Unfair To Girls - Laia's Letter 4
By Sofia
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Unfair To Girls -
Laia's Letter IV
A letter to the
advice column "Unfair To Girls!" in the monthly magazine Teen Miss
published for girls six to twenty. The letters are usually from girls who
protest and complain about things they don't like generally about lack of
privacy and that (frequently younger) boys are in charge. A Puericil-G story!
This story
contains scenes of spanking and domination of a young teen. If these subjects are offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. The fictitious drug Puericil-G is described
at puericilInfo.htm.
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Unfair To Girls
Letter by: sofieta.teta@gmail.com
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Laia (15)
Dear Unfair to girls;
Six months since I started taking the
Puericil-G and now I can see how mean I was to everyone. My aunt, my cousins,
all those school boys and girls I bullied and talked bad about, even with my
mom before she left. I’m sorry.
I am writing this letter with a double
purpose, first, to thank your magazine for all the help during the first
months, it was hard at first, all the transition, going from being a mean bitch
to a better girl. And second, our English teacher asked us to write and expose
a story about something that has changed our lives. Well, Puericil-G changed
mine.
I think a good start is to say some of the
things I’ve done wrong.
I lied to mom often, made her feel guilty and
used any situation for my own benefit.
I used to cheat at tests, forced some of my
classmates into sharing their homework so I could copy, I did the same on
tests, so I would keep my grades high when I didn’t deserve those.
I made other girls feel bad about their
bodies, criticising their flaws and ignoring their merits, I would never
compliment anyone unless I needed something from them.
I was mean to boys, if they asked to date me I
rejected them in the meanest way, in public causing them shame and
embarrassment.
In my old school, I was a bully, I was 12 when
I pulled down George's pants down exposing his cartoon briefs to everyone in
the playground. I made him think I was in love with him, and then, made a show
of my rejection
My old neighbor, Peter, I told everyone he was
a pervert who tried to spy me when I was changing in my room.
I used to tease boys and man, that made me
feel important, letting them have a glimpse of my underwear or cleavage and
enjoyed the attention I got from them.
Again, I lied to my aunt and cousins, I was
lazy and didn’t help at home. I hurt my cousins on purpose, especially their
balls, squeezing and pinching them, but not only those, also the rest of their
bodies. I made them wet their beds and hid their homework trying to cause them
trouble.
Once in this new school, I failed to my new
classmates. I spread rumors, I said that Martha was lesbian and that another of
my classmates, Sandra was dating with one of the teachers, Mr. Henderson.
I said that I had seen Oscar’s cock and that
it was tiny. I tried other to believe that I was mature and sexually active
while the truth is that I’ve only seen a cock, a small one, and only kissed a
couple of boys.
I’m sorry for each one of those things, and for
plenty of things I don’t have time to explain.
But I’ve changed.
Some of you know about my life at home, like
the ones who have brothers or sisters who go to the same class that my cousins,
I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors.
At home, I’m often wearing only a pair of
panties and a shirt, not always, sometimes, if I’ve been especially bad I’m
only in panties. Clothes are a reward now, not that I care too much. I would
love to spend all the day at home and naked, that freedom is great, also, that
helps me to remember that my body is not something to use for my own benefit.
I’m just a little girl, little girls don’t need privacy, I don’t need privacy,
but I need strict control.
At first, it was difficult, the first times my
cousins brought friends at home I feel like I wanted to die, I was embarrassed.
Then I learned that they had stopped bringing friends home once I moved to live
with them, it was my fault, they were afraid I would embarrass them, so, once I
thought about it, it was fair that I felt the same embarrassment.
So now, when my cousin’s friends are at home I
try to be nice, no matter what I’m wearing, I serve them drinks and snacks, I
smile them and talk only nice words.
Of course, they watch me, the times I’m
shirtless they can’t move their eyes away from my breasts, butt or even my
kitty if it’s exposed. It’s fine, they’re just curious, is normal for boys to
be curious about girl’s body. They are never mean to me, not even when my
cousins spank me and I have to stay in the corner with my panties down my
knees.
They are willing to help too, with my baths,
for example, they all want to bath me so at least, once a week my cousins are
free from that job and let their friends take care of me.
They enjoy washing me, I know that sometimes
they tease me spending more time playing with my “boobies” that’s how they call
my breasts, they love my nipples and make them getting hard and kiss them.
Each boy has a favorite part, some likes to
play with my kitty, others with my boobies, even a few seem interested in
what’s in between my buttocks. It’s a bit stressing feeling all those hands and
lips over me, but they seem to enjoy it and I like to see them happy. That’s
another thing that has changed, I enjoy watching others having fun.
When they spend the night at home, they help
with the diapers, my massages, or even with my daily dose of Puericil. At
first, I had it on the pill form, but I had to go to the doctor because I had
some soreness in my mouth, I went with my cousins.
As usual, the doctor did a general check. He
found my nipples were getting more and more sensitive instead of the usual
effects of the drug, but that didn’t seem to worry him that much.
Then, he examined my mouth in detail and said
that the pills were causing a bad reaction with one of the components of
Puericil-G formula. Suppositories had some different components, and with a bit
of luck, the one causing me that allergy would be the ones that changed.
The Doctor asked me to lie down and on my
side, then, showed my cousins the best position and the right way to apply
them. Keeping my buttocks spread he rubbed the suppository around my back-hole
for a while, he said that it was to make it melt a bit so it would slip inside
easily.
Then, I felt the pressure, it was the
suppository, followed by the doctor’s finger, he said how deep it had to go,
and then, kept everything inside for some seconds. Finally, he pulled out his
finger and pushed my buttocks together for a couple of minutes.
