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                         From Navy Blue
                               to
                        Little Girl Pink


Life  can  be  truly unbearable for the average male  if  he  is
suddenly  caught in a pair of frilly girl's lace panties by  one
of the girls who works for him. It is obscenely humiliating when
the "boss" is an Ensign in the US Navy and is caught in the  act
by one of his female enlisted subordinates. I know that some  of
you fantasize about getting caught, and we might  subconsciously
desire  female  domination  and  humiliation;  but  believe  me,
experiencing it is quite a different matter!

I've  always  been a casual crossdresser, very content  to  play
dress-up  games in the privacy of nearby hotel and motel  rooms.
The Navy doesn't take kindly to having its men mixing satin  and
lace with its regulation uniforms. I never took any of my  stash
(which  mainly  consisted of several pairs  of  panties,  slips,
bras, garter belt, stockings, and panty hose) to work, and  even
rented  a  locker off base to keep my secret  passion.  Since  I
wasn't  assigned to a ship, but had a four-year tour at a  naval
base  on the east coast, I had ample opportunity to  indulge  my
fantasy life after putting in a full day's work.

This  calm and private existence was shattered when I took  over
the  management of an office within the local supply  department
at the base. The office had five enlisted women assigned to  it.
This  was fairly typical since there are few  opportunities  for
women  to serve aboard ships, and shore bases usually  get  more
than their share of Waves.

All  of the girls were under twenty-five years of age, and  they
were  all  rather attractive. I was especially  attracted  to  a
young Wave named Linda. She was a stunning twenty year old  with
long  shapely legs and a very tight ass. She really  filled  out
her  uniform, and kept most of the men she passed in a state  of
semi-erection.  Even  when wearing the normal  work  uniform  of
dungarees (Navy for jeans) and a blue work shirt, it was hard to
keep your eyes off that girl.

I was determined that my first command would be successful,  and
wasted no time letting the girls know who was boss. We had  some
minor  discipline  problems, such as coming into work  late  and
untidy uniforms, and I handled these in short order. I inspected
the  girls daily, and minor infractions of the dress code  meant
extra  work  before  leaving in the evening. We  also  had  some
strong  hints  of Lesbian activity, especially between  Linda  a
very  pretty girl named Beth. I could not interfere  with  their
private  lives  unless somebody made a  complaint  about  sexual
misconduct,  so  I was content to enforce what  rules  I  could,
especially the uniform regulations.

Every   Tuesday  the  entire  supply  department  had  a   dress
inspection,  and  all sailors were required to wear  the  proper
dress uniform to the inspection, although they could change into
the  normal work uniform after morning quarters. Waves can  wear
either  skirts  or  slacks as part of  their  dress  uniform.  I
quickly made it known that my girls would show up for inspection
in the dark blue jacket and regulation skirt, with proper  black
high-heeled leather pumps and nylons. Needless to say, I  really
enjoyed  inspecting  my  girls. It was a real  sense  of  power,
making  them  line up at attention with  eyes  looking  straight
ahead while I made a very detailed inspection of their uniforms.
I especially enjoyed inspecting Linda since her skirt was always
tight and revealing, and she usually showed a little more  'leg'
than she ought to. It was always a real trip watching the  girls
get ready. They would endlessly adjust their stockings and  help
each other get lint off their blue serge uniforms.

But  all too soon, the inspection was over, and the girls  would
be off to the powder room to change back into the dowdy  working
uniforms.  Some of the girls would hang their dress uniforms  in
lockers,  but Linda would always bring hers back to  the  office
and  hang  it on a coat rack for the next week. She  would  also
leave  her  pantyhose and pettislip in her desk  drawer  to  use
again the following week.

I watched Linda go through this procedure every week. She  would
get  two inspections out of her lingerie before she  would  take
them  home for the laundry. I found myself thinking about  Linda
quite  a bit. I secretly longed to take her and feel  her  soft,
warm  body  under my control; I also fantasized about  her  sexy
lingerie. Sometimes I could picture Linda standing there in  her
pettislip, pantyhose, and black high-heeled pumps ; other  times
she  would  be naked and gently teasing my body by  rubbing  her
sexy  lingerie in my erection. I restrained myself  every  week,
until the time Linda brought in a delicate pale pink nylon  half
slip. I noticed a hint of French lace peeking out from under her
blue  serge  skirt at inspection, and eagerly waited  to  get  a
better look at it when she returned from changing into her  work
clothes. I almost came in my pants as I looked out of my  office
door  and  saw Linda gently folding this  delightfully  feminine
slip which had the delicate French lace and satin ribbons on its
hem.  All too soon, it was in the drawer of the gray Navy  desk,
and we were back in the work routine.

