Aunt Christina - 1 - Dating

Aunt Christina – 1-Dating
By Daring Diane

Christina Meyer arrived at her late brother Carl's home on Saturday morning at about 9:30 AM.  Christina looked up as her sister-in-law Jean answered the door following Christina's light rapping on the door.  Since Jean was five foot nine and Christina less than five feet, she had to look up to face Jean.  Christina in her shoes and with her hair appeared to be a little less than five feet tall, but in actuality was closer to four and a half feet tall.

“Good morning Christina!”  Jean was wearing a nice cotton shirt and casual flowery skirt.

“Good morning Jean.  I see you are dressed and ready for a day at the spa?”

“Yes!  I've been looking forward to this all week.  I appreciate your paying for this, even if I did win our bet.  The lady I spoke to said it will take about 5 hours for the full treatment and my new hairdo.” 

“No problem.  You deserve it.  I know things have been tight since Carl's death.”

Jean thought about the death of her husband a little over a year ago.  Carl's little sister Christina had been helpful.  She continued to want to be part of their lives.  Sometimes, she forced herself into situations where Jean would just as soon not have her.  She used her control of the Meyer family trust as a weapon to try and influence how Jean and her 16 year-old daughter Mary dealt with her.  Jean loved Carl, but frankly Christina was a pain in the ass.  She had no family of her own and seemed to want to be the dominant figure in Jean and Mary's lives.  If it weren't for the trust, Jean might even have moved away.  She often felt anger that her brother had not dealt with this trust issue while alive to avoid her constant interaction with Christina. 

Jean was 34 and worked an easy office job that allowed her the freedom to be available for Mary and for school activities.  The trust paid her enough money to allow them a nice lifestyle without worry.  Christina constantly wanted to review financial information that was none of her business and offered advice on how Jean and Mary should save money or make decisions.  When questioned, Christina would point out that she controlled the money and when it would be dispensed.  If Jean didn't like things, Christina would be happy to do a more thorough review and withhold funds until she felt they were needed.  This was a threat that could affect her daughter's life and their lifestyle. 

Overall, Christina was not a bad person.  She was just a 23 year old know-it-all that wanted to tell everyone else how to live their lives.  She did care about Jean and Mary.  She just had a bad way of handling it.  Jean realized all of this, but she still harbored a great deal of resentment.  She figured that as time went on, things would smooth over and work themselves out. 

Snapping back to reality, Jean responded, “Your help and money from the trust have been timely in keeping things going.  I have not had a lot of opportunities to do things for myself.  So, today will be a welcome respite from day to day life.  What do you and Mary have planned?” 

“I thought we would go biking and then go to the pool and catch some rays.”

“Sounds like everyone will have fun today.”  Turning, she shouted into the house, “Mary, Aunt Christina is here.  Grab your stuff and let's all get going.”

“Oh Jean, I hope you don't mind, but I arranged for my date, Jerry, to pick me up here later today.”

“No problem.  Is this the Jerry we talked about last week?”

“Yes he is!”

As Jean pulled out of the driveway, Christina and Mary were mounting their bikes to go on their outing. 

“Mary, I thought we would bike along the nature path and back on Highway 43 to the pool.  We can take our things with us, stop at the pool and catch some sun.  Then afterward we will just head home.” 

“Sounds good aunt Chrissie”

“Mary, my name is Christina.”

Mary responded as she always did, “My dad always called you Chrissie and I always call you that.  What's wrong?”

“You're a little older now and at sixteen I think it is more appropriate for you to call me Christina”

“Okay.  I'll try.  But I've been calling you that for a long time.  You often feel more like my older sister than an old Aunt.”  Mary watched to make sure her pandering had not been overdone.  The blush on Christina's face told her she had the situation in control. 

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The Bet
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As Jean drove to the spa, she remembered Christina going on and on about her date with JERRY.  Christina has been telling everyone including Jean that she really needs some sexual relief.  She stated to Jean that, “After that man eats dinner with me on Saturday night, I'm going to get naked with him and then I am guaranteed to get laid.” 

Jean had lost a lot of bets to Christina over the last couple of years.  Most of them followed stupid statements like this from one of them.  However, Jean had won their last bet.  Christina had told her that if they planned an outside barbecue on Memorial Day, it would rain.  It had been humid and overcast leading up to the weekend.  On the Friday before Memorial Day, Jean bet Christina that it would not rain on their Memorial Day picnic.  The loser paid to send the winner to a day at the local spa for a total body makeover.  The rain never came and in fact the sun had come out for the main part of the party. 

While they had some fun bantering back and forth, Jean thought Christina was pretty full of herself.  Christina and Carl had been close, and therefore, Christina had been around a lot.  For Jean, it was like having your spouse's little sister around all of the time.  Christina was always trying to act worldly; giving advice to Mary or telling Mary and Jean how to dress.  Since Christina was on the short side, she virtually always wore heels, usually 3-4 inch heels.  With these heels on and a puffed up hairdo giving her an additional 2 inches, Christina appeared to the casual observer to be on the shorter side of average women because she would appear to be about 4' 10”.  She often wore hats or hair adornments which also tended to give her height.  

Christina had been going on and on about her date, Jerry.  He was about 6 feet tall, muscular and good looking.  Jerry worked at the same company as Christina and he would walk past her cubicle.  He began stopping to make small talk and had quickly asked her out.  Christina was a little concerned because Jerry had only talked to her when she was in her cubicle working or in meetings where everyone was seated.  He had never had an extended interaction where they were both standing near each other.  Christina was well aware that many men didn't want a woman that was too short. She had to make sure that before her height was an issue, he would be aware of all of her other great attributes. 

Jean kept trying to imagine a 6 foot guy with Christina at 4'6”; her head would be just a little above crotch high.  It just did not feel like a guarantee.  Of course, if she gets naked in a room with him, some horny bastards would simply ignore the oddities and get themselves off.  She sometimes wondered if that was the typical Christina date.  None of them seemed to be around for too long. 

Jean and Christina negotiated a new bet.  Christina bet that if she had dinner with Jerry tonight, she would get naked and she would have sex with him. If Christina wins, Jean will have to come to Christina's apartment for three weekends and Christina has promised that she will make Jean clean the apartment and wear an appropriate uniform.  Christina kept saying, “You should always wear clothes that are appropriate for your station in life.”  Then she would laugh. If Jean wins their bet, she had two choices, either Christina will come to Jean's house for three weekends under the same terms or Christina would babysit Mary for a week while Jean can go on vacation.   Yes, Jean planned to win this bet.  Maybe she could find some way to help her bet prospects when Jerry picked Christina up tonight. 

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A Situation Develops
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Mary and Christina biked around for an hour or so and then headed for the pool.

