes you are ready that is a good girl Miley, I love the dress you picked. Your brother and I were betting, he said that you would put some jeans on to wear to help clean at the school. I knew you would find the most girly girl clothes if you had to pick them by yourself and looks like I won.” Oh, man thinking to myself I didn’t know I had a choice but it is going to be hot out today and I have been wearing dresses since we got here so what's the difference I look down sadly.
“You know what is funny Miley I know I said this before but your mommy said you were turning into a tomboy and here you are wearing the most girly dress you have and it is also the shortest of your dresses you have so be careful bending down or walking fast or everyone will see your pretty panties okay sweetie?”
I hear grandmother and I know I have to respond. “I didn’t know this was my most girly dress I own; I mean that I have. Guess I know this dress is short but umm, it supposed to be really hot today so it thought it would be more comfortable, I mean better in this heat grandmother.”
“Oh like I said Miley I think you made a great choice, I love that dress on you and when I need to buy you more dresses that is the kind I will buy. I will tell your mommy you like very short dresses with really girly girl styles the best.”
Wow if mommy heard I am wearing dresses and I prefer to wear short super girly girl dresses I don't know what she would do to me, I would be grounded for life and have to get all my hair cut off like Mileys crew cut. “Okay let's head out to the van children, Kelly make sure you have your baseball stuff and Miley don't forget your diaper bag okay?”
“Yes grandma I have my baseball glove and hat and I am ready.” I see the diaper bag sitting on the table so I walk over to it. “Do you want me to get YOUR diaper bag little sister it is kind of far on the table?”
I turn hearing the real Miley. “I may be wearing a diaper but I am not a baby you know, I can get my diaper bag myself, I mean I can get the diaper bag myself.” I say and watch grandmother and the real Miley watching me not realizing they are both shaking their heads.
“Oh yea you’re not a baby hahaha, but I can see your pretty plastic panties covering your diaper when you reached up to get YOUR diaper bag little sister hahaha.”
Hearing the real Miley teasing me I pull my short dress down but of course it just slides back up being still very short. “I told you I could get my diaper bag, I mean umm whatever, I am ready grandmother.” I see grandmother smiling at me shaking her head as she takes my hand and the three of us walk out of the house to mommy’s mini-van.
“Let me help you Miley.” Grandmother takes my diaper bag away from me and puts it in front of my car seat. Grandmother than picks me up and puts me into the Barbie's baby car seat. While she is buckling me in, I watch while the real Miley turns around in the front seat smiling at me, she sticks her tongue at me. I stick my tongue back at her. “Miley don't stick your tongue at your big brother, you be a good little girl okay?”
I am in shock; I am the one that always gets in trouble. “But grandmother he stuck his tongue at me first, and I am the one in trouble?” Grandmother turns and sees the real Miley has already turned around in her seat and is already buckled up. “You’re not in trouble Miley you just need to act like the pretty little girl you are okay sweetie?”
“Yes grandmother I will be a good girl. I mean I will be good.” I say but I hear the real Miley laughing softly so grandmother can't hear her when she shut the van door to walk around to the driver’s side.
Grandmother starts driving. “Okay children we are going to St. Mary's school before we drop you off Kelly so you will still be early okay?”
“Okay grandma I was wondering why sister Alice wanted to stop by the school before and after you drop me off, seems like a lot more driving around.”
I hate to actually agree with the real Miley but she makes sense for once. I think to myself but will never agree with Miley about anything all she is going to do is twist it around and tease me.
“Well I know little Samantha is with her so maybe she wants to give Samantha a break and come with us, either way you won't be late for practice Kelly.”
“Okay we are here already children. Kelly, can you get your little sister out and leave her diaper bag in the car in case she goes potty in her diaper while we are taking you to practice okay?”
Of course, the real Miley is smiling from ear to ear. “Yes grandma I’ll get my baby sister out for you.” I give the real Miley a dirty look and she just ignores me un-buckling my car seat. “Okay little sister hop out we are in a rush.”
“Okay I am out already.” The real Miley shuts the van door and catches up to me standing next to grandmother. Miley and grandmother both take my hands like I am a toddler. Of course, I don't complain or Miley will tease me again I am sure. Little Samantha comes running out as both of them drop their hands and Samantha gives me a big hug.
I return Samantha's smile. “How is my best friend in the whole world doing Miley?” I continue to smile as I start hugging her back, I stare at Samantha wearing her school uniform witch is a very short pleated skirt that is about six inches above her knees and a white blouse with a red tie and a light blue vest or blazer. I turn and stare at sister Alice all dressed up like a nun, or dressed like the nun she is.
“Oh I am good Samantha thanks and how come you are wearing your school uniform, today is Saturday school didn’t start yet?” I guess I thought Samantha was smaller than me because I was calling her little Samantha but she is actually an inch or two taller than is me. I had better watch what I say or she will be calling me little Miley. I guess that is what everyone calls me now anyway so it wouldn’t matter much anyway.
We both continue to smile as we break our hugging. “I can answer that little Miley, whenever the students are at the school they have to wear their school uniform no matter if they have classes or if they are just helping out like today.”
“How are you sister Alice? I am guessing I need to call you sister Alice when you are in your nun clothes? Am I allowed to hug you like a normal greeting or is that not showing of respect?” Grandmothers says while smiling at her.
