A Switch In Time

A Switch in Time

By Hal


I don't suppose it would be fair to say that I was tricked out of my adulthood is a more accurate way to describe the situation was that I lost it.

How did that happen? Well, let me give you a little background information before I get to all that.

My name is Cathy Gallagher‚  until recently, I insisted everyone call me "Catherine" because I thought it sounded more sophisticated. The only exceptions I made were for my closest friends.

Anyway, I'm 19 and attend a local college; well attended is more like it. I'm a middle child. My older brother Tom is away at college back east. My younger sister Emily is 13 and a total brat‚  the typical baby of the family at least, that's how things used to be.

My mother is a corporate lawyer and my father passed away in a car accident soon after Emily was born. The accident really changed the dynamics in the family, as Tom became the man of the house. Being the oldest, he took on a lot of responsibility in caring for Emily and me while my mom was at work.


Despite the fact that I was six years older than Emily, I constantly found myself lumped in with her as one of the little kids. Tom functioned (and was treated) as a pseudo adult by my mother. This wasn't a big deal when I was smaller, but became a problem when I reached my teens.

As the years passed, things didn't really change all that much. It didn't help matters that I've always been rather petite. Currently, I stand a little under 5' 2" in bare feet and weigh only about 105 pounds. I'm not well developed up top, if you take my meaning.

Emily on the other hand is a big girl. At 13, she is taller than I am and looks to be developing a nice chest. She is skinny but athletic, and you just know she's going to develop into one of the tall, blond goddesses that the boys love to drool over.

Anyway, you can imagine the battles I fought with Tom and my mother about being treated like a little kid. I was always desperate to separate myself from Emily in their eyes.

Things became easier when Tom left for college. However, my mother was still impossible-- setting all sorts of rules for the household‚  rules that should have applied only to Emily and not to myself. However, there was little I could do about it, college girl or no. You know the scenario‚  her house, her rules, all that.

One of these rules was curfew. I had come home late by about half an hour a few weeks back and my mother proceeded to have an absolute cow. We had argued, and things had been pretty tense for a while. Before all this recent stuff happened, things were just getting back to something approaching normal.

The day I lost my adulthood started out just like any other. I work at a small fashion boutique at the local mall‚  we sell business clothes to high-powered career women. As part of the image, I was expected to dress in an appropriate manner, and receive a significant discount at the store to help with this.

I only worked a couple of hours at the store that Saturday. I was helping the manager with inventory all morning and we were finished by noon. Since the store was dead, the manager said I could go home.

Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I began to gather up my things while the manager went to the back room.

Alone at the register, I glanced up into the nearby full length mirror.

I noted with satisfaction that the exercise regime I had been following had been paying off. My dark blue pantsuit was well tailored, the blazer cut short. My pants were taunt, showing off the slim flare of my hips. I turned slightly, looking back over my shoulder in the mirror at my bottom.

I have always been a little sensitive about my ass‚  what woman isn't? I have small hips and my ass has always been a little flat, girlish you might you say. As I grew older and obtained my adult figure, I did develop some curves. However, I have always felt better wearing a shaping panty. You know the kind‚  they look like regular high cut briefs. However, they do wonders for your ass, lifting it to a new position and bestowing the illusion of womanly curves.

No, I did not have a perfect figure. Besides my flat ass, I also had a bit of a round stomach. It was where every spare pound seemed to migrate. Diets, sit ups, and hours of aerobics had failed to erase it completely. Oh sure, the small bulge was hardly noticeable‚  except to me that is. It was a small flaw, not very evident when I wore a bikini and completely invisible when I wore a business suit. However, I knew it was there and I hated it. I usually wore pantyhose to keep me completely flat.

My chest was another issue. While I'm not flat as a board, neither am I amply endowed. I am small but perky, and usually a modest push up bra suffices to give me a decent chest without too much obvious help.

It irked me that I needed figure enhancements. Sure, if you saw me in my underwear you wouldn't be able tell the difference between my undies and regular lingerie‚  after all, it wasn't like I was wearing a GIRDLE or anything. Still, I considered myself a modern woman with strong feminist beliefs. I was supposed to be happy and comfortable with my figure and body‚  or so said Oprah.

All this went through my head as I looked in the mirror. I ran a hand through my fashionably cut blond hair, putting it in to place.

I looked up as the buzzer at the front of the store sounded. I frowned as I saw it was Kim Richards and Brad Jeffries.

I had known Kim for years; in fact, she lived on my street. We had never gotten along.

Brad was a different story. He had been a transfer student during our senior year at high school. He now went to the same college as me.

He was tall and muscular, with great hair. I had set my sights on him, but Kim had gotten there first. Still, I could tell there was some interest there.

I saw evidence of this as Brad looked me up and down in the chic business suit I wore. I smiled even as I saw Kim frown.

"Hi Cathy" said Kim in a less than friendly manner. The bitch knew I preferred to be called "Catherine".

I ignored the implied slight. It was the best way with Kim.

"Hey guys" I said, smiling at Brad. I leaned sexily towards him, and couldn't help but notice how he kept starring at my chest.

Kim was starting to get pissed. Before she could say anything, Brad said,

"We were just passing by and thought we'd say hello..."

I smiled. While Kim fumed, I spent the next few minutes talking to Brad about school. They finally said their good-byes and I left myself a minute or so later.

I walked quickly, my high heels clicking on the granite mall floor. I pulled out my cell phone and glanced at my reflection in a store window as I made my way towards the exit.

I still liked what I saw. My heels gave me height, and my expensive suit gave me an air of sophistication that I relished. With my hair and make-up done to perfection and cell phone in hand, I had the air of the cool, young professional woman. Eat you heart out, Kim, I thought to myself.

I left the mall and walked to my car‚ which was my proudest possession. Driving and having a car was one of the major battles that I had fought with my mother about. In an area where most kids had a permit at 15 and their license at 16, I wasn't able to get mine until I was 17.

As you can imagine, my mother resisted the idea because a car would allow me to go where I wanted when I wanted. It would be a clear sign that I was growing up and also be a major point of distinction between Emily and myself.

Emily didn't like the idea because a car would give me leverage over her‚ now we wouldn't be dependent on mom to go somewhere. However, I was the one with the license‚ I was literally in the driver's seat! Emily eventually got used to it‚ she didn't have a choice.

I should also mention another sore point between Emily and myself: a few years ago, mom had enrolled Emily in a private girl's school called Brinmar Academy. While I had gone to the local elementary and high school, Emily had to attend this strict prison of a school‚ worse, she had to wear a uniform.

It's an ugly thing‚ a plaid blue and green jumper worn with a blouse that has a peter pan color. White cotton tights and Mary-Jane shoes just make it worse. Emily looked like a dork in it, and I never missed a chance to tease her about it. Finally, mom had to put a stop to it. However, I still had to smile when I thought about how much Emily hated wearing that uniform.

On the drive home, I called Miranda, my best friend. I asked her to meet me at my house, as we were going to try to come up with ideas for costumes for a big Halloween party that was coming up.

I pulled up in the driveway and went inside. In the kitchen, my mom and Emily were getting ready to go to one of Emily's stupid volleyball games.

"Hi guys!" I said cheerfully, as I breezed into the room.

Emily glanced at me with ill-concealed envy, taking in my fashionable clothes and the car keys in my hand.

I smiled inwardly at the PE uniform that Emily was wearing. Brinmar had modeled their gym uniforms on the style that Japanese high school girls wear. It consisted of a white t-shirt with the school logo on the shoulder and powder blue bloomers that can only be described as panties or briefs. White athletic socks and tennis shoes completed the outfit. The bloomers were made to be worn tight, and had a thin elastic waistband. There was no way you could describe them as shorts.

