Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title: Pour Me A Dream, And Make It A Double
Summary: An overworked man winds down at a bar with a drink that can
supposedly grant wishes.  The next morning proves it true as he wakes up in
the body of a fifth grader.  He takes the transformation surprisingly well.

Keywords: Mg gg ped oral exhib magic



   Pour Me A Dream, And Make It A Double

   It had already been a long week for Casey Hayes, and it was only
Wednesday.  He worked a usually boring as death office job, but there had
been a large acquisition recently.  All the details were finally being
hammered out and the powers that be decided it was his department that
would take up all the slack, meaning every one of them suddenly had their
workload triple.  Today was the worst day of the week by far, so after
showering and pulling on some fresh clothes Casey walked to the bar a short
ways down the road so he could relax and drink about his problems.

   10PM rolled around and Casey was feeling pretty happy when he decided
this would be his last drink before heading home to prepare himself for the
nightmare tomorrow would surely bring.  While perusing the bottles of
various brown liquors he spotted one he hadn't recognized so he called over
the bartender and asked about it.

   "Oh this," Denise, one of the regular weeknight bartenders commented,
"Glen Aisling, supposed to be fancy stuff."

   "That right?" Casey asked.

   "Yup.  Get this, the slogan for this stuff is 'Glen Aisling, what dreams
are made of', how's that for full of yourself," the barmaid chuckled.

   "Alright, yeah," Casey said.  "Gimme a double."

   "Will do, chief," Denise answered, "but I gotta warn you, they claim it
makes your dreams come true," she chuckled as she shook her head before
pouring off a couple fingers.  "They're really sniffing their own farts
over at Glen Aisling, ain't they?"

   "Heh, yeah," Casey laughed along with her as she slid him the drink. 
"Wow!" Casey exclaimed after taking a pull, "This is actually some real
quality shit.  No lie.  I may have a new favorite Scotch."

   "Glad you think so," Denise said with a shake of the head.  "Hasn't been
selling too great despite good reviews.

   "Dunno why," Casey mused as he enjoyed the rest of his drink.  He let
out a sigh and closed his weary eyes for a moment.  Just then he remembered
what Denise said about it making dreams come true, so he tried visualizing
one on the spot.  For a few moments he had trouble thinking of something
till an image coalesced in his mind's eye.  An image of a beautiful little
girl.  He felt as though he were looking at her.  The image further
clarified and Casey realizes that no, he isn't just looking at her, he's
fucking this breathtaking preteen.  Casey shook his head and the dream was
no more.  "Alright, Denise, I gotta head home, cash me out darlin' and drop
yourself a tenner?"

   "Sure thing, Casey," Denise responded.

   The trip from bar to home was over in the blink of an eye.  Just as
quickly Casey found himself wrapped up in bed despite it being a couple
hours before he intended on sleeping.  Ohh well, he mused, let the
nightmare cometh."

   Casey's eyes fluttered open the following morning and he looked around
in a sleepy haze.  His mind told him his room was rather pink, but he knew
that wasn't the case, his room being mostly boring dark colors, so he
rubbed the sleep from his eyes and checked again.  Nope, the room was still
pink.  On top of that, looking down he found himself under a Disney
princess comforter, also pink, on a bed much small than it should have
been. Startled he threw himself from bed to find himself standing in what
is definitely a little girl's room.  And even more curious, he's looking at
this girl's room from a vantage point a good foot closer to the ground than
it ought to be.

   His breath coming in gasps now he looked around and spied a full length
mirror in the corner of the room.  He rushed towards it and was given the
shock of a lifetime to see a beautiful little girl looking back at him. 
After doing the requisite few motions at the mirror to verify that the
little girl in question was indeed he Casey stopped to think about the
situation.  The little girl in the mirror looked vaguely familiar somehow
yet he was sure he did not know her.  He racked his brain as he studied
her. She was slim, but somewhat athletic with downright breathtaking facial
features, long blonde hair, she turned and looked over her shoulder to note
a pleasantly plump little rear end.  Then it dawned on him...  rather on
her.  She was the little girl he had pictured himself fucking last night
after drinking the Glen Aisling.

   After a few minutes she finally accepted the situation for what it was,
no matter how impossible it seemed.  Then, as if a light bulb went off over
her head she grabbed the hem of her nighty and pulled it up over her head
and off in one fluid motion.  Wearing just a pair of tight pink panties now
the little girl inspected herself in the mirror.  Her chest was almost
completely undeveloped, but yes, there was some semblance of growth.  What
she lacked in actual breast flesh though, she more than made up for with
her nipples, each one nearly the size of a cherry.  They looked almost
obscene capping her pathetically flat chest.  She brought her hands up to
them and gently pinched them.  A wave of bliss rushed over her so she gave
them a harder tweak, then an even harder one.  She gasped aloud as a
feeling like lightning blasted through her body from her nipples to her
crotch and back again.

   Her crotch!

   She ran one hand down and over the front of her flimsy panties, still
taken aback by her complete lack of male genitalia, as the other hand
continued to tweak her left nipple.  With another quick motion the cute
preteen girl hooked two fingers of each hand into her panties and shoved
them off of herself with the sort of gusto a pedophile would give to such
action.  Wonder why that was...

   Completely nude now she grabbed the chair from her vanity and pulled it
over to the corner of the room with the mirror.  She took a seat in the
chair only inches from the mirror, legs spread wide to allow herself to fit
in the tight confines.  Her eyes were fixed on the reflection of her
immature pussy as she slowly started rubbing it.  She was surprised how
quickly her little box heated up and in only a moment she was letting out
little gasps and sighs as her hand started moving faster over her most
sensitive flesh.  Knowing more than a child of her age should the little
girl started focusing her stimulation towards the top of her slit.  Not
having a cunny of her own till this very day it took her a little bit to
manage it, but sure enough her clitoris began to appear as the rest of her
slit moistened to a surprising degree.  At this point the adorable little
girl was breathing hard, her brow sweating, but nothing was going to stop
her from this goal.

   With her left hand she pulled back the hood of her clit as far as she
could and with her right she grabbed at it roughly.  As her fingers pinched
closed upon it the little girl squealed with pleasure and bucked in her
chair.  Her surprise reaction wrenched her clitoris from her grasp.  Again
she gazed at the reflection, noting that her baby clitoris had further
increased in size, her left hand still holding the hood back.  Getting a
naughty idea the cute preteen used two fingers of her right hand to just
slap her clit back and forth.  Each time her fingers contacted her flesh
she let out a grunt, then sighed before the finger switched directions and
bashed her pleasure nub from the other side.  At this point she was nearing
her first climax as a little girl, her fingers a blur as her body trembled
and what can only be described as a guttural moan issues forth from her
mouth.  Then in an instant her moan turned to a squeal and then a
continuous gasp as her body locked up and the most intense orgasm she'd
ever experienced (including every male orgasm of her past life) washed over
her.  She pulled her fingers away from her now far too sensitive cunny and
rode the wave till it crashed, leaving her body a limp, sweaty, panting
mass.

   Several minutes passed before she was able to look up and, curious as
ever, she surveyed the damage in the mirror.  She was absolutely blown away
by the sheer volume of cunt cream her still rather immature looking pussy
produced.  Immature, that is, except for her still engorged clitoris, which
was easily the size of an adult woman's.  Huh, that and her nipples she
thought, such a curious body I have.  Aware of how messy she was (and for
that matter how the whole room reeked of her cunny) the young girl wiped
the cream off of herself, brought her fingers up and eagerly licked them
clean.  I'm delicious she thought as she sucked each finger in turn till
there is no sign of her discharge.  Back when she was a man he really
enjoyed pleasuring women orally and none of them tasted anywhere near as
good as she did now.