I turn hearing grandmother talking to sister Alice. “To be honest Liz I have become very attached to you and your family and I consider you a close friend so close friends can hug. But thank you for calling me sister Alice that is definitely required right little Samantha?”
“Yes sister Alice.” I hear Samantha say when she looks back at me. Samantha looks at me up and down like I look like I am an alien or something. “Miley that is a very pretty dress but if you come inside you will have to wear a school uniform too okay?”
The real Miley looks at me then back at Samantha. “Oh yes little sister you better get your little school uniform on. I am sure you will look very pretty in a tiny skirt like Samantha’s since you like such short skirts anyway.” Kelly teases me and stares at Samantha then at me.
“I wouldn’t get such an attitude young man if I was you because you also will need to get the boys school uniform on.” I smile hearing sister Alice putting the real Miley in her place for once.
Both Samantha and I stick our tongues at the real Miley and I finally feel like I have support going against her. “But I am not staying I have to, umm go to baseball practice sister Alice.” Samantha and I both look back at sister Alice to respond.
“You are completely right young man but if you, and your little sister start school here next week we will need your correct sizes for your new uniforms. I want you to go with Samantha she will show you the uniform room and try on a full school uniform. When you are dressed come out here with the girl's is that understood young man?”
The real Miley is not happy. “Hehehe.” I giggle seeing Miley being escorted inside the building, feels good seeing her put in her place.
“What are you waiting for young lady that means you too Miley, you can't just stand there giggling at your big brother you need to get a school uniform on to so hop to it.” Sister Alice says while smiling at me and grandmother.
I follow Samantha and the real Miley into the school. “Hey you guys wait up for me I have small legs ya know I can't walk as fast as you.” I say almost running to catch up to them. I didn’t know how hard it is to run in a dress and diaper, okay to be honest it's the diaper that is slowing me down.
“Okay that is the door for the boy’s uniforms Kelly, so try one on and then come back out, sister Alice’s office is right behind us okay? Miley and I are going in here which is the girl's uniform room and she will try hers on and we will meet you after.”
I watch as the real Miley gives me a look like she is excited about trying her uniform or she is excited about me having to try mine on. “Come on Miley let's try to beat him.” I feel her take my hand and pull me through the doorway.
“Are you kidding boys get dressed way faster than us girl's Samantha. I do need help with these buttons on the back of my dress, if you can help me it will go faster.” Samantha smiles at me and puts a pile down next to the bench I and standing near. “I have to wear everything that is in the pile Samantha?”
I feel her un-buttoning the back of my dress. “Yes you will get used to it just like all us girl's do. I used to not like uniforms when I started school but it makes it easy to get dressed every morning because you don't have to figure out what to wear because you wear the same clothes every day.”
“Okay your pretty dress is un-buttoned, let me help you pull it over your head. You can leave your black Mary jane shoes on because they are part of the school uniform but now that I see your yellow socks they will have to be changed for the light pink that are part of the uniform.” I feel Samantha pull my dress over my head, I mean the dress I'm wearing. What am I thinking it is my dress no one else in my new house wears little girl's dresses but me?
I seat down not realizing I am almost naked only wearing my plastic panties and diaper. Samantha pulls my shoes off and slides my yellow socks off and puts the light pink socks on. I watch as she folds the lace edges over barely covering my ankles. “I used to have the same plastic panties when I was wearing diapers, I would have to say this pair was my favorite plastic panties, are they your favorite too?”
“Yea I guess so I did pick them, usually grandmother picks whatever she wanted me to wear, but today I picked my outfit so I guess they are my favorite.” Did I just admit that I actually have a favorite pair of baby’s plastic panties, oh my god I am so screwed up I need to get a grip?
I watch while Samantha puts my shoes going back on and I look back down and I now have light pink socks on and my regular black Mary jane shoes. “Okay lift your arms up you need to put the light pink camisole on then the blouse.” I do as I am told not realizing a little toddler girl is getting me dressed. “Good girl you stand up and slide your skirt on while I fix your tie and put your blazer on.”
“Okay I guess.” I take the plaid skirt from Samantha and I never put a skirt on before but I am not going to tell her. The skirt just looks like a pair of shorts but with no leg holes in it and a zipper. I step into it and pull the short skirt up my legs and I feel Samantha pull my skirt around and she zip’s me up. I'm glad she did that because I would have had the zipper in the front like pants.
Samantha steps away after she turns me around to face the full mirror and the reflection takes my breath away. I have been wearing dresses since I got here so it should be no surprise but wow I really look like a little school girl now. You can't even tell I am wearing a diaper which is surprising since this skirt is a so short.
“Yes I think an extra small fit you just perfectly Miley. I wear a size bigger, a small but you look great. We look almost like twins hehehe, or me as the big sister and you as my little sister.”
I try not to think about this little girl thinking she is my big sister were as I'm not even a girl let alone her sister. On the other hand, when grandmother seen me naked in the locker room at ballet she thought I was a girl. When the real Miley was changing me and I seen my little penis went back inside my body with my balls maybe I am turning into a girl. oh, I hope I’m am wrong but that makes sense.
“Okay you look perfect especially with your hair in pigtails like me, most girl's in our school keep their hair in pigtails it is much easier plus it's not hot on your neck when you keep your hair down, ya know what I mean Miley?”
