The Outfits of Dori Anne Grey, Part 2
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For Dori Anne Grey, every summer vacation day consisted of two very important activities. First, she would open the daily letter send by her now distant best friend, Jenna Wylde, and then she would compose a lengthy and usually risqué reply. Generating a dozen pages each was mere child's play for the two girls trying to keep their long distance love going.
Every letter Dori Anne sent ended with the line "When are you getting on the Internet?" while every response had the same answer: "Not yet. Dad doesn't trust it."
On July seventh, Dori Anne checked through the mail three times (as well as the neighbors' boxes). She chalked up the missing letter to post office incompetence or too much Independence Day celebrating. When she received a letter the next day, she forgave the mailman and forgot all about the missing missive. But the next week only three letters arrived, and then only two. By the end of the month, the single envelope contained only two pages and missed the heart with the initials J and DA in it.
Disheartened, Dori Anne bicycled to Green Chapel. That wasn't where she planned on going. The road just led her there. Parking her bike, she stumbled into the east entrance and like a tractor beam, through the opening into Forever 12. The dimly lit room brightened her mood. It was like a great weight was lifted off her shoulders. Perhaps it was the figure sitting in the light.
At the counter, the preteen girl found her favorite clerk perched on the stood with a book in her hand. "Hey, stranger," said Sybil as she put down the book before the girl could identify the title. "Where have you been?"
"Alone," replied the girl almost in tears. In a steady stream of words, she described the entire period of the roller coaster of her life. The clerk patiently listened, holding the hand of her old customer and providing a box of tissues as needed.
"I don't know what to do," said Dori Anne, drying her tears.
"I've so been where you were, my dear. I remedied the situation by selecting a new outfit to change my mood. Go ahead and pick one out."
Dori Anne rummaged through the racks of bright clothes. She held each and every garment up to her body before re-hanging it in mounting frustration. Nothing appealed to her.
While searching on the last rack on that side, the clerk approached her. "What's wrong?"
"Everything reminds me of Jenna. It's either something she'd borrow or said she'd wear. "
"Perhaps I might suggest something…different." Sybil pointed across the aisle to the dark clothes.
"I'm not really a leather person."
"There are other materials. They might surprise you." Sybil extended her hand and led the girl to a rack of shirts. Though most were black cotton tees, the clerk selected a different color, a light gray with black trim on the neck and sleeves. "What do you think? Is it Jenna?"
"Definitely not. But it's not too…dark. Sad but not angry. It might work."
Sybil picked out a complementary pleated skirt, a medium gray with a white waistband. The hem reached mid-thigh as she held it up to Dori Anne. "This is a bit longer than what you usually pick out. But the style adds an air of mystery. Why don't you try them on?"
"All right," said the preteen as she started toward the dressing room.
"You know, there's no one in the store. If you wanted to change here, no one would be the wiser."
The girl thought for a moment. On the other side of the aisle, she never considered getting undressed. But here, on the dark side, changing was a different matter. She was shedding her goody-two-shoes image, after all. Off came her lilac polo, and down went the blue denim shorts, leaving the preteen naked except for the silver choker around her neck.
The coolness of the air made her nipples pucker. The girl rubbed the tiny mounds to warm them up a little before pulling on the new tee. Still, the light touch of the fabric sliding across her titties made her shudder. Out of habit, she reached for her exposed pussy. With an embarrassed giggle, she stepped into the skirt. Like the garments from the other side, both pieces fit like a glove.
"What do you think?" she asked as she spun around.
"You look more mature," said the clerk. "Ready to take on the world, not needing to be hand-held anymore." She paused for a moment. "Of course, that's my opinion. You could take a poll down at the Food Court."
"You're right. I should get more reactions." She lifted her chin up proudly as she turned toward the door.
"You might want to accessorize. At least on your feet."
Dori Anne stared at the red trainers, definitely clashing with the new outfit. "I think I need a different pair of shoes."
Sybil led her to a shoe rack. Dori Anne's eyes caught sight of a stiletto with a very long heel. "Might I suggest a smaller heel to start with?" said the clerk.
"I'd kill myself walking in that one."