I  knew  I  couldn't resist touching that  delicate  garment.  I
waited  until the office was closed, pretending to work late  on
reports.  Once everyone was gone, I locked the office  door  and
pulled  the  shades. Giddy with excitement, I  unlocked  Linda's
desk and touched the lingerie. I slowly held up her most private
lingerie  and caught the light scent of feminine perfume on  the
sexy  slip.  I knew I had to try it on! I quickly  snatched  the
slip and pantyhose and made for my office. Locking the door  and
stripping  off  my  uniform,  I  slowly  began  pulling  on  the
pantyhose. Once in place, I daintily stepped into the  thrilling
feminine  pink  half-slip,  letting my nyloned  legs  make  that
exquisite swishing sound when nylon rubs against nylon.  Besides
being totally excited to the point of coming all over these sexy
items,  I realized that I was fulfilling both my fetish  fantasy
and  my fantasy to take Linda. It was almost like  having  Linda
in  a most intimate way because I was invading her most  private
lingerie,  and she would never know about it! I felt giddy,  and
at the same time, like the naughtiest person in the world.

I didn't keep the lingerie on very long; I guess I was afraid of
getting  caught. After all, I was violating my own  rules  about
keeping my fantasies off base. I carefully took off the slip and
the pantyhose, folded them neatly, and returned them to  Linda's
desk  drawer.  Everything  was normal the  next  morning.  Linda
didn't  notice anything out of the ordinary. I was sure  that  I
had  found a new and exciting game to play, and I made  quite  a
favorable  impression  on the command by staying  late  to  work
several times each week.

My  game got more exciting one week when Linda added a  pair  of
pink   lace-trimmed  bikini  panties  to  her  usual  slip   and
pantyhose.  In  fact,  she almost made a  show  of  putting  her
lingerie away after inspection. She slowly folded the  pantyhose
and pink lace skip, and gently placed the new panties on top  of
them before closing the desk drawer. Linda looked my way once or
twice  while  she  was doing this, but I thought  she  was  just
trying to be a prick tease.

I followed the same pattern that evening, staying and rushing to
try  on  the  latest  of  her  lingerie.  The  new  panties  fit
perfectly.  I  admired myself in my full-length  mirror,  slowly
raising  the slip to reveal the latest addition to  my  dress-up
game.  It was about that time when my phone rang. I rushed  over
to  my desk, sat down, and answered it. It was the  duty  watch,
just making sure that somebody hadn't left the lights on in  the
office.  While  talking to him, I didn't hear the  outer  office
door  open.  But I did hear someone insert a  key in  my  locked
office  door! I couldn't hang up and get to the door  before  it
opened.  I've got to play this real cool, I told  myself.  After
all,  from  the waist up I was in regulation uniform and  I  was
sitting  behind a large oak desk. I hung up on the  duty  watch,
and  looked  up to see Petty Officer Linda and her  friend  Beth
standing in the doorway.

I  knew  I couldn't stand up without revealing  my  embarrassing
condition,   so I motioned for Linda and Beth to sit down on  my
couch.  Linda  began immediately. "Since this is going to  be  a
rather personal discussion, I think it is best that Beth  should
wait  in  the outer office." Before I could say  a  word,  Linda
began  her  little  discussion.  "Since  you  are  my   division
officer,"  she  began,  "I thought I'd let you  know  that  some
sneaky  girl  has  been going through my desk  and  stealing  my
undies."  She  smiled knowingly, and casually brushed  back  her
long  blonde hair. She told me to relax and stay seated  as  she
began to unbutton her work shirt to reveal her firm tits encased
in  a black leather bra. I was speechless. She was obviously  in
control  of the situation, which was evident by my  silence  and
reluctance  to stand up. She continued to carry on a  matter-of-
fact  conversation  as she stripped off her  dungarees  and  and
stood  in front of me in leather panties, black net  nylons  and
high-heeled patent leather pumps.

