RELUCTANT PRESS

I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say thank you. Since you kept your end of the deal, your punishment is over. You can go back to being Sheldon."

Shelley smiled wearily. "Thanks, I tried to do my best. Once I got used to it, it was even fun!"

"Yes," joined Cindy. "I like having a twin sister!"

After giggling with glee, the two girls fell asleep cuddled together in the back seat of the car before they reached home. Both were zonked out. Helen asked Fred if he felt up to simply carrying the girls to bed. One by one, Fred picked up the girls and carried them to Cindy's bedroom while Helen held open the doors. Once safely deposited on the bed, Helen proceeded to undress them with Fred's aid. She stripped each girl to her undies, then slipped them under the blankets.

In the morning, Shelley awoke to find himself lying in Cindy's bed just as he had every morning since assuming the role of a girl. Cindy had obviously already risen. With a sigh and stretch, she tossed back the covers. The flower girl dress hung on a hanger, as did the petticoats. A smile filled her face as she recalled the pleasant sensations wearing the pretty dress had engendered as well as the good time she had at the wedding and reception. She blushed as she realized that she was still wearing the dainty undies that went with the flower girl outfit in place of a nightie. Obviously, she'd been carried in and put to bed. Such pampering was nice, and not something she could expect once she returned to being Sheldon.

Sheldon.

A wave of sadness swept over her as she recalled her stepmother's statement that his punishment was over. Looking at the pretty outfit once more, a strong desire to put it back on came over her. Briefly, she wondered if she could remain as Shelley, but such an idea was out of the question. She was not really a girl named Shelly; she was a he, Sheldon, a boy! With a sigh of regret over these blatant facts, she slipped from the bed and headed for the bathroom.

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TWO LITTLE GIRLS

By JENNIFER SUE

As she exited Cindy's bedroom, she stopped. Directly across the hall, for the first time since the mess began, the door to Sheldon's bedroom stood open. Obviously his parents were ready to have Sheldon return. Feeling depressed over having to give up her frilly clothes, Shelley trudged to the bathroom. Slowly, she stripped off the camisole and panties, relishing the delightful sensations for as long as possible. Once nude, she stepped into the shower and scrubbed her body and thoroughly washed her hair in an attempt to remove the waves of her hairdo.

Stepping from the tub after drying, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She still saw Shelley, not Sheldon. Sadly, she completed her morning toiletries, unconsciously sitting to relieve herself just as she had done since the beginning her petticoating. Wrapping the towel about her torso as a girl does rather than just about the waist as a boy, she exited the bath.

Slowly, like a prisoner going to the gallows, she forlornly plodded to Sheldon's bedroom. Once inside, she gazed around the boyish bedroom. The formerly coveted model airplanes and cars now seemed ridiculous. The formerly prized enticing poster of Heather Locklear made him blush! Sadly, she wondered how long it would take for her to return to being a normal boy... COULD she return to being a normal boy? One thing she was sure was that the resurrected Sheldon would never be the same as he had in the past. With a sigh of frustration, she opened the familiar but suddenly alien dresser drawer to pick up a pair of white cotton jockey shorts.

Instead of dropping the towel to the floor as Sheldon would have done, she neatly draped it over the back of his desk chair. Then she stepped into the jockey shorts and pulled them into place. They felt absolutely horrid!

So course, stiff, plain, and downright ugly, quite unlike the silky feelings of being caressed by pretty lace-edged nylon panties! With a sad face, she slipped on a t-shirt. The same feelings as she experienced when donning the shorts engulfed her, only intensified since she now expected to be disappointed. Piece by piece she dressed, with each piece

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