Part 2: The Empress Forms a Plan
After Mrs. Lovington's cousins Abby and Yvette were so dramatically humiliated, the local reaction was mixed: The rich people hated Rachel Trovolli more than ever, because she had upstaged "one of their own." How DARE that peasant lay a hand on two members of the upper-class, stripping them naked in public! How DARE she make two high-society, college-aged debutantes MOO and CLUCK in front of swarms of white-trash, shaking their tits, wiggling their asses and displaying their pussies like common streetwalkers! Rachel was quickly blackballed from the swanky Middletown Yacht Club dances and holiday parties... but I doubt if Rachel even noticed, since she never bothered with any of that stuff anyway.
Back on her home turf - the "wrong side of the tracks" - Rachel was unquestionably the most sought-after babe in town. Cheers greeted her when she entered the pool hall! All the working-stiffs saluted her when she roared by on her Harley! All the leading men lusted after her more than ever, begging her for dates! And to all the 18-year-old schoolboys like me, well, Rachel was our hero.
Not just our hero: Our fantasy. 'Cause maybe it was my imagination, but since stripping those snobby cousins bare, Rachel looked even HOTTER. Late at night, armed with a box of Kleenex and a jar of hand-lotion, I replayed the scene of Rachel Trovolli stripping the rich-bitches over and over again in my mind! I'll never forget how shame-faced they looked when their tiny tits and flabby belly were exposed! And from that point on, whenever Rachel walked past me - with her long, dark brown hair, her black leather pants, her snug black top, black leather jacket, biker boots with six-inch spiked heels and her sunglasses, my penis seemed to salute her, too!
Meanwhile, Timmy's mom - Mrs. Lacy Lovington - was having her own issues: Sure, her gaggle of sycophants still told her how much they respected and supported her... but everyone else? They began to wonder: If Mrs. Lovington's blood-relatives were harboring so many secrets about their bodies... then what might Mrs. Lovington be hiding? Was SHE wearing a girdle? She had clearly gained some weight over the years. Were those big tits of hers inflatable balloons? Maybe her pretty blonde hair was a wig?
The rumors were flying!
The two cousins were still reeling from the fallout as well: Their parents were so ashamed, they asked Mrs. Lovington to keep an eye on them a few extra months. And the Empress of Middletown obliged, punishing each girl in a different way for shaming the family name:
"Mature" Yvette - stripped of her falsies and fancy "adult" outfits - was reduced to wearing little kid clothes and attending middle school! Mrs. Lovington decided that if Yvette still looks like a little girl, then she was going to be treated like a little girl.
I've got to say, when I'd drop by the house to see Timmy, it was HILARIOUS to "accidentally" walk into the bathroom and see Yvette sitting naked in the tub - her wet little boobies winking at me, and a rubber ducky floating in the water! She'd shriek, "GET OUT!" and yell at me to leave, but Mrs. Lovington would let me stay as long as I wanted: "Little girls don't get to lock the bathroom door, Yvette. Now put your arms down! You don't have any real breasts anyway. Trust me, there's nothing to see!"
And "little" Yvette would have no choice but to lower her arms, and I'd stare of those dinky, wet tits of hers for as long as I wanted! I'd blatantly do it, too! She'd glare back at me, but there was nothing she could do!
Sometimes Mrs. Lovington would even let me help her towel Yvette off. Toweling was fun (Well, for me - NOT for Yvette. For her, the thought of dorky, immature ME seeing her anatomy up-close-and-personal was HORRIFYING!). The best part was when we mopped the area between her thighs with the towel. She'd grit her teeth and she'd get so embarrassed, her fingers would shake! Then we'd dress her in these adorable Sesame Street jammies - the ones with a flap in the back. (Timmy yanked off all the buttons, so Yvette had to run around with the flap down and her cute butt sticking out for the rest of the evening!)
One night, when I was sleeping over in Timmy's room, we played the classic hand-in-hot-water prank on Yvette while she slept. And it worked! Timmy's Mom was FURIOUS: "YOU WET THE BED?!" She made Yvette strip naked in front of us, place her soiled jammies in a plastic bag and take another bath - and from that point on, two new rules were enacted:
The first rule was that Yvette had to wear diapers at night.
That was a sight to behold! Now, after her nighttime bath, Mrs. Lovington would lay Yvette down on the bed while she was still wet and naked, dry her off with a "Little Mermaid" baby towel, powder her privates - and then diaper her like a helpless newborn, pinning her feet near her ears!
"Aunt Lacy!" she shrieked, while the Empress held up her legs and was powdering her bottom, "those boys are watching! PLEASE make them leave!"
"Sorry, dear. I'm a firm believer in equal right. Timmy and his friend need to learn how to take care of babies, too."
And then she let ME powder her gaping butt and hairless pussy!
"WAH! WAH!"
Once, I leaned down while diapering her and whispered, "Look, Yvette! I think you're finally growing your very first pubic hair! See?"
Her face lit up, and she looked down, all excited!
"Oops, sorry," I giggled, brushing away at her pussy. "It was just a piece of lint. Nope, you're still as bald as an egg!"
"WAH! WAH!"
The second new rule was that Yvette lost her "wiping" privileges after using the bathroom. This meant that whenever she went potty, a "big person" had to inspect that she was clean.
Yvette HATED this more than anything!
She was required to put her head on the floor, pull open her ass cheeks, spread her vay-jay, and submit herself to an inspection. When Mrs. Lovington was busy and it was our turn to inspect, Timmy and me always did the same thing: No matter how clean she was, we'd complain that she was still dirty - just so we could poke around her privates and "clean" her ourselves:
"You went pee-pee, Yvette? Bend over and spread yourself so we can inspect."
"This - this isn't necessary! Fuck you! GO AWAY!!"
"Do we need to call Mum, or are you going to be a GOOD little girl?" threatened Timmy.
"I'll... I'll be a good girl. Please don't call her!"
Yvette slowly shuffled her feet away from the toilet, took a deep breath, and then bent over, pulling apart her ass and vagina.
"Very nice, Little Yvette! You're getting so much better! But I think you're STILL wet!"
"NO I'M NOT!! AND DON'T CALL ME LITTLE!!"
With the toilet paper wrapped around my finger: POKE, POKE, POKE!
"See? You're STILL wet!"
"Your - your hand!" she whimpered.
POKE, POKE, POKE.
"OOOHHH!! YOU'RE TOUCHING MY - MY... OOOOOHHHH!" she moaned.
POKE, POKE, POKE!
"Gee, now your little hoo-ha is REALLY glistening! For some strange reason, you're even WETTER now!"
POKE, POKE, POKE!
"I HATE YOU!!" she wailed.
But even better was seeing arrogant Abby getting punished: Mrs. Lovington decided that her portly niece needed to lose some weight, so the top-heavy girl was forced to do naked workouts in the backyard every morning and every evening. Sometimes I'd wake-up extra early, just so I could soak in the sight of Abby doing her early-morning squats and leg-lifts in all her naked glory!
Mrs. Lovington gave us permission to hose off Abby after her workouts, when she was all sweaty and dirty.