"It seems," she said, "that this certain young lady has made the
mistake of spotting my dainty lingerie. You know about spotting,
don't  you, sir? When little girls get too excited, they drip  a
little,  getting  their  pretty  little  panties  all  icky  and
stained.  You wouldn't happen to know who this little  girl  is,
would  you, sir? Do you know any little girls who like  to  wear
pretty  little  panties and slips, little girls  who  get  soooo
excited that they have little 'accidents', would you?"

Trying to retain some measure of control I told her that if  she
stopped  this ridiculous behavior and got out of here, that  I'd
forget this ever happened. But Linda was having none of that.

Her  coy  attitude  suddenly changed, and she  smirked  that  an
officer should stand up when a lady entered his room. With that,
she suddenly began to lecture me on proper courtesy, saying that
when she called inspection, I'd better hop to!

Burning  with  shame and embarrassment, I reluctantly  rose  and
stood  at attention. I was shaking with fear as I  stood  before
this  girl that I had ordered around for the last three  months.
You  could clearly tell that I was wearing the  pink  half-slip,
and that I was in a very excited state.

She had me walk around in front of the desk, laughing at  having
caught  her  boss  half-dressed in her  dainty  lingerie.  "Come
quick,"  she  called to Beth, "I think I've found  out  who  the
'little girl' is that has been stealing my undies."

Beth  came  back into the room. She was carrying  a  Wave  dress
uniform  and a Polaroid camera. "I guess you're  right,  Linda,"
she  laughed. "It looks like our 'little girl' turned out to  be
our division officer."

Standing  there, exposed and humiliated, I was totally in  their
power.  I hung my head as Linda began her little  speech.  "From
now  on, we're going to take liberties with you,  'sir'.  Unless
you want to end up in the brig, you'll do everything, and I mean
everything,  that we tell you. We've even thought up a new  name
for you, something more fitting for our new girlfriend -  Barbie
-  because you're going to be our new Barbie Doll.  So,  Barbie,
you  can  start  by getting rid of that  ugly  male  shirt,  and
getting  your  pantied ass into something more befitting  for  a
little girl panties-stealer like yourself - this ladies uniform.
Since  you like dressing up so much, we're going to let  you  go
all the way!

Beth  put her pile of feminine clothing on the couch and had  me
remove  Linda's  slip, panties, and pantyhose. She made  me  sit
down naked on a cold wooden chair and pulled a table over to it.
She  opened her purse and took out all the bottles and tubes  of
things they were going to put on me, and then began to apply the
makeup to my face.

Linda took the bottle of foundation and dabbed a little of it on
her finger and on several places on my face. When she had enough
of  it  on my face to do the job, she put the  bottle  down  and
began  smoothing  and blending it over my entire face  and  even
into  my hairline, until she was satisfied that it  was  applied
evenly and wasn't showing any of my beard or blotching. Next she
took  a black eyebrow pencil and arched and shaped  my  eyebrows
in a very feminine style.

They  were commenting on how much better my eyebrows would  look
if  they  would  tweeze out all the extra hair on  them.  I  was
almost in a panic, hoping they wouldn't carry out that threat. I
was thankful that they didn't. Linda picked up the frosted  blue
eyeshadow  and  with  a  dabber she applied it  to  both  of  my
eyelids,  blending  it  from heavy to a thin layer  as  she  got
closer  to my arched eyebrows. With black mascara, Linda  rolled
the  brush  across  my eyelashes several  times  on  each  lash,
including  the bottom ones. I could feel how much  heavier  they
seemed  as I blinked my eyes. Next she took a bright red  glossy
lipstick  and  put it on my lips rather heavily  but  carefully,
shaping my lips into perfect sexy little girl pout. Then with  a
rose-colored  blusher,  she took her glossy red finger  tip  and
brushed  the  cheeks of my face gently with it. Then  Linda  and
Beth  both stood back away from me to survey the handiwork  they
had just done on my face.