Not surprisingly, all the girls at the academy hated them. It was like running around in your underwear. I mean think about it--‚ they were made out of a cotton-poly blend, and were shaped like panties. You might wear something like it under a cheer or tennis outfit but the girls at Brinmar had to wear them without ANY sort of covering skirt.

"Hello dear" said my mother. ‚ "How was work?" She was moving about the kitchen, packing sport drinks into a gym bag.

"Fine" I said absently, looking at a large box on the table. "What's this?" I asked.

"It's a box of old clothes from the basement" said my Mother. "I'm going to give them to Goodwill. You said you wanted to through this stuff to find a costume for the party. Well, do that today or you'll lose your chance‚ when your finished just put the box in the garage".

"Yeah" chimed in Emily. "Make sure you have a costume for your stupid kiddie party."

I made a face at her.

"It's an ADULT Halloween party" I said grandly. "And children aren't invited... cute uniform by the way‚ enjoy running around in just your panties?"

Emily bristled at this, and said,

"They're NOT panties! They're BLOOMERS!"

I made to retort with another teasing remark, but mom intervened.

"You girls! Honestly! What I'm going to do with the two of you?" She looked at us in exasperation. And then she glared at me.

As I mentioned, things had been a little tense around the house.

Mom looked as if she were going to give me a piece of her mind, but thought better of it. Finally she said,

"By the way Cathy, I'm expecting FedEx to come by today. There's a document envelope and a box of legal papers‚ it's for the land deal the firm is working on. It has to be signed for. You'll be around this afternoon, right?"

"Sure mom" I said. "No problem. Miranda and I are meeting some friends about 7:00 but that's it... in fact, Miranda's coming over in just a little bit..."

"That's fine then" said mom. ‚ "Mrs. Lincoln, a paralegal from the firm might stop by late in the afternoon to pick up the document packet‚ she needs to do some work on the papers before Monday. If we're not back by then, make sure you give it her, OK?

"Sure mom" I said again. Mom and her legal papers‚ it seemed like a dull way to make a living, that's for sure.

"It's important, Cathy" said mom. ‚ "Make sure you're here to sign for everything--- the driver won't leave it otherwise. Don't you and Miranda go off somewhere until he comes by..."

"Jeez mom" I said with some irritation. "I SAID I'd be here. And PLEASE call me Catherine!" Did she think I was some little girl who would forget?

Fortunately, Miranda arrived and after saying hello and goodbye, mom and Emily left for the game.

Miranda is only slightly taller than I am, and also petite. Which is probably why we get along so well together. She looked at me.

"OOOOOH, quite the fashionable career gal, aren't we" she said with a grin, commenting on my business clothes.

"Well, at least I don't look like something that the cat dragged in" I said, looking askance at the ratty jeans and T-shirt that she was wearing.

We both laughed at that. I picked up the box of old clothes and we went to my room to see if anything could be used for costumes.

I dumped the clothes out on my bed and Miranda quickly spied one of Tom's old suits from when he was a boy.

"Hey" she said. ‚ "Maybe I could wear this and go as a guy!"

I had to admit it wasn't a bad idea. I looked through the pile of clothes and spied one of Emily's old school jumpers.

"OH my" I said, as I picked up the dress.

"Hey, CUTE!" said Miranda. ‚ "You could go as a school girl!"

I looked at myself in the three-way mirror in the corner. I saw a pretty young woman in a fashionable business suit holding a little girl's school jumper up to her chest.

"Miranda, I CAN'T‚ I'd look like a fool in this" I said.

"Nonsense" said Miranda. "Guy's go crazy over the school girl look. Why, I bet Brad Jeffries would just DROOL if he saw you like that!"

I told Miranda of my encounter with Brad and Kim at the store that morning.

"I still think Brad would go out of his mind with lust if he saw you in a schoolgirl outfit..."

"Do you think so?" I asked.

Miranda nodded her head.

It was true. For some reason a GUY THING perhaps, boys just loved the whole school-girl/slut thing. Perhaps I could spice up the uniform in some way‚ maybe high heels. I was thinking about all this when another thought occurred to me that I put to Miranda

"How am I going to wear this thing with dumb old Emily around? I constantly make fun of her in uniform‚ she'll NEVER let me live it down if I were to wear it‚ even as a costume..."

Miranda just smiled.

"That's not a problem... you just come over to my house before the party and get ready there‚ you change afterwards... Emily will never know..."

"Yeah, I said, ‚ "That might work, but..."

"Hey" said Miranda, interrupting me, ‚ "If you don't use that jumper maybe I will."

That cinched it for me. While Miranda looked through the pile, I kicked off my heels.

I stood barefoot in pantyhose on the smooth carpet. I undid the buttons of my blazer. I took it off and draped it on the bed next to the box of clothes. I then unbuttoned my white silk blouse.

Next came my tailored pants. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. I now stood in the room wearing only a matching white lace bra and panty set (with the before mentioned ‚ "enhancements") and a pair of nude pantyhose.

I ran my hands down my smooth flanks and along the curve of my ass, relishing the feel of the taunt hose. They fit me like a second skin. The hose had a slight pinkish color- ‚ "blushing nude" was what the package had called them. My white silken panties were clearly visible through the sheer material, despite the slightly darker panty portion on the upper part of the hose.

It was strange about pantyhose, I thought. They were both outer and under wear at the same time. At a certain point near the upper thigh, pantyhose ceased being an everyday outer wear garment and became a part of a woman's most intimate apparel.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, turning this way and that, admiring my figure, my hands traveling over my thighs and ass.

"You've come a long way from your grade school days, baby" I said aloud.

Miranda looked up at this and just grinned.

"Quite the little slut, aren't we" teased Miranda.

"Miranda!" I squealed.

Ordinarily, I'm a little shy about my slight body. However, Miranda and I had been best friends since grade school and we knew each other's little secrets. Besides, she wasn't much bigger than me.

I picked up the school uniform.

Miranda looked at me and said,

"Hey, you can't wear grown up undies with that jumper" indicating my panties and pantyhose.

Almost by reflex my hands again went to my thighs and ass. I felt the silky material stretched tautly over my body. For some reason, I was reluctant to surrender my big girl underwear. I shook my head. I was just being silly.

I turned my attention again to the clothes on the bed.

I grinned when I caught sight of a matching vest and panty set that had been mine as a little girl. Back then, the set had been a little too large--- which is why it had wound up in the box for all these years.

The white panties were made of thick cotton and were full cut‚ they looked a little like boy's briefs. I saw the words ‚ "Thursday" embroidered on the left leg opening and grinned again. The things they make us girls wear! I was glad I had left this nonsense behind long ago and had graduated to silk panties.

I rummaged a little more through the box and came up with a pair of Emily's white cotton school tights. I frowned as I held them up. They were of a cotton/wool blend‚ which meant that they would probably itch like hell. I was glad for my taunt, silky pantyhose, let me tell you!

Miranda looked at the collection of little girl underwear.

"Those should do" she said.

"Miranda!" I cried, blushing at the thought of wearing such childish underwear.

"Oh for Pete's sake" said Miranda. ‚ "It's just me and you here. How are you going to know if the costume will work or not if you don't try it on?" She paused before going on.

"We'll also have to find some proper shoes and a blouse‚ does Emily have anything in her closet?

I nodded and told her to go look. She had a point. What was the big deal? If I had known what was going to happen I would have destroyed that dress right there and then.

While Miranda was off looking for shoes and the blouse, I went in to my mom's bathroom.

It didn't take very long to work the transformation.

I took off my make-up and put my hair up in pigtails.

I looked younger without make-up, and the new hairstyle wasn't very flattering. I had used a colored moose to slick it down, and now my hair had a distinct brown twinge to it. I had also given myself bangs in the front.

I used a make-up pencil to give myself freckles on either side of my nose‚ after all, in for a penny, in for a pound. I figured the more exaggerated the look, the more the whole thing would look just like a costume.

