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 It's Better..., part 2 (bgg, no sex, humor)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)

   Summary: The tables turn, as our young female storyteller discovers
another secret of dressing better...  When the girls meet a boy who also
thinks horsey back rides are better than piggy back rides, they share this
new secret with him...



   Just before I started getting changed for bed that night I looked at
myself in the Babette Big Girl Mirror that was hanging on door between my
bedroom and closet.  I watched myself as I pulled the pair of panties I had
taken off earlier that day in the girls' bathroom at Tiny-Tykes out of the
big pocket on the front of my dress.  As I dropped the panties on the floor
I wondered if maybe there were other pieces of clothing I was wearing that
I'd feel better without...  "I could not wear a dress, but then I'd have to
wear a skirt or shorts or pants and a top: no I'll stick with dresses," I
thought to myself.  Looking down I continued thinking, "If I didn't wear
shoes I'd have to wear sneakers or sandals or boots..."

   I was sad that there didn't seem to be any other things I could go
without.  I didn't wanna see myself cry in the mirror; so I let my head
drop until my chin met my chest.  I was about to close my eyes and let the
sadness make me cry when I noticed the purple socks I was wearing.  "Could
I go without socks?" I began to wonder.

   After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that Cinderella, Snow
White, Belle, Mulan, and Sleeping Beauty didn't wear socks...  Grinning, I
jumped onto my bed; took off my shoes and sat them on the bed next to me
before yanking the socks I was wearing off my feet.  I pulled my shoes over
my bare feet and hopped off the bed before walking back to the Babette Big
Girl mirror.  Seeing myself in the mirror I was amazed: it looked like I
was completely dressed, and yet all I was wearing was a dress and a pair of
shoes!

   Smiling at my reflection I wiggled my toes; and it felt GREAT!  I
decided then and there that I was never gonna wear socks or panties ever
again.

   ***

   The following morning, when I was getting dressed, I put on a dress and
my pair of red canvas sneakers.  No panties or socks for me: I knew better
now!  I was about to walk out of my bedroom when I remembered that Kayla
had said she puts `a pair of panties under her mattress every morning, and
then tosses it in the dirty laundry at night'.  Since Kayla had figured out
how much better not wearin' panties was, I figured there was a reason she
put a pair of panties under her mattress every morning; so I took a pair of
panties from the drawer in my pink Babette Big Girl dresser and shoved it
under the edge of my mattress.

   When I got to the kitchen for breakfast, Mommy asked, "Lisa why aren't
you wearing socks?"

   "Didn't feel like putting any on," I said shrugging my shoulders.

   "You could get a blister," Mommy commented in what Daddy calls her
`nagging voice'.

   I didn't say anything, just shrugged my shoulders again: hoping Mommy'd
stop telling me what to do.

   After a few seconds of silence Mommy scrunched up her face and said,
"Fine, but if you get blisters don't complain to me..."

   Thankfully, Mommy didn't say anything more about the fact that I wasn't
wearing socks.  And, like the previous evening, she didn't seem to notice
that I wasn't wearing panties.  Then like usual, she dropped me off at
Tiny-Tykes daycare center on her way to work.

   ***

   I had taken all of five steps inside when Kayla ran over to me.  Smiling
she said, "Hey Lisa.  My big brother gave me a horsey back ride yesterday
when I got home..."

   "So..." I tried to ask her about it, but couldn't find the right words.

   "It was great: he'd just been swimming!" she exclaimed, "...was still
wet and wasn't wearing a shirt!!!"

   "Really?" I asked.

   "Yup," she vigorously nodded.

   "Wow!" I commented.

   "Yeah..." she was almost giggling, "...I was really sliding around a lot
on..."

   Jessica interrupted by shouting, "Look it's the liars!" across the room
while pointing at us.

   Timmy seemed to appear out of nowhere asking, "Who are the liars?" only
a few feet away from Kayla and me.

   Jenny ran over to Timmy, she pointed at us and said, "They are..."

   "What'd they lie about?" Timmy asked.

   "They say horsey back rides are better than piggy back rides..." Jenny
said, "and there's no such thing as a horsey back ride..." she sneered in
our direction.

   Timmy looked at Jenny like she was nuts and said, "They're right: horsey
back rides are better than piggy back rides."

   "LIAR!" Jenny yelled at Timmy before running off.

   "You like horsey back rides too?" I asked.

   "Unh-huh," he said, "you can see more..." he giggled a little, "...and
it feels better." He kinda pointed towards the front of his shorts a
little...in a way that made me think he wasn't aware of what his hand was
doing.

   "Too bad boys have to wear shorts or pants, `cause horsey back rides
feel even better if you're wearin' a skirt or dress," Kayla mused.

   "Really?" Timmy asked.

   "Yup," I replied, "but shorts are definitely better than long-pants..."

   He looked at us funny and asked, "Why?"