   Considering the sweat she just worked up the cute preteen decided now
was a great time to shower.  While in the shower she considered what her
life would be like from now on.  Can't go back to work, what with having to
be an adult to do that.  She began to worry what she'd do about finances,
only having a few thousand dollars left between checking and savings. 
After the shower she wrapped herself in a towel and made a beeline for the
PC.  Bringing up her bank's web site she prepared to type in the email
address to the account she had in her past life, but her fingers type out
SassyCassie33 instead.  Interest piqued she entered the password that came
naturally to her and logged in.  Sure enough the credentials were good. 
The name on the account was Cassandra Hayes.  I must go by Cassie, she
thought then she started checking her accounts.  Her hand went numb and her
jaw dropped as she noted that her checking account was hovering just over
$200,000.  Just for shits and giggles she checked what the savings account
showed and was dumbfounded for the second time in a minute when she saw a
balance of about $12 million.  I guess money is no problem then, she
thought.

   "OK, what to do with my life then..." Cassie wondered aloud Realizing
her new self had a bank account she figured she must have other accounts.
Choosing the most obvious she aimed the browser at facebook.com and let her
fingers log her in.  Sure enough she's on there, too, and after just a bit
of digging she discovered that she was in the fifth grade at Pinewood
Elementary School.  Cassie looked at the clock and noted that it was
7:17AM. "Guess I'm going to school today," she chuckled to herself before
turning back to the PC to find out when her bus would arrive.  Noting that
she had about 20 minutes Cassie headed back to her bedroom to pick out
clothes for the day.

   Checking her drawers and closets Cassie pulled on a pair of mint green
panties, these also just a bit too small, thus skin tight, and a plain
white training bra.  "Gotta hide these freakish nips," she laughed.  With
the underwear situation handled Cassie considered what to wear over them
and as she went through her clothing she realized she was gravitating
towards the sort of clothes she'd appreciate a girl like her wearing if she
were still a 36 year old man.  Deciding to just roll with it she pulled on
a pair of blue shorts that were also just a bit too small, causing them to
hug her near complete lack of curves nicely while barely covering the mint
green panties beneath.  For her top Cassie pulled on a spaghetti strap cami
that was actually a few sizes too large.  This choice made it all but
impossible to hide her boring little training bra.  She checked herself in
the mirror and blushed a little as her cunny spasmed.  Yes, this will do.

   With eight minutes left Cassie grabbed a strawberry Pop Tart and a
bottle of OJ before heading out the door to the bus stop.  A few minutes
later, just as she finished off the last of her pop tart, the bus came
rolling around the corner and stopped in front of her.  Cassie stepped on
and began waking down the aisle.  Remembering what it was like when she was
a kid, Cassie was intent on sitting in the back, where the cool kids rode
(assuming nothing had changed in elementary school politics since the 90s).
She was near the end of the free seats when a hand shot up and waved at
her. Cassie looked that way and had a vague feeling of recollection upon
seeing the dark haired girl doing the waving.  Casey had no idea who she
was, but clearly Cassie did.  She sat down with her and the other girl
began chatting away a mile a minute.  Cassie did the best she could to
contribute to the conversation, but mostly just listened.  In not very much
time at all the bus pulled in to the parking lot of Pinewood Elementary and
the children filed off.

   The school day wasn't yet set to begin so Cassie and her friend both
headed off to the playground and claimed adjacent swings.  A few minutes in
and Cassie was giggling as she pumped herself higher and higher.  Such a
simple pleasure and she was getting the most out of it.  Clearly she had
spent too much of her time lately as an adult.  All too soon a bell rang
signifying this pre class recess was over.  Cassie followed her apparent
best friend to the door and inside.  The girls, along with the rest of the
fifth grade class, funneled into a room at the end of the hall.  Cassie
waited till everyone else took their seats before claiming the only empty
spot.  A moment later the teacher entered the room and took her seat at the
front of the room.  She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started
taking attendance.  Cassie made sure to answer promptly when she heard her
name.  Just a moment later she learned that her apparent best friend was
named Violet Murphy.  What a relief, she could actually call the girl
something.

   After roll call and The Pledge of Allegiance the teacher got the class
right to work on the day's English lesson.  Cassie had no problem with
this, having learned this stuff a couple decades ago, and for that matter
that her job way back yesterday when she was still Casey had him writing up
proposals for any number of company maneuvers, including the very
acquisition that led to the increased workload which prompted him to grab
the double of Scotch that lead him to be a her and right here in the first
place.  The teacher was apparently very surprised by Cassie's participation
and performance, so she tried to lay off a bit as the lesson wound down. 
An hour and a half after class began the bell rang again and the class
erupted as everyone raced to the door.  Cassie got up and followed the rest
of the class out.  She met up with Violet in the hallway and the other
girl, slightly taller than Cassie but with a build very similar to her own,
grabbed Cassie's hand and dragged her out of the building, giggling as she
ran.

   "Wait, WAIT!" Cassie yelled at her friend, who stopped almost dead,
causing Cassie to slam into her.

   "S'up?" Violet asked.

   "There someplace private we can talk?" Cassie asked.

   Violet gave her friend a quizzical look before replying "duh," and
nodding towards the corner of the school.  Cassie followed her as the two
of them rounded the corner and in short order found themselves in the
weather shelter that led to the school's basement.  "Alright, Cass, what
gives?"

   "Well," Cassie began, "before I say anything, this stays between the two
of us, kay?"

   "Sure, sure," Violet agreed.  "Now out with it."

   "Alright," Cassie began, "now this is going to sound absolutely nuts,
but I assure you it's legit." Stopping to think how to begin Cassie finds a
good place.  "How long have we known each other?"

   "Since Kindergarten," Violet answers.  "What kinda dumb question is
that?" She is clearly a little annoyed.

   "See, that's the thing..." Cassie starts, "We haven't."

   "The hell you talking about, girl?"

   "I told you this is going to sound crazy," Cassie continued, "but up
till last night I was a 36 year old man."

   Violet erupts with laughter.  "Have you lost your shit, Cass?  We've
been friends for years and in none of that time were you some old man."

   "I knew you wouldn't believe me, but here me out," Cassie replied,
trying to think of another way to approach it.  "Ohh ohh, OK, I bet you got
a bank account right, like, your parents made you one, maybe?"

   "Yeah, of course."

   "And how much is in there?" Cassie inquired.  "Probably a few hundred
bucks, maybe a grand, right?"

   "Sounds about right," Violet answered.

   "Ok, how about this," Cassie said as she brought out her phone, showing
her friend the balance of her checking account.

   "Haha, come on, you expect me to believe you've got that much in the
bank?" Violet laughed.  "Photoshop much?"

   "Straight from the web," Cassie declared matter-of-factly as she clicked
the link to her savings and allowed Violet to watch the page load.

   "Holy shit, what gives?" Violet asked enthusiastically.

   "I tried telling you before," Cassie responded.  "Straight up freakin'
magic."

   "I suppose that would explain you suddenly participating in class
earlier.  Now assuming I believe you," Violet said, "HOW?"

   "OK, well this is going to sound silly," Cassie assured her friend,
"magic scotch."

   "Magic whatnow?"

   "Scotch, tasty brown liquor," Cassie answered.  "The stuff they serve in
bars."

   "Haha, that is silly," Violet chuckled, "my best friend's a 36 year old
drunk."

   "I'm not a drunk!  It's been a hard week," Cassie replied defensively.
"I usually don't even drink till the weekend, but there was a huge merger
and somehow everything fell on my department, so yeah, I had a few drinks
on a Wednesday night, so what?"

   "So what is that still doesn't explain what happened, why you're a
little girl instead of at your job right now.  Again, assuming this tale of
yours is true."

   "Oh, right," Cassie muttered.  "Anyway...  the Scotch was supposed to
make dreams come true.  That's what the slogan said, anyway."

   "And you dreamed of being a little girl?" Violet giggled.

   "Not exactly," was Cassie's vague answer.

   "What then?"

   "You swear you won't tell, right?" Cassie asked.

   "Cross my heart," Violet responded, looking quite sincere.