Then  they had me stand up, and the two of them started  putting
the  feminine Navy uniform on me. Linda picked up a very  pretty
pink  French lace bra. It was underwired and fully  padded.  She
held  it out while Beth  took some glue and fastened a  pair  of
large filled foam-rubber pads to my chest.

Beth then held out the pretty lace-trimmed bra for me to put  my
arms  through the shoulder straps, and as I did, Linda  fastened
the  hooks  in the back of the bra behind me. It fit  me  rather
tight and I knew that I would not be able slide it around to the
front  of my chest to unhook it if I had to, at least  not  very
easily anyway. The pads glued to my chest effectively  prevented
my turning it around.

Once  the bra was in place, Beth took hold of each of  the  cups
and twisted them back and forth several times each, and I  could
feel the adhesive pulling on my nipples as she did so. It hurt a
little,  but  it wasn't unbearable, and Linda told  me  that  it
would make me more aware that I now had tits just like the other
girls that worked for me.

Next  came a garter belt that matched my pretty frilly bra,  and
they wrapped it around my waist and fastened it in the back.  It
too was a little tight, but they said they wanted it that way. A
pair   of  sleek  beige  nylons  was  next,  and   they   deftly
straightened  any  folds or wrinkles that may have  formed  from
being in the box.

Linda  brought out another pair of extremely feminine pink  lace
panties.  These  had  scalloped  French  lace  all  around   the
waistband  and  the leg holes. Once they were  in  place,  Linda
handed  me the frilly pink lace half-slip that was  my  undoing,
and I stepped obediently into it.

Beth  opened a shoe box she had taken from the supply  room  and
removed  the  size 11D black high-heeled  regulation  pumps  and
helped  me slip my feet into each of them. I teetered  a  little
while  trying to get my balance, but since the heels  were  only
three  and half inches, it only took a minute or two to get  the
feel of them.

A regulation blouse was then put on me, and I buttoned it up the
front  and  snapped the collar tie. The skirt was next,  and  as
Linda  buttoned and zipped it up the side I noticed that it  was
much too short to conform to the Navy dress code. Linda remarked
that  she had taken the liberty of hemming it. It didn't  matter
anyway,  since  no  one  was going to see  me  wearing  it.  The
regulation jacket was next, and after I had buttoned it up  over
my  full  breasts, I was made to sit back down in  the  hardwood
chair as Beth placed and styled a long blonde wig on my head. It
only  took  her  a  few minutes, after  which  they  placed  the
regulation  naval  cap  on  my head. I  was  now  dressed  in  a
regulation  Waves uniform, complete with makeup and high  heels,
and  a new variation of naval miniskirt that came to  about  mid
thigh on me. I was now made to stand and Linda called attention!

Linda  began  to  inspect me, commenting on  the  fact  that  my
titties jutted out nicely and that I should be proud to  possess
such  a nice pair. Beth suggested that Linda check to see  if  I
was  wearing clean and regulation lingerie. "Are you  wearing  a
regulation white slip and clean white cotton panties,  Barbie?",
she  screamed.  "Answer me, girl!" Burning  with  humiliation  I
stammered,   "Aye,  aye,....yes,  Ma'am......I  mean   aye....no
Ma'am." "Which is it, girl?" she yelled. "Lift your skirt up  so
I  can see your slip." I lifted my skirt a few inches to  expose
the  non-regulation pink lace hem, but that wasn't  good  enough
for her. She had me lift it up to my waist.

"You  should  know  better  than  that,  Barbie!  Pink  is  very
feminine,  but not regulation. How about your panties? Are  they
white cotton panties? Answer me! Tell me what color panties  you
are wearing, young lady!"

On  the  verge of tears, I had to tell them exactly  what  color
panties  I  was  wearing.  They wouldn't  settle  for  a  simple
explanation.  They  kept  me repeating my  reply  until  it  was
embarrassingly detailed. "Miss Linda, I'm wearing pretty  little
pink  lace  bikini panties with French lace  and  pretty  little
ruffles and bows on them."

"Let's  have  a look, Miss Barbie. Lift up your slip so  we  can
get a good look at your pretty pink lace panties."

I  was now holding both my short skirt and my frilly  pink  lace
slip above my waist. Beth was laughing and busily snapping  away
with  her camera. Linda showed mock horror as she stared  at  my
erection  which  clearly showed through my  ultra-feminine  pink
lace panties.