"Not if you work up to it," said Sybil with a mischievous smile. "These inch highs should do nicely for today."
With the new outfit complete, the preteen posed in front of a full-length mirror, admiring her new ensemble in the reflection. "Wow, I look awesome. Thank you, Sybil."
"I have one more surprise for you." The clerk presented a black jewelry box. The girl opened it to expose a silver charm bracelet that matched her choker.
"I don't have any…"
"My gift to you. Wear it if you want, or give it to someone else. Just return, and I'll give you another. After all, you are my favorite customer."
Smiling, Dori Anne gave the girl a quick peck on the lips. Now accessorized, the girl strolled out of the store and down the corridor toward the lighted portion. Though unsure and a little unsteady on the heels, she knew the rest of her exuded confidence.
The Food Court appeared deserted with only a few shoppers taking advantage of the area. At her normal table, Victoria Lippencott sat with a single admirer, a linebacker if you believed his jersey. When the queen glanced toward the new arrival, Dori Anne sashayed away, every step calculated to drive the popular girl crazy.
Patty Hornwinkle, the bespectacled girl voted most likely to date a computer, sat at one of the tables, her books spread out in front of her. Dori Anne checked out the girl. While most of the time, Patty wore thick turtleneck sweaters and an occasional blazer, today she had a dark blue button-down dress shirt and dark gray slacks. Even in the summer heat, the girl dressed conservatively.
She and Dori Anne had math class together the previous year and shared some notes. For the newly attired girl, Patty would be the perfect conquest.
"Hi there," said Dori Anne.
"Oh, hi," replied the girl. "I almost didn't recognize you. That's a nice outfit you have. Not as flashy and colorful as you usually wear."
"Thanks, Patty. I decided to change it up. I'm a bit surprised you even paid attention to what I had on." She peered over the blushing girl's shoulder. "What are you studying?"
"Just looking over some word problems. I'm trying to get early entry into the math program at State."
"Wow. That's ambitious. I barely squeaked out of long division. And we have fractions coming up in the fall. I sure could use some tips."
Patty pushed her glasses up her nose. "I've been studying up on them this summer. I could help you."
"Patty, do you ever do slumber parties?"
The girl sighed. "Nobody ever invited me to a slumber party. Not since the milk snorting incident in fourth grade. Hard to believe those popular girls hold that against me after almost two years. Why do you ask?"
"I was thinking, if you're not busy this weekend, we could have a…long study lesson. And get to be better friends."
Patty smiled, having never had an invitation like this before. "It isn't a nerd party, is it?"
Dori Anne chuckled as she shook her head. "No, just you and me, having fun and ah…learning." She wrote out her address and phone number. "If you come on Friday and enjoy yourself, we could extend your stay an extra night until Sunday."
"I'll be there," said Patty with a twinkle in her eye.
In preparation for the slumber party, Dori Anne picked up a couple of light gray collared shirts and another tweed skirt, this one with a higher hemline. The selections balanced each other out. She couldn't appear too wild and crazy in front of Patty.
Friday night arrived, and all of the nervousness departed by the time the doorbell rang. Dori Anne answered the door wearing the same outfit from their encounter at the mall.
"Don't you look sharp," said the visitor as she wheeled her suitcase inside.
You won't need that, thought the host, until she realized it probably had books for studying inside. "Thanks. I like your outfit also."
"This old thing. I'd trade you any day."
Dori Anne toted the bag which indeed had heavy books inside up to her room. After giving Patty the nickel tour, they settled back in Dori Anne's room.
"You have a nice place," said the guest. "Comfortable, like you live here. I have to keep mine spotless, just in case my dad brings home a date." She used air quotes around the last word. "I can't wait to get into college. And then out on my own."
Patty noticed the marks on the wall. "What are those for?"
"I like to remember my friends who sleep over. Mind if I put you on the wall?"
"Sure." Patty positioned herself against the wall, and Dori Anne drew the line with her trusty pencil. "I feel honored," the guest said.
They pulled out the seventh grade math book and for the next hour talked numerators and denominators. While they worked, Dori Anne would occasionally brush Patty's short hair off of her ear. After the fourth time, her guest shivered.
"Are you cold?" asked the host.