   "Alright...  well..." Cassie started hesitantly, "I sorta wished to fuck
a little girl."

   "Well...  that's heavy," Violet says.

   "Yeah, I know," Cassie said "and here's the thing...  the little girl I
pictured myself, you know...  Now I look exactly like her!  I am literally
my very own preteen sex dream come true."

   "That's fucked, Cassie," Violet stated.  "Serves you right, ya pedo."

   "Yeah, kin- HEY!" Cassie retorted defensively.

   "So, what now?" Violet asked her apparently one day old ten year old
friend.

   "Still keeping it to yourself, yeah?" Cassie inquired solemnly.

   "Not a word, girl."

   "OK, good, cause the thing is..." Cassie began, taking care to select
the right words.  "I know there are more people out there like me.  Not
like me like adults who accidentally wished themselves into children, but I
mean just normal men who are attracted to...  well...  younger people."

   "Where you going with this, Cass?" Violet asked.

   "I know, I know, it's crazy," Cassie replied, "but I think I can make an
awful lot of guys very happy."

   "Girl, you're absolutely nuts," Violet scoffed.  "You know that, right?"

   "Yeah..."

   "OK, so how about you just think it over, ohh and how about the two of
us get back to recess and have a little fun before time is up."

   "OK," Cassie agreed.  The two of them walked back around the building
and started in on some actual recess fun, joining a game of tag already in
progress.  After about ten minutes of invigorating play the recess bell
rang again and the kids marched back into the building.

   The rest of the school day went as one would expect, with Cassie working
about as hard at her work as she thought everyone would expect of her. 
Lunch was by far the best meal Cassie had enjoyed in the past month at
least, it being lasagna and apple crisp for dessert.  That alone made
Cassie think maybe being a kid again would be real nice.  Cassie and Violet
spent the entire second recess playing almost as if the conversation
earlier in the day never happened.  It wasn't too long till the final bell
rang and the school emptied out, most of the kids piling on to one of the
busses.  Cassie followed Violet, ensuring she boarded the right one and the
two of them grabbed an empty seat about half way back.

   "So Violet, I dunno if you believe me yet," Cassie began, "but I think I
got a way to strengthen my case.  Can you come to my house after school?"

   "Yeah, no prob," Violet answered, "you would know this if you weren't
born yesterday, but my parents don't get home till like six."

   "OK, so I guess you are getting on board at least," Cassie said. 
"That's a relief.  For this to work though I gotta warn you...  you might
get in trouble.  That cool?"

   "Ohh, now you've got me," Violet chuckled, "I'm down."

   "Kay, good."

   A few minutes later the two girls got off the bus outside Cassie's
house. Instead of leading her friend inside though, Cassie started down the
street.  A few moments later the girls were standing outside the bar Casey
had visited the night before.  Cassie peeked inside and was relieved to see
Denise standing behind the bar and the joint empty.

   "Alright, Violet, now or never," Cassie called as she grabbed her
friend's hand tight, fingers laced, and dragged her along and into the bar.
Denise looked up from the magazine she was reading and spotted the two
kids.

   "The hell are you two doing in here?" the woman shouts.  "There's no
kids allowed in here."

   "Take it easy, Denise," Cassie responds evenly.

   "And how the hell do you know my name?"

   "You wouldn't believe me, but I was in here last night," Cassie
answered. "Now the two of us will be going as soon as you tell my friend
here what the slogan is for the Glen Aisling Scotch."

   "Fine, whatever," the bartender stated, not quite as annoyed as she was
earlier.  "It's 'Glen Aisling, what dreams are made of', does that help
you?"

   Violet's jaw dropped upon hearing that.  "See, told you," Cassie
cackled.

   "W...wait a second," Denise called out to the girls before they left. 
"You really were here last night, weren't you?"

   The girls turned back to face the adult.  "Yeah, I was," Cassie stated
somewhat flatly.

   "As soon as you asked about the Glen Aisling I had a...  like a feeling
of dÃ(C)jà vu.  You were a regular, weren't you?" Denise asks the ten year
old.

   "In a different life I was," Cassie answered.  "I'll see you later,
Denise."

   "Buh bye," the barmaid replied, a dumbfounded look on her face.

   Conversation over the two girls left the corner bar.  "Holy fucking
shit!" Violet shouted as soon as the two of them were out of earshot of the
bar.  "You're fucking legit, this is goddamned incredible."

   "Yeah, I suppose it is kinda neat," Cassie agreed as the two of them
walked to her house.  "So, like, you still wanna be friends?"

   "Whataya mean?" Violet asked, confusion written on her face.

   "I mean, now that you know it's true," Cassie said.  "I mean...  I look
like a little girl for sure, but I'm really not."

   "Sure you are," Violet answered before giving Cassie a big hug.  "You're
the same girl you were yesterday, as far as I'm concerned.  And that girl
was my best friend.  Who cares what you are up in that noodle of yours,"
Violet poked Cassie's forehead for emphasis.  "Aren't you excited to be a
kid again?"

   "You know...  I kinda am," Cassie replied as a smile played across her
face.

   "So what now?" Violet asked her friend.

   "I dunno," Cassie responded, "I'm pretty new to this whole being a
little girl thing.  What do you think?"

   "Well, I still have a couple hours before I need to be home," Violet
began.  "You have any good toys or anything?  Video games maybe?  I'm
realizing that the house I'm picturing you living in might be nothing like
what I remember."

   "I dunno," Cassie answered, "but I think I saw a Switch in my living
room before I went to school.  Wanna play that?"

   "Sure sure,"

   About that time the girls reached Cassie's house and the two of them
entered.  After grabbing a couple of snacks from the kitchen the two of
them plopped down on the couch in front of Cassie's impressively large TV
and began playing Mario Kart.

   "You think any more about your plans 'n stuff?" Violet asked after a few
races.

   "Little bit," Cassie just lets her response hang.

   "Yeah, and?" Violet prods.

   "I mean," Cassie started, "I still wanna do it, but I dunno how."

   "You sure 'bout that?" Violet asked, a wide grin splayed across her
impish face.

   "What?" Cassie asks exasperated.

   "Come on, Cass, you see the way you're dressed, right?" Violet chuckled
as she waved at Cassie's tight shorts and very loose top.  "I'm pretty
shocked Mrs.  Tanner didn't say anything.  Now I don't have any experience
in this department, but if I were an adult man with those kinds of urges
I'd notice you for sure."

   Cassie just laughed for a moment.  "So...  what do you think?"

   "Well I already told you, I think it's crazy," Violet told her friend
honestly.  "But this whole situation is crazy, so maybe it makes the most
sense."

   "I'm really excited just thinking about it," Cassie confessed.

   "So, what, like now?" Violet asked.  Cassie just gave her a sideways
smile and stuck out her tongue.  "OMG, I can't believe you, Cass!" Violet
exclaims, "You really do wanna do this."

   "Soooo...." Cassie drew out her question, "should I try the park, or the
mall, or what?"

   "Well, I should be heading home soon, but I bet the park near my house
would be a good place," Violet replied.  "Fuck, I can't believe I'm
suggesting places for my best friend to seduce men."

   "Come on, Violet," Cassie said in a strangely serious tone, "It's not
like that.  I mean, look at me, I'm not going to have to do much of any
seducing," She lost herself in laughter as she finished her sentence.

   "Girl, you are an odd one," Violet mused.  "Guess we should head out,
eh?" Game plan settled the two girls hopped off the couch and headed out
the door, Cassie locking it behind her.  For the next few minutes the two
just talked normal girl stuff and for a moment Cassie almost forgot who she
used to be, finding it easier and easier to settle into the role of
elementary school student.  They finally reached the park and while not
particularly busy it had a decent number of people.  Trying to suss out a
mark the girl acted like they were playing as they moved most of the way
around the lot.

   "I think I see one, Cass," Violet called as the two do a silly dance
near the tennis court.