With a sigh, I took off all my big girl underwear.

I grabbed the thick cotton "days of the week" panties and pulled them up my legs and up over my bottom. They felt strange-- tight and bulky at the same time. They fit like briefs, covering a major portion of my ass and thighs. My hands traveled over the tight, thick cotton. How different these panties felt from my own! Well, what did you expect, I asked myself. These are little girl underpants you're wearing.

I grabbed the vest and drew it on over my head. Looking down at myself, it seemed my breasts appeared smaller and my chest flatter. I tucked the vest in to the panties and blushed as I saw how my tummy look in my new underwear‚ round, just like a little girl's!

I went back to my room to look in the full length mirror. Miranda was in the hallway bathroom putting on the boy's suit

I avoided looking at my own face. I concentrated on my middle. I turned slightly and looked at my ass in my new cotton underpants.

"OH!" I cried.

The thick cotton was stretched tautly across my bottom, almost compressing my cheeks. These underpants had the effect of further flattening my ass‚ it now looked as if I had no curves!

I turned away from the mirror, telling myself that I was seeing things. I went back to the bed and shook out the white tights. I sat down and began drawing them up my legs. I then stood and finished pulling them up over my waist.

How hot and itchy they felt! A far cry from my smooth, grown-up pantyhose! The tight cotton hugged my legs, making them appear thin and spindly. I looked down at my self. I could see my cotton panties through the material.

I ran my hands over my lower, cotton tighted form. The silky smoothness I had come to expect with my own sleek pantyhose was gone, replaced with a scratchy roughness. And they itched! I pulled at the tight crotch to no avail.

Turning back to the bed, I saw that Miranda had found a white cotton blouse with a peter-pan collar and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes.

I picked up the blouse and quickly buttoned it on, tucking the tails in to the front of my tights. It was mortifying to do it that way, but I knew I had to get it right if I was going to go through with this.

I then tried on the shoes-- they were about my size‚ a little tight but they fit.

I now looked in the mirror, avoiding looking at myself full length. I kept my head down and looked from the waist down. I saw the blouse and vest tucked in to my childish cotton underpants, my flat, boring little girl's ass, and my thin white cotton-tighted legs.

I started to feel a little sick to my stomach. This was never going to work‚ it looked too real!

I went back to the bed and found the school uniform. I drew it on and smoothed it down. My chest disappeared in a sea of blue plaid. Looking down, I saw the jumper was a tight fit‚ and it was WAY to short. I could tell that without even looking in the mirror.

Trembling, I couldn't believe the transformation. My blond hair now appeared brown, and instead of the fashionable cut I usually sported it was now in pigtails. I also had bangs. My freckles were very evident and my face appeared plain. Perhaps it was the stress, or maybe it was my imagination, but was that a rash of pimples forming on my forehead? It couldn't be!

My school jumper was far to short, allowing my cotton-tighted ass to peak out. I could clearly see my thick cotton panties showing through the thin material. My underpants were showing!

My chest appeared flat, as did my ass. My legs were thin, imprisoned in the itchy wool and cotton. I stood pigeon toed, like a little girl, one hand grasping the hem of my tight jumper, which showed a round, little girl tummy.

Shocked, I turned away from the mirror.

I saw my adult clothes on the bed‚ my business suit, my pants, my grown up underpants and pantyhose. I spied my high-heeled pumps on the floor. It seemed a hopeless task to put them on again. What would be the point?

"OH my goodness!" said Miranda from the doorway. She was wearing Tom's old suit. It was slightly big, but it looked cute on her.

I blushed, and tried to cover my childish underwear with my hands. I turned around and palms upturned, placed both hands on my cotton tighted ass, which filled the panties almost to bursting.

"You look ADORABLE!" said Miranda coming over to me.

"I look like a complete DORK" I complained.

"Well, you do look a lot younger" said Miranda. "In fact" she went on, "I really think you could be mistaken for an 8th grader in that outfit..."

She giggled.

My tights were itching, and I began scratching my thigh.

Miranda noticed my scratching. She reached over and picked up my empty pantyhose. She held the garment up and stretched the waistband.


Part 2


"What's the matter little girl?" she teased. "Miss mommy's grown up pantyhose?"

"Miranda!" I protested. I leaned over, trying to snatch the hose from her grasp.

I over-reached and fell on my stomach on the bed, my childish panties on full display.

Miranda gave my exposed bottom a playful slap.

"Better hope mommy doesn't find out you've been wearing her clothes." she said, indicating my grown up undies and business suit. "You could get a spanking!"

I blushed, standing up, yanking my dress down to keep my underpants from showing. Those were my clothes! Not my mother's!

"Miranda!" I warned. "Cut it out..."

"Can't you take a joke?" she said. "I think someone needs a nap!"

I blushed as she thrust a teddy bear that was on the bed into my hands.

I looked in the mirror and saw a pigeon-toed little school girl, in white woolen tights with thin spindly legs. She was holding a teddy bear. I had to get out of these clothes! What if Emily came home and saw me like this?

"Cut it out, Miranda!" I said, tossing the teddy bear on the bed.

I was just about to begin taking the outfit off when the phone rang. It was Tom, calling from back east. Nodding to Miranda, I picked up the phone and walked out to the living room.

For the next 20 minutes, I sat on the rug, talking to my brother. I was on my stomach, and I gave up trying to conceal my underpants. Occasionally, I absently scratched my thighs in the uncomfortable tights.

Miranda came in the room, having changed back in to her regular clothes. She handed me the teddy bear and smiled. I took it and made a face at her. Holding the bear, I finished my conversation with Tom and hung up.

I threw the bear at Miranda.

"You look so CUTE like that..." she said, smiling. "I almost feel like taking charge of you and going to the park and watch you play on the swings..."

I blushed at the thought.

"Miranda!" I protested.

She gathered up the boy's suit and got out her car keys.

"I think I can get away with this for the party...what time are we meeting tonight or do you have an early bedtime?"

"HA HA, very funny"I retorted. "How about I meet you at the mall later at the food court say about 7:00?"

We were supposed to link up with a mutual friend, Josie Madison, and go to the movies.

"Sounds good" said Miranda, taking out her car keys. She again handed me the bear. She kissed my forehead.

"Now make sure you take a nap before tonight little girl" she teased. "Do you need me to tuck you in?"

I groaned. I had to get out of this outfit!

"All right, all right" I said. "Get lost, will you I think Sesame Street is coming on or something..."

On impulse, I took hold of the hem of my short jumper with my left hand. I crossed my feet and put my right index finger under my chin. I curtsied, my panties coming out from under the jumper.

Miranda giggled and left.

I picked up the teddy bear and went back to my bedroom. It was late in the afternoon and Mom and Emily would be coming home soon. The FedEx guy hadn't shown up yet, either.

First things first, I thought. I dumped the old clothes back in the box and took it out to the garage. I knew the garage door was closed, so no one would see me in my childish school uniform.

I opened the door from the pantry and stepped down the stairs leading in to the garage.

The door closed behind me as I set the box down. Turning, I went back up the stairs and tuned the knob.

Locked! I was locked out! A wave of panic hit mewhat was I going to do, dressed like this?

Wait a minute, I thought. I knew the front door was open. All I had to do was to raise the garage door and go around to the frontno problem. Probably, no one would see me. If they did, it would most likely be at a distance.

I didn't like the idea of being out in public dressed like a schoolgirl, even if it was just for a minute but I really didn't have a choice

I took a deep breath and hit the switch. The door started to rattle up. Daylight streamed into the garage as I moved forward, one handing clutching the hem of my too-short school jumper. I didn't want anyone to see my days of the week panties, that's for sure!

