****** Never too Early to Learn - Part II by Alter Ego ******
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Never too Early to Learn - Part II


Well, I learned a lot the night Betsy taught me to mind her and her dog. She
also seemed to like the new control she gained placing me in the permanent role
of 'little girl'. She began to coordinate with Susie, though I sensed they were
not very close otherwise. Susie was friendly and sweet where Betsy seemed to
thrive on the dominance and sometimes uncomfortable things she made me try.

Betsy convinced Susie it would be fun to have me play 'little girl' even when
they were not around. She said it would be incredibly easy. You see, my parents
traveled and entertained quite a bit for their businesses. Both girls lived in
the neighborhood and thus I saw one or both of them almost weekly. And. it was
also common for them to leave books, baskets of laundry they were folding, and
other school or home chores they "worked on" while they babysat. They would
return later in the week to pick them up.

So you see, for them to leave panties, bras and other clothes went without
notice. They would primarily leave me a list of things to wear on certain days.
Sometimes they would call the house after they knew my parents had already left
for work in the mornings. They dressed me in mostly bras and panties to be worn
under my boy clothing. They said if they ever caught me not doing as I was told
would get me in big trouble. I was so scared that someone might notice what I
was wearing that it never crossed my mind to disobey them.

I would grab the items out of the clothing basket or book bag they left and
return the dirty clothes in a similar manner. There were floral and frill
trimmed undershirts. Cotton panties were plain or trimmed like the undershirts
and in different high and low cut styles. There were satin and satin with lace
bra and panty sets. In addition, an assortment of leotards, tights knee high
socks, and even pantyhose (worn under the socks).

They seemed to like doing this as much as I actually enjoyed most of it. Though
everything was intriguing and potentially embarrassing in its own way, I think
they liked the idea of me in the tights, leotards, and pantyhose. The tights
ranged from cotton to soft almost sweater like material. I liked the bulky
sweater like softness though I was always certain I was going to be caught!

I got used to them seeing me naked when I changed or modeled new things. So,
when Betsy showed up one morning before school to check on me I was not
surprised by her request to take off my pants. However, I would not be the same
all day after that. What followed was again a very new feeling and experience
for me. As I undid my pants and slid them off, Betsy had set down her book bag
and was kneeling in front of me. She looked at me and said, "Well little girl,
I guess it is that time of the month and you know what that means." At first, I
did not understand what she meant until she reached into her bag and pulled out
something long, pinkish-white and soft looking. I realized as she said it that
it was a feminine napkin. She continued by saying it was time I learned what
they were and it felt to have to wear them for a couple days each month.

She pulled my panties down to my upper thigh and pulled a strip of paper off
the back of the pad. Then, she positioned the pad over the cotton crotch and
told me to pull up my panties like a good 'little girl'. As I did, she held
onto the pad in the crotch and made sure it was where she wanted it positioned.

"Good," she said, Now you can see what it is like for the rest of us. When you
get home tonight I will be here to babysit and check out how you are doing. It
is too bad you cannot really feel what it's like. However, maybe we can look
into that for another day. One step at a time.

Off to school I went. I tried to walk normally but caught myself for awhile
walking a bit bow-legged. It was a peculiarly interesting feeling - something
thick and bulky, yet soft. By later in the day I had pretty much forgotten I
was wearing it. That is until after a while of it rubbing against my balls I
got a hard-on that would not go away. If I moved, it massaged me. And that is
how I was even when I arrived home that night.

"Well, well," Betsy commented upon seeing me enter the house. It seems you have
been enjoying your day.

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