   "The guy near the bike rack?" Cassie asked.

   "Yeppers," Violet confirmed, "he's had his eye on us since we got here.

   "I can't believe I'm gonna do this," Cassie giggled.

   "You don't have to, ya know," Violet said, giving her friend an out in
case she wanted it.

   "I know that, Violet," Cassie responded.  "I WANT to."

   "Wow, I guess you're psyched, huh?"

   "Mmm hmm," Cassie confirmed.  "Now the two of us are gonna walk his way
like we're leaving, then I'm gonna say goodbye to you right in front of
him, kay?"

   "Sure, sure.  It's your plan," Violet agreed.

   And with that the two preteens put the simple but direct plan into
action.  A moment later they're in front of the man, a non-threatening
looking fellow in about his mid 20s with short brown hair and a slim build.
"OK, I'll see you tomorrow," Cassie exclaimed loudly as she hugged her
friend."

   "Bye now," Violet responded before turning to exit the park.

   After her friend left Cassie took a seat on the other side of the bench
from where her mark was sitting.  A moment later she began swinging her
legs playfully, noting that her mark was giving her a sideways glance,
clearly trying to keep himself from being noticed.  Her lips curled into a
smile before she spoke.  "It's OK, mister," Cassie giggled, "I know you
like to look."

   "Huh," the man gasped, taken by surprise, "I wasn-"

   "Sure you were," Cassie interrupted before the man had a chance to
explain himself.  "You were looking and that's just fine.  I'm not gonna
tell anyone," Cassie assured him.

   "You're...  you're not?" The man asked, already thrown off by the odd
behavior of the little girl on the bench with him.

   "Not so long as you keep talking," Cassie continued.  "Tell me, there,
um..." Cassie snapped her fingers.

   "Tyler," the man responded, suddenly feeling very stupid for telling the
cute little girl seated next to him his real name.

   "OK, tell me, Tyler," Cassie began her interrogation, "What were you
watching?"

   "I was watching you and your friend playing," Tyler answered
immediately.

   "That's not what I mean," Cassie scolded the adult seated to her left.
"Tell me specifically what you were looking at and why."

   "Ummm..." Tyler hesitated.

   "Yes?" Cassie prodded.

   "Your butt!" Tyler blurted out before comically slapping his hands over
his mouth.  He relaxed his shoulders, pulled his hands from his face and
more calmly reiterated, "I was looking at your butt."

   "Good," Cassie told the man in a soothing tone.  "Why my butt?  Just my
butt or my friend's too?"

   "You're..." Tyler hesitated yet again.  "You're a very pretty girl and I
just like butts." He finally answered.

   "And..?" Cassie continues grilling the man.

   "Ohh um, right," Tyler went on, still nervously, remembering Cassie's
full line of questions.  "Just you.  I mean, the other girl was cute, too,
but you've got a look about you."

   "OK, I guess you passed the test then," Cassie giggled.

   "Test?"

   "I bet you'd like to do all manner of things to my butt, wouldn't you?"
Cassie asked Tyler, pointedly ignoring his question.

   "Well," Tyler swallowed hard, "Yes."

   "You'd prolly wanna stick your nasty dick in there, or even kiss my
butthole like some kinda sicko, wouldn't you?" Cassie laughed again as she
asked the man about the blatantly illegal stuff he'd do if given the
chance.

   The man let out a long sigh and answered Cassie with a single word,
"Yes."

   "Today's your lucky day, mister," Cassie began her proposition.  "You
see the bathrooms over there?" Cassie cocked her head towards the park's
public restroom building.  The man nodded almost imperceptibly.  "Well,"
Cassie continued, "I haven't seen anyone go in or out in the past ten
minutes, it's definitely empty.  I'm gonna go in the men's room and I'm
gonna claim the first stall." Cassie stopped dead, waiting for a response.

   "Uh huh?" is all Tyler could manage.

   "Then you're gonna wait a couple minutes," Cassie continued, laying out
the plan.  "And you're gonna follow me in and I'm gonna let you kiss my
butthole, just like you want.  Does that sound good to you, Tyler?" Cassie
asked.  The man just nodded again.  "Does.  That.  Sound.  Good.  Tyler?"
Cassie asked again, demanding a response.

   "Yesssss..." Tyler answered, his voice raspy and full of lust.

   "OK then," Cassie said before getting up and walking over to the
restroom building just as she said she would.  As if it's the most natural
thing in the world she slipped into the men's restroom.  Inside, the
elementary school student gave the place a quick once over to ensure that
she was indeed alone before opening up the first stall.  She closed the
door then giggled to herself before she stepped up onto the toilet seat. 
Facing the wall Cassie unbuttoned her shorts and unzips the fly then
carefully pulls them, along with her mint green panties down to her knees.
Ready for her mark Cassie then reached up, grabbed the top of the stall for
support and leaned forward slightly, doing her best to put her rear end at
the most appetizing angle.  Just as she finished positioning herself Cassie
heard the door to the restroom open.  A moment later came a light knock on
the door to her stall.  "Open," Cassie called out in a youthful singsong
voice.  The door opened just before Cassie heard Tyler's gasp.  Knowing
she's had him caught in her spell Cassie wiggled her sexy little behind.

   "Oh my god," Tyler exclaimed, utterly dumbfounded.

   After a moment of nothing happening Cassie again saw the need to take
charge.  "It's not gonna kiss itself y'know, mister," Cassie giggled.  The
girl's voice snapped Tyler out of his trance.  He grabbed the preteen by
the hips and shoved his face into her ass.  Cassie started to laugh out
loud as she felt the man's tongue circle her anus a number of times before
he started laying kisses all over her butt from the cheeks right in to her
pink little pucker.  After Cassie laughed herself out she began to realize
how nice it felt to have a man orally ministering to her rear end.  A
moment later she let out a long sigh than ended in a moan.  "That's it,
Tyler," Cassie groaned, "show me how much you love my butt."

   Encouraged by Cassie's sounds of pleasure Tyler doubled down on his
efforts to devour the preteen ass before him.  His work was not in vain as
the girl's moans took on a whole new deeper tone.  Wondering how far the
girl would let this go Tyler started licking her anus from bottom to top.
After the third such slurp Tyler brought his head down a little farther and
started his next lick at the very base of Cassie's cunny.

   "That's not for you!" Cassie scolded as she pulled herself away from
Tyler's mouth.  After her strict admonishment Cassie turned to face the man
and gave him a crooked smile before continuing.  "Now, if you'll play by
the rules, I was really close." Tyler just nodded and true to her word
Cassie faced the wall as before.  Tyler again grabbed her hips, but this
time he stretched his thumbs around to the bottom of Cassie cute little
rear and spread her wide.  Opened up as she was Tyler dove back in with his
lips and tongue and in no time had Cassie humming again.  A moment later
the ten year old's breaths were coming in gasps and it was obvious what
going to happen so she just went with the flow.  A few seconds more of
Tyler's tongue lashing and Cassie's orgasm crashed over her.  She thrashed
in Tyler's grip as he did his best to continue the anal stimulation.

   The better part of a minute passed before the young girl's body finally
stopped shaking.  At this point Tyler's hands are the only thing keeping
Cassie from falling off the toilet so he stood there reverently, the cute
girl's ass cradled in his hands.  A couple minutes passed before he felt
Cassie try taking on her weight again.

   "Wow," Cassie exclaimed when she was finally able.  "That was..." At
this point words failed her.

   "It sure was," Tyler chuckled from behind her.

   "Did you like licking my butt like that, weird stranger?" Cassie asked
Tyler with a laugh as she turned to face him.

   "I dunno if I liked it as much as you did, bizarre little girl," Tyler
chuckled.  "But yeah, I definitely liked it."