Never let it be said that fate doesn't have a sense of humor. Nor a sense of timing. As the door rose up, I heard a truck pull upit was FedEx! I groaned, thinking this can't be happening to me

I stood at the mouth of the garage and half turned towards the front door. I was going to make a break for it, but it was too late! The truck pulled up to the curb and a cute, muscular young man opened the side door and stepped out.

"Hello little girl, I think I have something for you!" he said, looking down at a clipboard.

I bristled at the term little girldid this guy REALLY think I was a schoolgirl? I stood there pigeon toed, my Mary-Janed feet pointing inwards, my hands tugging at my jumper trying to make it longer.

I could have died from embarrassment, let me tell you. Before I could speak, the driver said,

"Is your mother around---- I need a signature for the delivery..."

He smiled at me without really LOOKING at me. I had seen this sort of dismissive attitude shown towards Emily just a child, not really important in the grand scheme of things. Certainly I was not of any ROMANTIC interest to him.

Which really cheesed my off. A couple of hours ago in my heels and hose, secure in my adulthood at the mall, this guy wouldn't have been able to keep his eyes off me. Dressed and looking like a schoolgirl GEEK however, I was of no interest to him at all. NADDA. I was crushed.

I blushed, not being recognized for the adult that I was, despite the school uniform. What did that mean?

I'm afraid blind anger overtook me. How DARE this LOSER driver dismiss ME as a little girl?

"I'm NOT a little girl" I huffed, stamping one foot down. In that moment, I forgot my adulthood completely.

I'm afraid I wasn't very convincing, standing there with my white cotton panties peeking out from under my school uniform, in tights, my hair in pigtails, looking all of about 12.

"Of course not kid" said the driver condescendingly. "Can you get your mother or someone older to sign for this stuff? He turned away towards the interior of the truck and began to unload a small box.

I was both mortified and humiliated. Had that been the end of the incident, I might have counted myself fortunate!

I started towards the truck, determined to straighten the driver out on a few things. However, before I took two steps I heard a familiar voice ring out.

"WHY CATHY GALLAGHER, IS THAT YOU?"

I turned at the sound, my heart in my throat. There, coming down the sidewalk, were Kim Richards and Brad Jeffries!

OH MY GOD I thought to myself. This is NOT happening! I'm not standing here dressed like a schoolgirl, in tights with underpants showing, my hair in pigtails, in front of a girl I hated and I guy I had designs on!

"Why you look just ADORABLE." teased Kim. "For a moment there I thought you were Emily. I think its great that you're finally acting your true age..."

She paused for a moment, giving me the once over.

"Cute underpants." she added with a smirk. "Days of the week panties are so convenient, aren't they?"

I groaned. I was ruined. Big mouth Kim was going to tell EVERYBODY about this!

"Oh this is RICH" gloated Kim. "Cathy, in a school jumper, panties showing, hair in pigtails--- in PUBLIC!"

I flushed beat red. Stammering, I said,

"Uhhhh, hi Kim, Hi Brad, I was just trying out costume ideas for the Halloween party next month and the FedEx guy showed up..."

When in doubt, go with the truth.

"Well, it sure doesn't LOOK like a COSTUME to me" said Kim, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

She looked at Brad, who was standing there with his mouth open, unable to believe my transformation into a little girl. In the shocked silence that followed, Kim added,

"It LOOKS like your mommy finally got fed up with you and enrolled you in a proper school--- HA! Cathy the little schoolgirl!"

That was it! School jumper or no, I wasn't going to take this humiliation any more. I clenched my fist and took a step backwards, to give myself some room.

Unfortunately, the back of my Mary Jane shoes hit one of the rocks that circled the mailbox on the edge of the driveway. I fell over backwards on to the lawn!

I landed right on my flat ass, with my white skinny legs going straight up in the air, exposing a generous view of schoolgirl underpants.

Worse, it had rained recently and the lawn was still wet. The damp earth had softened my fall, but I had landed squarely in the mud! The back of my panties and jumper were wet and muddy, and there was dirt on my tights. I raised a muddy hand to my forehead to brush my hair back and succeeded only in spreading more dirt to my face.




"OH! OH!" I cried, kicking my legs which we now straight out in front of me. I beat my fists in the ground.

"AWWWWW" teased Kim in a little girl voice, "Did the wittle girl fall down and go boom?"

Tears of humiliation rolled down my now dirty face. I was 19 years old. I was in college. I wore fashionable clothes and was considered both pretty and popular. So how was it that I found myself dressed as a schoolgirl, crying, my hair in pigtails, my panties showing, and sitting in the mud being teased as a clumsy child?

Brad and Kim were both laughing at pointing, and then the FedEx guy came around from behind the truck.

"What's all the commotion over here?" he asked. Seeing me on the ground, he extended a hand and helped me up.

"Are you all right little girl? He asked. "Did you hurt yourself?"

I stood up, trying to brush myself off. I was no longer the cool sophisticated young woman of my minds eye. An awkward, muddy little girl now was in her place.

"I'M NOT A LITTLE GIRL!" I screamed.

"Cathy got all dirty, Cathy got all dirty" teased Kim, secure in her tight blue jeans.

"Shame, Shame" she finished, rubbing her index fingers together in the classic gesture.

Crying, I grabbed the pen and clipboard from the startled FedEx driver. I signed in the appropriate place and grabbed the small box and envelope that he had placed on the driveway. I sped away into the house without looking back.

"Mommy's going to be made at you little girl for getting all dirty!" teased Kim, giving one more parting shot. I could hear them all laughing at me!

I banged into the house, the screen door almost flying off its hinges. I put the box and envelope down in the entry hallway and went in to the kitchen.

I couldn't believe what has just happened! I had to get out of this stupid outfit! I couldn't help thinking what Kim and Brad were going to saythat Cathy was dressed like a little girl with her panties showing and her hair in pigtails. Not only that, but she gotten all dirty like a 5 year old!

I groaned. I took a damp cloth and began to clean up a little. I had just barely started when I heard a knock at the door. Startled, I went out and saw an older woman standing on at the front steps, looking at me through the screen door.

It must be Mrs. Lincoln I thought to myself wildly. I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I didn't even here her car pull up.

"Hello dear--- you must be Emily" said Mrs. Lincoln, looking at me in my school uniform. "Is your mother home? I work at her firm and am here to pick up some papers..."

It was too late to hide. She had already seen me. The best thing I could do was just tough it out, and get rid of her as soon as possible.

Before I could say anything, however, I saw Mrs. Lincoln looking at me stangely. She saw that I had been crying, saw that my school uniform was dirty, and saw the mud tracks from my Mary-Jane shoes on the wood floor leading to the kitchen.

Concerned, she opened the screen door and stepped in to the house.

"Are you all right dear.... Where's your mother?"

I'm afraid my temper boiled over a little. I was getting a little tired of people assuming I was just a little girl. I was also a little miffed that this woman that I didn't even know had stepped in to the house without an invitation.

"No one's home but me" I said somewhat grandly. I was trying to make my tone quiet and dignified, but I'm afraid I came across as a kid who was trying to impress an adult with how grown up she was.

Mrs. Lincoln looked at me in disbelief.

"A little girl like you all by herself? What was your mother thinking?" She starred more closely at me.

"And your all DIRTY! Look at the mess you've made of your pretty school uniform--- why, you've tracked mud all over the floor!‚"

I lost it a bit more at that point. It had been a tough day, and I had had just about enough of this "Cathy's a little girl" mix up.

"I'm not a little girl!" I yelled. "I'm CATHERINE Gallagher, Emily's older sister. I'm 19 years old and go to college! I tried on this uniform as a costume for a party and got a little dirty! So what! And by the way, you're here in my house without an invitation!"

As I said all this, I could see Mrs. Lincoln's eyes cloud over in anger. It was VERY apparent that she wasn't buying ANY of my story.