"What  a nasty little girl - not only are your  panties  against
regulation,  they are soiled. Look, Beth, I do believe that  our
naughty  little girl has even soiled her darling  pink  panties.
With  that, Linda reached down and gently stroked  my  throbbing
erection through my panties.


Now for one of the ultimate humiliations. Standing at attention,
holding  my  new skirt and slip above my waist,  my  subordinate
played  with my erect penis through the ultra-feminine  panties.
With  tears in my eyes I lost all control, and spurted  hot  cum
all over my pretty panties!

"That's  a  good  girl, Miss Barbie, just let  it  happen,"  she
laughed as she stroked my dick. Linda caught any sperm that shot
through my panties in her hand, and then spread it on the crotch
of  my  panties when I had spent myself. They left  me  standing
there in my wet, sperm-soaked panties, and with hot cum dripping
down   my  pretty  nyloned  legs,  they  continued  with   their
snapshots.  After  what  seemed like hours,  they  turned  their
attention back to me.

"Well,  well,  well  - it looks like Miss Barbie  had  a  little
accident," smirked Beth. "Your poor little division officer  has
gone  and  wet all over herself and ruined  her  darling  little
panties." Getting into the next round of their game, Linda said,
"You  know, Miss Barbie certainly has wet her  panties,  haven't
you, Miss Barbie? Answer me, girl! Haven't you!?"

"Yes,  my  panties are wet, Miss Linda." But  that  wasn't  good
enough  for  them.  I had to keep describing  my  'accident'  in
detail  before  they'd let me go. "I've been  a  naughty  little
girl,  Miss Linda, because I wet my pretty pink lace panties.  I
just  wet  all over myself like a big baby, and  now  my  pretty
panties are all wet and icky."

"Not  bad, Miss Barbie. I think you are getting the hang of  the
game," smirked Linda. "Hey, Beth, you know, we can have a lot of
fun  with this little girl. She looks so adorable in her  little
lace panties and sexy nylons. And she was such a macho prick  as
our division officer. I'm going to have a lot of fun making  her
squirm." With that, Linda reached over and grabbed me by my limp
dick  and pulled me to my knees. She slowly lowered her  leather
panties  and sat down on the couch, spreading her legs  wide.  I
had  always  dreamed of getting between her legs, but  not  like
this.

Beth  walked over behind me, raised my skirt and slip, and  gave
me  a sound slap on my pantied bottom. She then sat down  on  my
back, and used a ruler to paddle my lace-clad bottom until I was
whimpering  like  a  little ten-year-old  girl.  I  was  totally
humiliated;  a brave naval Ensign, dressed in a  Wave's  uniform
and  wearing  cum-soaked ultra-feminine pink  lace  panties  and
nylons  and  a garter belt. "If the boys in the 'O'  club  could
only see their Ensign now!" smirked Beth. "Oh, they will if  she
doesn't  obey us," warned Linda. Beth pulled my skirt  and  slip
over  my waist and commanded me to crawl on my hands  and  knees
over  to  Linda, ordering me to lick her until she  came  in  my
mouth.

They then had me stand up to stand another inspection, only this
time  they brushed off any lint that they found. They  freshened
my makeup and replaced one of my nylons that had gotten a run in
it.  Once  they  were  sure that I was  pretty  close  to  naval
regulation,  they each took one of my arms and we walked out  of
my office and through the outer office to the door of the supply
department.  They told me that if I were to be found out that  I
would be in more trouble than I cared to think about as we  left
the building and headed for their car.

We  drove across the base and out the main gate and  headed  for
town. When we came to an out-of-the-way bar clear across to  the
other side of town, we stopped the car and they took me  inside.
We  sat down at a table in a secluded corner and  Linda  ordered
drinks for all of us. As soon as we got them, Linda and Beth got
up  from  the  booth and and decided to dance  to  a  couple  of
records, leaving me all alone in the booth in the dark corner.

It was while they were dancing that a mannish-looking woman came
over  to me and sat down in the booth. She asked me if  I  would
like  to  dance with her. At first I told her no, but  Beth  and
Linda came back to the booth and insisted that I should,  giving
me that 'or else' look.