   "Know what?" Cassie asked no one in particular, "I really think you
deserve something after that.  I can't remember my butt ever feeling quite
that nice." Tyler beamed with pride.  With that said Cassie reached down
between her legs and scooped up a big dollop of the cunt cream she knew she
must have made with such a powerful orgasm and offered her fingers up. 
Tyler greedily sucked them into his mouth and licked every last remnant of
Cassie's orgasmic froth from them.  "There ya go, maybe that'll get the
taste of butt outta your mouth," Cassie giggled.

   "But I liked the taste of your butt," Tyler swore, and Cassie knew it
was the honest truth.

   "I'm sure you did," Cassie replied.  "Now I'd love to stay and chat, but
if I don't get home soon, there'll be people wondering where I am." Made up
situation laid bare Cassie pulled her panties and shorts up before Tyler
held her hand as she stepped off of the toilet.

   "If you ever wanna do something like this again..." Tyler started.

   "I'm sure I'll be able to find you," Cassie finished, "but really, I
gotta go, sorry." Cassie blew Tyler a kiss as she all but sprinted out of
the bathroom.  All the way home Cassie could hardly contain herself.  She
was all smiles and giggles as she skipped.  Violet's gonna flip when I tell
her about this, Cassie thought as she settled in at home and tossed
something into the oven.  All she could think about as she ate her now kind
of depressing dinner was how much she wanted school lunch tomorrow.

   Dinner finished Cassie went out to the living room and put in a bit of
time on the Switch before considering the social demands of a kid in this
day and age and brought up her facebook page.  Waiting for her was a
message from Violet, straight to the point "Well?"

   "Bus," Cassie responded, not wanting to go into such details online.

   "You are the worst," came Violet's predictable response after very
little time.  A sticking out tongue emoji was Cassie's reply.  After
finishing her exchange with Violet Cassie turned her attention to the rest
of her facebook feed and the seven notifications she had.  Not many for a
girl her age, she figured, but that didn't bother her.  She was already
having too much fun being a kid again to let such things worry her.

   Noting the time on her PC having reached half past nine Cassie figured
she ought to go to bed soon, what with her not having a clue how her new
body would respond to sleep and figured erring on the side of caution
tonight to be the smarter move.  She made her way into her bedroom then
opened her dresser and fished out a cute purple nightgown.  She really did
like the way she looked in these silly things.  Feeling a bit naughty the
cute preteen got naked before pulling the nightgown up and over her head.
And that was that, no panties for this sexy little girl she thought as she
pulled her covers down and climbed in.  Hey wait, she thought to herself...
I never made my bed.  Do I have a maid service?  Not really caring one way
or another Cassie closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

   Cassie's eyes opened again at about quarter to seven the next morning,
that being 15 minutes before she set the alarm so she reached over and
switched that off.  Having a bit of time to kill Cassie pulled herself from
bed and walked over to her full length mirror.  And then for a few minutes
she just danced and spun and wiggled, enjoying the sight of her reflection
as she did.  "I really am quite a sexy little girl," Cassie giggled to
herself before padding off to the bathroom and whipping her nightie off. 
She again appreciated the look of her overdeveloped, compared to the rest
of her, nipples as the water warmed.  Finally up to temperature Cassie
stepped into the shower and started in on cleaning herself.  Given
yesterday's experience she spent probably more time than necessary ensuring
that both her crotch and the cleft of her bottom were pristine.  That taken
care of the girl finished by washing and conditioning her long blonde hair.

   Cassie stepped out of the shower, toweled off and wrapped herself in
said towel before making her way back to her bedroom.  Her underwear of
choice today was a pale yellow and green polka dotted matched set.  She was
pleased to learn that this pair of panties was also tight around her rear.
It just plain felt nice to her to have tight panties.  As silly as the idea
was to her it kinda made her think someone was giving her butt a hug all
day.  Wanting to dress more conservatively today than she did the day
before Cassie chose a pleated blue and white tartan skirt of an actually
appropriate length and an also properly sized white blouse.  Nobody could
accuse the child of being provocative today, although really it did little
to reduce her desirability, to a certain demographic anyway.

   Checking the time she still had well over ten minutes before she had to
be out to catch the bus so Cassie took a seat on her couch and switched on
a silly youtube video to kill the time.  After a few giggles at cute
animals acting silly she switched off the TV and headed out the door.  It
only took a few more minutes before her school bus rounded the corner and
stopped for her.  Cassie boarded the bus and sought out the seat Violet
occupied.

   "Out with it," Violet demanded before Cassie even had a chance to sit.

   "Impatient much?" Cassie inquired with a giggle.  "Trust me, you're
gonna get a kick out of this," Cassie assured her friend.

   "Ohh?" Violet raised an eyebrow.

   "I made him kiss my ass," Cassie proclaimed, obviously proud of herself.

   "You what?" Violet probed, more than a little shocked by what apparently
happened after she left the park.

   "It was actually pretty easy," Cassie informed her friend.  "When you
left I just sat down next to him on the bench and even so close he couldn't
keep his eyes off me."

   "NO!" Violet argued.

   "Yup," Cassie insisted.  "So I called him out on it, right on the spot.
Told him I wasn't mad or anything, I just wanted to know what he was
looking at.  By the by, he thought you were cute, too, but said I 'had a
look about me'," Cassie giggled after revealing that.

   "You sure did, Cass," Violet nudged her friend as she went on, "that
slutwear of yours sure gave you a look,"

   "Shush!" Cassie said a bit more forcefully than she meant.  "Anyway...
he admitted that he liked my butt and I accused him of wanting to stick his
dick in my ass or kiss my butthole and he just says 'yes,' no argument. 
Straight up admitted he wanted to do naughty things with a child's butt."

   "And?" Violet asked on the edge of her seat both literally and
figuratively.

   "I told him this was his lucky day and that I'd be happy to let him kiss
my ass," Cassie calmly told her friend, as if that was the most normal
thing in the world.  "The men's room was definitely empty so I told him to
meet me in there and I went in.  Pretty sure no one saw me."

   "You're right," Violet assured her friend, "This is good.  Then what?"

   "Well," Cassie continued, "after I made sure the place was empty I
thought I'd have a bit of fun with my mark, so I went into the stall I said
I'd meet him in, got up on the toilet and pulled my shorts and panties
down."

   "You have got to be kidding me," Violet swore.

   "Honest trust," Cassie proclaimed, "So I just waited and a couple
minutes later there was a knock on the door.  I told him it was open and he
comes in.  'Oh my god,' he says when he gets a look at my butt and he just
stands there.  I don't even know how long, but too long.  So I say 'It's
not gonna kiss itself, mister,'".

   "NO!"

   "Swear to god," Cassie insists.  "So anyway, he finally snaps out of it
and he just grabs me by the hips 'n shoves his face right into my ass."

   "Oh my god, Cass," Violet giggles, "that is so fucked."

   "Yeah, that's what I thought at first," Cassie said, "I was giggling
too, but then the feeling started to hit and oh my god, girl, it felt so
nice having him back there kissing, licking and tonguing my butt."

   "No way," Violet exclaimed, "That is so gross and weird."

   "Yea, well, it is and it isn't," Cassie insisted.  "So he's back there
for a little while and he tries to get sneaky on me."

   "Sneaky how?" Violet asked, absolutely enthralled by her friend's tale.

   "Well, he started one of his licks way low," Cassie answered.  "The
nerve of him, he started that lick on my pussy!"

   "And?"

   "And I told him 'that's not for you,' before pulling my butt away from
him." Cassie stated matter-of-factly.

   "You scolded a grown man for licking the wrong spot?" Violet couldn't
believe she was even asking Cassie such a ridiculous question.  "Then
what?"

   "I told him I was really close and would he just play by the rules,"
Cassie replied.  "And wouldn't you know it, that's exactly what he did! 
But this time..." Cassie let the sentence hang for a moment.  "This time he
put his hands on me differently and he was able to spread my butt wide
open. He got right in there and oh my god it was amazing."

   "Nasty you mean," Violet giggled.