"Child" she said sternly. "I don't like being lied to. Little girls shouldn't make up stories. Now assuming its true your mother isn't here, do you know where the papers are that I need?"

Suddenly, she spied the box and envelope off to the side in the hall and bent down to pick the up.

"Oh! Here they are, I...."

I suppose it was the word "child" and (again) not being taken seriously as an adult that caused me to react as a did.

I stamped my foot down and with tugged again at the hem of my jumper. Cutting off Mrs. Lincoln in mid sentence, I yelled,

"Stop calling me a CHILD you old BAT!" I yelled. "Now get the hell of my house, I've got to get cleaned up!"

I stuck my tongue out for good measure. I thought if she was going to continue to mistake me for a child, she might as well get a little of the "brat" treatment.

Mrs. Lincoln's eyes flashed with anger. She froze in the middle of bending down. I could tell she didn't much like being called an old bat.

She straightened up and put her hands on her hips.

"Your mother asked me to come over and get the papers and that's what I'm trying to do, young lady." she said in a firm tone.

She was taller than I was, and I suddenly realized that she was no frail old lady.

"I have never seen such a disrespectful little girl in all my life." Mrs. Lincoln continued. "Look at the mess you've made of yourself why, your underwear is showing! Now stop this nonsense and all this lying or I'll take you over my knee! I'm going to speak to your mother about all this!"

I clenched my fists.

"I TOLD you, you old witch, I'm an ADULT. I'm NOT a little girl! Now, would you please take your stupid papers and LEAVE!"

I realized at the end of my little speech that I gone one step too far. Mrs. Lincoln grabbed me by the arm and started to propel me towards the couch in the living room.

"Young lady, you need a good spanking and now your going to get it!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was she really saying she was going to SPANK me?

"I'm not a young lady" I protested. "I'm not a little girl! I'm an ADULT! You can't spank me!"

I tried to pull away, but Mrs. Lincoln was indeed more than a match for me. The next thing I knew I was pulled over her knee on my stomach, my cotton pantied ass sticking up in the air.

Before I could say another word, Mrs. Lincoln began to spank me!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Ohhh!"I cried. "You can't DO this to me! I'm not a little girl!"

I began to kick my legs as Mrs. Lincoln brought her hand up and down again on my little bottom.

"This is for your own good, young lady" said Mrs. Lincoln. "We're going to do something about that foul mouth and bad attitude of yours!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Tears of pain and embarrassment came to my eyes as I struggled on her lap.

I was a grown woman, and adult. Just this morning I was wearing high heels and pantyhose, moving about my grown up world in my big girl clothes. So how was it that I find myself over the knee of total stranger, wearing a school jumper and being mistaken for a child, being SPANKED?

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"This should teach you to lie to adults, young lady!"puffed Mrs. Lincoln

"OWWWWWWWW!"I wailed. "You're making a MISTAKE!"

"You're the one whose made a mistake, little girl!" thundered Mrs. Lincoln.

"I'm not a little girl, I'm not a little girl" I kept saying, as the humiliating spanking continued.

I gasped as I felt my cotton panties and tights being pulled down.

"Do you dare, you old crone! Don't you DARE spank my naked behind!" I cried.

Ignoring me, Mrs. Lincoln gave a tug and my panties came down faster than a flag at sunset.

"I can see you still haven't learned to keep a respectful tongue in your head, young lady!" said Mrs. Lincoln.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I only wish that I had a proper switch do this job properly!" said Mrs. Lincoln.

Again and again, I was spanked on my naked bottom. Finally, I cried out.

"OH please! I'm sorry I lied! I'll be a good little girl from now on!"

I couldn't believe the words I heard myself say. They just seemed to come from deep inside me. At that moment, there was no trace of the smug, grown up Catherine Gallagher. CATHY Gallagher, a naughty little girl had taken her place.

Mrs. Lincoln finally stopped spanking me. I was now a well chastised little girl.

I was told to stand up, and I did so, days of the week panties and tights at half mast. I started to pull them up over my sore bottom when stopped by Mrs. Lincoln.

"Leave those panties where they are child." she scolded. "We're not finished yet you've got some corner time coming!" She pointed to corner in the room and I waddled over, sniffling.

I couldn't believe what had happened to me I had been spanked! And now I was in a corner with my underpants pulled down, my well-spanked bottom on display, and all at the age of 19!

I stood there in that corner, pondering my fall from adulthood for almost 20 minutes. I could almost feel Mrs. Lincoln's eyes on my back, daring me to say something else.

I heard a car pull up and realized mom and Emily must be home!

Mrs. Lincoln told me to pull up my panties and tights. I did so, and started to make a break for my roomI didn't want mom or Emily to see me dressed like this.

However, Mrs. Lincoln stopped me by grabbing my arm.

"Let me GO, you BITCH!" I shouted.

My sense of timing was still intact, for I yelled that last just as mom and Emily came in the door.

My mother stopped short, her jaw opened wide in amazement. She took in the site of her 19 year old daughter wearing a school uniform and Mary-Janes, her hair up in pig tails and was speechless.

Emily on the other hand had no trouble finding her voice.

"Cathy's dressed like little girl, Cathy's dressed like a little girl!" she teased with glee. "Mom"she called, "Am I older than Cathy now?"

Emily came over and before I could stop her, lifted up the hem if dress.

"Look mom, she's wearing baby panties!"

"Just WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" mom demanded. She looked at Mrs. Lincoln.

"Evelyn, what's all this about?" she asked.

Before Mrs. Lincoln could speak, I blurted out my story. Mom and Emily stood there, wide-eyed in amazement. I left out the part about being disrespectful and getting spanked.

Mrs. Lincoln was finally getting the idea that I had been telling the truth earlier.

"Oh my" she said. "Your Cathy Gallagher and you really are 19? Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry dear. I just didn't realize. You certainly don't LOOK 19.

Mrs. Lincoln then related her side of the story, leaving out no details.

"You mean you actually SPANKED her?" squealed Emily with delight.

"Cathy got spanked! Cathy got spanked!" she sang out.

Mom told her to be quiet. She glared at me.

"Is this true young lady? I can't believe your behavior. Still, it sounds like you got what you deserved!"

She came over to me and looked hard at me in my childish jumper and tights.

"Oh my goodness" mom snickered, as she saw my days of the week panties peeking out from under the short hem of my dress.

"MOM!" I yelled.

She ignored me. Turning towards Mrs. Lincoln she said,

"Evelyn, I'm sorry about Cathy's behavior. You couldn't have known about all the rest. Don't think twice about this‚"

Mom looked at me.

"Cathy, apologize to Mrs. Lincoln..."

Apologize! This woman had SPANKED me! I was the one who had been wronged here!

However, I sensed that dressed as I was, my leverage and credibility were just about zero.

I looked down at my Mary Janed feet.

I'm sorry Mrs. Lincoln" I said in a small, contrite voice.

Emily giggled.

Mrs. Lincoln nodded at me and said,

"I accept dear--for my part I'm sorry for the misunderstanding..."

She gathered up the box and envelope. Mom spoke to her for a few moments in private. I heard both of them laughing and then Mrs. Lincoln left.

Mom came back and glared at me.

"I hope you're proud of yourself, young lady!" she said. "Look at you you're all dirty!"

Man she was really playing this little girl thing to the hilt.

"Emily" said mom. "Run a bath for Cathy..."

Emily laughed and ran towards the bathroom.

"Mom" I began.

Mom cut me off.

"I don't want to hear it, Cathy. I can't even leave the house without you causing some kind of problem. Do you know how embarrassing it is to come home and see my 19 year old daughter dressed as a schoolgirl a schoolgirl who has just been SPANKED by a woman who works in my office?"

I was about to retort that it was no less embarrassing to me. However, mom continued on.

