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You go to a huge shop with loads of furniture for sale. First thing is to choose a couch and you go round trying them for bounce and comfort. Mummy eventually chooses a blue one, big enough for three people to sit on. She buys other stuff too, but the couch and matching armchairs are the main thing. After that, you go to some more shops and then Mc Ds for lunch. When you get home, you can’t get on the drive because there is a huge metal bin there. Mummy says it’s called a skip and some men are taking the old furniture out of the house and throwing it in. When you get inside, the sitting room is empty and there is a man putting a carpet down over the brown floor. Mummy sends you upstairs out of the way.
Mum left the bath running for you, so you go up for a good soak in the warm water. She put some of that nice smelly stuff in the bath, so you lay back with your eyes closed and relax. You can’t help thinking about willies and what little you know about sex. Your hand goes down between your legs and you slide an experimental finger into your vagina. It’s only recently that you found the book gave you all the proper names for things so you know about penises and vaginas. You know that boys’ balls are called testicles and that there are other parts to a vagina, including the special sensitive bump that’s called a clitoris. These are the proper names, but you prefer willy and winkle.


There is a box in the middle of your bedroom floor, and when you look, you see it’s got a load of your old clothes, all washed and folded. You lay Stevie down on the floor, face down so that you can undo all the little buttons at the back of her dress. Then you roll her over and pull her arms out and then take the dress off. She’s wearing sensible knickers underneath and you decide to take them off as well. That’s when you get the surprise.
You’re in there so long that the water starts to get cold, and you’re a bit surprised that Mum didn’t come up to get you out. You pull the plug and climb out, wrap yourself in the nice warm towel mum put out for you, and use a smaller towel to dry your hair as best you can. Then you go into your bedroom to brush it out. Stevie’s not in her crib where you left her (you still keep thinking of him as her) and when you look around, you see that he/she has somehow ended up in your bed. “I suppose one could have put her in there,” you think.


She’s got a willy. You know about willies because there’s one boy at nursery who is always playing with his and getting told off for it. Then there was Micky, who used to play with you. He was a bit older and when he got his willy out, you were curious about it. When Mummy came in and saw you playing with it, she got mad and he was never allowed to come and play with you again. Stevie’s willy is bigger than Mickey's, and where Micky had a tight little bag underneath with two tiny balls inside, Stevie’s hangs down and it's like two big marbles in there. You sit looking at the naked doll, while he lies there with his eyes shut. If you didn’t know he was a doll, you could almost believe he was a real boy. His skin’s the right colour and his arms and legs bend in all the right places. When you touch him, he feels soft and warm, although you can tell it isn’t really skin.
Your hair is really long these days and goes all the way down your back so you have to use No More Tangles special shampoo so don’t get tied up in knots. When it's finally brushed out straight, you stand up in front of the mirror and let the towel drop out of the way. The girl in the mirror is neither fat nor skinny, although her tummy does stick out a little bit. Her hair is sort of light brown at the moment, but if she gets out in the sun, it soon goes almost blonde. Her face is, well, unremarkable really. Brown eyes, snub nose and fairly even teeth, although there is a gap at the front from when you lost a tooth last week. Her chest is flat, although she can feel the fat deposit under the skin behind her pink nipples will eventually grow into boobs. Further down, over that tummy, she can see the top of the split which hides her clitoris, the hole where wee comes out and her vagina.


You experiment a bit, by lifting up a leg and then letting go. Of course, it does exactly what you’d expect and just plops back onto the carpet. You try poking and prodding, but nothing happens. Then, inevitably, you take a closer look at his willy. It’s longer than your fingers and fatter than two fingers put together. You lift it up and look at the bag underneath and you can feel the two balls. You know about balls because one of the boys at nursery hurt his and he screamed the place down. One of the helpers told you how they are very sensitive. You try squeezing Stevie’s, but nothing happens.
When you hear a voice calling from downstairs, you hurriedly slip your nightie over your head and run down. Uncle Bob still sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, but now he’s got his legs wide apart and Mum’s sitting between them leaning against his chest while they both watch some soppy film on the TV. After she’s checked you’re okay, she sends you up to bed. “I’ll be up to tuck you in shortly,” she says. She gets up and goes into the kitchen and you go over to Uncle Bob for a good night kiss. He always gives proper grown-up kisses and as he presses his lips against yours, you feel his hands slide up under your nightie to give your bare bum a squeeze which makes you giggle.


