In a few minutes, I had become a thirteen year old girl, and a rather pretty one at that. Almost unconsciously, I brushed my skirt to make sure that it was all too true and I held my breath as the dainty white lace hems of my nylon petticoat brushed against my legs, sending little shivers of delight mingled with embarrassed humiliation up my feminized form.
"Now we'll go to Jane and she will fix your hair, Gloria."
Taking my trembling hand in hers again, she led me from her room into Jane's. There we found Jane dressed in a blue silk suit dress, making her bed.
"See my little sister?" Angela exclaimed in unconcealed delight, half pushing me towards an equally delighted Jame who took me in her arms and added to my humiliation by kissing me square on my surprised mouth before lifting the front of my skirts and adjusted the waistband of my pettipants denying me any privacy at all, just as if I were a very small child!
"You're adorable," Jane murmured.