Little Sheila knew that her Auntie Ruth would be angry, but she couldn't resist. The 2-year-old girl pulled open a drawer in her Aunt's bedroom and extracted a brassiere.
As her giggles rose to a crescendo, Sheila draped the bra over her body, carefully did the rear hooks, and reset the straps to their shortest length. Striking a fashion model pose, Sheila strutted before a mirror, making pouty faces. She snapped the Lycra side, the girl luxuriated in how the bra made her feel so grownup, something her adult guardian didn't want for her, even to the point of keeping her in diapers although Sheila had several times suggested she'd like to move up to training pants. Giggling even louder, Sheila noted how her Aunt warned her not to play with woman's undies, but rationalized her action as the bra was a Playtex!
After examining the bra's cavernous 36C cups, Sheila decided to build up her figure, and was busy stuffing the cups with tissues when...
"This is how you listen to me?" Auntie Ruth scowled
down on the 2-year-old. "I ought to spank you for disobeying
me. Now put that bra back where you found it," Ruth added.
But Sheila stood her ground. "Why can't I? This bra used
to me mine when I was your age! I'm not sure how I lost 20 years
of aging overnight, but I saw you with Tony afterwards. And he
brushed you off! If I ever find out how you, my former college
roommate did this to me, I'll..." Sheila said, cutting he
tirade short to run for her under-the-bed redoubt, her only spank-free
refuge in the apartment.