"No, it's not that. I think I need a short break from the books."
"What would you like to do?"
"You're going to think I'm silly. But I'd like to see what I'd look like in your outfit."
With a smile, the host pulled out the newer version. "I think you'd look better in a regular shirt. Try them on and see if we could pass as twins."
Patty excused herself, heading into the bathroom to change. In the meantime, Dori Anne closed the books. They wouldn't return to studying for a while.
A few minutes later, the visitor appeared, stunning in the new outfit. "I…I don't know what to say. Do I really look that good?"
"Almost," said Dori Anne. She walked over to her guest. "May I?"
"Sure."
Dori Anne removed Patty's glasses. "Now I can't see."
"Then shut your eyes. I won't bite."
As the lids slowly closed, their lips met. Dori Anne held her friend's head, not letting it retreat. She didn't need to. Patty proved a willing conquest.
When they came up for air, Patty said, "You kissed me. I never expected anyone would."
"You are so beautiful, and the outfit makes you desirable."
"Then kiss me again."
The osculation continued, pausing only to let one or the other catch their breath. Dori Anne slowly unbuttoned Patty's shirt and unhooked the training bra underneath. She then massaged the other girl's maturing mounds, eliciting moans from her fledgling lover.
"That's so wonderful. Keep going."
Dori Anne stripped off Patty's shirt and pushed her bra straps down her arms. Leaning down, she began licking the delicious nipples, sucking them erect. Playful nips on the sensitive titty kept the girl on edge. Guiding her guest to the bed, Dori Anne pushed her back, letting her fall where their books had been. She continued her lingual assault with Patty's navel while sliding her hand under the waistband of the girl's panties. Peach fuzz and quite a bit of it. So cute.
After a bit of fingering, Dori Anne knelt down. Raking the kitty panties down her legs removed the last barrier for the girl. Smelling Patty's arousal, her mouth dove into the lower lips. Her practiced tongue and fingers located the sensitive areas and especially the magic button. Wave after wave coursed through Patty's body. Every nerve lit up and her whole being shuddered in response. If Dori Anne said the word, they would be lovers forever.
After a few hours they woke in each other's arms. "I love you," said Patty.
"I know. Are you staying tomorrow night?"
"I'd stay with you forever."
Dori Anne kissed her on the lips. "You can't."
Patty screwed up her face in confusion. "Then why did we do this?"
"You are like my apprentice. I'm going to teach you all about what I did and then send you out to love others, giving pleasure to any you deem worthy. Maybe by sharing this love, someone, anyone who needs it will feel loved. Now I ask you again. Are you staying tomorrow night?"
Patty kissed her host. "Perhaps it can't be forever, but I'll stay for as long as you'll have me. So when does our next lesson start?"
"Now," said Dori Anne, pushing her fingers farther into her appreciative apprentice.
For the rest of the weekend, the pair spent an hour on the books followed by an hour of lovemaking. Like clockwork, teacher and pupil exchanged places and positions. By dinnertime, Dori Anne thought her brain ready to explode. As for Patty, she exploded more times than she thought she'd experience in a lifetime.
As they cuddled on the bed, Patty said, "I never dreamed I could be this exhausted."
"Here's something to make you feel better." Dori Anne reached onto her nightstand. "Please accept this gift," she said as she clasped the charm bracelet on the girl's wrist.
"Thank you, Dori Anne. I'll wear it all the time." She kissed her teacher. "It's given me a second wind. And I don't have to take my next turn as teacher until after the sun comes up."
"Fine with me," said Dori Anne as she dove down there again. It wouldn't be the last time either.
When Patty left on Sunday, she left with the button-down shirt she wore, but the longer gray skirt. Dori Anne didn't mind, finding the shorter skirt much more exhilarating on her bicycle adventures. While they remained friends, they moved on to other lovers. Patty made the first move on Barbie Sheppard, the result becoming an inseparable loving couple. However, Dori Anne had a different path in mind.