Christina and Mary pulled their bikes up outside the pool and parked them in a bike rack.  They gathered up their bags, locked the bikes and entered the pool.  The pool building was a split level and people approached the registration desk on a floor above pool level. Swimmers went down a stairwell and entered the locker rooms to come out to the pool on the lower level. 

As the ladies looked out over the pool area, Christina gasped.  “Oh my God.”

Mary asked, “What's wrong?”

“Jerry, my date from work is down in the pool area.  I have tennis shoes on and he has never seen me flat footed.  He has no idea how short I am.  Oh, this is horrible.”

“Why is it horrible?”

“Let's face it.  I'm a little shorter than average and I try to correct for that.  With clothing, hair and shoes, I can get myself into the average height range.  It scares average guys away before they get a chance to know the real me.  Once they get to know me, the height is never a real issue.”

Sure, thought Mary.  She laughed to herself as she considered the statement “a little shorter than average.”  I was taller than her when I was in third or fourth grade.  And, mom seems to think the reason she can't keep a guy is specifically due to her height.  Although her attitude and the way she treats people has to be a factor. 

“Mary, maybe I'm looking at this wrong.  If I could disguise myself, I could watch Jerry and learn about him.  That would give me a better chance of making him happy on our date tonight.  Let's go to the locker room and talk about our options.”

The two quickly descended the steps and entered the girl's locker room.

The more she thought about it, Christina liked the idea of spying on Jerry. 

Mary asked, “How many disguises can we come up with at a pool?”

Christina and Mary thought for a moment.

Mary said, “Hey, why don't we undo some of your tricks and use your size to our advantage?  If you flattened your hair and we did not have heels, you would be much shorter than he thinks, right?”

Christina acknowledged, “Yes, So?”

“He might not recognize you because you would be shorter than normal.  If we could then get you a different suit that might make you look like a college or high school student he would not recognize you.”

Christina thought about this.  She spent all her life trying to look older than her body seemed to indicate.  Once she got into later grade school and for the rest of her life she had fought with her height.  She was constantly trying to appear older than her body indicated.  Now, maybe she could temporarily use her body to her advantage.  Yes, she thought this might work.

“What do you think we should do?”

“You take off your clothes and jump into the shower.  You can rinse off the sweat from our ride and wet down your hair.  I'll go out to the desk and see what suits they have in the lost and found.  They wash all of the suits when they find them.  I'm sure they have something.”

Mary picked up their bags while Christina took a towel and went into one of the private showers.  Christina liked this pool because they had private showers with a curtain instead of group showers.  Mary glanced in Christina's bag and noticed her bikini.  As she picked it up, she was surprised to realize that it was very heavily padded.  She had never realized how much of Christina's chest was manufactured. 

While Christina was showering, Mary went to the service counter and asked if she could look through the lost and found swim suits.  She said that her mom had asked her to look for her sister's swim suit.  As usual, the number of abandoned suits was large.  Mary initially figured she would look for some weird one piece suit or an old lady type suit to help Christina hide.  But as she fingered through the pile, the answer to her prayers popped to the top.  It was a Barbie two piece swim suit designed for a girl of 6-9 years old.  It looked reasonably new.  The bottoms were of the full cut style little girls always wear.  The top was a bikini, but all of the straps, sides and back were also full cut.  It looked more like a cut off tank top but it would flatten out the wearer because it was designed for a child with no breasts and was designed not to roll up or uncover the child during rough housing and swimming.  And lying next to it was a pink child's swim cap. 

Mary was developing a plan in her mind.  This was a real opportunity for her to embarrass Christina and get back at her for the way Christina treated her.  Mary always felt that Christina treated her like a little kid.  Now here was an opportunity for her to treat Christina like the kid.  And it was all Christina's idea. 

While Christina was in the shower, Mary stuck her head in and grabbed Christina's clothes.  She took Christina's clothes and valuables and placed them in her bag.  She then placed the bag in a locker and extracted the key.  Mary had a towel and nothing else.  Mary now had her suit on, a towel and a child's swim suit.  She thought to herself, I'll have to sell this suit as older than it clearly is.  In this situation, Christina will have to do whatever I tell her. 

As Christina came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, Mary lied, “The choices were really limited.  I found a suit designed for teens and I think it will allow you, if you are careful, to pretend to be in high school and he will never figure out who you are.”

“Where'd my clothes and other stuff go?” asked Christina.

“I locked it up in a locker.  We need to get you clothed before anyone realizes that you are older than this suit.  Otherwise the disguise will not work.”

“Let me see it.”

Mary held up the suit.

Christina said, “That's a kid’s suit.  I'm not wearing that.”

“Then you go naked,” exclaimed Mary.  “You wanted a disguise.  I got one.”

Mary exaggerated, “We needed a suit that will hide your adult curves. Otherwise, no one is going to believe you are a student.  Put the suit on and let's get going or I will leave you here with nothing.  No ID.  No clothes.  You are as old as you feel or look.  Any suit not designed for a voluptuous adult, looks like a little kid’s suit.”  And Mary grabbed her towel and started for the door.   

“Wait!  Give me the suit.”

She looked the suit over again.  “This is not a teenager suit.”

Mary knew that it was a kid’s suit.  But she had to press her advantage.

“Put it on.”

“OK.”  And Christina pulled on the suit bottoms under her towel.  Mary was astounded.  The suit looked like it was made for her.

“Now, drop the towel, put on your top and let's go swimming.”

Christina turned away from Mary and pulled the top over her head.  She adjusted the top over her breasts and turned to face Mary. 

Mary was unable to talk.  She was speechless.  Apparently, Christina had virtually no breasts and she had never realized it before.  The suit fit like a glove and Christina did not look like a teenager, she looked about 8 or 9 years old. 

“What happened to your breasts?”

Christina looked at the floor and fidgeted, which only contributed to the childish impression.  “I have never been overly endowed.  I wear bras that enhance my figure and I often add a little padding.  This top flattens what breasts I have and spreads them out eliminating any impression of breasts.  I can't go out there like this.  Everyone will know.”

Mary laughed.  “No one will know.  This is perfect.  You can sidle up to him and he will never suspect who you are.  I am telling you, this is the greatest disguise you could ever try.”

“Here put on this pink bathing cap.  It'll cover your hair and add to the age illusion.” 

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Playing at the pool
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Mary and Christina strolled out into the pool area looking to the entire world like a high school girl and her younger sister.  Mary guided them to the shallow end of the large pool.  They found two lounge chairs and deposited their towels. 

