I was reluctant to play along with such a degrading charade, but the look in Rebecca's eyes seemed desperate. She was so upset when I told that I was going to a flat party for New Year's Eve while she was babysitting. I could see in her eyes that there was nothing that she wanted more than to just spend the night with her boyfriend, even if it means that her boyfriend has to pose as a little girl for a little while. So, reluctantly, I agreed to carry out her bizarre plan, but only because I felt sorry for her.
As I nodded my head, Rebecca was thrilled. I was suddenly swept off my feet when she dropped down to pick me up and embrace me, her huge arms almost squeezing the life out of me. The preparations then followed. As Rebecca got changed, I climbed onto her bed, still overwhelmed by my transformation. The frilly dress that I wore bothered me so, but I doubted that Rebecca would have some old spare clothes from almost eight years ago, and even if she did, I wasn't willing to experience changing clothes in this body, and I sure wasn't going to give Rebecca the pleasure of changing me!
Eventually Rebecca was ready to go. We both made our way down the stairs, taking far more care in every step I took, left the house and locked the door behind us. Rebecca approached the street, oblivious to the lack of speed that I now possessed, and waited for me on the pavement. There, she made a gesture that truly made me feel inferior.
As I stood beside her, still in awe at the size difference, she looked down at me and held out her hand. To my disgust, she wanted me to hold her hand. Normally I would be more than happy to hold my girlfriend's hand, but not like this, not in this form, it just felt so humiliating and degrading. Nonetheless, I offered her my hand. She then grabbed my hand, ignorant to the tight grip that she held almost squeezing my hand, and made her way through the street, while harshly dragging me behind her.
It seemed like we've been walking through town for hours, when in reality it had only been twenty minutes. Whenever we passed a bystander on the street I would feebly try to cover my face with my hand to make sure that they didn't recognize me. This was already looking to be a horrific night. I could only hope that spending the night with Rebecca was going to be worth all the embarrassment.
Eventually we arrived at the house where we were supposed to stay that night. A semi-detached house in the middle of the suburbs. Rebecca knocked the door, and the young mother, who immediately took notice of me. She bent down and asked who I was in such a patronizing manner, completely oblivious to my true age, gender and identity. I was spoken to and treated like the little girl that I was, but at least I got a free lollipop out of it!
Then we met the stern father, a rather intimidating figure who immediately questioned Rebecca. Luckily she was prepared for every question. According to her, I was a ten year old girl named Annie McCormack, a cousin who she promised to take care of for the night. She promised him that I wanted experience as a babysitter, and that I wouldn't cause any trouble. It seemed that she managed to convince him, and eventually, after much more smothering and being treated like a little girl, the parents were on their way.
Rebecca then turned her attention to the children that she was selected to babysit for the night.
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