T.J.'s Experiment in Pink

by Anne O'Nonymous

 

PART THREE

 

Wait a minute! I wasn't rushed into this and, so far, the experience wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I remember reading that we all have our comfort zones (areas or situations we feel relatively safe in), and many unreasonable fears occur when we try to avoid venturing outside those zones, even though there are no visible hazards. It is through facing and understanding those fears that we are able to grow personally.

"Well, let's go get you 'fixed'," Fran said, a little too enthusiastically.

Fixed? Now where was I broken! Was I getting fixed like a dog?

"Upstairs," Sandra commanded.

Up we trooped, to a nice pastel-painted, girlish bedroom with a canopied bed, French Provincial furniture, and a cabinet with dolls. Straight ahead was a large stained glass bay window, with a window seat complete with pillows strewn about. To the left of the window was a door that, presumably, led to a bathroom. It was the video cameras and items on the bed that gave second thoughts as to how far I could go.

"Now, you have to admit that these are some of the most precious and scrumptious frillies you've ever seen. I bet you can't wait to try them on, sweetie," my sister enthused.

I know, but she really sounded that way! I wasn't too thrilled myself; you see, the clothes were for a girl much younger than my teenage self. They were for a six- or seven-year-olds', or younger, confirmation or party.

Anyway, I was stripped, and the clothes and shoes I wore, along with the jewelry, were put into plastic supermarket bags. I was asked to lie down on the bed, face down, and, as I didn't see one of those dildo thingies, I felt relatively safe. I managed to spot Fran holding one camera, so I guessed Sandy had the other.

"Okay, my precious little bundle of joy, let mommy get you all nice so you can go out and play 'til dinner," Toni said.

From the way she said it, I believed she was wearing a wireless microphone. She put some baby oil on me and started rubbing it in. Apparently they had warmed it up a bit, and it felt really good – but it could have been just my imagination. Once she finished that task, she said, "Now, sweet Terri, we're going to dust your widdle bottom with this delightful lavender-scented powder! Won't that be lovely?"

Okay, she was going to do it anyway. And I bet I know what comes next.

"Now for your didees, precious."

I felt the thick cloth on my behind, and I was turned over to face the three of them. Fran stopped the camera long enough to bend over and kiss my cheek.

Toni pulled a triangular section up between my legs, and a second section around the left side of my hip, over the first. Another section came around the right. The top part of the section from between my legs was folded back, making a pile of four cloths. Toni used a large diaper pin to fasten it. Next, she pulled a large pair of elastic pants up and over the "didees." The last covering – panties -- she held up to show me.

"Oh, sweetheart, look at these! Aren't they just so adorable," Toni practically cooed.

The panties were pink satin with white bunny rabbits at the waist, and between the rows of lace that encircled the garment. The leg openings were extended, with three rows of lace going around each leg opening. Toni pulled them up on me, covering the pants.

"Now for your widdle feetsies," Toni cooed as she put the socks on. The white nylon anklets had a turned-over lacy top with a "baby's" appliqué on each. After that, she fastened a pair of black Mary Janes on.

Toni helped me to stand up to receive the next item: a white crinoline. Then the dress! It was pale peach with puff sleeves and a stiff white net underskirt. Toni put it over my head, let it down, then she then put my hands through the sleeves, fastened the buttons in the rear, and tied the sash in a bow. (She was telling me all that she was doing. I didn't know if it was to scare me or she was just being helpful.)

"Isn't this just too darling, precious," Toni stated, as she took my hands and had me feel the clothes.

I had to confess that they did feel very nice. In fact, I could grow to like something like these – whoa, Tea, what are you saying! Am I admitting that I liked what I was wearing?

Toni fastened a small necklace around my neck. At last, the wig I was wearing was replaced with another. I'm sure you all have seen Shirley Temple and those curls – well, that was what I was now wearing. My hands were put into mittens, fastened at the wrist, making it difficult to pick things up; a pacifier, held in place by a ribbon tied in the nape, kept me quiet; and a bonnet covered my head.

All of my charges giggled at the sight -- I was truly a baby girl, going out to play. Each piece of clothing was documented as it went on.

Of course, I did have a thought they had some malicious intent, but that faded rather quickly. I sensed that it was more in play.

Down we went and out to the swings in the play area at the rear of the house. A description might help: The seat was a steel plate with a wood and padded leather covering. Its supports were tempered steel chain, welded to the crossbar at the top and to the seat. Under the seat was a welded-on eyelet.

"Come on, sweetheart, sit down," Toni requested (?).

I sat on the seat, and a leather belt, attached loosely to the support chains, was fastened around my waist and buckled in the rear. Next, handcuffs were used to secure my wrists to the support chains. Shackles went on the ankles, and the chain between was padlocked under the seat.

"That's so widdle babykins doesn't fall out an' hurt her widdle heinie," Sandra said.

The girls (tormenters?) took turns, one pushing me and other recording on video or Polaroid. Yet, it was rather nice swinging to and fro, the wind pushing up the dress to display my unmentionables, and all my cares behind. I think that they enjoyed the play, maybe even my discomfort.