The pool was a newer design with three separate areas.  The large pool was 50 yards long with diving boards on one end.  One side of the pool was cordoned off for lap swimming.  The second pool was a 1/3 fan design.  The outer portion of the curved pool was a walk in from nothing to 4 feet.  The outer edges had spray fountains and showers for children to play in.  In the deeper area there were two large water slides.  Off of the side was a canal to the third area which is a looping lazy river.

In the corner of the pool, there were four water jets that were located in 1 foot of water, about 3 or 4 feet in from the waters edge.  They shot straight up about a 12 to 18 inches out of the water.  There, Jerry and a young girl were playing in the fountains and tossing a ball to each other. 

Mary and Christina approached the pool about ten feet from Jerry and waded into the pool.  Christina tentatively entered the water while trying to casually watch Jerry and the young girl.  Mary saw Christina gawking at them and realized that she needed to get Christina to stop staring and just play in the water.  To that end, she jumped towards Christina and unexpectedly dunked her.  Christina popped out of the water horrified and yelled, “Mary what are you doing?”

Mary just laughed and splashed Christina.

“What's the matter Chrissie?  We came to the pool to get wet and relax.  Stop being so boring.”

Christina was trying to get her bearings and was chasing Mary into the deeper portion of the pool.  She would put Mary in her place.

Suddenly, Mary stopped running and jumped back towards Chrissie. 

“Chrissie,” she whispered, “Remember that you are a kid.  You can't just stand a few feet from your man and stare at him.  Pretend like you're having fun.  You need to act more like that girl with your date than like an adult.”

Christina was initially taken aback as she realized that she could kill her entire plan by acting wrong here.  She reminded herself that she was here to learn more about Jerry.

“Thanks, Mary.  You're right.”

Mary suggested, “We should play around near them and maybe we can join them in their game.” 

“Don't you think we should just stay nearby and see what we can learn?  I don't want him to recognize me.”

“Little Chrissie, and I mean that in the nicest way, no one on this planet that knows you could possibly identify you at this moment.  I know you find this hard to believe, but, you look like a child, not an adult.” 

Christina was bothered by Mary calling her Chrissie. But, now was not the time to push that issue.  She had to remember, she was in disguise and apparently Mary thought it was working.  That was good.  She wondered how much of a girl she looked like; Late high school maybe?  There were certain aspects of a woman that you could not hide.  But with her outfit and her body, maybe she looked even a little younger; Early high school?  That would be pretty unbelievable.

“Okay, let's go back near them and see what happens.”

Mary started splashing Christina again and then ran in the direction of Jerry.

As they approached Jerry, the ball they were throwing bounced over to Mary.  Mary threw the ball to the girl with Jerry and said, “Here you go.  If you're interested, my sister and I would be happy to join you in a game.” 

Christina was stunned.  Suddenly, she was in a group playing catch with her co-worker and date Jerry.  Surely, he would recognize her.  She tried to be quiet and play catch.  To the others, she appeared as a shy girl.  Everything she did to try and remain inconspicuous contributed to her image of a shy little girl.  And the longer they played, the more relaxed everyone became.  The more relaxed she was, the more comfortable she felt in her role as a girl playing in the pool.

Soon, Jerry introduced his sister Kathy and everyone else introduced themselves.  Mary identified Christina as her little sister, Chrissie.  No age was given and Chrissie felt that she was now pigeon-holed in an age bracket she was not overly comfortable with.  The way Mary said it did not suggest that she was near Mary in age.  It made her sound years younger.  Initially, it seemed unimportant.  But, it bothered her. 

Kathy moved closer to Chrissie and as they tired of the ball throwing, Kathy started an ongoing dialogue with Chrissie.  Christina was awed by Kathy's ability to talk virtually non-stop about almost nothing.  Just a nod or a single word answer from Chrissie and Kathy just kept the banter going.  Mary had actually moved away, back to the lounge chairs, and was talking with some other friends she knew.  Periodically, she would check back with Jerry and Chrissie to see how things were going. 

Jerry mentioned to Mary how convenient it was that Kathy had met Mary's little sister.  He said they were getting along great and that was surprising since his sister did not usually get on with girls younger than her. 

Both Mary and Chrissie (who had overheard the remark) were now stunned.  Mary quickly asked, “How old is Kathy?”

“She's eight almost nine.  I figure Chrissie to be what seven, maybe a small eight?”

Christina was trying to absorb what was happening as she heard Mary say, “That's right, Chrissie is just a little past her eighth birthday.  She'll be going to third grade this fall.”

“Really, Kathy is in the third grade too.  That's why they're getting along so well.”

Kathy and Chrissie were playing in the fountains when a couple of other girls approached.  Kathy introduced them to Chrissie.  April and Julie were just as chatty as Kathy.  Chrissie found that a lot of their conversation was questions and observations.  She had to concentrate on everything they were saying to avoid looking foolish.  As time went on, she became more and more comfortable and she slipped into the role she was playing.  She actually forgot that her main goal was to learn about Jerry and she spent her time trying to satisfy her playmates. 

Soon the four girls were giggling and talking about the pool and their day.  April had just had a birthday and the girls were all talking about her gifts and her party.  Chrissie had obviously not been at the party so all three of them pelted her with details and everyone laughed and giggled.  April reached into her pool bag and took out a pack of pictures of Barbie. 

April explained, “These are the coolest thing I got.  They are Barbie tattoos.”

Soon, each of the girls was putting on a Barbie tattoo.  Chrissie was having fun helping the other girls put a tattoo on Julie's shoulder when Kathy and April ducked behind Chrissie and put a tattoo of Barbie's name in large script on Chrissie's back between her shoulder straps on her suit. 

They all laughed and ran back into the pool.  Chrissie had become so comfortable that she actually forgot her mission.  Suddenly, Jerry dropped by the group and checked to see how things were going.  The girls were all playing in the lazy river and Jerry was kidding the girls.  April and Kathy began splashing Jerry.  Soon everyone was splashing each other.  The four girls were all splashing Jerry and he was clearly losing.  Then Jerry grabbed his sister Kathy and started tickling her.  The other girls attacked Jerry and started trying to tickle him.  Chrissie having a little more experience knew the right pressure points and was having a bit more success attacking Jerry when he let go of Kathy and turned on her. 

Chrissie jumped up on the side of the pool trying to get away from Jerry.  He reached up and grabbed her leg.  Chrissie found herself on her back on the side of the pool and suddenly Jerry was tickling her.  He attacked her ribs and Chrissie was laughing and screaming. 

Chrissie felt something she had not felt in a long time.  She was yelling, “Stop, stop.”  But Jerry was ignoring her.  Chrissie was the little minx that was attacking him.  He decided to push it and let all his fingers do the walking under her ribs.  Suddenly, Chrissie felt her bladder let go.