I feel Miley take my hand not waiting for me to respond, we walk back into the hallway and there is the real Miley wearing black shoes dress pants and dress shirt a red tie and a sports coat. “Wow don't the two of you look so special.” We turn hearing grandmother.
“Both of you stand next to each other and let me get a picture of you two. Sorry Samantha next time you can be in the picture sweetie. I just stand there not wanting her to take a picture of me as the real Miley walks up and stands next to me.
I look up at the real Miley smiling at me. “You look so pretty in your school uniform little sister.” I look at her because I want to hit her with a truck because she gets me so angry.
“Oh that was very sweet of your big brother to say Miley that you look so pretty in your new school uniform.” Great now I'm supposed to thank him for teasing me she has to be kidding. “Okay look this way children.” We both look forward at grandmother then I notice she is taking a picture of us. “Say cheese and smile.”
Grandmother takes several pictures in about 3 whole second now there is living proof that I am wearing girl's clothes at least no one can see I am wearing plastic panties and a diaper underneath. I will have to get at grandmother’s cell phone when she isn’t looking and delete those pictures before anyone sees them especially mommy.
“Oh yes the pictures came out just lovely come take a look at them children.” The real Miley almost jumps over me to look at the pictures, I walk slowly to grandmother as she shows me the pictures and sure enough I look like a little school girl and the real Miley looks like any other boy you would see.
I look back up at grandmother and wonder what she is doing. “Hold on a second then I want to take a picture of Miley and her new best friend Samantha.” I turn and see Samantha smiling not sure if she is smiling because we are getting our picture taking together or if it is hearing grandmother saying she is my best friend, but I guess she is. Samantha is my only friend except for the other girl's in ballet that all wanted to be my best friend too.
“Here almost done I am just sending a text to your mother with this picture and now I am done.” I am in shock I hope and pray I heard her wrong.
Samantha stands next to me smiling. “What did you say grandmother.” I feel Samantha hugging me she is so excited.
“Miley I just wanted to send that picture of you and Kelly wearing your school uniforms, well I should say if your mommy wants to send you here. Hopefully when she sees that picture of you both when she calls tonight she will say sign you both up to go to this school than you will both be wearing those school uniforms every day for class.”
All I heard was she sent that picture to mommy of me wearing a little girl's school uniform with my hair in pigtails and short baby bangs with pink lace socks and Mary jane shoes. I try not to cry but all I can do is wet my diaper thinking about mommy seeing the picture of me looking like a little school girl.
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Mommy I don’t want to try out for baseball again! Part 8
By Princess Pantyboy
Me, Kelly 9-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old little sister
Mommy 42-years-old looks 21-years-old
Grandmother/Elizabeth(Liz)Wilmington 77-years-old acts like 100-years-old
Alice Goodyear/ Sister Alice Principle of St. Mary’s school
Samantha (Sam) 5-year old girl
Ms. Karen Dance instructor
All,
I added a few paragraphs from Part 7 so my story would be easier to read, I hope you enjoy it. I am sure I have missed a few spelling errors an especially errors with grammar so please forgive, I am trying.
Hugs Princess
I feel Samantha un-buttoning the back of my dress. “Yes you will get used to it just like all us girl's do. I used to not like uniforms when I started school but it makes it easy to get dressed every morning because you don't have to figure out what to wear because you wear the same clothes every day.”
“Okay your pretty dress is un-buttoned, let me help you pull it over your head. You can leave your black Mary jane shoes on because they are part of the school uniform but now that I see your yellow socks they will have to be changed for the light pink that are part of the uniform.” I feel Samantha pull my dress over my head, I mean the dress I'm wearing. What am I thinking it is my dress no one else in my new house wears little girl's dresses but me even though I am a boy?
I seat down not realizing I am almost naked only wearing my plastic panties and diaper. Samantha pulls my shoes off and slides my yellow socks off as well, she puts the light pink socks on me like I am a toddler. I watch as she folds the lace edges over barely covering my ankles. “I used to have the same plastic panties when I was wearing diapers, I would have to say this pair was my favorite plastic panties, are they your favorite too Miley?”
“Yea I guess I did pick them, usually grandmother picks whatever outfit she wanted me to wear, but today I picked my own outfit so I guess they are my favorite.” Did I just admit that I actually have a favorite pair of baby’s plastic panties, and that I picked this dress I am wearing? Oh, my god I am so screwed up I need to get a grip?
I watch while Samantha puts my shoes back on and I look back down and I now have light pink socks on and my regular black Mary jane shoes. “Okay lift your arms up you need to put the light pink camisole on then the blouse.” I do as I am told not realizing a little toddler girl is getting me dressed. “Good girl can you stand up and slide your skirt on while I fix your tie and put your blazer on?”
“Okay I guess.” I take the plaid skirt from Samantha and I never put a skirt on before but I am not going to tell her. The skirt just looks like a pair of shorts but with no leg holes in it, but has a zipper. I step into it and pull the short skirt up my legs and I feel Samantha pull my skirt around and she zip’s me up. I'm glad she did that because I would have had the zipper in the front like my shorts, or my old shorts I should say.
Samantha steps away after she turns me around to face the full-length mirror and the reflection takes my breath away. I have been wearing dresses since I got here so it should be no surprise but wow I really look like a little school girl now. You can't even tell I am wearing a diaper which is surprising since this skirt is a so short.