"I have HAD it with your behavior and attitude! There are going to be a few changes around here, let me tell you! In fact, this whole incident has given me a very good idea. Now, I want you to go in to the bathroom and take a bath! Emily will help you and I don't want any trouble! If you think this afternoon was bad, just try my patience one more time!"

I couldn't believe she was talking to me this way like I was a little girl or something! It had to be the outfit I had to get out of this school uniform before she put me in diapers or something.

I didn't say anything. I took of my shoes and walked towards the bathroom.

Inside, I found Emily had filled the tub. I blushed when I saw the rubber duck and other bath toys floating in the steaming water.

"OH you look cute" teased Emily. "Not such the big grown up girl anymore, huh?"

"Shut up brat" I said. "I may be in a bit of trouble now, but I'm still bigger than you!

Before Emily could reply, mom called her out of the bathroom.

Grateful to be alone, I began to undress. What a relief to finally get out of that school uniform and little girl underwear! I was looking to getting back into my big clothes and adult panties let me tell you.

Naked, I lowered my still smarting bottom into the steaming water. I soaked for a bit, even playing with the rubber duck.

The door opened and mom and Emily came in.

"Hey! What's the big idea!"I yelled.

"I thought you'd might need some help" said mom sternly. She carried a bottle of shampoo.

I was about to protest, but I saw the look on her face. When mom is in one of her moods, you don't argue.

I sulked as she wet my hair and began to shampoo me in the tub. Emily sat on the john and watched.

I then noticed that that the suds from the shampoo were brown! My mother was coloring my hair!

"MOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"I yelled.

"You'll be quiet if you know what's good for you, Cathy"she said.

I took her advice, a small shudder of fear going up my spine. What did she have planned for me?

Mom finished with the shampoo and left. I was more than a little anxious about my hair.

"Mom said for me to help you" said Emily smirking.

I sat in the tub, mortified while Emily helped to give me a bath.

"Don't get any ideas, Emily" I hissed. "I'm still older than you and don't forget it..."

"From the looks of things I wouldn't be too sure of that anymore!" laughed Emily.

She picked up the washcloth and rubbed my arm.

"Rub a dub dub, Cathy's a little girl in the tub!" she taunted. "HEY!" She said. "You're not so big up top I'm bigger than you are!"

I tried to cover my chest.

"Mommy!" I yelled. "Emily's teasing me!"

"You girls knock it off!" called mom. "Emily, help Cathy out of the tub and bring her in to her room..."

I shook Emily's arm off as I got out of the tub. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the mirror.

"OH!" I said. My beautiful blond hair was now a mousy brown! I looked like a dork with this color! Also, the freckles that I painted on earlier were still visible on my face.

I didn't have time to ponder my new look, as mom called me in to my room. I went, Emily right behind me.

I stopped short at the sight of mom in my room, a pile of underwear and clothes on the floor in front of her. I also saw several packages of unopened pantyhose.

"Hey, I cried, "What's the big idea? What's going on here?"

"I'm confiscating these grown up clothes to make a point young lady" said mom.

Before I could protest she held up her hand for silence. I didn't dare challenge her while she was in this mood.

"Cathy, I'm tired of fighting and arguing with you about your attitude. You're moody, disrespectful, you tease your sister, and you don't listen to a thing I say."

She paused before going on.

"I think I finally see how to handle your attitude problem. Here's the deal--- your adulthood is officially revoked until further notice. From this moment on, you're 12 years old and that's how you'll be treated. Emily is now your older sister so you'll have to mind her. No more car, no more cell phone, no credit cards, no grown up clothes, and no makeup. I think a week or so as a little girl will make you see the error of your ways..."

"MOM!"I protested, standing there in just a towel. "You CAN'T do this to me! I have classes next weekI have a job! I'm not a child! I'm 19!"

Mom was unmoved. She just looked set and said,

"You'll have to call in sick at work and miss classes next week. I'm warning you Cathy- give me any problems and we'll make the arrangement permanent how would you like to go to school at Brinmar with Emily?"

Emily giggled at this.

Mom swung on her.

"And YOU had better behave as well, young lady, and not tease your sister---it was that kind of nonsense that landed Cathy in the trouble she's in. I think we still have some of those diapers from when you had that bed- wetting problem a few years ago. Do I make myself clear?"

Emily just gulped.

"Yes Ma'am" she squeaked.

Mom looked back at me.

"Understand?" she said.

"Yes Ma'am" I whispered.

It was at this point that mom dropped the other shoe.

I think we'll all go to the mall tonight. Cathy, you can wear your school uniform..."

"MOM!" I protested. EVERYONE will see me!"

It was true. We live in a rather small college town, and the mall was the center of social activity. It had the only movie theatre. There was more than a good chance that my friends would be thereafter all, I was supposed to meet Miranda and Josie. There was also a very real possibility of running in to Kim and Brad.

"Everyone is SUPPOSED to see you, Cathy. That's part of your punishment. Any objections?"

I was crushed. My humiliation was going to be total. Mom was determined to teach me a lesson I would never forget. Tough Love can be a BITCH let me tell you.

Mom gathered up all my adult underwearmy push up bra's, my silken panties, my pantyhoseeven my high heelsand left the room. She came back a few moments later empty handed.

Emily fixed my hair in pigtails now a true mousy brown from the coloring shampoo. Before I knew it, I was back in little girl underwear. This time it was a set that was similar to the one I had been wearing earlier with one exceptionboth the vest and panties had a blue flower pattern on them. I must have been an old set of Emily's.

Of course, the panties were "days of the week" these particular panties had "Saturday" stenciled on the leg. How appropriate I thought.

In no time, I was back dressed head to toe as a schoolgirl, just like I had been earlier.

Emily said little, but I could see her gloating. She was certainly enjoying my humiliating fall.

I moped about in my room, reluctant to come out. I was finally called out by my mother and got the shock of my life.

There stood in Emily in my business suit! She was even wearing hose and heels!

I couldn't believe it she looked so adult, so much older than her 13 years. Worse, she filled out my suit better than I didshe wore my clothes better!

I began to sputter with anger.

"You take that suit off RIGHT NOW!" I yelled, stamping my foot.

"Geez, what a baby!" said Emily, smiling smugly in MY clothes.

My mom looked at me and said,

"Now settle down Cathy it's only fair after all, you're wearing Emily's school uniform..."

I was mortified. I remembered this afternoon when I had come home and teased Emily about her PE uniform. I had felt so superior in my fashionable business suit.

Now our positions were reversed. We had switched places! Now I was the geeky little girl in a dorky uniform, and Emily was wearing the chic, grown up clothes!

Everyone was soon ready, and we all went out to the car. I thought of making another appeal to mom, but when I saw she carried a tote bag, I remained silent. I had the distinct feeling I didn't want to find out what was in that bag.

As we approached the car, Emily said,

"Youngest has to sit in the back!"

I groaned. We had a family rule that the youngest always had to sit in the back. I had graduated to the front seat when Tom had left for college. It was a promotion I'd never thought I'd lose, that was for sure.

I said nothing as mom settled me in the back seat and buckled my seat belt for me, just the way she did when I was smaller. I blushed when she handed me a teddy bear.

"Here you go, sweetheart" she said, kissing me on the forehead. It was funnyI knew she really loved about me and wanted what was best for me even if I had to be humiliated in the process!

Knowing this didn't make my predicament any easier, though.

I pouted in the back seat of the car, clutching my teddy bear. I had officially been demoted to the status of a schoolgirl. Just this morning I had been a fully vested adult, with access to all the trapping of adulthood a car, cell phone, high heels, make-up, silken panties, and pantyhose. Now I was just a child, a girl with skinny legs wearing a too short school jumper that allowed her childish underpants to be seen, under the firm control of her now OLDER sister and mother.