Jerry noticed the telltale liquid and her embarrassment.  Her three friends came to her defense and they all started yelling at Jerry for pushing things too far.  Jerry was suddenly all apologetic and called for Mary, who was across the pool from them.  

Unluckily, the ruckus had drawn the attention of one of the lifeguards.  As Mary approached, she heard Chrissie crying.  The girls stood up to move back to the locker room to clean things up when the life guard instructed them to go to the main pool desk.  When asked why, the guard said it was policy when there was an accident near the pool. 

Jerry took command and escorted the five girls to the desk. 

At the desk, the supervisor told them that it was pool policy that swim suits that had been soiled had to be washed before they re-entered the pool.  In addition, children having accidents were required to wear a swim diaper for the remainder of the day. 

Chrissie was aghast.  “Forget it,” she said.  “I'll just get dressed and go home.”

Mary said, “Chrissie, you wore your suit to the pool and my BIG clothes won't fit you.”  Her emphasis on the word 'BIG' caught Chrissie's attention and she realized that her clothes might look a little too old for her image with her new friends.  She looked at Jerry and was lost.  She did not know what to do.

The desk supervisor handed Jerry a swim diaper and told him to get Chrissie into it immediately or they would throw her out.  In addition, the desk needed to hold the bottoms to her suit until they left the pool for the day.  That was how they would ensure it did not return to the pool.  Jerry suggested that Mary and Kathy escort Chrissie to the locker room to help her. 

April and Julie found the situation with their new friend rather funny.  Kathy told them to go back out to the pool.  Kathy was becoming Chrissie's new friend and protector.  She told Chrissie everything would be fine.  They could ignore everyone and no one would probably notice. 

In a fog, Chrissie was escorted by Mary and Kathy into the locker room where Chrissie entered a bathroom stall.  She took off her suit bottoms and cleaned herself up.  As she softly cried to herself, wondering how she had gotten herself into this situation, she slowly pulled the swim diaper up and over her hips.  Unluckily, it fit like a glove.  Mary asked Kathy to take the suit bottoms out to the pool desk and to give her a minute with her sister. 

Chrissie was sitting on Mary's leg, crying, with her head on Mary's shoulder.

Mary consoled her and kept telling her it would be alright.  Finally, Kathy returned. 

Chrissie stated, “I'm just going to stay in here until we leave.”

“No you're not.” stated Kathy.  “I talked to April and Julie and no one will say anything.  Actually, it just looks like you have a bottom that does not match your top.  C'mon!” 

Mary encouraged her and said, “Hey, we need to let Jerry know he didn't hurt you and that you're okay.” 

Chrissie was reluctant.  But, Mary and Kathy dragged her out to the pool.  They wrapped a towel around her waist and you could not see the swim diaper.  Jerry was waiting and he kept apologizing and saying it was his fault.  Chrissie kept telling him everything was okay. 

If anything, Chrissie was more reserved now.  The four girls sat near the side of the pool and talked and giggled.  Chrissie again began to relax.  But it was impossible to forget the diaper between her legs. 

Mary hovered near the girls like a diligent babysitter. 

Jerry and Mary talked a little and Mary mentioned that they had ridden their bikes to the pool.  Soon, Mary had told him where she lived.  Within minutes, Jerry was trying to explain that he had a date on the same block later this evening.  It only took a few more minutes of banter and careful guidance from Mary before he realized that he was picking his date up at Mary's house.  Yes, Mary told him, Chrissie was named after her aunt Christina. 

Jerry and Mary laughed while trying to figure out the odds of this type of coincidence. 

Soon, clouds began to move in and everyone realized the day at the pool was drawing to an end.  Jerry offered to give the girls a ride home to avoid the rain.  Mary collected their things from the locker and Jerry loaded the bikes in his trunk.  The desk clerk handed Chrissie her soiled swim suit bottoms in a plastic bag. 

As Chrissie walked out of the pool with Mary and Kathy holding her hands, she had become so comfortable that she had placed her towel on her shoulder. 

A mother and her small children were walking by and their five year old daughter, said, “Look mommy, that girl is wearing the same swim diaper I wear.”

Chrissie started crying and running to the car.  As she ran she heard the mother say, “Yes dear, some girls have trouble controlling themselves even when they are older.”

Jerry held the door for her and then helped put the seat belt on her, making her feel all the more inadequate.  

Chrissie pondered to herself.  What am I?  I thought I was a 23 year old marketing manager with plans for a big date tonight.  Was it all a dream?  Was my life just a dream?  Or, Am I an adult caught in a web of my own making?  It was my idea to make a disguise.  I went along with the kid’s swimsuit.  Why?  I knew it was a kid’s suit and not a teenager's suit.   Did I want this?  And now I don't even seem capable of controlling my bodily functions.  Here I sit wearing a diaper, clutching my pee stained swim suit, dressed in a Barbie swimsuit, and my new best friend is apparently at 8 years old older than myself.  My boyfriend(?) just buckled me into his back seat.  I guess I'm lucky he didn't put me in a booster seat like his sister. 

Luckily my older sister Mary is here to protect me.  Chrissie yearned to get home.  Home? Sister?  What in the hell was happening.  As she sat in the back seat of Jerry's car, in her seat belt, she wondered why she had done this to herself, why she was going along with it, how was she going to get out of this situation. Chrissie quietly cried and wondered what was next. 

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Coming Home after the Pool
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Responding to the door chimes, Jean answered the front door.  There she found a handsome gentleman and two little girls.  Mary was walking up the walk with her bag and some towels. 

Jean asked, “Hi, can I help you?”

As she did, she was looking for Christina.  As she scanned the car, Mary, the gentleman and the two little girls, she was stunned to realize that the smaller of the two girls was Christina in a child's swim top and a...a...a....a SWIM DIAPER?

Suddenly, Christina jumped forward and said, “Mommy?”

Bewildered, Jean looked up at Mary and asked, “What happened?”

Mary explained that Chrissie had had an accident at the pool and that the pool life guards had insisted that she was required to wear the swim diaper for the rest of the day.  This obviously did not answer all of the questions, but seemed to explain the attire. 

Still stunned, Jean looked at the gentleman and asked, “And who are you?”

“It may sound crazy, but I am Jerry Martin and I have a date with your sister-in-law Christina.  Chrissie and my sister have been playing all afternoon in the kiddies’ pool and when it began to rain I asked them how they were getting home.  Earlier in the day, Mary and I had realized when talking to each other that I had a date with her aunt and planned to pick her up here.  When the rain began I offered them a ride.  Mary checked my ID and my business card to verify I was who I said I was.  She was very protective of her little sister as I am of Kathy.”