“Yes I think extra small fits you just perfectly Miley. I wear a size bigger, a small but you look great. We look almost like twins hehehe, or me as the big sister and you as my little sister.”
I try not to think about this little girl thinking she is my big sister were as I'm not even a girl let alone her sister. On the other hand, when grandmother seen me naked in the locker room at ballet she thought I was a girl. When the real Miley was changing me and I seen my little penis went back inside my body with my balls maybe I am turning into a girl. Oh, I hope I am wrong but that does makes sense.
“Okay you look perfect especially with your hair in pigtails like me, most girl's in our school keep their hair in pigtails it is much easier plus it's not hot on your neck when you keep your hair down, ya know what I mean Miley?”
I feel Miley take my hand not waiting for me to respond, we walk back into the hallway and there is the real Miley wearing black shoes, dress pants, and dress shirt, a red tie and a sports coat. “Wow don't the two of you look so special.” We turn hearing grandmother.
“Both of you stand next to each other and let me get a picture of you two. Sorry Samantha next time you can be in the picture sweetie.” I just stand there not wanting her to take a picture of me wearing this school girl uniform, the real Miley walks up and stands next to me.
I look up at the real Miley smiling at me. “You look so pretty in your school uniform little sister.” I look at her because I want to hit her with a truck because she gets me so angry.
“Oh that was very sweet of your big brother to say to you Miley that you look so pretty in your new school uniform.” Great now I'm supposed to thank him for teasing me she has to be kidding. “Okay look this way children.” We both look forward at grandmother then I notice she is taking a picture of us. “Say cheese and smile.”
Grandmother takes several pictures in about 3 whole seconds, now there is living proof that I am wearing girl's clothes at least no one can see I am wearing plastic panties and a diaper underneath. I will have to get at grandmother’s cell phone when she isn’t looking and delete those pictures before anyone sees them especially mommy.
“Oh yes the pictures came out just lovely come take a look at them children.” The real Miley almost jumps over me to look at the pictures, I walk slowly to grandmother as she shows me the pictures and sure enough I look like a little school girl and the real Miley looks like any other school boy you would see.
I look back up at grandmother and wonder what she is doing. “Hold on a second then I want to take a picture of Miley and her new best friend Samantha.” I turn and see Samantha smiling not sure if she is smiling because we are getting our picture taking together or if it is hearing grandmother saying she is my best friend, but I guess she is. Samantha is my only friend except for the other girl's in ballet that all wanted to be my best friend too. Did I just say in my head like the other girl's? Man, I am thinking of myself as a girl.
“Here almost done I am just sending a text to your mother with this picture and now I am done.” I am in shock I hope and pray I heard her wrong.
Samantha stands next to me smiling. “What did you say grandmother.” I feel Samantha hugging me she is so excited.
“Miley I just wanted to send that picture of you and Kelly wearing your school uniforms. I should say if your mommy wants to send you here, then they would be your school uniforms. Hopefully when she sees that picture of you both wearing your cute school uniforms she will see how happy you both are. And when she calls tonight she will say sign you both up to go to this school than you will both be wearing those school uniforms every day for class until you graduate out of high school in 10-12 years.”
All I heard was she sent that picture to mommy of me wearing a little girl's school uniform with my hair in pigtails and short baby bangs with pink lace socks and Mary jane shoes. I try not to cry but all I can do is wet my diaper thinking about mommy seeing the picture of me looking like a little school girl.
“Liz if you want to take Samantha with you while you drop off Kelly that will be no problem. I am sure she would love spending more time with Miley.” Turning I see Samantha smiling from ear to ear at me. “Of course both you girl's will have to wear your school uniforms to drop Kelly off at practice because that is a school event.
That is not a good thing having to wear this little school girl's uniform out in public. “Oh yes I think you look so pretty in your new school girl uniform Miley. Sister Alice is super nice; I really hope mommy lets us stay here and go to school with sister Alice, don't you?” I am thinking not just no but HELL NO I don't want to go to school wearing a girl's uniform for the rest of my life, but if I say no in front of sister Alice she will be upset I am sure. I guess it is only a small lie if I tell her I want to go here to this school no one else will no.
“Kelly you can go back in the boy’s bathroom and change out of your school uniform. You can hold onto it in case your mom says you can attend St. Mary's school okay?”
The real Miley is smiling wearing the boys school uniform. “Yes sister Alice I had better hurry so I'm not late for baseball practice.” The real Miley runs off back into the restroom to change. I notice grandmother and sister Alice are both staring at me since I never responded to the real Mileys comments about how nice sister Alice is and hoping we both can go to school here.
“Umm yes I agree with, umm Kelly I like sister Alice too and would love to go to school here.” Samantha smiles with grandmother and sister Alice and little Samantha comes over to me and hugs me like a bear hug trying to break my spine.
The real Kelly comes out of the restroom carrying a bag with guessing has his school uniform in it. He is watching us hugging and sees the adults smiling. “What did I miss everyone is smiling. I put my school uniform in this bag in case I need to wear it again for school Monday.”
“Little Miley was just answering your question Kelly after you made the statement of how nice sister Alice is and that you hoped you and your little sister Miley would be going to school here. Miley tell us again so your big brother hears you sweetie.” Grandmother says aloud.
