Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2010 11:48:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Jody Mincey <jody469@yahoo.com>
Subject: Susie

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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..