Fran started the song: "I see London, I see France, I see Terri's underpants!" Soon the trio was chanting as if it was a new kind of mantra.

(You should realize that these ladies all suffered to some degree at the hands of a male, be it a father, brother, authority figure or a friend. The possibility that I was a stand-in for that person was uppermost in my mind and, for that reason, I was afraid as to how far they might go.)

After a while, the attachments and my pacifier were removed, and we moved over to the seesaw. Again, a similar arrangement was used to secure me. Still more photos were taken. It was me and Toni vs. Fran and Sandra; Sandra and me vs. Fran and Toni.

The sudden sound of a car horn blaring announced the arrival of two more witnesses to my discomfort – Judy and Jean.

"Hi, Fran, who's the precious little darling?" asked one as they walked over to the play area.

"Hi, Judy, Jean. You won't believe me! This is TJ, Sandra's brother. We're calling 'her' Terri."

Oh, what the hell – I guess I'm entitled to some fun, too. "Hewo mith Judy, hewo mith Jean. I'm tho pleathed to meet you!"

The pair let out with pleasant giggling laughter.

Judy was a tall, attractive, green-eyed, auburn athlete. I heard from Sandy that she played all sports, even trying football, and her musculature showed it! Jean was also fairly tall, had blue eyes and wore glasses that made her an even more attractive brunette than her description. Soon, Toni left the group to start cooking, and the new arrivals took their turns with me on the seesaw.

In that one period of time spent with them, I learned more about those girls than I had over the past three years. Jean's mother recently got a divorce from her abusive husband on several grounds, and Judy's father was a stranger in their house -- he finally left them. Both girls had recently broke up with controlling boyfriends.

The buzzing of something in Fran's pocket jolted me back to the reality around me. She pulled a small device from her pocket.

"Yes, Toni," she replied, then listened for a moment, answered, "Okay, we'll be in as soon as the baby is freed."

"Come on sweetums, almost time for dindin," Sandy crooned as she removed the cuffs and shackles, placing them in a canvas bag for another time.

With some trepidation, I wondered what Gerber's product I would get to sample. Entering the house, there was the tempting aroma of spaghetti sauce in the air, and I was hungry. As we entered the dining area, I saw what looked like a baby's high chair, only lower. I was led to the chair and seated. Toni tied a large bib, with the word "baby" on it, on me, saying, "This will keep those pretty things nice and clean."

"Sweetie, put your arms by your side," Sandra said.

As I obeyed, a harness came over my head. Two straps, with buckles, came across my chest and fastened in the rear, pinning my arms. Two more straps held my calves to the chair legs. A tray was placed on the chair arms, and two extensions fastened there by carriage bolts and wing nuts. I was certain I wouldn't get out of this anytime soon

Sandra procured a large plate, filled it with pasta, added a tomato sauce containing mushrooms, shrimp and onions, sprinkled it with shredded cheese and placed it in front of me. The rest of the girls filled their plates as well. Apparently Judy was to take care of "baby," as she proceeded to cut up my food into bite-sized pieces. Taking the chair beside me, she took some bites from her plate, feed me a bit, then more for herself. Sandra, to my left, joined in the fun. Soon, each of the girls present took a turn in my feeding. I would like to think that they felt a maternal need to see that I was well-fed; but then again, I have been known to be wrong.

I noticed that the girls had a red wine with their dinner – I guess I was too young for it. But, I did get a nice piece of apple pie.

After "dindin," my face was wiped clean, rescued from my confinement and moved to the family room.

Judy came in from the kitchen, where the rest of the girls were chattering about one thing or another as they cleaned up, carrying a baby bottle, complete with nipple, in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. The bottle appeared to be filled with orange juice.

She sat in a rocking chair, and called to me, "Terri darling, it's time for your bottle. Come sit on Mommy Judy's lap."

Judy was rocking, feeding me a bottle, occasionally sipping her coffee, reading a bedtime story to me, and listening to the TV. I just lay there, contentedly sucking away on my bottle. Ahh, the height of luxury – being a baby!

When the dishes were finished, the rest of the group joined us, coffee in hand. The TV was showing a program on "Haunted Hotels in America" and a lively discussion started about ghosts and whether they existed or not. Jean came up with the novel idea that ghosts are a quantum memory that hasn't been erased. As she said, it's like there's an imprint on the atomic structure that makes up the area -- a kind of movie that keeps playing over and over. Cold spots, she said, are energy imbalances. As you can imagine a lot more discussion followed.

When the riot quieted down, the girls had me show off the pretties I was wearing. The panties were a big hit, as was the crinoline.

"You know, you're a lucky little girl to have your mommy put such pretty things on you," Jean said wistfully.

"You really are such an adorable little one," Judy added.

(Comment: now, should I just accept that as a compliment as given, or as something else.)

"It is past your bedtime, sweetie, and we big girls are going to talk about yucky boys," Sandra said, making a distasteful face, "Now no arguments, it's off to bed with you."

"Uggh, yucky boys," I repeated, making the same face back at her.