Oh, god I can't believe I have to say this lie again especially in front of the real Miley. “Umm I was just saying Kelly that umm, yes I agree with. Umm, I like sister Alice too and would love to go to school here.” I turn seeing a red light blinking on grandmothers iPhone which means she just recorded me like in a movie.
“That was so sweet Miley, I just made a little two-minute movie with you explaining that you want to go to St. Mary’s school.” I need to get at grandmother’s cell phone and figure out how to delete that video of me saying all those lies.
The real Miley is just grinning so wide when she looks at me. “I am ready grandmother to go to practice. I am glad little Miley wants to stay and go to school here too.”
“I am glad too Kelly but let me just send this short video to your mom in Japan. I know she has been really concerned about if she can't get back in time for school what she would do. I want her to see that you both want to go to St. Mary's school.” I get all kinds of nervous not believing what is happening. “I know your mommy especially concerned about Miley being so young not returning to the same school that her big brother has been going to.”
The real Miley pats me on the back and it scared me and I noticed that I was peeing in my diaper I didn’t even realize I started too pee. I don't even try to stop peeing hearing grandmother talking more. “Yes we will have a lot to say to your mommy Miley when she calls tonight. Okay let's all go and we will be back shortly sister Alice if you need us to pick something up on our way back just give me a call okay?” grandmother says to sister Alice who is also smiling.
“Okay I will see you girl's in a little bit. Samantha, you be good for Ms. Liz and help little Miley be good too.” Great sister Alice actually thinks little baby Samantha is going to make me behave. What am I saying Samantha isn’t the baby I am the one wearing a diaper and plastic panties I guess I am the baby. This is so messed up the more I think about it. I lift my hand up and grandmother takes my hand and Samantha takes grandmothers other hand while we leave the school heading to the van.
My life is getting totally out of control. “What are you thinking about Miley you look deep in thought? Did you wet your diaper again from getting so excited about maybe going to school with me?”
“Um no Samantha I didn’t wet myself from excitement about going to your school.” Wow that sounded like I admitted I went pee in my diaper just not from being excited. I had better change the subject before grandmother checks my diaper. “Umm I know your daddy is the baseball coach Samantha but how long do practices usually last?”
Samantha looks me in the eyes and smiles. “Don't worry practice is usually two hours so we will have a lot of time to play with our Barbie's.” Samantha says sounding very excited. “Maybe my daddy can bring Kelly back to St. Mary's when practice is over so we have more time to play with our Barbie's.” I hear Samantha's suggestion and it seems the longer I am with her the more I act like a little girl. What am I thinking I am acting like a little toddler girl peeing in my diaper?
“Great that will be cool to not be surrounded by girls for two hours.” The real Miley says when he overheard Samantha telling me how long practice is usually.
Before I can say anything about him overhearing our conversation we pull into the parking lot by the baseball fields. “Yea we are here, looks like we aren’t even close to being late. Looks like the only one here is the coach and some other player.”
“You are right Kelly that is my daddy and my big brother Steve. You will like him he is just like you loud and very talkative.” We all pile out of the van, I forgot I was wearing the little school girl skirt until the wind is blowing our skirts up as Samantha and I are running towards her daddy.
We stop right next to her daddy when Samantha let's go of my hand and hugs her daddy's leg. “Hi daddy you remember my best friend in the whole wide world Miley?” I look up at her dad and see how big he is like a football plyer.
“Of course Samantha this is little Miley. How are you today little girl? I see you and Samantha are already wearing yours school uniforms.” It is still weird when someone calls me a little girl you would think I would be used to it since the moment we arrived at grandma’s house that is all anyone calls me. I know I am wearing a skirt or to be more accurate a school girl's uniform. I know the real Miley is a girl but if she was wearing this uniform she would look like a boy wearing a girl's school uniform.
I shake myself free of being deep in thought and smile at Samantha's daddy. “I am fine sir than you for asking.” I feel Samantha hugging me again.
“Well that is a good think little Miley. Did your big brother come with you for practice? I guess I don't need you to answer that, I think he is running over to us now.” Both Samantha and I turn around seeing the real Miley running up to us carrying his baseball glove.
The real Miley is smiling from ear to ear. “Hi coach, maybe we should put my little sister and her friend Samantha on the team they run like lighting supper fast hahaha.” I hear the real Miley saying and she sounds more like a boy the more I listen to her. I guess I am sounding, acting and looking more like a girl and she is sounding, acting and looking more like a boy.
“Well I like your new haircut Kelly you look much better with a crew cut than you did with your old long hair in that girly ponytail. Plus, if you go to St. Mary's all the boys have to have short haircuts anyway so you made a good choice young man getting all that hair cut off.”
Wow if I went to St. Mary's as a boy I would have to have all my long haircut off too if they knew I was really a boy. Mommy would sure like that. I play with one of my pigtails ignoring the real Miley talking to his coach. “Steve come over here and warm up Kelly pitching. I need to talk to his grandmother okay?”
“Sure dad. I mean coach.” Samantha and I watch her big brother runs over to the catcher’s spot and Samantha waves to him. “Hi shrimp is that your new best friend in the whole wide world you won't stop talking about at home?” The coach gives Steve a dirty look. “I mean Samantha is that your new friend?”