In the front seat, I could see Emily smirking. She was enjoying all this, the brat. Some how, some way, I would make her pay for all this. A part of me realized that my humiliating reduction back to little girlhood wasn't all her fault, but she certainly had plans to capitalize on it. Wearing my business suit was only the first step, I was sure of it!

We pulled in the parking lot of the mall and I inwardly groaned. Just this morning I had been here as an adult, in my sophisticated big girl clothes, a young woman in command of her own affairs. Now I was back as a little girl, a pantied exposed child with no adult rights. I felt a sense of unreality wash over me.

I was reluctant to leave the car. I decided to make a last ditch appeal and throw myself on the mercy of the "court”my mother.

"Mom" I whined, my voice wavering and sounding higher than I intended. "Please--- don't make me do this. I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry I was bad before and disrespectful. But I'm a grown up if anyone sees me dressed like this I'll be a laughingstock!"

Laughingstock was right. My reputation was ruined. Kim would see to that. However, the incident on the driveway this afternoon did have a plausible explanation it *MIGHT* be possible to live that down with time. However, if anyone else saw me walking around the mall in a school jumper and Mary-Janes, there would be no explaining it away.

Mom wasn't having any of it. She turned around to look at me from the front seat, her eyes hard.

"Cathy, I told you back at the house I'm FED UP with your attitude and behavior. You've been acting little a spoiled little girl for MONTHS now, and I'm tired of it. Perhaps this little lesson will remind you that adulthood is PRIVLIDGE that can be revoked at least in our household..."

Mom's eyes were blazing. She was dead serious and I knew that no appeal for mercy would be granted. This execution was going forward. Before I could say anything else, mom went on,

"And another thing, Cathy you WILL be on your best behaviorno acting up. I don't care what happens, or who you might see. You'll be a well-behaved little girl and mind your sister and me. If you give me any nonsense, I'll extend your time as child and enroll you as Emily's younger sister at Brinmar I mean that..."

I swallowed hard. She meant it. I didn't doubt that she would find a way to make it work. She was very close with the staff at the school and a lawyer to boot.

"I'll be good, mommy" I squeaked. Emily giggled at that.

"You'd better be" said mom.

I thought of the tote bag.

We all got out of the car and began walking towards the mall entrance. I was taking small steps, trying to hold the hem of my jumper down, in a futile attempt to keep my childish white cotton underpants from showing.

What a difference from only this morning, I thought to myself. Just several hours ago, I strode through this very parking lot in my hose and heels, my ass in silken panties and a fashionable business suit.

We came to the entrance and went in. Emily was smiling, looking so fashionable and grown up.

"Now don't touch or ask for anything, Cathy" mom admonished me.

I flushed.

My Mary Janes didn't make nearly the impressive sound on the granite floor as did the sound of Emily's high heels MY heels!

We passed the boutique where I workedfortunately, no one took any notice of me. I looked in the front window and saw a mannequin wearing a business power suit. I also saw my reflection and groaned at the sight of the mousy haired schoolgirl that I'd become. What difference from this morning!

The mannequin seemed to mock me. There it was in a fashionable business suit while I was just a little girl, wearing a school jumper, stripped of grown up clothes and the privileges of adulthood.

I took small steps, desperately trying to keep my underpants from showing with every step. It was a battle I was losing.

"Hurry up!" said Emily.

We soon came to the food court and movie theatre. I groaned. This was the moment of truth. I prayed for a lucky break and hoped no one I knew would be around.

The movie theatre was located in a corner on the far wall. There was also a play area for children in the middle of the food court. It had swings, a small jungle gym, and a big slide. There was also a small fountain in the center, where you could throw coins in and make a wish. At that point, I wished I had about a million dollars worth of quarters.

I glanced around and moaned. At a nearby table sat Kim and Brad, along with Cindy, Kim's younger sister. Cindy was 10, and in my opinion, a bigger brat than Emily. Worse, she had the personality of a miniature Kim.

Things went from bad to worse when I spotted Miranda and Josie at another table, along with about half a dozen people I went to college with.

Miranda and Josie saw me first.

"CATHY!" exclaimed Miranda, taking in the site of me in public, dressed like a schoolgirl.

"OH my GOD!" she continued. "Mrs. Gallagher, what's going on?"

Josie had come over and was looking in frank disbelief at my childish outfit.

Mom quickly explained about my punishment. I just stood there like a dork, pigeon toed with my panties peeking out and my hands wringing the front of my jumper.

Miranda stood there and listened with shock on her face. However, I could see something else in her eyes as well. She was enjoying this!

"I might ask you to babysat Cathy at some time" said mom to Miranda.

"MOM!" I protested, blushing beat red. The thought of my best friend, a young woman the same age as I was, actually BABYSITTING me was almost too much to bear!

Before any one else could say anything, Kim, Cindy, and Brad came over. Great I thought, let's make it a party.

"CATHY!" gushed Kim. "I see your all cleaned up! Costume, huh? You look so pretty in that outfit!"

To my horror, she lifted up the hem of my jumper.

"I can see you finally got the day of the week right" she teased, commenting on my days of the week panties.

"I see London, I see Francis, I see someone's underpantses!" sang out Cindy.

"You shut up you little BRAT!" I yelled at Cindy.

I saw Brad look at me and frown. It was clear he no longer saw me in any romantic light. I was now just some weird geek who was being punished by her mother.

"Cathy" said my mother sternly, "What did I tell you about behaving yourself? I'll spank you here and now if you're not polite. Now why don't you say you're sorry to Cindy..."

I knew I had better do it.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Cindy" I said in a small voice, my hands grasping the hem of my jumper.

"Why don't you girls go play on the swings." suggested my mother.

"Good idea" said Miranda. "I'll take them Mrs. Gallagher."

My mind flashed back to the afternoon, when I thought I had been an adult, playing dress up in the living room. I remembered how Miranda had said she wanted to "take charge of me" and bring me down to the park to play on the swings. Now that scenario was a reality!

I caught a look in Miranda's eyesshe obviously wanted to say something to me.

I let her lead me away. I heard Kim snicker as she saw my underpants peeking out from my school uniform

"Be careful of your dress little girl" she admonished. "Polite young lady's don't go running around with their underpants showing!"

I flushed beat red. Once we were a little distance away, Miranda said,

"What the heck is going on, Cathy? I can't believe your out in public dressed like that! and why is Emily is wearing your suit?"

I quickly told her what had transpired after she had left the house that afternoon. Cindy, meanwhile, was tugging my arm.

"Let's go on the slide, let's go the slide" she kept saying.

I didn't really mean to push her. I really didn't. I just wanted her to stop pulling at me so I could talk to Miranda in peace for a moment.

Suddenly Cindy began yelling. I could see mom look over with a frown on her face.

"I'm sorry I pushed you, Cindy" I said meekly, hoping she would quiet down before mom came over.

"Why don't you girls go on the slide" said Miranda, loudly for my mother's benefit. She was on my side, but I could tell she was relishing this newfound authority over me.

The last thing I wanted was to go on the swings like some little kid, especially with everyone watching. However, it seemed I didn't have much of a choice.

With Cindy, I approached the ladder of the slide. I was wondering how I was going to go down without everyone seeing more of my childish panties than they already had.

Mom and Emily looked on as I climbed the ladder to the slide, Cindy right behind me. Miranda and Josie stood off to the side, pointing and whispering. Kim and Brad and the rest of their crowd hooted and hollered.

"Be careful little girl." called out Kim. "Make sure your panties don't show..."

Flushing, I tugged again at my jumper.

I was now at the top of the slide. I sat down facing forward, my hands locked on the poles on either side.

"C'mon" said Cindy, impatient behind me. "What's the hold up?"

The hold up was me, trying to get in to proper position. I hadn't slide down a slide in years, much less in a school jumper. I figured everyone had seen enough of my cotton underpants for one day.