   "NO!  I don't mean that," Cassie doubled down.  "I'm telling you, you
should have heard the downright obscene noises he was making back there,
but I was in utter heaven.  Then it happened.  I just exploded.  I don't
even know how long it lasted, but I know at least a couple minutes passed
before I sorta woke up, still in his hands and he gently put me back down
on my feet."

   "And that was it?" Violet asked.  Simply dumbfounded by her friend's
story.

   "Almost," Cassie said.  "He just did so well," Cassie continued, "didn't
seem fair to just leave him with so little to show for his efforts."

   "So what did ya do?" Violet asked insistently, clearly begging for the
conclusion to the story.

   "Well, he made me cum," Cassie said.  "Real nice, in fact...  So I
scooped up a huge gob of my little girl sauce onto my fingers and I fed it
to him.  It was one of the most erotic sights of my life," Cassie assured
Violet.

   "Well," Violet replied, equal parts intrigued, disgusted and aroused,
"that sure does sound like an exciting time, Cass." At this point the bus
was rolling up to the school's parking lot.  "Excellent timing.  We'll have
to continue this later, yeah?" Cassie just nodded before the two of them
got up to exit the bus.  After stepping off the bus Cassie and Violet
headed off to play hopscotch for the few minutes before class.

   The bell rang and all of the students funneled into their respective
classrooms.  Mrs.  Tanner opened her class with roll call and The Pledge
before splitting the kids off into groups for a social studies lesson.  It
was actually quite a long demonstration meant to teach about the unfair way
different groups of colonists were treated by the monarchy in 1700s or
thereabouts.  The lesson concluded a moment before the recess bell rang. 
Violet grabbed Cassie by the wrist as everyone headed outside.  "Finger
game," she said as she dragged Cassie off to sit on a patch of grass near
the swings.

   "Huh," Cassie asked, clearly perplexed.

   "Ohh right," Violet apologized, "Sorry, I keep forgetting you're not
quite all there.  Here, let me show you." Violet went over the game with
Cassie, showing her the various hand gestures involved.  It's kind of like
a more complex version of rock paper scissors.  The game is broken into
frames, a single comparison of gestures.  A frame is either won by one of
the girls or is a push, a tie.  Points are scored and after a set number of
scoring frames a winner is declared.  Cassie picked it up quickly and the
girls got on playing.

   "I figured it out," Cassie informed Violet.

   "It what?" Violet asked, clearly interested, as she had been by most of
Cassie's conversations.

   "Why I liked the butt stuff so much," Cassie blurted out before
laughing.

   "I like that there's a reason," Violet quipped, offering her friend a
sly smile.

   "No, really," Cassie began her explanation.  "It makes perfect sense. 
I'm my own preteen wet dream, right?" Violet almost choked at Cassie's
blunt description.  "Well, back when I was still a man I also had a bit of
a thing for little girl butts."

   "OK..?" Violet inquired, at least somewhat puzzled.

   "Don't you see?" Cassie asked, Violet shook her head.  "If I'm a man who
likes little girl butts it stands to reason that I'd want to do butt stuff
with a little girl, right?" Violet nodded.  "So..." Cassie continued, "the
best match for a guy who wants to engage in butt stuff with a little girl
is a little girl who enjoys having butt stuff done to her.  Totally makes
sense, right?"

   "I...  that's...  OK, yeah, that checks right out," Violet agreed.  "So
hey, you wanna do anything this weekend?  Cause I think we should do a
sleep over."

   "Yeah, why the heck not," Cassie agreed.  "Should I even ask your house
or mine?"

   "The answer's kinda obvious if you're cool with it," Violet urged.

   "It's cool with me," Cassie answered.  "I was more asking if there was a
reason to go with yours."

   "None better than the lack of supervision at yours," Violet chuckled. 
"So what's with that?  I mean, I can remember you having parents.  Can
almost picture them, but now I'm just at a loss..."

   "I guess the Scotch just didn't see that detail as important," Cassie
mused.

   The recess bell rang and the girls stood.  "You'll get better," Violet
assured her friend, having won this particular round of finger game.  Back
in the classroom Violet grabbed her phone and ensured it was on silent
before sending her mom a text asking if she could sleep over Cassie's
house, being sure to inform her that Cassie had permission to have a guest.
A few moments later Violet's phone lit up under her desk.  A quick glance
at the screen gave her the good news so she threw her friend a subtle
thumbs up, to which Cassie nodded.  The weekend settled, the girls
concentrated on the lesson at hand.

   After seemingly not very long at all the bell rang again and the class
headed out to wash their hands then eat lunch.  Cassie found herself rather
excited as she grabbed two cartons of chocolate milk from the cooler and
took her spot in line.  Today's lunch was hot open faced turkey sandwiches
with a side of mashed potatoes (straight from the ice cream scoop, as god
intended) and some kind of peanut butter bar for dessert.  Definitely the
kind of stuff Cassie would be happy to eat but never make for herself. 
After grabbing her plate she sat and eagerly dug in.

   "Holy cow, pig!"

   Cassie was suddenly jolted from her single minded wolfing down of her
lunch.  "W'ever," she returned, with a mashed potato fueled tongue
sticking.

   "You nasty," Violet countered with a sneer and a chuckle.  Feigned war
over, the two got back to their lunches and in short order both had clean
plates.  Finished with their meals the girls started planning the sort of
stuff they'd do at Cassie's house later on that night.

   Upon asking Cassie if she intended on doing "anything gross" this
afternoon Cassie told her friend that nah, she's got seemingly years to
take care of that so tonight it'll just be them doing whatever.  Violet
seemed pleased with this revelation.  A moment later their table was
dismissed to afternoon recess.  Outside Cassie ran off to the jungle gym
and began to climb.

   "In a hurry much?" Violet called behind Cassie as she caught up.

   "Ohh sorry," Cassie apologized.  "I used to love climbing on these
things when I was a kid.  Err, the last time I was a kid," she corrected.
"Suddenly had the urge to again." Seemingly satisfied with the explanation
Violet joined her friend on the play structure and the two spent
essentially the whole recess on and off the bars.  Cassie's wide smile
proof of how much she was loving being a kid again.  All too soon the bell
rang and everyone returned to class.

   The afternoon session began with a math lesson, specifically fractions.
Cassie had no trouble of course, but continued her ruse of not being as
good a student as she actually was now.  After math was over Mrs.  Tanner
finished off the day by reading to the class, as she apparently always did
on Fridays.  A final bell indicated the end of the week and all of the
students left class.

   Cassie and Violet boarded their bus and took a seat together.  They
chit-chatted about nothing of consequence before the bus dropped them off
as Cassie's place.  The two headed inside, dumped their backpacks off near
the door and headed to the living room.  Cassie flipped on the Switch and
fired up New Super Mario before taking up a spot on the couch next to
Violet.  After playing for a good while Violet brought up the idea of
dinner.

   "So what do you want?" Cassie asked.  "We could cook something here, I
could order a pizza, whatever."

   "I'm kind of in the mood for something fancy," Violet offered.

   "Fancy how?"

   "Well, you're loaded, right?" Violet observed.  "Would you be cool with
going to a nice place for a sit down dinner?"

   "We could do that if you wanna," Cassie agreed, "but not like this," she
made a sweeping gesture indicating their clothing."

   "We share clothes all the time," Violet said.  "Assuming you've got
something for both of us that should work."

   "Kay," Cassie hopped off the couch and headed to her room, Violet not
far behind.  For the next several minutes the girls went through Cassie's
closet looking for the more elegant of clothes she owned.  At last Cassie
found something and pulled it out.  It was a black dress with a floral
print.  It wasn't too fancy, but would definitely get the job done.  A
moment later Violet discovered a black dress of her own.  Hers was
unpatterned and aside from a belt with a shiny buckle had nothing to add or
detract from its simple elegance.