Both of us hear him correct himself when he called Samantha a shrimp. Seeing the look their daddy gave him sure made him correct himself super-fast. “I'm not a shrimp by the way look I'm taller than Miley you big Meany.” Samantha says sticking her tongue at her big brother. Hehehe, I start giggling softly watching them.
“I wouldn’t be laughing to loud little sister Samantha is right she is taller than you, little squirt hahaha.” I stick my tongue at the real Miley. Then I realize I am acting like a little toddler girl just like Samantha.
Samantha and I start walking over to the swing sets as my grandmother walks up to the coach. “Miley when will your mommy be coming back? Is she pretty like you?” I hear Samantha ask me two questions real fast out of no-where.
“Umm yea my mommy is very pretty and I don't know when she will be coming back from working in Japan.” I see Samantha looking down sadly for some reason. “Why do you ask Samantha?”
I look closer at Samantha and she looks like she is going to cry. “Well my mommy is real pretty too but she doesn’t live with us anymore.” Oh, wow that explains why she has sister Alice as a babysitter. “I miss my mommy a lot, she moved away and I remember she looked real pretty, I miss going clothes shopping with her. I can't wait to meet your mommy I bet she is real pretty and plays with you when you play Barbie's and plays outside with you too right?”
“Umm oh wow I didn’t know that about your mommy. Umm yea you would like my mommy she is a lot like you a girly girl hehehe. I can't wait until she comes back from Japan, I know I told you she is there on business. I miss her a lot, seems like life has changed so much since she is gone I don't know how it will be when my mommy finally comes home.”
I look at Samantha her asking if my mommy ever played Barbie's with me, I can't lie that would be rude. I know she is a little girl but she conceders me her best friend, or like she tells everyone her best friend in the whole wide world. If I tell her the truth that I never played with Barbie's with my mommy she would know I wasn't a girl and she would cry I am sure.
“Umm my mommy never played Barbie's with me, she always works a lot, like now and she is away. So, I play with my little sister, I mean my big brother Kelly.” I play with one of my pigtails nervously.
I turn and saw Samantha playing with her hair also. I wonder if I'm acting girly because I saw her playing with her long pretty hair or if she is copying me. Or maybe we are both just super girly and we are just playing with our own long hair because that is what little girly girl's do. Oh, I sure hope it is not the last thought that I really am a girly girl, or girly sissy boy.
“Ya know what would be funny Miley? Since I don't have a mommy anymore and you don't have a daddy anymore wouldn’t it be cool if your mommy also became my mommy and my daddy became your daddy hehehe.” I hear Samantha giggling and I look over at her dad who is more the size of a bear than a man. If he was my new dad I would be down at the barber shop the same day getting a crew cut like his other son.
The thought of all my hair get cut off makes me daydreaming and I don't notice grandmother walking up to us. “Girl's what are you two doing? Little girl's just playing with your long pretty hair giggling.” Samantha smiles and I start to smile too seeing her smiling. “Why don't you two go play on the playground while I talk to your brother’s coach.”
“I'll race you Miley, I bet I am faster than you. We are both wearing school uniforms so it will be a fair race. Our skirts are really short but there aren’t any boys that will see us when are panties are seen.” I hear her whisper in my ear. Ready 1-2-3 run.”
Samantha takes off like a lightning bolt, I start to run too. “Look at our two sisters Kelly do you think they know that they are showing the whole world their panties as they run in their school uniforms.”
“Steve, yea girls are weird dude who can figure them out. I know my little sister Miley is a girly girl couldn’t tell you the last time I seen her wear pants, or shorts. She is always wearing skirts and dresses.”
“Yea my baby sister Samantha is the same way, hey dude is your little sister wearing a diaper? I can see Samantha's panties when she runs and it looks like your little sister is wearing plastic panties?”
“Yup I guess I should be calling Miley my baby sister like you do your sister since she is wearing diapers hahaha. Okay you ready to start? I will start with slow pitches.”
Grandmother walks up to the coach. “Hi coach how are you doing today?”
“I am doing well ma’am, you are looking rather nice today if I may say?”
Grandmother smiles and I am watching her from the playground of course little Samantha beat me again. How can this little girl beat me at everything I do? Maybe the real Miley is right I am a sissy boy. Well I guess a sissy girl wearing these clothes.
“Well you are too sweet coach. We came early so I could ask you a few questions if you don't mind?” I stop and watch while the coach puts his hand across his chest like it is a serious conversation.
The coach smiles. “Sure thing ma'am, what is it I can help you with?” The coach is smiling at grandmother as she starts talking.
“Well coach I don't know if you realize or not but my daughter who is Kelly and Mileys mom is out of the country on business. My question to you is, when my daughter comes back from Japan will Kelly be able to stay on your team? Because their house is in LA county and I live here in orange county here in Huntington beach.”
The coach looks in deep thought. “I am sorry Liz but the school districts decide what regions the kids can play baseball. So, he would have to try-out for the team back in his district. Unless he lived here and went to school here. I hope he stays here because he is going to be our star pitcher if he lives here.”
“I will make sure I bring that up when my daughter calls tonight. Did I tell you my pretty daughter is also very single and you know both her wonderful children? Not to be to personnel coach but I know Alice told me you are also single and haven’t dated since your ex left or since you became a single dad?”