Looking at Christina's shoulders, Jerry continued, “Chrissie seems to have gotten a little more sun than I thought.  If I had realized it earlier, I would have put more sun screen on her.”

Jean was totally lost trying to figure out how this situation had developed.

“Well, Christina is not here at the moment, why don't you come in and wait.  I'm sure she'll be here soon.”

“Chrissie, you go up stairs to the bedroom on the right so we can deal with your sunburn.”  Christina quickly moved up the stairs to the old nursery. 

“Mary, I need to talk to you in the kitchen.  Jerry, you can wait in the living room.  Turn on the TV and I'll be back in a few minutes.” 

In the kitchen, Mary explained how Christina thought that pretending to be a kid would allow her to spy on her boyfriend.  As the two of them laughed, Mary explained how she found the child's swim suit.  She told of how Christina's date thought Christina was younger than his 8 year old sister and he suggested that they could play together and Kathy would make sure Christina did not get into any trouble.  Holding their sides, Mary then told her how Jerry had tickled them until Chrissie had wet herself and the following degradation to the swim diaper. 

Jean told Mary to offer their guests drinks while she dealt with Chrissie.  Jean grabbed the video camera off of the kitchen desk and headed upstairs. 

Christina was shuffling around aimlessly waiting for Jean.  She was still clutching the soiled swimsuit bottoms.  As Jean entered the room with camera running, Christina said, “What are you doing?” 

“Oh, you can't be serious.  This moment has to be caught for posterity.  I guarantee, you will look back on this and laugh some day.  Now, before you object, you have to tell me how this happened.  But first, turn around for me.”

Christina pirouetted in a circle before starting her explanation. 

Jean asked, “Did you think the way to win our bet was to dress up as a kid?”

“Of course not!  I was trying to gather information on him and things seemed to spin out of control.  It was like I was on a ride I had no control of.”

“Go on.  But first, I think we should confirm our bet for the camera.  You bet me that if you had dinner with Jerry, that you would get naked with him and then you were going to end your sexual drought; all this evening.  Right?”

“Yes, that sounds like our bet.”

“And the loser will either do the bidding of the winner for three weekends, including wearing what ever outfits are deemed necessary or in the alternative; you will participate in a babysitting exercise for a week with Mary.  Does that sound right?”

“Yes, that sounds like the terms we negotiated.”  Christina was getting a little agitated.  “What are we going to do now?”

“First, tell me how you, an adult, ended up dressed in a kids swim suit and a swim diaper.  I don't know if you realize it, but you make a very convincing 8 year old; maybe younger.”

Christina summarized the bike trip and told how they saw Jerry as they entered the pool.  Christina then told how she decided that she should try to figure out some way to spy on Jerry to learn more about him.  She had asked Mary to help her devise a disguise.  Mary and Christina had quickly gone into the women's locker room.  Mary suggested that Christina take a quick shower to flatten her curly hair and Mary went searching for a “disguise”. 

When Christina exited the shower in her towel, all of her clothes were gone and Mary had this kid’s swim suit.  She convinced Christina to wear the suit and they went out into the pool area.  At first, Christina figured she looked like a young teenager.  But, Mary introduced her to Jerry as her little sister in third grade.  Suddenly she was not a teenager; she was supposed to be 8 or 9 years old.  Jerry's sister was excited to have a new play buddy and Mary abandoned her in the kiddie’s pool area with them. 

After playing in the pool for a while, Christina kept trying to extract herself from the kids playing to hang out near Jerry.  Jerry, being a playful older brother had begun tickling his sister and then suddenly Christina was in the tickling.  Christina pointed out that in her rush to develop a disguise and spy on Jerry that she had forgotten to use the bathroom.  She tried to get him to stop, but since he perceived it as a big game, he kept on tickling them until Christina had an accident.

Jerry was all apologetic, but one of the life guards immediately blew her whistle and Christina was escorted to the service counter.  Mary was called to the counter where Jerry and Christina in tears explained what had happened.  The life guards pointed out that a swim diaper was a requirement for the rest of the day.  The next thing she knew, Mary and Kathy had taken her to the bathroom where she replaced her Barbie swim suit bottoms for a swim diaper.  They reported back to the guard desk and were sent back to the pool area. 

Christina had begged Mary to let them leave.  Mary had said that this was Christina's fault and it was here idea.  Mary was having a good time and they would leave in a little while.  In the meantime, Jerry had assured Mary that he would babysit Christina and make sure she did not get into any more trouble. 

Christina was in tears as she related the story and Jean was laughing and crying along with her.  Jean made sure it was all on tape and then set the camera down on a dresser across from the changing table. 

Christina looked at Jean and asked, “What am I going to do now?  I've got to get out of here and come back to meet him for our dinner date.”

“Well first we have to do is deal with your sunburn and get you out of these clothes.  I think we should continue this charade for just a little while longer and I'll figure out a plan to extract you from the situation.”  Suddenly, Jean's voice became very firm, “But, if you do not do exactly as I tell you, I will stop helping you and I will tell Jerry exactly who you are and what your plan was.  How do you think he will react to knowing he was being spied on and taken for a fool?”

Christina suddenly felt the world beginning to move out of her control again.  “You can't tell him.  Besides the date, I work with him.  I'd be ruined.”

“Then let's get to work and make sure he does not find out.  Even if things don't go exactly as planned tonight, we have to protect your secret.”

The combination of the day in the sun, lots of exercise, and loss of control in her life was beginning to catch up with Christina and she started to feel dizzy.  “Jean, I feel dizzy.”

Jean picked Christina up and put her on the changing table. Christina objected and Jean quickly silenced her.  Jean acted like she heard a noise and ran over to look out the door.  “Shhhh.  I thought I heard something.  You don't want them to hear us.  And you need to refer to me as Mommy, not Jean.”

Adrenaline started pumping in Christina again and she whispered, “Nooo.”

Jean told Christina to be quiet so they can think the situation through.  Jean slips the child safety strap across Christina, telling her it is in case anyone looks in.  Jean goes to the bathroom to get some supplies and returns to the bedroom.  She tells Christina they have to continue this masquerade for a little while longer till Jerry leaves.  Christina nods and agrees.  Jean says let's get this swim diaper off of you and get you cleaned up.  Christina whispers, “Thank God, I am hot and I itch all over.”  Jean tells her to work with her and they will get through this.  Jean pulls the swim diaper down to Christina's ankles and says, “Oh my, you are all red.  Let me put some medicine on that will stop this from developing into a rash.”  Jean's concern and Christina's rising fear level causes Christina to quickly agree.

