nineteen and…”
“And I know for a fact that you have never played with toys like this. Or colored. Stan told me that since you were a toddler, you were doing commercials and backgrounds, and that your mother pushed you to learn lines instead of playing. Look at me,” he ordered, turning her face to meet his eyes. “I am giving you back your childhood. I want you to enjoy it.”
“I don’t even know where to start. Is this what the film is about?” She was genuinely frightened.
“There is nothing to be afraid of, honey. Please, don’t worry about the film. Worry about behaving yourself and staying in character as best as you can. I will introduce you to this as carefully as possible, but it has to start somewhere. Let’s pick out something for you to change into, okay?”
Camille stood stock still as he ventured to the closet and rummaged through the clothing. He smiled, producing a frilly pink dress with white buttons and trim.
“This will be perfect, don’t you think?”
“I don’t wear pink. I mean… oh no… uh uh…” Camille said as he lifted a pair of diapers into her view.
“Big girls cooperate with their uncles, Cami. Baby girls wear diapers because they aren’t old enough to make good choices. Which would you want to be? A big girl or a baby?”
Camille groaned, pointing to the dress. Satisfied, the man beckoned to her as he sat on a straight-backed chair. He pulled her between his knees to look her in the eye. “I am going to allow you to dress yourself this time, but you need to accept that I will be taking care of most of your needs in the future. Anytime you decide to rebel, I will lower your age until you submit yourself to me. I am doing this to help nurture you and give you some of what you never had. Cooperate and you will find that you enjoy it. Fight me and, unfortunately, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, Erik… Uncle Erik,” Camille whispered, feeling her adult years slip away from her. Uncle Erik , she reminded herself. I have to stay in character! But how? Everything feels so strange and foreign! Affectionately, he tweaked her nose and stood up. His height suddenly made her feel like a little girl and she faced the floor shamefully as she admitted to herself that she liked his undivided attention.
After Erik left the room, Camille picked up the dress and studied it closely. She had never worn anything like it. Even in her child roles, she was always in overalls and pants, or in the hideous patched dress worn by Pippi. She had to admit that this little dress, with all its delicate ribbons and buttons, was very pretty. It reminded her of the girly frocks worn by her costar, Tia, who played her neighbor in the Pippi series. Camille glanced around the room, looking for the cameras. If they were there, they were well hidden. Oh well , she resigned herself, I am an actress. I need to start acting .
She slipped out of her jeans, pausing only to stroke her bottom. It was no longer tender from the brief introduction to Erik’s spanking, and she found she actually missed the warmth that had followed the act. She wrinkled her nose, glad that he did not skin down her jeans and discover that she wore only plain, white cotton panties. Likewise, the bra was also of simple, unadorned white cotton. Why not? she thought. It isn’t like anyone is going to be seeing my underwear.
After slipping the dress over her head, Camille looked at herself in the mirror. She groaned. The skirt was so short that her panties were clearly visible. She rummaged through the drawers of the dressing table and found only identical cotton panties and anklets trimmed in lace. Glancing down at her feet, she shrugged in resignation. She kicked off her boots and thermal socks and slid on the delicate anklets. A glance toward the closet answered her question, and she found a pair of pink shoes to match her dress. She glanced in the mirror again and released a despondent laugh.
“And I know for a fact that you have never played with toys like this. Or colored. Stan told me that since you were a toddler, you were doing commercials and backgrounds, and that your mother pushed you to learn lines instead of playing. Look at me,” he ordered, turning her face to meet his eyes. “I am giving you back your childhood. I want you to enjoy it.”
“I don’t even know where to start. Is this what the film is about?” She was genuinely frightened.
“There is nothing to be afraid of, honey. Please, don’t worry about the film. Worry about behaving yourself and staying in character as best as you can. I will introduce you to this as carefully as possible, but it has to start somewhere. Let’s pick out something for you to change into, okay?”
Camille stood stock still as he ventured to the closet and rummaged through the clothing. He smiled, producing a frilly pink dress with white buttons and trim.
“This will be perfect, don’t you think?”
“I don’t wear pink. I mean… oh no… uh uh…” Camille said as he lifted a pair of diapers into her view.
“Big girls cooperate with their uncles, Cami. Baby girls wear diapers because they aren’t old enough to make good choices. Which would you want to be? A big girl or a baby?”
Camille groaned, pointing to the dress. Satisfied, the man beckoned to her as he sat on a straight-backed chair. He pulled her between his knees to look her in the eye. “I am going to allow you to dress yourself this time, but you need to accept that I will be taking care of most of your needs in the future. Anytime you decide to rebel, I will lower your age until you submit yourself to me. I am doing this to help nurture you and give you some of what you never had. Cooperate and you will find that you enjoy it. Fight me and, unfortunately, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, Erik… Uncle Erik,” Camille whispered, feeling her adult years slip away from her. Uncle Erik , she reminded herself. I have to stay in character! But how? Everything feels so strange and foreign! Affectionately, he tweaked her nose and stood up. His height suddenly made her feel like a little girl and she faced the floor shamefully as she admitted to herself that she liked his undivided attention.
After Erik left the room, Camille picked up the dress and studied it closely. She had never worn anything like it. Even in her child roles, she was always in overalls and pants, or in the hideous patched dress worn by Pippi. She had to admit that this little dress, with all its delicate ribbons and buttons, was very pretty. It reminded her of the girly frocks worn by her costar, Tia, who played her neighbor in the Pippi series. Camille glanced around the room, looking for the cameras. If they were there, they were well hidden. Oh well , she resigned herself, I am an actress. I need to start acting .
She slipped out of her jeans, pausing only to stroke her bottom. It was no longer tender from the brief introduction to Erik’s spanking, and she found she actually missed the warmth that had followed the act. She wrinkled her nose, glad that he did not skin down her jeans and discover that she wore only plain, white cotton panties. Likewise, the bra was also of simple, unadorned white cotton. Why not? she thought. It isn’t like anyone is going to be seeing my underwear.
After slipping the dress over her head, Camille looked at herself in the mirror. She groaned. The skirt was so short that her panties were clearly visible. She rummaged through the drawers of the dressing table and found only identical cotton panties and anklets trimmed in lace. Glancing down at her feet, she shrugged in resignation. She kicked off her boots and thermal socks and slid on the delicate anklets. A glance toward the closet answered her question, and she found a pair of pink shoes to match her dress. She glanced in the mirror again and released a despondent laugh.
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