The coach looks down kind of sadly. “No this is a small-town Liz and everyone knows everyone else’s business I am sure you know from you living here for your whole life. I have spent all my waking hours trying to be a good dad to my three kids and it isn’t an easy task. I wouldn’t know what to do without sister Alice in our lives helping me with having two girls’ which I have no clue how to raise. Her helping with Samantha makes it easy for me to be the baseball coach and her helping with my older daughter as well.”
“What the heck happen?” I look around and I can't believe were I am. What the heck is going on as I rub my eyes trying to clear the visions in front of me that shouldn’t be there. I look at the woman pushing her baby in her stroller and looking at the stores as she walks by us.
Rubbing my eyes, It must be whatever I don't know. “What is the matter Miley? You look weird, no offense.” I continue walking in the mall watching my grandmother and sister Alice window shopping. “Are you sure you are okay? I mean one second you are okay the next second you look like you seen a ghost. Are you okay Miley?”
“What are we doing in the mall? Yea I know looking around I can see we are in the mall with my grandmother and sister Alice, and they are laughing and looking in the store windows. Samantha is staring at me like I just landed here from another planet but wow what is going on?
I look around and she is right we are in the mall. “Umm yea umm, I am alright I think I was out in the sun to much today Samantha.” I look down and I am still wearing my school girl uniform, oh know I mean the school uniform sister Alice made me wear to help out at her school. Samantha is still staring at me but she is also wearing the same clothes so umm did I blank out I rub my head.
“Are you sure you are okay Miley you look weird and it looks like you are starting to sweat.” I listen to her and she is right putting my hand on my forehead I can feel I am sweaty.
I look around and everything looks normal in the mall except that my mind is freaking out not even knowing that I am at the mall or why I am at the mall with Samantha and staring at grandmother and sister Alice laughing while they chat looking in the windows we walk slowly through the mall.
“Yea, yea I am okay Samantha, I mean I guess.” Looking around I feel like I am missing something, but everyone looks like they are in slow motion. I blink my eyes and rub my eyes again.
Samantha takes my hand like she is scared. “I need to go potty. Will you come with me Miley?” I hear her and I am not too crazy about going into the girl's restroom but again I do look like a little girl.
“You girls can't use the bathroom by yourselves I will go with you both.” Grandmother says over hearing Samantha's bathroom request. I'm not too thrilled going into the girl's bathroom but I look more girly than the real girls me wearing this super girly school girl uniform. “Alice the girl's need to use the restroom.”
We wait for sister Alice to respond while I watch Samantha crossing her legs doing the potty dance. “Okay you take them inside I will wait her and look at the pretty dresses in this store window unless you need some help?”
“No we are fine enjoy yourself, we will be right out.” We continue to walk in the women’s bathroom with grandmother holding both our hands. “Okay girl's do you need help or will you be okay?”
I watch as Samantha pushes the bathroom stall open. “No ma’am I will be fine.” I look up to grandmother and I push the next door open and see the stall is empty.
“Umm no grandmother I will be fine too I'm not a baby.” I see a look on her face like maybe I shouldn’t have said that. I hope grandmother doesn’t think I am being disrespectful. I turn and close the stall door and I lift my school girl skirt up and I pull my plastic panties, and pull-up down to below my knees. I sit on the toilet and I try to go potty and I look between my legs to see if my little penis and balls have come back out. I stare at myself and all I see is a little slit, which is from when she pushed my little penis back inside my body.
I start to get nervous and I see it looks real I have no more boy parts between my legs. I push my finger inside hoping I will feel my balls or penis and nothing. Closing my eyes, I can't believe it I am a girl now. “Are you done yet Miley I am standing out here waiting?”
“Umm yea I think so.” I stand back up getting my pull-up on and plastic panties up making sure the panties completely cover my diaper. The last thing I want is anyone to see my diaper. I pull my skirt down and stare at Samantha smiling.
Grandmother cleans her hands at the sink. “Did you go potty Miley?” I look down feeling sadly from me being rude to grandmother and finding out I don't have any boy parts between my legs now I am still in shock.
“Umm no grandmother I couldn’t go potty at all.” I look up at grandmother and I notice I am starting to wet my diaper an I am talking to grandmother.
Oh, man I can't believe I am wetting my diaper now after I just tried to go potty I really am a baby. “Did you at least try to go sweetie?” I want to cry but am not going to tell her I just soaked my diaper while we are talking. We walk out of the bathroom all three of us holding hands.
“Yes grandmother I really did try to go potty.” Leaving out the details that I am now soaking my diaper with pee will we are talking; I concentrate and I stop wetting my diaper. “Oh my god is that mommy.” I see mommy walking over to us kissing Samantha’s daddy the baseball coach. Oh, man mommy is going to see me wearing a dress with my long hair looking all girly and everyone thinks I am a girl and the movie and pictures grandmother sent her she seen me oh know what am I going to do?
Oh, know I thought mommy was going to call us tonight. I guess she surprised us. I get so scared her seeing me dressed like this I start to flood my diaper with pee and I feel my tummy get all twisted up and I am squatting down pooping in my diaper filling it up as I cry. Mommy comes up to me and kneels down in front of me in her short skirt and I can see her panties underneath clear a day. I feel mommy put her hands on my shoulders looking into my eyes.