Jean runs into the bathroom and grabs a tube of Aloe Vera and stops.  She reaches under the counter and grabs another tube.  Returning to Christina, Jean proudly shows her the green tube of Aloe Vera and says “Aloe Vera, it may hurt for a few minutes but after that you'll thank God we had it.  Let's do your back first.  Turn over.” 

Christina says, “I can do it.”

“No, you can not.  First of all, you can't reach half your back.  It will be faster for me to do this, so we can get back down stairs to your man.”

Reminded of Jerry, Christina is again embarrassed, but sees some logic in Jean's plan.  She needs to get back into this situation to save her relationship with Jerry.

As she turns over, Jean is greeted by Christina's temporary tattoo saying “I Love Barbie.”

“So, you are playing with Barbie’s again?”

“Oh God.  Kathy, Jerry's sister put that on my back.  A bunch of the girls at the pool were playing with temporary tattoos and I thought I'd look silly not playing along with them.  Take it off will you.”

“I need to take off this swim top to get the tattoo off.  I know it's embarrassing.  But it seems much less than other things that you have been through today.  Let me help you and we can quickly get back down to your man so you can win that bet.”

Jean retrieved a hot wash cloth and some soap. It took little work to get the tattoo off, but Christina began to complain about the hot cloth.  In addition, Jean was greeted with a surprise.  The sun had not penetrated the tattoo.  But the areas around the tattoo were heavily burned.  Christina would be proudly boasting her love for Barbie for the rest of the summer.  This was clearly going to leave a readable mark. 

Jean quickly covered Christina's entire neck, back and legs.  “I'm going to just get everything so I don't have to be careful where my hands run.  Afterward, I'll wipe any excess off and later we can get a shower or bath so you can feel fully refreshed.” 

“OK” Christina suddenly felt tired.  She had not realized how much the sun and the long day had taken out of her.  It was nice to feel someone rubbing lotion into her body. 

As Jean finished, she said, “Turn back over.  It's a good thing this table has a water proof cover or this would be a terrible mess.”

“Yeah, I feel all thankful you had a baby changing table that I fit on.” 

Jean told Christina to close her eyes as she began to apply the Aloe Vera to Christina's face covering her eyelids, forehead, and the rest of her face.  Jean wiped it away from her mouth and nose before applying more to Christina's ears and neck.  As she worked her way down Christina's body, Christina mentioned the conflicting cool and painful tingly feelings from the gel. 

Jean let Christina know that she is badly burned all around the seams of the swim suit she was wearing since its pattern was different than her other outfits.  All the while, Jean is laughing to herself because Christina has a perfect tan that does not look like a bikini, but is clearly a child’s two piece suit.  Jean finishes the torso and jumps down to the legs and feet.  She works her way back up towards the top of Christina's legs. 

As she reaches the top of her legs, Jean mentions that Christina has a bad burn along top of her legs.  She tells Christina this is embarrassing, but she needs to spread her legs and let Jean apply some gel to her inner thighs.  Jean gets the second tube ready and spreads a white cream over Christina's pubic area and along her inner thighs.  The aloe gel is applied to the really burned areas. 

Christina was really relaxed when she felt Jean working the gel into her lower stomach and pubic bone area.  It seemed strange.  But the overall feeling was overwhelming and relaxing.  So she just laid there and enjoyed it. 

“Now you need to sit here for a few minutes to let this work.  Then I'll get a few wash clothes and clean away the excess.  The longer your skin can absorb this lotion, the better you will feel in the long run.”

“With this goop on my eyes, I can't open up my eyes.”

“I know.  Be careful because it would be bad if you got it in your eyes.  It is important for you to lay still and let this work.” 

Jean went into the bathroom and prepared a small basin of warm water.  Looking at herself in the mirror, she pondered the last few minutes.  She wasn't sure what had come over her.  Seeing Christina in a swim diaper, looking to the entire world like a 7 or 8 year old child made her giddy.  In her wildest dreams of how to embarrass or put Christina in her place, something this wild had never crossed her mind.  But, how could she pass this up.  She had grabbed a tube of depilatory when she retrieved the Aloe Vera.  And with Christina lulled into a sense of comfort, she had applied the depilatory throughout her pubic region.  In just a few more minutes, Christina's body would to all outward appearances return to that of the 7 or 8 year old that spent the day swimming with her supposed “boyfriend's” little sister and came home just a little while ago. 

The power Jean felt emboldened her as she wondered how she could continue to keep Christina trapped in this charade.  She had to convince Christina that it was necessary to keep playing the child’s role.  Jean checked the closet and could hardly contain her excitement.  She found one of Mary's old skirts from when she was younger.  A more perfect outfit for this situation did not exist.  It was a flared blue jean skirt with pink lace piping and a big Barbie patch.  Along with it was a child’s halter top with Barbie's picture on an action background.  It tied behind the neck and back.  It would give full view to Christina's Barbie love proclamation on her back.  It would also be a perfect fit with this outfit. 

Jean heard Christina starting to complain that some of her salve was beginning to itch.  “Jean, can't we move this along?  I'm beginning to itch and almost burn.”

“Hold on.  I'm getting things together.  Don't touch your face or we may have to go to the hospital to get your eyes washed out.  And call me mommy.  What if someone hears you?” 

“Oh, OK.  But let's get moving.  I feel ridiculous.”

You should, thought Jean.  But, she was confident, it will get worse.

Jean ran over to her room and grabbed a bottle of fruit punch she had been sipping on while working in the house.  Returning to the bathroom, she crushed up a few muscle relaxants and a diuretic pill. 

Returning, to Christina, she said, “Hey are you thirsty?”

“I'm dry as a bone.  Anything would be wonderful.”

“I have some fruit punch.  Let me help you sip some and we'll get to cleaning you up.” 

Jean lifted Christina's head up and helped her drink some of the punch.  Christina wolfed down almost half the bottle.

“Man that is great.  I guess I haven't had anything to eat or drink in hours.”

“You know, when you are at the pool or playing you should always remember to get enough liquids or you could hurt yourself.”

“Jean, you're sounding like my mother.”

“Then don't act like a child.  And call me Mommy.  You should have known better than to not have anything to drink or eat for that length of time.”

Christina was beginning to feel like a kid that had screwed up.  But, man that drink sure tasted great.

“Can I have some more of the punch?”

“Sure.  Here.”  Jean helped her to hold her head up again and Christina wolfed down the rest of the drink.

“Let me get you cleaned up.”

Jean had several wash clothes and as she wiped the cream from Christina's pubic area, every hair came with it. 

“Ooh, thank God.  That was really beginning to itch.”

“Give me a few minutes and we'll have you all cleaned up.”

Jean found a few places where there were large daubs of Aloe Vera and she rubbed it in further or wiped away the excess.  And finally, she cleaned off the excess from Christina's face.  The sunburn was really beginning to show now that she had been out of the sun for a while. 

