As Harriet sat on the floor of her bed room, she thought back to how her life had changed since she was a man. Telling a story with a shadow puppet, she sat in black thigh high stockings and slippers along with her lime green night gown. The next day would be her eighteen birthday and by the judge’s order, might have her revert back to a six year old girl.
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"I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!" Harry had said 12 years ago when she was a 32 year old man married to a 30 year old woman name Margaret. She spent their whole three years of marriage complaining about her husband child like behavior. It got so bad that she took him to court over it.
"You brought this about yourself." Margaret said as crossed her nylon encased legs under the table and smooth out her skirt. He straightened his tie and waited for the judge to come out of his chambers with his decision.
"All raise!" The Bailiff said as Judge Welch came out of his chambers and sat behind his desk. As he sat, so did everyone else.
"I looked over the papers you filed at Body Gallery for a temporary suit and the nurse’s report on your husband physical health." The Judge cleared his throat. "It is this court decision that your husband at this time is not able to act like an adult and hereby sentence him to be your daughter for the next eighteen years. At that time the court will decide if he should become your husband again."
"This is crazy!" Harry shouted as the Body Gallery people brought fourth the body suit of a six year old girl. "There is no way I can even fit into they size suit."
"You would be surprise." The manager of Body Gallery said as he and the judge lead Harry into the judge’s chambers. Harry was then stripped of his clothes and stepped into the suit one foot at a time. He fit his manhood into a special pocket that would force him to pee sitting down and moved his head and the rest into the suit.
As the suit seemed to heat up, he noticed how much taller everything in the room where quickly becoming. The manager held up a mirror and Harry was shocked at seeing young six year old Harriet reflecting back at him dressed in a blue T-shirt, pink shorts and sandals.
"Don’t worry Harriet." The Judge said as he rested a hand on her shoulder. "You just be a good little girl and I’m sure you’ll be a man again in no time."
Not feeling too reassured, Harriet was introduce to her new mother (formally Harry’s wife) and taken to the car. She buckled Harriet in the back seat and drove to the super market where she had to ride in the basket while her mom bought her some special treats.
After a day of getting use to her new female life of dolls, a pink and white bedroom and having her mother paint her toe nails blues, she got to spend the next day at daycare while Margaret went to work as the bread winner of the family.
Dressed in a Hanes Her Way Denim blue and skirt with a simple stretch braided straw belt, Mayfair color pantyhose and rainbow slide shoes, Harriet spent her first day at daycare playing in a sandbox, crawling through tubes and jumping in rubber balls. She soon learned to enjoy story time and being free of responsibility.
While on her lunch break, Margaret registered Harriet for school. The next day instead of spending all day in daycare, she only was there between 3pm and 5pm. She looked lovely in her pink sweater set, skirt, hose and one inch shoes.
"As time went buy, Harriet grew up into a fine young lady. She enjoyed Brownies and Girls Scouts along with dance class and went to her first school dance. She got to love all the fashions that a woman could enjoy. Everything except the seamless and tank body suits that reminded Harriet that she was really Harry in a different type of body suit.
Harriet enjoyed the feelings of nylons so much as she grew up that even when she wasn’t wearing pantyhose or stockings, she often wore Loafer Mates to pamper her feet with comfort while given a bare leg look when she had to start shaving them.
The one thing Margaret didn’t expect when she had sentence Harry to eighteen years in a body suit was for her to come home from jogging one day with a handsome young man on her arm. "Mom, I’d like you to meet Roger." Harriet said as she undid the bun that her long hair was in. As she stood in a deep ultra body balance T back sport top and gray sweat pants, he stood in a red tank and black sweats.
"Harriet, may I see you a moment." Margaret asked as she pulled her daughter into the kitchen and out of ear shot. ‘Harry, are you okay?" She whispered. "You do remember who you are inside of there don’t you?"
"I remember, honey." Harriet said as she gave her mom a kiss. "I’ve grown up a lot thanks to your judges sentence. In fact, I’m ready to be a wife and mother of my own if that’s alright with you."
"I don’t remember you looking this happy since our honeymoon." Margaret said as Roger stepped in and asked Margaret for her daughter’s hand in marriage.
"Let me have 24 hours to think about it." Margaret said as she escorted the young man out of the house and sighed as Harriet went upstairs to take a bath and changed into the outfit you’ll remember from the photo at the start of the story.
The next day Margaret went down to the court building wearing a Jersey Pullover dress and sandals that showed off her red nails. Harriet sat beside her in a zebra stripe boat neck dress, beaded thongs and Barely There pantyhose.
"I read the report." Judge Welch said in disbelief. "Since there isn’t any court file to fall back upon in this case, I have no choice but to allow Harry; I mean Harriet, to switch from a jail sentence temporary body suit to a permanent one."
Choosing a pearl pantyhose to wear with her white wedding dress, Harriet looked as lovely as Roger did in his tux. They held one another hand as they cut the wedding cake together and handed pieces out to all the guests. She especially loved the feeling of the hard wooden dance floor under her stocking feet as they danced all night long.
Both Margaret and Harriet where proud when Roger told his mother-in-law that they were expecting. Even though Margaret never got to experience giving birth herself, she enjoyed sharing the swollen ankles, back pains, mood swings and breathing class with her special daughter. She was right there with Roger in the delivery room when she gave birth after 9 months and 6 hours of labor. All of them were proud that it was a girl. Harriet was going to make her the best girl she could be.
THE END
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