I pulled the hem of my jumper down one last time. As I did, Cindy gave me a push from behind. Startled, I twisted around and with my one free hand grabbed at the pole.

"Hey!" I cried. "What's the big idea...don't PUSH!"

Cindy just ignored me. Her hand grabbed a fistful of my peter pan blouse and part of the right shoulder of my jumper. She was going to push me down the slide!

I twisted around and faced her on my stomach, my head now facing the top of the slide with one hand holding the pole and the other flailing around at Cindy. I was hoping to get her to let me go.

She stood there, looming over me on the stair rungs of the slide.

"Time for you to GO!" she said. She leaned forward and with her free hand, uncurled my hand from the pole.

At this point, I was kicking my legs, and I knew that my bottom had come out from under the hem of the jumper. I was once again showing a lot of little girl cotton panty.

I let go of the pole and began to slide downwards. The movement took Cindy by surprise and she was pulled forward. She was still holding on to the shoulder of my blouse and jumper.

To my horror, I felt my jumper and blouse pull up. Gravity took over and the top button of my blouse popped. I kept going downwards, while my blouse and jumper stayed with Cindy.

I felt the garments pull up over my head, and then I sliding down freely in just my childish underwear, Mary Janes, and tights!

Reaching the bottom, I looked up to see Cindy holding my jumper and blouse.

"EEEEEKKKKKKK!" I cried, standing up, my hands trying to cover my little girl's shame.

My hands first went to my flat chest, trying to hide the fact that I was so small up top that I didn't really need a bra.

As before, the vest accented my little bulging stomach, giving me a round, little girl's tummy.

My hands then went to the side of my tight, thick cotton training panties, the briefs providing coverage but illustrating my flat ass and lack of curves.

I turned to the side, half-crouching down, in an attempt to make myself smaller. Panicked, I turned completely around, my hands crossed, palms up across my flowered cotton pantied little bottom.

OH! OH! I cried, tears streaming down my face. People were laughing at the little girl in her just her underwear. Kim held her sides, laughing so hard that tears of her own came down her face.

Mom and Emily stood there slack jawed in amazement. I could see in Brad's eyes that he knew there was nothing about me that could possibly be of interest to him. I was devastated!

I stood there screaming, my hand making a futile attempt to hide my schoolgirl shame.

There I was in the middle of the mall, surrounded by family, friends, and rivals, wearing only little girl's underwear and looking like a complete geek.

Cindy came down the ladder with my jumper and blouse and came towards me. I'm afraid my embarrassment and humiliation got the best of me, as I rushed up to her and hit her across the mouth.

Cindy cried out and fell backwards. I reached down for my jumper when I felt me arm grabbed. It was Mom.

"Young lady, just WHAT do you think you're doing! How dare you hit that child! I saw the whole thingit was an accident!"

An accident like hell! Crying, I tried to pull away.

"Let me GO" I yelled. "I'm going home! Enough is enough! You're a BITCH for doing this to me!"

It was the wrong thing to say. Furious, my mother sat down on the lip of the nearby fountain and pulled me across her lap. Before I could do or say anything more, she started spanking me in my underwear, in front of everyone!

I was 19 years old, wearing little girl's underwear in a public place, getting spanked by my mother in front of all my friends, my little sister, and my rival!

"OWWWWWWWWWW!" I cried out, kicking my legs and squirming on my mother's lap.


SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Mom's hand came down on my underpanted ass again and again.

"Naughty little girl!" my mother said in fury. "Now you're going to get what you've been asking for!"


SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!


"OWWWWWW! Mommy, I'm sorry! Please stop spanking me!"I cried out.

"Spank her little heine!"yelled out Kim.

"Yeah, pull her panties down!" chimed in Brad.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I couldn't believe the pain! My small ass was on fire!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I..... have......never.......seen... such... a............ RECALCITRINT little girl!" my mom thundered, taking deep breaths as she continued to spank me in front of everyone.

Mom didn't even pause or slow down. As her hand came down again and again, she said,

"Imagine...... a little girl like you trying to wear high heels and pantyhose--- and makeup! Those days are behind you, young lady, let me assure you!"

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I felt mom pull down panties and tights! I really started to squirm then, kicking my legs and flailing my arms.

"NO!" I cried out, "Mommy please! Don't pull my panties down in front of everyone! Don't spank me on my naked behind!"

Again, it was the wrong thing to say.

"Don't tell me how to give a spanking, young lady!" said mom.

I then felt my panties tugged down. My bottom was already red, but as I was to find out, it was about to get redder!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

The spanking continued, my flat ass turning a deep shade of red as each spank rang out like a pistol shot.

I really began bawling then, and I was dimly aware of the laughter around me. Finally, mom stopped spanking me.

She let me off her lap, and I stood up, my cotton training panties pulled down low on my hips.

I ignored the shouts and teasing around meall I could think of was the stinging, burning pain in my well spanked little bottom. I had to put this fire out!

I stepped over to the fountain, and to the jeers and laughter of the crowd, sat down on the lip, my ass dipped in the water. I know it was just an illusion, but I swear I could almost here the steam rising from the water as my hot ass made contact with the cool water.

I didn't have long to enjoy the cool water because my mom came over, tote bag in hand.

She pulled me to my feet and yanked up my panties and tights. She then grabbed me by the ear and dragged me off to the girl's bathroom.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWW! Mommmy!" I cried out.

With Emily, Miranda, Josie, Cindy, and Kim right behind us, we entered the bathroom.

I couldn't believe it when my mother took my over to the baby's changing station. She couldn't possibly be thinking of DIAPERING me, could she?

Before I knew what was happening, I was lifted up and placed on the cold plastic table. Mom pulled my panties and tights down.

I began to struggle, however, I knew it was futile.

"Stop that fussing this instant!" said mom.

"What a cranky baby!" said Kim, laughing.

I didn't want to wear a diaper, but I knew mom was determined.

Mom took a pair scissors and cut my panties off. I was told to raise my bottom and felt a disposable diaper being slid in to place.

I squealed when my still hot flat ass cheeks came into contact with the thirsty pads.

Mom got out some powder and sprinkled it all over my crotch.

"We'll have to do something about that hair when we get home" she said.

"Sugar and spite, and diaper her tight." teased Kim.

I began to cry as I felt the diaper being drawn up snug and taped shut. I was back in diapers!

Where were my silken panties, my sleek pantyhose? Just this morning I was a pretty young woman at the height of her adulthood. So how was it that I now found myself on a baby's changing station, wearing a disposable diaper and being teased by a rival?

Mom then put me in snap on plastic pants, sealing me up in my babyish shame.

"OH!"I cried. "Diapers are so hot and sticky!"

I couldn't believe the feeling. The diaper and plastic pants were kissing me bottom, claiming me.

I was then told to stand up, and I cringed when I heard the crinkling sound. I looked over at Miranda, who only shrugged her shoulders. I could tell that she was starting to think of me as just a naughty, backward little girl who had needed to be diapered.

My tights were pulled up, and I was given back my jumper. My thickly diapered bottom bulged out from under the hem, clearly visible to everyone!

Everyone was laughing at me, the newly diapered little girl.

"It's time for this little baby to go home to bed!" announced my mother.

I was handed the teddy bear, which I clutched. A pacifier was stuck in my mouth. Mom grabbed me by my ear and again and marched me back through the mall, humiliated in diapers.

I suppose I could go on, but that's about enough for now.

True to her word, mom terminated my adulthood on a permanent basis and enrolled me at Brinmar Academy. My first day is tomorrow. I'll be going in to the eight grade as Emily's little sister! We have truly switched places and I'm told if I don't behave and be a good little girl, I'll be involved with a switch of a different nature one held in the hand of the teacher!