I  slid around to the edge of the booth and stood up. The  woman
took  my hand and led the way to the dance floor. It was a  slow
song and she held me very close to her. I was glad that she  was
a little drunk, or she might have found out that I was really  a
guy.  When the song was over, she walked back to the booth  with
me, and asked if she could join us for a drink or two. Before  I
could  say anything, Linda jumped at the chance to have her  sit
with us, right next to me.

It didn't take this butchy Lesbian long to start messing around,
trying to feel my legs and ass. The only way to stop her was  to
take hold of her hand and hold it while we sat there. She bought
us  several  more  drinks, and as we drank them,  things  got  a
little  more relaxed. The next thing I knew was that this  woman
had put her arm around my waist and held my hand with her  other
free hand.

Beth  and Linda kept commenting on what a nice couple  we  made,
trying to encourage the girl to go even further than she already
had, to the point that every time I let my guard down for even a
second  she tried to kiss me on the cheek or run her hand up  my
nylons and under my short skirt.

This went on for over an hour, until Linda finally told us  that
we  had better be going. As we got up from the booth, Linda  and
Beth thanked the woman for buying the drinks for us, and told me
to at least give the nice woman a goodnight kiss. I was  turning
a bright red, and if not for my makeup, they would have seen it.
I  turned my head to just tell the girl thanks and as  my  mouth
opened, she planted her lips over mine and sent her tongue  deep
into  my  throat.  I didn't have to return  her  kiss;  she  was
holding  me  so tight around my waist that my head  wouldn't  go
back any further. She kissed me long and hard, and as she did  I
could see the flash coming from Beth's camera.

When  she broke off the kiss, she made me promise that  I  would
return there tomorrow and meet her. She wouldn't let us go until
she  had Beth's and Linda's promise. Then she kissed me  lightly
on  the cheek and let go of my waist. As I walked past her,  she
slapped me on the cheek of my ass rather hard, right on the sore
spot that Beth had left for me.

Once outside, I was going to start screaming at Beth and  Linda,
but  as  I opened my mouth to start, Linda told  me  they  would
lower  my pink lace panties and paddle my flesh right  then  and
there if I said one word to either of them.

We  got back into the car and headed back toward the base.  Once
we  got  inside the gate I felt a little better knowing  that  I
didn't have to show my ID card to the Marine guard at the gate.

The  car pulled back up to the supply room, and we all  got  out
and went back into my office, where my ordeal was ended.

My  ordeal  finally ended as they ordered me out of  the  Wave's
uniform,  but commanded that I remain in my damp lingerie.  They
told me to come to work the next day as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, yes, Miss Barbie, make sure you are wearing your regulation
lingerie  of white cotton panties, sheer pantyhose, and a  white
cotton slip. If you can't do this, you're going to get a  severe
dressing  down,  young lady!" Linda laughed.  Oh,  yes,  replied
Beth,  "it's very unladylike to wear damp panties, little  girl,
so  don't let me catch you wearing damp panties again, or  maybe
momma Beth will put you in diapers. Yes, you'd look just darling
wearing diapers, Miss Barbie."

I sat at my desk, sobbing my heart out. These mere girls had me,
they had all of me. The pictures were damning. They not only had
me  holding my dress and slip to expose my panties  and  nylons,
but  shots of Linda jacking me off, as well as  performing  oral
sex  on her. The worst shots were of me holding my skirts  high,
with my gartered and stockinged legs held tightly together,  and
my  pretty pink panties visibly damp and soiled, not to  mention
the  one of that butch Lesbian French kissing me in the  bar.  I
truly was their Barbie Doll.

These  women  could not only disgrace me, ruin  my  career,  but
quite  possibly send me to jail as well. I had no choice but  to
be  their Barbie Doll. It was past eleven PM when  they  finally
left, and their was no way that I would be able to purchase  the
feminine  regulation  lingerie for the next day. I'm  sure  they
arranged  this  problem, so I left for my apartment to  wash  my
newly  acquired pink lace slip, pink lace panties,  pink  garter
belt, and nylons.

