You always were a people pleaser. It was a fatal flaw you hated that you had. So with two young girls, no older than your sister, much younger in fact, you felt pity at their situation. They obviously wanted to include you into something.
"What if we play on the swings? That could definitely be fun." You suggest. Neither girl seems totally pleased with the idea, but neither seems displeased to the point they are able to refuse. You push Daffodil first, then push Cherry, and soon are pushing both of them.
So much for all three of you playing together.
Your arms begin to grow quite tired from the exertion. They weren't heavy by any means, but you had to have been pressing them both up for close to 15 minutes; Natalie came over to your group. Your savior. Your knight in shining armor. You tried not to think that just a bit of time ago, her hand had been wrapped around your dick to change it, and you'd been genuinely scared she didn't know it was you.
"Why don't you girls play with the rest of the class? We'll be extending recess today." Natalie said with a smile.
"Emma won't trade!" The girls both shout, stopping your swinging with their feet, and throwing you right under the bus like it was nothing. Cherry explained how she didn't want to play, but would watch from afar and definitely wouldn't get up to any trouble, while Daffodil explained she would play, if her friend Emma had the clothes to change into so her dress wouldn't get dirty.
Natalie gave you a flicker of recognition. "I mean, Emma, I think it's only fair you trade with them. Class participation means sometimes helping out your classmates."
"Natalie!" You whine.
"Miss Natalie, you mean!" She says playfully. Your protests meant nothing after that, and you were back inside with an escort by 'Miss Natalie', who brought you two into the back areas. Defeated, you stripped from your tights, dress and Mary Jane's, the clothes stolen by Natalie's red nailed hands. For a brief second, you were worried you would be solely in a diaper, but Cherry's clothes were brought in by Natalie.
The change was personal this time, and Natalie was there to make sure you were fitting into a legitimate 4 year old's clothes. It was absurd. Insane even. The jeans shouldn't have fit you. But with enough tugging, pulling up, and rough yanking, you were the proud wearer of faux gem bedazzled tomboy jeans. Thankfully for you, the sweatshirt was a tight, but easy, fit. Natalie helped you into the sketchers and smiled at the look. "Don't you look cute, Cherry."
"Nat-Natalie. Not. Funny." You say with as much pride as you can muster. She works you out of the area and back into the recess area.
You play with Daffodil, who's ecstatic to have her friend, with Cherry happy to seemingly waste the day away enjoying a fine dress. However, while you play.....
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