“I'm going to put some lotion on your face.  It's really dry.  We’ve got to avoid those wrinkles.” Jean said cheerily. 

Jean then grabbed a baby wipe from under the table and used it to wipe up and clean up the areas where the depilatory had been applied. 

Christina was starting to really relax.  It was a combination of lots of playing in the sun and water along with the pills she just gave her. 

She didn't even complain when Jean slipped some child's cotton panties up her legs and pulled up the skirt.  Christina seemed to almost be in a daze.  As she helped Christina into a sitting position, she fitted the halter top around her neck and tied it in back.  The child’s halter was thick cotton that eliminated any idea of actual breasts.  A few sweeps of the brush and a pink head band completed her look. 

Christina still seemed out of it.

“Hey, we need to get back down to your boy friend.”

“Oh! I was almost falling asleep.”

Christina hopped down from the table and slipped on the sandals she had been wearing when she returned home from the pool. 

Jean beamed.  It could not have worked out better.  And she didn't even have a plan. 

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Dinner Date?
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Jean led the way down the stairs and turned into the living room where Jerry, Kathy and Mary were talking. 

“Jerry, I'm sorry for the delay.  I had to get little Chrissie cleaned up.”

“It's no problem.  You have a lovely home.”

“While we're waiting for Christina, would you like a glass of wine?”

“Mary, why don't you take Chrissie and Jerry's sister Kathy outside to play while I fix dinner?  Make sure they don't get dirty.  You are responsible, so keep an eye on them.” 

Christina whined, “I don't want to go outside.  I want to stay in here with you guys.”

Look, I don't need kids under my feet while I try to put a nice dinner together.  Please be a big girl and go outside and play for a few minutes while I get things going.  Facing away from Jerry, Jean gave Christina a serious look.

Christina and the others exited into the back yard.  The girls wanted to play tag and Christina reluctantly agreed to play.  They ran back and forth around the swing set and the lawn furniture.  Christina's mind wasn't all there and she sort of relaxed and tried to have some fun. 

Meanwhile, Jean and Jerry were on their second drink getting to know each other.  With no sign of Christina, “The Date”, Jean suggested to Jerry that she would set the table for three adults and the kids and when Christina showed up, she could join them.  Since they had not heard from Christina, Jerry was not sure how to handle the situation.  This released some of Jerry's tension and he began to relax more.  The two of them were soon in a nice banter about local politics, movies and television. 

Jean grilled up a nice sirloin, a mixed green salad, some hot dogs and tater tots. 

Jean called the kids and everyone sat down to the table.  She served up a prepared plate of hot dogs and tater tots to Christina and Kathy.  She sliced sections of the sirloin and served them to Jerry and Mary. 

Christina was at a loss of what to say.  Here she was playing the kid.  But, she did not want to eat a hot dog.  She started to ask Jean a question when she was cut short.

“Chrissie, you know the rules.  You eat what is put in front of you.   No complaining.”

Jean and Jerry continued to talk and get to know each other while Chrissie and the other kids ate their dinner. 

Christina was fuming.  She nibbled at her dinner and watched Jean and Jerry.  She was getting more and more upset.  But Mary kept interrupting her thoughts.

Mary was watching her mother, Jerry and Christina.  Mary could tell Christina was upset but she was hiding it well.  Mary kept up banter with Kathy and Chrissie asking questions about school and other activities.  Christina had to pay attention to keep her answers in character.  That was difficult since, Chrissie was unsure exactly what her character was.

Mary attended a public school and, apparently, so did Chrissie.  Kathie attended St. Catherine’s parish grade school. 

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Chrissie needs a Bath
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In the midst of an animated description of some of today’s activities at the pool, Kathy swung her arms around and spilled red Kool-Aid on the table, herself and of course Chrissie.  The girls screamed.  Jean and Mary jumped up.  Mary grabbed the glass and tried to minimize the damage to the tablecloth or the floor.  Jean grabbed a couple of kitchen towels and was drying off the two girls.  Jerry sat helplessly by watching the melee.  

Gesturing towards Kathie and Chrissie, Jean told Mary, “Now that we have these two blotted down, let’s get them into the bathroom and get them cleaned up.” 

“Okay you two, let’s go upstairs and get changed.” 

Mary herded the two girls up stairs and into the bathroom. 

“Off with your clothes!” She directed.  Mary leaned over and started the water in the huge jet tub. 

Kathy had removed her shorts and shoes and was working on her socks.  Chrissie was standing there in a daze. 

Suddenly, Mary grabbed her and said, “Honey, let me help you.”  She unhooked the now red halter top.  Chrissie grabbed it to cover her chest and Mary tugged her skirt down.  Christina was caught off guard and let go of the top in an attempt to block Mary.  It turned out that Chrissie’s panties got caught with her skirt and she was now nude. 

“Stop, what are you doing?”

“Mom wants you two cleaned up.  You’re covered in sticky Kool-Aid.”  As she threw the halter and skirt into the corner, Kathy was dutifully climbing into the huge tub. Mary grabbed Chrissie and put her in the tub standing. 

Chrissie immediately yelled at her but sat down to get some protection.  “This is crazy.  I’m not a kid.  I’m getting out of here.”  Kathy was beginning to get agitated.  “Why are we both in the tub together?

Jean stepped into the bathroom.  “Honey, I know you are a big girl now, but (emphasis) MOMMY wants you to work with me in this emergency while we get you two cleaned up.  KNOCK IT OFF.”  She was glaring at Chrissie.

Christina choked on her last outburst.  She was staring at Jean.  Jean was staring at her.

“Tell mommy you are going to get cleaned up and show Jerry and Kathy what a big girl you are.” 

Christina took a deep breath.  She remembered that Jerry was here and who she was.  “Okay mommy.”

Christina tried to relax.  Jean grabbed some washcloths and the soap. 

Chrissie let me help you and Kathy with your shampoo.  We need to get the chlorine out of your hair from the pool.  She poured shampoo on Kathy’s head and then put some in her hands.  She began a scalp massage of Chrissie’s hair. 

At that moment, Jerry popped in the door and said, “Hey, let me give you a hand with the girls.  Chrissie’s head was covered in lather and her eyes were closed as she sucked in a gasp of air.  Could this nightmare get any worse?  Jerry knelt at the other end of the tub and began lathering up Kathy’s hair. 

“I help Kathy with her baths all the time.” 

“You know there are people that might suggest there was something wrong with that.” Jean suggested.