   Kayla looked at him like he was an idiot before saying, "'Cause it feels
better having the movement against your skin," as she bent forward a little
and rubbed the inside of her legs just above her knees.

   "Yeah," I said, nodding.

   "Hmmm," Timmy made a funny noise before saying, "Yea, you're right:
every horsey back ride I gotten in shorts has been better..." He paused
then added, "Probably be even better in just underpants..."

   "Maybe," I said as I looked at Kayla.  Like me, she was trying not to
laugh.

   Timmy looked back and forth between us before asking, "What's funny?"

   I looked at Kayla again: it looked like she was about to burst into
laughter.  She looked down, and commented, "Lisa, you're not wearin' any
socks."

   "That's right," I said.

   Timmy glanced down towards my feet then asked, "Why aren't you wearin'
socks?"

   If it was just Kayla I would've told her my reasoning; but I wasn't sure
about telling Timmy that I decided to go without socks because... 
"Well...I don't know..." I began speaking as I tried to come up with a
reason that was at least somewhat true, "...I'd just have to take `em off
later..." yeah: that was true.

   Kayla opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but Timmy
beat her to the punch, "If you wear shoes without socks you'll get
blisters." Those were almost the exact words my Mom had said...

   "You sound like my Mom," Kayla commented; still looking like she was
holding back laughter, but doing a better job hiding it now.

   "Well, that's what my Mom said," Timmy explained, sounding a little
embarrassed.

   "My Mom said the same thing when she saw I wasn't wearing socks this
morning," I began, "...but it feels lots better without socks ..." I
trailed off not sure how to complete my thought.

   Kayla felt around on her dress and commented, "Hmm, no pockets..." For a
few seconds it looked like she was thinking real hard before she smiled and
plopped down on the floor.  "Who cares if you get blisters if it feels
better," she boldly said as she pulled the Velcro on both her sneakers
open, pulled them off, then yanked off her socks.

   "Kayla put your shoes back on," Ms.  Hailey yelled across the room.

   Both Timmy and me watched as Kayla quickly folded her socks and put them
into her sneakers before jamming her bare feet in on top of her socks.  She
closed the Velcro and hopped to her feet.  Judging by the way the top of
her sneakers were moving up and down a little (out near the very front);
she must have been wiggling her toes.  She looked at me and said, "Oh yeah:
lots better."

   Kayla and me both looked at Timmy for a few seconds in silence before he
asked, "What?  I got a booger on my nose or something'?"

   "So, you gonna take your socks off?" I energetically asked.

   Kayla began speaking the instant I stopped, "You should: its lots
better..."

   "Ms.  Hailey..." he said quietly, motioning with his head.  I glanced
over: she was looking right at us.  "She'll yell at me if I take my shoes
off..."

   "Not if you do it in the bathroom," I suggested.

   Timmy gave me a funny look.  "You'll be...still..." he half asked.

   "We're not goin' anywhere," Kayla reassured him.

   Timmy shrugged his shoulders before saying, "Alright, back soon." He
turned and headed towards the boys' bathroom.

   Once Timmy was about five or six feet from us I asked Kayla, "Your
horsey back ride yesterday: big brother notice you...ah...didn't; no,
weren't wearing panties?"
"Prob'ly: he's given me horsey back rides like that before," she said.

   "Wet before?" I asked.

   "No; that was a first," she explained, before asking, "And your
panties?"

   I shook my head, "No: I put a pair under my mattress like you said
yesterday," I proudly said.  Kayla smiled.  Then I asked, "Why put `em
under the mattress?"

   Kayla whispered, "That way they look like..."

   "Check it out," Timmy returned pointing down at his feet; interrupted
Kayla.

   I wasn't surprised a bit by seeing the bare skin at his ankles
disappearing into the top of his sneakers; glancing up, though, I was
surprised to see that the front of his shorts seemed to be sticking out.

   "What you do with your socks?" I asked, once Timmy had made it all the
way back to Kayla and me.

   "Standing on them: just like Kayla," he said, "Why?"

   "They're not in the front pockets of your shorts?" Kayla asked.

   "No..." Timmy sounded puzzled, "Why?"

   "Cause the front of your shorts is sticking out," I said pointing.

   Timmy looked down, made a funny face, "Hunh..." and pushed in on the
front of his shorts.  When he moved his hand away, it moved back out... 
"Hunh, that's weird..." he said.

   I was about to agree with Timmy, when Kayla asked, "How's it feel?"

   A huge smile appeared on his face, "Good: real good," he beamed.  Timmy
looked at me and said, "You're real smart," before wrapping his arms around
me giving me a big hug.

   There was something weird about that hug; it felt like there was a
marker in his shorts poking against me right around where my legs met...  I
was about to say something when Ms.  Hailey below her whistle and said,
"Outside play time."

   Timmy let go of me.  Just before all of us kids started to line up,
Kayla yanked me away from Timmy; then positioned us about ten kids behind
him in the line before we walked toward the door to the playground outside.