Just before Sandra and me reached the stairs, Toni called, " Hey, Tea, if you could have a guaranteed date with any girl in school, excluding your sister, who would it be?"

Without thinking, I blurted out, "Nancy Mueller." I had a crush on her for months. Nancy was my age, lived a block from my house, and could be called the typical girl-next-door. Soft reddish-brown hair falling in waves to her shoulders, gorgeous green eyes that you could just fall in love with, pert little upturned nose, and a voice like the soft whispers of the wind through the trees. She dressed in the sweater and slacks fashion prevalent in school, but how she filled out that sweater -- wow is just too small a word to use. A smile peering through luscious ruby-red lips that would put a super nova to shame! Unfortunately, her mother was rather rich and a director in two local companies, and we were just getting along, so I could only watch her sashay along the corridors of the school, and sigh. She was Major League material, and me, well, I was T-ball.

"Okay, thanks. You'll see her sometime soon."

As I went up to beddie-bye, I wondered about the question. What harm could come from the answer.

First, Sandra gave me a bubble bath (I was now used to being undressed in front of her), and as I patted myself dry, she laid out my nightwear, a pale lavender Babydoll. She had placed a robe on the back of the door, and a pair of pink bunny slippers under the bed.

I dressed in the filmy concoction, pulled back the covers and slid under the peach-colored satin sheets covering the bed, thinking that I could get used to this.

Sandy sat on the bed, looking at me with a beaming smile. "Really, Tea, did you have a nice time?" she asked, almost knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from my lips.

"Well, I'm still evaluating the results of my experiment," I said with a broad grin, "but I suspect the attraction is that it gives men something they lost and are trying to regain."

"You may be right!" she stated, "Well, you have a good night." With that, she kissed me on the lips and left to rejoin her friends.

I lay there, quite comfortable, wondering if my meandering speech was close to the truth. I lay back trying to make sense of what had happened during the day – mostly it was what I was learning about myself. I liked soft things, but I also like some sports; I let them do things to me, but I let them; and, I enjoyed their company more than I would a man's. I felt comfortable around them.

"Hi, Terri! I'm going to shower and I'll join you in just a few minutes."

Toni had just entered the room – apparently she would be sleeping with me (keep your prurient thoughts to yourself, she was just keeping me company). I watched her undress down to bra and panties. Now there was a magnificent body! She was built like the proverbial brick, you know the rest. I mean she was a muscular 36-24-36, who wouldn't like something like that.

"Hey, TJ, like the view?" she teasingly inquired.

"Emm, Toni, I'm admiring your body because it is, well, a nice example," I said, meaning it, "and you keep it in good shape."

"Okay, what you're saying is you think I'm a good example of how a woman should look -- in your mind that is. Am I correct?"

"Not only you, but the other girls too."

"Let me get a shower, and we can talk in bed."

"Okay," I said as she went into the bathroom carrying clean underwear and a nightie.

Soon, I heard the water running in the shower, as she had left the door open. One thought came to mind: mainly, for the first time in my life I was spending the night with a girl in her room wearing some of her clothes, and I felt more like a friend than a possible lover – then again, shouldn't you be a friend first, then lover?

What had started out as a simple experiment from a TV show had taken on a life of its own, and, in the process, it was teaching me about myself, probing into areas that I might not wish to explore. (Comment: too melodramatic? Not really, I think everyone tries to hide a side of themselves that would put them in a bad light; i.e., softness= weakness, accepting of another=submissiveness.)

The water stopped running and I could hear footsteps, and, "I'm drying off, TJ, and I'll be done in a few minutes," from Toni.

I turned on my side, and leaned on my elbow, anticipating Toni's entrance. I didn't have long to wait! She entered the room in a pale blue nightgown that fit to a "T." Why, oh why did Sandy have so many beautiful friends!

After putting out the overhead light, she walked over to the bed, pulled back the covers and climbed in. A part of me was stiff as a rock, and yet I knew there was no real attraction between us. It may be just a survival stimulus, the maintenance of the species so to speak. Or, was the stimulus from another area, the clothes perhaps? I lay on the bed, facing her, just absorbing every nuance of her very attractive face.

"So, Tea," Toni asked, "have you any definitive data from your experiment?"

"The data are still being evaluated. Actually, I'm feeling very good, and I don't have an explanation for it!"

"I have a theory, would you like to hear it?"

"Shoot!"

"Okay, there are two kinds of men: men that prefer the company of other men – that is, as fishing, bowling or golfing buddies. Then there are men that prefer the company of women. Some go so far as to emulate them in every aspect. They may even dress in female clothes, but they still prefer women."

"O-h-h-h-h. So, what I think you are saying is that these men are female lovers, probably in both contexts. I would think that these would be better husbands."

Toni mulled over the question for a minute or two, the replied, "It would seem so, possibly because it would reaffirm their masculinity, whereas the other type may fear loss of some of their masculinity by being around females any longer than necessary."

Scientists ask questions and try to find answers, while I ask questions and only find more questions.

 

To Be Continued –

Annie O

 

 

 

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