While you’ve been feeling his balls with one hand, you’ve been holding his willy with the other and now you notice something really weird. It’s growing. You can feel it getting longer and thicker. You let go of it straight away and sit back on your heels, but instead of shrinking back to how it was, it keeps growing until it gets so stiff that it flips over and rests on his tummy. You decide that’s enough weirdness for now, so you put his knickers back on to cover him up and then root through the box to find him some clothes. A pair of shorts and a T-shirt seem best, instead of that frilly dress with its tiny buttons, so you put that on him. Even dressed like that, he still looks like a girl and when you lay him down, you get the urge to give him a kiss. His lips are set in a kind of pout, slightly apart, and when you press your lips against his, they feel warm and almost real.
"Time you were in bed young lady. We are going to visit your new school tomorrow." She doesn't notice where Uncle Bob's hands are - or maybe she does, but it's okay.


You decide you need to have a think and lay down on the bed. Seeing Stevie’s willy made you think about your winkle and you put your hand down inside your knickers to give it a stroke. You’ve been doing this quite a lot lately and you discovered that there is a little bump at the top feels especially nice when you rub it. Next thing, Mummy’s shaking you. “Must be all this fresh air making you sleepy,” she says with a smile. Your hand is still down inside your knickers but she doesn’t seem to notice.


She’s made a cottage pie (your favourite). Uncle Bob’s still there and he wolfs his down and then pretends he’s going to steal some of yours. He and Mummy both have wine and you get some grape juice and pretend it’s wine. You can’t watch TV because it's not set up, so you lay on the floor and read a comic. Mum and Uncle Bob both get a bit giggly with all the wine they drank, and then Mum says she’s going to have a bath. Uncle Bob sets up the TV and you both sit on the floor because there are no chairs. Uncle Bob leans against the wall with his legs sticking straight out in front of him and asks if you want to sit on his lap. It takes a bit of wriggling to get comfortable and you end up sitting astride his legs with your back against his chest.
Uncle Bob keeps you balanced by putting his hands on your legs. At first, they’re down by your knees, but gradually, they seem to work higher up under your skirt. When you feel something under your bottom, you can't help thinking about how Stevie's willy swelled up. When his hands get right up to the top of your legs, you wonder if he’s going to stroke your winkle, but just as you think it would be really nice if he did, you hear Mummy coming down the stairs and he quickly moves them away and tugs your skirt down.
''Will she lose her virginity to the doll, or will good old Uncle Bob get there first? Or something else?''




Revision as of 15:25, 24 June 2023

Mum left the bath running for you, so you go up for a good soak in the warm water. She put some of that nice smelly stuff in the bath, so you lay back with your eyes closed and relax. You can’t help thinking about willies and what little you know about sex. Your hand goes down between your legs and you slide an experimental finger into your vagina. It’s only recently that you found the book gave you all the proper names for things so you know about penises and vaginas. You know that boys’ balls are called testicles and that there are other parts to a vagina, including the special sensitive bump that’s called a clitoris. These are the proper names, but you prefer willy and winkle.

You’re in there so long that the water starts to get cold, and you’re a bit surprised that Mum didn’t come up to get you out. You pull the plug and climb out, wrap yourself in the nice warm towel mum put out for you, and use a smaller towel to dry your hair as best you can. Then you go into your bedroom to brush it out. Stevie’s not in her crib where you left her (you still keep thinking of him as her) and when you look around, you see that he/she has somehow ended up in your bed. “I suppose one could have put her in there,” you think.

Your hair is really long these days and goes all the way down your back so you have to use No More Tangles special shampoo so don’t get tied up in knots. When it's finally brushed out straight, you stand up in front of the mirror and let the towel drop out of the way. The girl in the mirror is neither fat nor skinny, although her tummy does stick out a little bit. Her hair is sort of light brown at the moment, but if she gets out in the sun, it soon goes almost blonde. Her face is, well, unremarkable really. Brown eyes, snub nose and fairly even teeth, although there is a gap at the front from when you lost a tooth last week. Her chest is flat, although she can feel the fat deposit under the skin behind her pink nipples will eventually grow into boobs. Further down, over that tummy, she can see the top of the split which hides her clitoris, the hole where wee comes out and her vagina.

When you hear a voice calling from downstairs, you hurriedly slip your nightie over your head and run down. Uncle Bob still sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, but now he’s got his legs wide apart and Mum’s sitting between them leaning against his chest while they both watch some soppy film on the TV. After she’s checked you’re okay, she sends you up to bed. “I’ll be up to tuck you in shortly,” she says. She gets up and goes into the kitchen and you go over to Uncle Bob for a good night kiss. He always gives proper grown-up kisses and as he presses his lips against yours, you feel his hands slide up under your nightie to give your bare bum a squeeze which makes you giggle.

"Time you were in bed young lady. We are going to visit your new school tomorrow." She doesn't notice where Uncle Bob's hands are - or maybe she does, but it's okay.



Chapter 3

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