Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2010 11:48:48 -0800 (PST) From: Jody Mincey Subject: Susie Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring group sex, bisexual situations, incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors Susie This is a short story that doesn't involve any sexual acts really. However to the child involved (me) it touched something deep inside of me. It is one of those very precious childhood memories to me. Sometimes when I think about it I smile, other times I cry and sometimes its just a warm safe feeling. Some of you won't think its that big of a deal but I'm sure there are a few people that read this that will understand. It was the very early 70's, I'm not sure but I think was about 4 years old at the time this took place. I was staying at my grandmothers house, she lived in a small midwestern town that was a the center of a farming community. I was usually under the watchful eye and care of my Aunt. She was in her early teens and I worshiped the ground she walked on. I was constantly in her lap being read to. My grandmothers house was an old farm house that seemed so huge tome at the time. Two stories and hardwood floors with one huge bathroom on the second floor. There was no shower, only an old tub that I spent many a day in with the warm sun coming through the window. My aunt had decided to play dress up with me. I can't remember us talking about it and I feel certain I was very quiet through the whole process. We were in the bathroom and I had only a plain white t shirt and she had found some small white cotton panties with tiny pink roses on them that she had slipped on me. She put a small amount of makeup on me, although I don't remember what it was, and like bubblegum pink lipstick. She had put my hair in short pigtails and what I remember most was that she added pink yarn ribbons to my hair. Yarn ribbons were quite popular around this time. I was fascinated with how soft and pretty they looked. I remember her giggling a lot and calling me Susie, telling me how pretty I looked. I'm quite sure I blushed a lot. I do remember feeling pretty and loved the attention. But all good things must come to an end. I spent most of the day as Susie, pretty, being pampered and playing with dolls. It stopped when my father came home. He didn't smile or laugh, he was more than just mad, he was furious. That was the only day I got to be Susie with my aunt. As a terrified 4 year old you can't tell anyone how much you liked it. I still have a deep love for yarn ribbons..