Following the pattern started with Patty, for the rest of summer vacation, Dori Anne visited the mall, trading an older, flashier outfit for one of a more conservative appearance. Borrowing a matching pair of heels, she then visited the Food Court. After parading past Victoria Lippencott and her princesses, she picked out a potential mark. Most were girls she knew by name only, though a few had shared classes with her. A little flattery worked on most while a trade of mutual services attracted the others. In the end, every girl targeted joined her for a wardrobe addition from Forever 12.
Between Sybil and Dori Anne, each new girl found a treasure in the perfect outfit for her. As compensation, the girl accepted the invitation to a slumber party. Once there, services were rendered to the other and gossip exchanged. When she felt the guest ready, Dori Anne began the seduction. All submitted to the pleasure given and then shared.
At the end of the evening, as they cuddled in their exhausted condition, she gauged the effectiveness of the seduction. For those who pined for their boyfriend to eat her pussy like that, Dori Anne dismissed them from future activities. But the others who embraced her movement received a token, a charm bracelet, and were sent off to recruit others to their cause. In either case, she marked their height on the wall. Those marks documented her amoral hobby.
The coloring of her outfits progressed from light gray through dark gray and into the darkest black possible. The shirts went from simple cotton tees to silky blouses to sexy tops with plunging necklines, the latter even though she exhibited no cleavage. Shorts and skirts showed more and more skin leaving little to the imagination.
When school started, things changed. In the best of times, just beginning middle school proved a confusing time in a preteen's life. Dori Anne provided a welcoming refuge for their changing and maturing psyches. However, she modified her flirtatious ways. The Food Court hunting ground moved to the cafeteria, the targets included girls a year or even two younger, and the slumber party frequency slowed. After all, she did have to keep her grades up.
Another change was the style and choice of outfits. The cool silks and nylons gave way to warmer leathers and corduroys. The cut of the garment met the posted district guidelines, sometimes just barely. Nevertheless, a couple teachers kept rulers handy to make sure the skirt hem remained the maximum distance above the knee and not a centimeter more.
Through divine intervention or pure dumb luck, Dori Anne skated by without incurring as much as a warning. And the tinkling of the charms throughout the hallways showed just how successful she had been. And the disappointment about the lack of letters became a distant memory.
With her days of middle school winding down, Dori Anne prepared to enter high school. The years since she first donned the fashionable clothes from Forever 12 had flown by in the blink of an eye. While she barely remembered most of the school work, she treasured every one of the countless pussies she'd eaten.
With a week to go before finals, her mind wandered toward her vacation plans. Eight weeks as counselor at a summer camp made her salivate at the possibilities. The arousal guided her into the bathroom for a cold shower.
Just as she rinsed her hair, the doorbell rang. They'll go away, she thought. It rang again, and she rolled her eyes. It rang and rang and rang again. Not even drying off, Dori Anne grabbed her terrycloth robe and headed downstairs. There she heard a pounding on the front door. Looking out the peephole, all she saw was a blaze of red hair. That mane belonged to only one person, a bitch who publicly hated Dori Anne. Opening the door, she said, "What do you want, Victoria?"
"Nice to see you, too, Dori Anne. I came here under a flag of truce. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Sure, why not."
As she stepped across the threshold, Victoria Lippencott's head swiveled around. "This is a cute place."
"Gee, thanks. But I know you don't like me. I'll ask again. What do you want?"
"Do you remember all those times you paraded past me at the Food Court?" Dori Anne nodded. "I wanted to take a closer look at that outfit, just once."
"To criticize it?"
"No, I…I liked it. At least what I could see. You'd give me that chance, wouldn't you?"
Reluctantly, the girl in the robe turned and motioned for the visitor to follow her upstairs. With every step, Dori Anne's brain sent out a red alert. It also planned a trap for her enemy. The latter kept a smile on her face.
At her bedroom, Dori Anne gestured for her guest to enter. Victoria said, "So, this is your sanctuary. I don't see anything so magical about it."
With both girls inside, Dori Anne closed the door and stepped to the closet. "Here's a typical one," she said as she held out the hanger. Nothing too special, a sleeveless black tee with spaghetti straps and a scoop neckline and a matching nylon skirt.
"Not bad," said Victoria. "It looks something you would wear to school. But I heard from Gwendolyn that you had some sexy threads."