“Are you okay sweetie, did you not make it to the bathroom quick enough and you peed your diaper again sweetie?” I feel mommy’s hand going up underneath my short skirt. “Yes you are soaked and by the smell of it you made a mess in your diaper. Let’s go in the girl’s bathroom and get you changed sweetie it is okay everyone has accident especially little girl's.”
Mommy takes my hand after she kisses the coach on the lips, and takes my diaper bag from grandmother. “I am so sorry mommy, I mean look at me. I missed you so much mommy, and I love you don't be mad at me.” I point to the super girly school girl uniform I am wearing. I feel mommy pick me up and put me next to the diaper bag on the changing table in the bathroom.
“I am not mad at you sweetie let us just clean you up and we can go back to shopping okay?” I feel mommy pulling my plastic panties off and then I feel mommy taking my pull-up off. “Wow you really had to go sweetie, next time don't wait so long if you feel like you have to go potty tell me or another adult and we will take you to the bathroom okay sweetie?”
I feel mommy using diaper wipes and cleaning me up. Mommy drops my icky diaper into the trash can next to us. “Here sit up a little bit and see how clean you are now sweetie so you don't have to cry anymore okay?” I sit up and look and sure enough I am all cleaned up and I look to see if my little balls and penis are clean and there gone. All that is there is a little slit were my penis used to be, oh know I am a real girl, and mommy sees it too. How did that happen? I lay back.
“See sweetie you are all cleaned up and back to being mommy's little girl.” I feel mommy sliding another pull-up under me while she sprinkles baby powder in my private area. I start to think back trying to figure out how this happen to me, and the last I remember the real Miley pushed my little penis back inside me. I wonder if that is how my balls and penis disappeared and I turned into a real little girl and now mommy thinks I am the real Miley.
Mommy will never believe me that I am the real Kelly, I mean I am a girl now. I can't show mommy my penis and show her I am Kelly her son. What am I going to do now? I cry softly to myself, mommy pulls my skirt down and puts me on the bathroom floor taking my hand as we walk out of the bathroom.
“I think someone needs a nap.” I hear mommy saying to Samantha's daddy pointing at me crying softly while I rub my eyes.
I look up and see mommy kissing Samantha daddy again. “I don't need a nap mommy I am not a baby. I start stamping my feet on the ground and I drop on the floor of the mall kicking my feet while I am laying on my back like I am having a toddler fit.
“You get up right this minute young lady.” I hear mommy saying which makes me scream and cry louder her calling me a young lady. I close my eyes feeling myself start to go potty in my diaper again but I don't even try to stop it as I am soaking my diaper.
I feel hands on my shoulders. “Are you okay Miley, Miley are you okay?” I open my eyes and Samantha is looking at me with tears in her eyes. I turn my head and everything is in slow motion again and I see grandmother and Samantha's daddy running towards us. I continue to cry looking up at Samantha's crying eyes and that makes me stop crying that I am making her cry.
“I'm okay Samantha don't you cry please, that will make me cry seeing my best friend in the whole wide world crying too.” Wow did I just call her my best friend in the whole wide world that sure sounded like something a toddler would say. I sit up and I realize I am laying in sand and I see the swings set and the rest of the playground around me.
Samantha's daddy takes my hand. “Are you okay Miley? We heard Samantha scream and seen you laying in the sound?” I look up trying to figure out what happened to me as I feel sand in my hair, and sand in my diaper.
“Daddy she was swinging next to me on the other swing and then she said she could jump and land farther than me and when she jumped she didn’t land on her feet she landed on her face and didn’t get up and that is when I screamed. Is Miley okay daddy, is she? Daddy is she, okay, is she?” Miley says while she starts crying again.
I sit up more starting to wipe the sand off of me and I start to stand up feeling my diaper is soaked again. “Miley are you okay sweetie maybe we should call an ambulance or at least take you to the doctor's?” I hear grandmother saying with a very stressed tone in her voice. I stand up and my skirt is all bunched up and showing sand all over my plastic panties.
“No I hate the doctor's grandmother; I am fine, umm I don't know what happen I guess Samantha is right what happen.”
I continue to wipe the sand off of me which is everywhere on me. “I think she is alright she is more worried about looking dirty and wiping all the sand off of her like the little girly girl she is.” Samantha's daddy says smiling at me. I look over at Samantha and she starts hugging me.
“I was so worried Miley are you sure you are okay?” I smile hugging her back while everyone is watching me if they only knew that I was wetting my diaper in front of them.
I turn and look at grandmother. “Umm grandmother I think I had an accident again.” Looking up I see grandmothers face change from sadness and concern to smiling.
“Yup that is my granddaughter Miley she is alright, and back to normal having another accident in her pull-up. Now I think she is alright. Okay we better be getting back to the church to help sister Alice girl's so let’s walk to the van NO running give Miley a chance to catch her breath.” I look at Samantha smiling but hearing her saying GIRL'S meaning I am one of the girl's still sounds weird. “Thanks again coach we will talk later.” Grandmother says waving good bye.
I feel Samantha take my hand. “Can I hold Mileys hand so I know she is okay?” Grandmother looks down at me smiling and nodding her head yes.
“I feel fine Samantha but don't tell anyone, but I had the weirdest dream after I fell that your daddy was kissing my mommy and that I had an accident in my diaper and I also pooped in it.”
Samantha smiles at me. “Well I think half of that is true because it smells like you did more than wet your diaper again hehehe.”
The End of Part 8
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