   "I'll go try this on," Violet told Cassie as she headed to the guest
bedroom the hall.  Once Violet left Cassie removed her school clothes and
pulled on the dress she'd selected.  It fit well and looked nice enough
that they'd not be turned away on account of attire, no matter where they
went.  A moment later Violet returned, also looking the part.

   "What do you think?" Violet asked.

   "Lookin' good," Cassie answered.  "How 'bout me?  Think this'll pass the
test?"

   "Sure will," Violet answered simply.

   With their clothing settled the pair then discussed where they should
eat, finally settling on Elan Bistro.  Cassie placed a call and a cab was
dispatched to take them there.  About twenty minutes later they arrived at
the restaurant and went in after Cassie paid for the ride.  Just past the
entryway they came upon the maitre d at his stand.  The pair waited for a
few moments before he finally greeted them.  "Will your parents be joining
you soon?" the maitre d' asked in a simultaneously professional and
condescending manner.  However he managed that was a mystery to the girls.

   "The two of us shall be dining alone," Cassie informed him, confidently
taking charge.

   "Are you sure you've chosen the correct restaurant?" the maitre d'
asked, his displeasure at having to deal with the minors evident.

   "Well, my friend Violet here said she was in the mood for a fancy
dinner," Cassie countered.  "Your restaurant serves those, right?"

   "Well, of course we do," the maitre d' volleyed back, his patience
wearing thin, "but fancy dinners end with fancy bills and few children are
able to cover those."

   "Few?  So some are?" Cassie inquired with a broad smile, obviously
satisfied with her antics as she pulled from her purse a stack of bills
sufficient to cover the pair's meal, as well as those of ten of their
closest friends, at least.

   "I beg your pardon, ladies, right this way, please," the maitre d'
answered, genuinely embarrassed with himself at the tone with which he'd
opened.  "Will you be requiring any special accommodations?" he continued,
doing his best to smooth over his less than stellar greeting.

   "Now that you mention it," Cassie mused, "as private a table as you have
available would be most appreciated."

   "Very good, miss."

   The maitre d' led them to a table in an out of the way corner of the
restaurant, informed them that a waiter would be with them shortly and
returned to his stand, leaving them alone for the moment.

   "Are adults always like that?" Cassie asked her friend, hoping she
wasn't so rude back when she was one.

   "Some are, some aren't," Violet answered.  "But look at this joint, will
ya?  They're probably pretty picky." At Violet's insistence Cassie looked
around and the place was pretty swank.  She also spotted their waiter
approaching.

   "Good evening, ladies," the waiter greeted as he retrieved each girl's
glass and filled it with ice water.  "My name is Jacob and I'll be your
waiter tonight.  May I start you off with something to drink?"

   "I'm happy with water for now," Cassie said.

   "Same," Violet chimed in.

   "Very well, have you had a chance to peruse our appetizers menu or shall
I give you a moment?"

   "How is the goat cheese bruschetta?" Violet asked, having just finished
said appetizer menu.

   "Ahh yes, a very popular choice," Jacob informed her, "I can't recall
anyone not enjoying it."

   "Sounds good to me then," Violet decided.  "How about you, Cass?"

   "Wanna share?"

   Violet nodded.

   "We'll start with just that, then," Cassie told Jacob.

   "Good, good," Jacob said as he marked the appetizer down on his waiter's
pad.  "I'll have that out as soon as I can." After a bow he left the pair
to themselves.

   Thinking they should maybe order soon the girls picked up their menus
are perused them.  A moment later Cassie closed hers briskly and laid it on
the table before her.

   "Already?" Violet asked.

   "EZ PZ"

   "Come to think of it, me too," Violet said before laying her menu down
as well.

   Seemingly in an instant Jacob was back at their table.  "Are you ladies
ready to order?"

   After a quick conversation in glances Cassie spoke first.  "Yes we are.
I'd like the eight ounce flank steak, medium, baked potato and dinner
bread, please."

   "And what dressing would you like with your salad?"

   "You can keep the salad," Cassie replied.  "I'm here for dinner."

   "Very well," Jacob said with a slight chuckle.  "And for you, miss?"

   I'll have the fillet of sole, garlic mashed and the vegetable medley. 
You can keep my salad, too," Violet then handed Jacob her menu.  Taking the
cue Cassie followed suit.  Again Jacob bowed slightly before leaving to
place the order.

   "So Cass," Violet started as soon as they were alone again, "what do ya
think we should do this weekend?"

   "Well, there won't be much tonight left after dinner.  Maybe watch a
movie before bed?"

   "Yeah, but what about tomorrow?" Violet asked.

   "I think you know what I wanna do, but it's 'gross', right?" Cassie
laughed.

   "About that..." Violet began.

   "Yeah?" Cassie perked up.

   "I mean...  how does it feel?"

   "How does what feel, specifically?" Cassie had an idea where Violet was
going, of course, but she wanted to hear her friend say it.

   "O....  orgasms," Violet hissed as she blushed a deep crimson.

   "Ohh, that," Cassie replied, clearly amused at her friend's reaction
from merely saying the word.  "They're the best.  Ummm, best way I can
think to explain it is both you brain and your naughty bits just explode
with pleasure."

   "That sounds...  nice," was all Violet could manage in reply.

   "It is," Cassie insisted.  "And I'll tell you there's no contest.  Girl
orgasms beat boy orgasms hands down."

   "I suppose you'd know that," Violet mused.

   "I guess I am pretty lucky in that regard," Cassie stated.  "So, why the
interest all of a sudden?"

   "Ummmm....."

   "Come on, Vi," Cassie encouraged.

   "I'd um, I'd kinda like to have one," Violet whispered.

   "Well, have you ever tried?" Cassie inquired.

   "Yesterday I did.  When I got home from the park," Violet answered
honestly.

   "And?"

   "I got a warm fuzzy feeling for a while, but that was all."

   "I could show you how if you want," Cassie offered.

   Suddenly the girls' conversation was interrupted as Jacob approached
with their bruschetta.  "Here's you're appetizer, I hope you enjoy it," he
said, placing it before them as well as a small plate for each girl.  "Can
I refresh your water?"

   "Please," Cassie answered.  Violet simply nodded.

   A moment later Jacob returned with a carafe and topped them off before
leaving the pair to their food.  Each girl grabbed a slice and munched
away. Clearly famished the girls gobbled the rest down, commenting to each
other about how good it was while making the occasional satisfied
utterance. It was impressive how quickly the fifth graders finished the
appetizer off.  Remembering suddenly that this was an upscale joint they
demurely dabbed their mouths with their napkins before setting them down
again.

   "So where were we?" Cassie inquired.

   "Well," Violet began, "You offered to um...  help me with my problem...
I guess."

   "I did!" Cassie exclaimed, knowing damn well where the conversation left
off.  "I can't do much right now, of course, but when we get back home,
yeah?"

   "If, if you wanna," Violet answered, seeming less sure of herself.

   "Hey girl, it's entirely up to you," Cassie insisted.  "This is current
year.  Your body your choice."

   "Yeah, you're right," Violet smiled warmly at her friend.  "But I do
want to," she continued in a quieter tone.

   "Then we will," Cassie promised.  "But for now it looks like it's chow
time again." She gestured towards their waiter approaching with their
meals.

   "Oh boy," Violet cheered just as Jacob placed their entrees in front of
them.

   "Will you need anything else before I leave you to your meals?" Another
silent conversation happened before Violet assured him they were all set.
Having wolfed down their appetizer the girls took their time with their
meals and really savored every bite.  For the most part they ate in silence
with only sparse conversation.  They were half finished or so when Jacob
came by to see how they were liking it and to refresh their glasses.  He
was a good waiter so he could tell the girls preferred to be alone, so he
did just that, leaving as quickly as he came.

   Jacob returned a few moments after the girls finished their meals, quite
shocked that both girls cleaned their plates.  "Was everything to your
liking?" he inquired already assuming it was.

   "Very much," Violet gushed.

   "You grill a fine steak," Cassie added.

   "I'm pleased to hear that," Jacob said.  "Will you be having dessert or
the check?"