The next day I arrived for work wearing Linda's frilly  feminine
things  that  I had washed the night before  under  my  uniform.
Linda  wasted no time in getting into my office. She closed  and
locked  the  door, and then commanded me to lower  my  trousers.
"Shame on you, Miss Barbie, you're still not wearing  regulation
undies.  Where's your white cotton panties, where's  your  plain
white  regulation  slip?  We  can't  have  this  disregard   for
regulations,  can  we Miss Barbie?" I shamefully  replied,  "No,
Miss Linda, I'm very sorry, Miss Linda."

"You've  been acting so young and foolish, not very mature,  I'm
afraid," she said. "Beth and I have decided to dress you in some
darling  clothes  that are a bit more appropriate  for  a  young
lady.  Mmmm, let's see... you wet your panties, right?  And  you
really  love  lace and ribbons. Your favorite color  is  pink...
Maybe you'd like to start out learning how to be a proper  young
lady  at  an earlier time in life? I guess we could make  you  a
teenage  girl.  I could dress you in a training bra,  since  you
really  have  such  small  tits.  Yes,  miniskirts,  crinolines,
petticoats,  and  simple  nylon panties  and  low-heeled  patent
leather pumps might do."

I  was  getting visibly excited as I stood before  her  and  she
described my teenage girl outfit. Unfortunately I got so excited
that a few drops began to make a damp circle on the front of  my
French  lace bikini panties. "Oh, no, I forgot about the  little
accidents you have. Proper teenage girls don't wet their  pretty
little  panties,  Miss Barbie. I'm afraid we'll have to  back  a
a little farther in time." With that, Linda reached down into the
bag  she brought into the room and brought out a pair of  frilly
ruffled pink nylon panties with rows of pink ruffles across  the
back.  "I got these panties just for you, Miss Barbie, just  the
thing  for a six-year-old little girl. You know, the  kind  that
occasionally have accidents."

Linda had thought this scene out very well. She had me remove my
uniform  trousers and my pink lace panties and then had me  step
into  the frilly, ruffled pink panties. Then she ordered  me  to
sit down until until she returned with more appropriate  'little
girl' clothes. She left, taking my trousers with her in the bag!

Talk  about  stark  terror, here I was,  without  trousers,  and
wearing my nylons and garter belt and these ultra-feminine  pink
ruffled lace panties! I was literally trapped in my own  office!
Linda told the rest of the office to hold all my visitors,  that
the  Ensign  wasn't  feeling  too well. In  about  an  hour  she
returned with several large packages.

"You're  in luck, Miss Barbie. I was able to find your  size  in
some  really  cute little girl's fashions!" she  teased  as  she
pulled  a  fluffy  pink party dress out of  the  bag.  She  also
brought out a starchy white petticoat, black patent leather high
heel  shoes, a pair of pink colored Danskin tights and  a  large
pink ribbon for my hair. She ordered me to strip out of the rest
of  my uniform, and quickly began to dress me in my new  outfit.
In a few minutes I looked totally ridiculous dressed in a little
girl's party dress. I was candy-apple red from shame, unable  to
move without exposing my pretty ruffled panties. "Don't you like
your new party dress, Miss Barbie?" Linda teased. "I really like
to see you dressed as a sissy little girl. And I'm sure my macho
division  officer  is about to wet her darling  little  panties,
she's so excited!"

Linda decided that I should stay like this in my office all  day
and  thought I could amuse myself by writing a  thousand  times:
"I'm a sissy little girl who gets so excited in her new  ruffled
panties and party dress that she wets her panties."

Later  that  day, Linda returned to inspect my progress.  I  had
written the punishment, but since I couldn't leave the office, I
was  in desperate need to use the men's room. Linda  anticipated
my dilemma and produced a little potty chair, the kind you'd use
to potty train a child with.

After  looking  at my punishment writing, she  lifted  my  short
skirt  to see if I'd had an accident. "Very good,  Miss  Barbie!
You're  still dry! I guess it's a good thing I brought you  this
potty chair." She ordered me to sit on the potty chair and  told
me  to  "make wee-wee like a good little girl." I  accepted  the
relief, even though it was terribly humiliating to be forced  to
act  like  a  child. I began pulling down  the  colored  Danskin
tights,  but Linda cut me short. "No, no, Miss Barbie. You  have
to  make wee-wee so bad, you don't have time to lower  your  new
panties."