Regretting trying to seduce one of Victoria's princesses, Dori Anne reached back into closet and extracted a special hanger. "This is the one I saved for you."
Victoria took the garments, holding it up to her chest. She brushed her hand across the silky mesh fabric "Oh, it's so soft. Would you mind if I try it on?"
"Go ahead. There's a mirror in the bathroom." Victoria reached for the doorknob. "BTW, I like the feel of the material on my bare skin. There's no feeling like it."
"Thanks for the tip. See, I don't know why we can't be friends."
With Victoria out of the room, the girl searched for her pencil. It was an evil idea, but that was the mood of her mind. The last night with Jenna, the night she first marked the wall, seemed so long ago. Six minutes later, Victoria stepped through the door dressed in the outfit. "You were right. It does feel fantastic next to my bare skin. You have better taste than I expected."
The host grinned her gratitude. "Could I have you back up to the wall? I'd like to remember this moment."
Victoria stepped back, sticking out her chest. With her pencil in hand, Dori Anne approached her guest, making a mark on the wall. "There. I've added you to my circle."
"Oh," said Victoria as she pointed at one of the higher lines. "And are you on the wall?"
"My friend marked me…" She searched for the added line among all of the other marks. "Right here."
"I was that tall a couple years ago."
Nonplussed, Dori Anne pressed herself into the other girl, rising on her tiptoes to press their lips together. She reached around to grab the other girl's cheeks.
"I heard you liked kissing," said Victoria. "Not bad."
Dori Anne's heels returned to the floor. "I heard you had tasty titties." Her eyes lowered to focus on the cleavage. "They look yummy."
"Go ahead."
The girl's hands moved from Victoria's ass to the spaghetti straps. She pushed them over the shoulder and down the arms. Her thumbs made their ways up the arms, retracing the recent trip, and then down to the neckline of the shirt. She pulled it forward and then down, the stretchy material enlarging enough to let the mature breasts fall out. They were as magnificent as advertized. She licked the aureole of one. "Oh, strawberry. Nice touch."
"Now it's your turn."
Dori Anne took two steps back and undid her robe's sash. Being naked didn't bother her, but in front of the well-endowed Victoria, she hesitated. I'm just being silly, she thought. Her hands parted the lapels an inch and again paused.
"Trying to entice me?" asked her guest. "Just rip it off like a bandage."
Emboldened by the command, the girl pulled the robe wide apart and let it slip off her shoulders to puddle at her feet. This brought a laugh, not a giggle, from Victoria.
"I haven't been that flat chested since I was eight. And no pussy hair. And that is the body seducing the girls at our school." She pulled the shirt over her head and dropped the shorts to the ground. There she posed, her mature curves on full display. She watched her host's eyes drop from her ample tits to her hairy mound. "This is what a real woman looks like."
Dori Anne stood there, her mouth gaping, her mind racing, and her customary confidence completely shattered.
"Missing something?" Victoria picked up the shorts and took the choker from the pocket. "I found this in the bathroom." The girl reached for her neck and found it uncovered. In her haste to answer the doorbell, she had forgotten it.
Victoria tossed the necklace at the wall, causing it to shatter. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a silver cylinder. "This is my cure for uppity little sluts who think they can steal my popularity."
Dori Anne's hands covered her privates, vainly thinking she could protect her virginity. She stepped away until falling back onto her bed. Closing her eyes, she made a single phrase into her mantra. Lie back and think about the Empire.
Dori Anne woke naked, but thankfully alone. She tried to block everything since the shower out of her mind. Looking at the wall, the scattered beads reminded her of the humiliation.
She rose from the bed and reached into the closet, pulling out the first hanger she touched. Not her favorite outfit, but it would do. Donning it, she staggered downstairs and grabbed her bike. A moment later, she headed for the mall.
Entering the east entrance, she stumbled toward the familiar store. It would be the only place to bring her solitude and peace. She passed the long vacant store trying to locate the solitary open gate. There between the two display windows, the gate covered the closed entrances. She glanced right and left. The window displays featured two manikins, both unclothed. One window displayed a sign. Out of Business.
Tears welled up in her eyes and the dam burst. She cried hard and heavy, more than she had in her entire life. Curled up in a ball, she willed herself to take one final breath. Then her pain would be over.