The process wasn’t nice, and the first time my
cousins applied it I was feeling uncomfortable, if you think that was a silly
thought, they washed my butt daily, so, that wasn’t different. As always, I
slowly got used, and now, is totally natural for me.
Also, little boys and girls don’t take pills,
so now I think suppositories are better for me.
I’ve learned to be humble, wearing diapers or
training panties helps, Miss Jennifer, changes me when I’m at school.It’s one
of the effects of the drug I’m into, I can’t control my bladder, so during
tests periods, or whenever I’m feeling nervous about something, I have to wear
those. Some of the girls are aware of it, you’ve seen us in the bathroom, but
instead of being mean and making jokes of me, everyone that knew about acted
nice and helpful like checking my diapers from time to time to see if they’re
wet.
I have not sexual impulses or desires, yes, my
nipples react even to the slightest touch, but that’s all I’ve got.
Once a week I have my supervised masturbation
session, my cousins watch and supervise me until I cum, and each time is
getting more difficult, my body doesn’t react the same way it used to, they
often record those sessions so they can show the videos to the doctor, that’s
important so he can follow my changes.
Those are not the only videos they take, they
have plenty of videos and images of me. They say that it’s a kind of diary of
my changes, I trust them, and until now I don’t know about anybody else
watching those videos, I think is perfectly fine, they take care of me day
after day, and I know I can trust them, they’re mature and act like any other
adult.
I don’t wear bras anymore, well maybe I still
need them, but I see all those little girls without any bra and I want to be
like them. It’s uncomfortable at PE, I feel my boobies bouncing but it’s a
small payment for the freedom. Anyway, my breasts are getting smaller, and
someday I won’t really need a bra anymore, I’m wishing this day to come really
soon. I was proud of my breasts, too much, and I think those were one of the
reasons a was mean with other girls. I think that losing them would be a karmic
experience.
Being a little girl makes things easier, I
know I have to do as told. I don’t need to think about what to do or what to
dress, my cousins or aunt shop for my clothes and make all the decisions if
they’re not around Miss Jennifer or Miss Samantha takes them. I don’t have a
word and is great.
The only thing that keeps annoying me is my
pubes, they’re still there, forcing me to remember my old me, I shave them, and
wish they won’t grow again soon. At least, they’re blonde and don’t have many
and the ones I have are thin. Not so bad, but still annoying.
Miss Samantha, or Mistress Samantha, since she
wants us to call her that, is also nice on her own way she loves to spend time
with her brother and me, so we often spend time on her room.
Daniel and I are always naked in her room, I
think that’s worse for her brother than for me since she often brings a few
girlfriends home.
I feel better with my cousins than with her
and her friends, I feel judged and they often try to compare my body with
theirs, that’s unfair, I’m a little girl and they’re growing up as fine girls.
I know is not their fault, boys and girls are different, at least, I know that
Samantha, even when she’s a bit mean, loves us a lot.
She likes to play dress up games, sometimes
makes us exchange clothes, so I wear Daniel briefs while he wears my panties,
Daniel blushes deep at those times. He can hear the girls giggling when they
watch his little bulge inside my panties.
Another thing they like is making us touch
each other, they say that it’s so we know our bodies better, I don’t mind when
he touches me, I’m used, plenty of boys take care of my private needs, but touching him is different,
I don’t know how he feels, half embarrassed and half excited, the worst it to
know that I’m making him feel awkward, like when he reaches what Miss Samantha
calls dry orgasm.
I have plenty of stories but I don’t think
that’s the right moment to explain all of them if you have questions just stop
me around and I’ll be happy to answer all of them.
I think
is time to finish this text.
Since I started to take Puericil-G my life has
improved, not only mine but everybody around me is happier.
My teachers, classmates, aunt, cousins,
everyone is happier now than before, I am also happy, free from any responsibility.
I don’t have to make any choice or make decisions, I’m totally free to be a
little girl...
Even my mom is happier, she’s now settled in a
new country and meet a cool guy, they’re planning to get married, so soon I
will have three stepbrothers, one stepsister and plenty of new cousins.
She wants me to move with them this summer and
says that everyone is willing to meet me. Months ago I would have been
terrified, not now, I will do as told, go where I’m told to go and try to be
the best girl I can.
Now is clear when I’m doing something wrong
because I end with a red bottom, it’s clear when I do things right because I’m
complimented and everybody smiles and is nice to me. I only needed to do one
last thing, to tell everyone about my new life, to tell my classmates and
teachers.
Secrets are bad, and keeping one made me feel
miserable, so here I am. In front of each one of you. apologizing and
confessing everything. No more secrets, from now on I’m only a little girl.
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Response by Paul D. Baker, Ph.D.
(written by Red Rover): redrover573@aol.com
Dear Laia,
I am glad to see that you have accepted being a “little
girl” for now. Growing up is hard work and you had some real problems the first
time you tried it. Now that you have
decided to be a little girl for a while longer, you can ease into growing up
and take each step when you feel ready to, not when your friends and classmates
think it is time. It’s not always going
to be easy and I am sure there will be times when you get discouraged. But you have a very long life ahead of you
and what matters now will not seem as important ten or twenty years form now.
You will have a chance to start over again with your
new family. Your new siblings will just know you as a little girl and won’t
have all those memories of the problems you had in the past. I am sure your parents will explain things to
them and that they will come to know and love you for what you are.
Good luck to you in your new home. Feel free to drop
us a line now and then to let you know how you are doing. I would be interested in how you relate to
your new brothers and sister. How old are they?
Just send me a note or email to the magazine if you have anything you
want o talk about
Hugs.
Paul D. Baker, Ph.D.
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