Jerry retorted, “You know, I don't understand men that can look at a young body and get turned on,” Jerry pointed with one hand at Chrissie and then towards Kathy “I mean what could someone possibly see in these two children’s bodies that would interest a real man.  Myself, I think it is disgusting.  I prefer women, like you.  I hope I am not speaking out of place.”

Chrissie, looking through the soap on her face, sees Jerry looking at her and realizes that he has no interest in her body.  Christina is losing any remaining self confidence and is totally embarrassed.  She can not understand how this day has come to this. 

Looking to Jean, Chrissie notices Jean is blushing.  “No Jerry, every woman appreciates a compliment.  And I prefer a man, like you.  I'm very glad we got to meet this evening.”

What was happening?  Her sister in-law was flirting with her man while she was in the room.  Just as suddenly, she had the realization that she was at this moment to all appearances a child.  A naked Child! And her “Man” had just declared her body disgusting and unappealing.  Chrissie could no longer hold back and broke down in tears. 

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Chrissie’s Sleepover
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When the girls were done with their baths, Jean suddenly grabbed Chrissie under her arms and pulled her out of the bath.  She placed her standing nude facing Jerry.  A towel was quickly wrapped around her and she continued to whimper as her life seemed to be slipping away. 

Jerry was drying off Kathy when Mary entered the room carrying two blanket sleepers and some juvenile underwear with Barbie on it.  As both girls were dressed, Mary said, “Let’s get the girls dressed and I’ll read them some stories before bed.”

“What?  Is Kathy sleeping here?”

“That is a great idea.” Jean said.  “You two can sleep in the second bedroom.  Jerry and I will wait for Christina to arrive.  I am really starting to get worried about her.  Won’t you girls have a good time?  It’s so great making new friends.”  Jean was looking straight at Christina.  Kathy cheered and was obviously excited about the sleepover.

“Mary, take Kathy into the bedroom.  I need to talk to Chrissie for a minute in my bedroom.  Jerry is this all okay with you?”

“Yes, great.  I’ll wait for you downstairs.  Good night Kathy.”  He kissed his sister good night and went down to the family room.

Chrissie and Jean moved into the master bedroom and closed the door.  Chrissie was standing in an all over flannel blanket sleeper with pandas.  Her hair was combed straight and she looked like the perfect little 8 year-old. 

“Jean what is going on?”

“It’s Mommy not Jean. And I think we need to discuss a couple of things right now.  First, I think you can agree that you lost the bet. Right?”

“I didn’t go on the date.”

“The bet was that you would be naked with Jerry and you would get laid.  In case you missed it, you were naked with Jerry and you will not be getting laid.  Right?”

“Yes, I guess.”

“Well, CHRISSIE, I think we need to clarify the bet and what is going to happen in the near future.  Otherwise, I am prepared to be totally honest with Jerry and tell him exactly what is going on here.  What are your thoughts on that?”

Chrissie was looking up at Jean (mommy) while dressed as a child and was beginning to feel trapped.  In fact, she was at a loss at this moment as to what she should say.  She felt what little control she had slipping away. 

Jean said, “We need to document this.”  Jean turned and set the video camera on and aimed it at Chrissie in her outfit.

“Chrissie, for the camera, please tell us exactly how we got where we are now.”  Christina again walked through all the details of the day. Jean prodded her for more detail on several issues including documenting their bath and her present outfit.  They discussed the sleepover with her new 8 year old friend and then moved on to their bet.

Jean said, “As I remember from earlier, we agreed the bet was that if I won, either you would come to my house for three weekends and be my maid or you would babysit Mary for a week while I can go on vacation.  You also emphasized that “You should always wear clothes that are appropriate for your station in life.” Does that sound about right?”

“Yes Jean that sounds right.”

“It’s Mommy and don’t make that mistake again.  I think that it is inappropriate for you to be my maid and I have come around to your thinking regarding wearing clothes that are appropriate for your station in life.  I believe that you will agree that I can not have a little girl baby sit for a big girl like Mary. Right?”

Chrissie was getting apprehensive and tentatively answered, “Yes I guess that sounds right.  But, I’m not a little girl.”

“Have you looked at yourself in a mirror?  I think that I want the week.  But, for that week, you will be Chrissie; just like you are now.  In fact, I want my week to start right now.  You will remain Chrissie for the next seven days starting tomorrow at noon.  Today and tonight was your own fault.  You have admitted that on tape already.  Do you agree?”

“Now, wait a minute, Jean.” Slap.  Chrissie was knocked backwards by the hand slap to her face.

“I told you to call me mommy.  Every time you call me Jean instead of mommy, I am going to add a day to your penalty for losing the bet.  Starting, now.”

“Do you agree to these terms?”

“What about work?  I have a job.”

“I think that Christina is in the bathroom at her apartment throwing up with shivers and a fever.  You are going to call the office and tell them you have the flu and you will be out for a few days.  Frankly, I want you to remain as you are so I can ensure you live up to the penalty.”

“I want you to agree, now.  Or we are going to go down and tell Jerry everything.  What is your decision?”

Chrissie felt like her reality was spinning away.  How could she get out of this?  She couldn’t see a way out.  She needed to pay the bet and get this over with.  “Okay, I agree, I guess.”

“And you agree that you will extend your penalty for one day for any transgressions like calling me Jean.  You are an 8 year old girl named Chrissie.  You are nothing more than that for the penalty period.  I am the mommy.  You are the child.  Do you understand?”

It felt like the terms were evolving.  “Yes I understand.  …Mommy.”  It seemed like she almost had to choke out the words.

“Just to be clear, if you misbehave, your penalty will be extended, but I will feel free to discipline you as any 8 year old should be.  Now you need to stay in character and get going to your little slumber party with your new best friend.”

As Chrissie was trying to absorb the discipline aspects of that statement, Jean opened the door and pushed Chrissie out.  They walked across the hall and into the other bedroom.  Mary had gotten several Dr. Seuss books out so the girls could practice their reading before falling asleep. 

Jean quickly returned to her room to take the tape out of the recorder and hide it away.  She grabbed her digital camera.  She looked in on the girls to see them reading the “Cat in the Hat” together while sitting next to each other on the bed.  Jean quickly grabbed a few shots of the girls to add to her expanding collection of documentation of Chrissie’s demise. 

Jean left Mary to take care of putting the girls to bed.  With a smile on her face and ideas flying around her head, Jean went down stairs to work on the man awaiting her.  With an evil grin, she thought, maybe Jerry will get laid tonight.

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Can Chrissie lose any more self-confidence? 

Can she lose any more control?

How can she get out of this agreement with Jean?

What new adventures will Chrissie’s new day bring?

What plans will Mary and Jean come up with?

Whatever happens, Chrissie will probably not be happy.

Stay tuned.

THE END - For Now