From the lighted corridor, she heard footsteps running toward her. She took a breath and focused on the approaching figure. A face out of the past. "Jenna?"
"I'm here, Dori Anne," said the figure as she crouched down by the hysterical girl.
"I missed you so much," she cried as the two embraced.
"I did too."
"The store is closed. What am I going to do?"
"Just take it easy, dear girl. I'm here for you now. We'll figure out something."
The two girls shook as they hugged. Even in their panic-stricken state, both girls knew their futures had changed forever.
Two gray-haired men walked into the headquarters of Reading Research and followed their escort to the second floor. Their dress, the mustached one in a blue three-piece suit and the other in Navy dress whites, distinguished them from the lab coat scurrying around.
They entered a room marked "Top Secret – Authorized Personnel Only" and proceeded to the bank of monitors across the room. "Here you are," said their guide who turned and quickly departed.
"You must be Professor Queensbury," said the suit. "John Moncriff and Admiral Jack Cardiff."
A girl, with a face young enough to be carded at the bar, tore herself from the screen. "Call me Sybil. This is my assistant, Miss Wylde. We've been expecting you."
"We're here for the project status," said the admiral. He pointed to the monitor. "The subject appears to be naked. Is something amiss?"
Sybil nodded. "We determined the test subject has absorbed the maximum amount of the chemical from contact with the garments. She suffered an episode almost bringing on a breakdown. Miss Wylde had to intervene, changing our procedures. However, we determined that her maturation had completely ceased by then. The original outfits had worked."
"You stopped her from aging?" asked the astonished Moncriff.
Sybil nodded. "She remains the preteen girl we selected."
"And the others?" asked Cardiff.
"Because of the lower exposure through the single outfit, only their reproductive systems have entered that state I call suspended natality. None of the subjects even notice the effects since they take a placebo that supposedly erases their period." Sybil giggled. "They think it's the best thing since sliced bread."
"And the process reversal?" asked Cardiff. "Has it been tested?"
"Several times," said Miss Wylde. "In fact, the subject involved in the first seduction attempt, a Miss Hornwinkle, recently had her third child while her partner, a second-generation infector, a Miss Sheppard, had twins. However, we did determine the antidote releases pent up sexual frustrations in the subject. They spent every waking moment trying to satisfy these desires using any means they could. In fact, we had to sedate the pair and give intravenous nourishment and fluids during the first week. It was only after the implantation of the embryo that they calmed enough to function normally. Even then, they craved almost constant sexual pleasure from their partner throughout the pregnancy. And even beyond."
The suit laughed. "Just what we needed, constantly horny women."
"What you paid for were on-demand egg layers, ready on short notice," said Sybil. "I started this process to build a better birth control mousetrap. I didn't dream of creating a legion of ready-to-fuck baby producers, just screw and serve girls to create a whole new population."
The admiral changed the subject. "What about her?" he asked, pointing to the screen. "Our Patient Zero."
"Miss Gray lives in the summer of her thirteenth year, thanks to a mental implant," said the doctor. "She lives quite a full life, biking to the mall, seducing girls, preparing for the eighth grade, which never quite arrives. Once she embraced the loss of her wardrobe, her free spirit finally consumed her. I believe she loves her condition. Who wouldn't love seducing a new girl very week or so?"
The monitors blinked, catching everyone's attention. A new person entered the room showing on them, and the naked girl rose to embrace her. "Is that her?" asked Miss Wylde.
"Yes," said Moncriff. "We accompanied her to the facility. The President didn't want anything to happen to her older daughter. At least nothing besides what those two will do in that room."
"When should we expect her sister?" asked Sybil.
"If all goes well today," said the admiral, "little Sophia will celebrate her tenth birthday in that room."
While the men ogled the two preteens engaged in what would have made the highest viewed underground kiddie video of all time, Jenna Wylde sat back and wondered. Had her friend Dori Anne received everything she wanted? And why hadn't she herself accepted the fucking chip when her father offered to make her his primary guinea pig. She could have been having all that sex for the last decade. She and her best friend could have been in heaven together, reliving the best year. Forever Twelve.