   "We are stuffed, Jacob," Cassie replied with a sigh.  "Check please."

   "Splendid," Jacob began, "but if I may be so bold, I'm going to assume
the two of you didn't drive here.  Shall we call you a taxi?" He placed the
check holder on the table after making the offer.

   "That would be very helpful, thank you," Cassie answered.

   "I shall let you know when it arrives."

   "What's the damage?" Cassie asked no one in particular before looking at
the bill.  After a peek inside she noted it was just shy of $75.  She
grabbed far too many bills from her purse and just stuffed them in the
fold, partly because she felt Jacob had done a fantastic job, but also
because leaving an excessive tip always made her feel like a king back when
she was an adult.

   In just a few minutes Jacob returned.  As luck would have it the nearest
taxi company was around the corner and picked up fares here often. 
"Ladies, your taxi has arrived."

   "Excellent," Cassie said.  "And this is for you." She handed over the
check holder then the pair stood to leave.

   "Whoa whoa whoa," Jacob called after the pair, causing them to face him.
"Do you have any idea how much money you left?"

   "Roughly," Cassie said with a chuckle.  "It's all you, my good man. 
Fantastic work tonight."

   Jacob gave a short bow and the girls departed.  The ride was a short
one, meaning the girls were back in Cassie's living room in just a few
minutes.

   "So now what?" Violet inquired, looking a little antsy.

   "I think I know what you're thinking," Cassie responded, "but I am
stuffed and I think you are, too.  Let's take a bit to digest, trust me."

   "You're the expert," Violet agreed.

   The pair took up their spots on the couch then Cassie grabbed the remote
and turned on the TV.

   "Anything in particular you wanna watch?" Cassie inquired?  Violet shook
her head so Cassie started scrolling through menus looking for something
good.  "Ohh man, I loved this show when I was a kid," Cassie said as the
cursor stopped on Married...  With Children.

   "What is it?" Violet asked.

   "Funny as hell," Cassie replied as she hit start.

   Two episodes and a lot of laughter later Cassie looked over at her
friend.  "I'm feeling much less stuffed, you?"

   "Same.  So, uhh...  now what?" Violet asked.

   "I bet you're a little hesitant," Cassie said, "so I can show you what I
do then we can go from there."

   "Alright."

   Cassie stood and grabbed her dress by the hem.  In one quick motion it
was over her head and across the room.  Violet stifled a laugh at her
friend's stripper-like antics.  She suddenly got more serious when Cassie's
fingers hooked the waist of her polka dotted panties and dragged them down
her slim legs, dropping them to the floor.  She stepped out of them and sat
facing Violet, her back resting on the arm of the couch.  Completely
unashamed of her body she let her left leg slip off the couch then threw
the heel of her right foot over its backrest, completely exposing herself
to her friend.

   "Oh my," Violet gasped, her face turning red.

   "Do you need a moment or may I begin?" Cassie asked.

   "Sorry," Violet answered.  "Yeah, I'm good now."

   "Alrighty then," Cassie started.  "This is my pussy," she gently stroked
herself as she continued her explanation.  "Some people call it a cunt or
sometimes a fuck hole.  Us pedos are fond of the term cunny.  It's a pretty
complicated box, but here's the breakdown." She spread her pussy open to
allow Violet a clear view.

   Violet pulled her legs up under herself and scooted towards Cassie, more
specifically she scooted closer to her pussy.

   "Good, good," Cassie said.  "it's pretty small so get a good view. 
These are my outer lips," she said as she rubbed herself, "but if you look
inside you can see my inner lips." At this point Cassie slipped a finger in
slightly and slowly traced the edge of her inner lips several times.  She
let out a slight moan before continuing her demonstration by grabbing her
outer lips with both hands and pulling herself open wide.  "If you look
towards the bottom you can see my hymen.  It's the thin membrane
surrounding my vaginal opening.

   "I see it!" Violet said excitedly.

   "That's what breaks when a girl loses her virginity," Cassie explained.

   "Sound painful," Violet said.

   "I wouldn't know...  yet," Cassie giggled.

   "Come on!"

   "Ok, ok," Cassie continued her lesson, "now if you look up toward the
top you can see my pee hole."

   "Eew, gross."

   "Yeah, kinda," Cassie agreed, "but I think it's kinda important
information.  Anyway, here's one of the most important parts," Cassie
pulled her left hand away, letting herself close up then moved her right
hand to the top of her folds.  With her index and middle fingers on either
side Cassie pulled her clitoral hood up exposing the tiny jewel within. 
"Do you see that little nub in there?" Cassie asked.

   "Yeah, I do."

   "That little bastard is the pleasure button and might become your best
friend for the next several years." For emphasis Cassie rubbed it a few
times and cooed quietly before pulling her hand away.  "It's actually
called the clitoris and for most women it's the key to getting off.  There
are some poor souls who can't take any clitoral stimulation, but this is
really neither here nor there."

   "Hmm?"

   "I was supposed to teach you how to get off and got a little sidetracked
with anatomy," Cassie answered.  "Anyhow, warming yourself up by playing
with the lips before bringing the big guns is the way to it." She let go of
the hood and began caressing the lower parts of her cunny.  Violet watched
with rapt attention as Cassie's fingers began to move faster and her folds
became distinctly moist.  "Now this," Cassie said with a gasp, "is how you
can tell it's working.  That juice shoes I'm getting turned on." She
groaned then slowed her hand slightly, allowing herself to catch her
breath. "At this point I might want to rub my clit till I blast or..." she
let the sentence hang as she brought her hand lower.  "...I could give
myself a good fingering." She slid her middle finger into herself as she
said it, taking care not to damage her delicate maidenhead.

   "Oh my god!" Violet exclaimed as her friend penetrated herself.

   Cassie let out a long deep moan.

   "Do you want to try?" Cassie sighed before picking up the pace and
emitting even more obscene sounds.

   "You do seem to be enjoying yourself," Violet answered as she stood. 
She pulled her dress off and tugged on her little blue panties till the
fell down her legs, kicking them off of her left foot.  Cassie watched her
intently the whole time.  Violet was, after all, the only preteen besides
herself Cassie had ever seen naked since discovering she was a pedophile,
so she was very interested in the sight.

   "So like this?" Violet asked as she sat across from Cassie on the couch
and spread her own legs then started rubbing her pussy gently.  Cassie was
only able to nod in assent, her breath short since bringing her other hand
in to rub her clit as she continued fingering herself.  Violet then reached
between her outer lips and began rubbing her inner folds just as she'd seen
Cassie do earlier.  After a few moments she began sighing as a warm feeling
spread throughout her body.

   "Holy fuck!" Cassie cried as her orgasm wracked her body.  She pulled
her hand from her over stimulated clit, but continued fingering herself as
waves of pleasure continued crashing over her.  Violet watched with
fascination as her friend's body shook as a constant moan escaped her. 
Violet was downright shocked at how long her friend's orgasm lasted.  When
it was over She expected Cassie to say something explaining all that, but
it wasn't immediately forthcoming.  Cassie just lay there, her chest rising
and falling as she took deep breaths.

   "You alright?" Violet asked after what seemed like forever.  Cassie
waved dismissively, allaying Violet's fears.

   A minute later Cassie found her voice.  "Sorry, that was a real good
one," Cassie informed her friend as if it wasn't obvious.  "Seeing you
kinda really turned me on." It was Cassie's turn to blush.

   "I guess so," Violet replied.  "But...  umm...  I was doing what you
were doing earlier and it felt nice," she began rubbing herself once again.
"It's a little wet now," she let out a sigh, "what should I do now?"

   "Keep going," Cassie coached.  "Be gentle, but see if anyplace inside
feels especially nice." Taking her friend's advice Violet began carefully
probing herself, letting out the occasional moan as she did so.

   As violet tested the waters on herself Cassie reached down and picked up
her panties off the floor.  She used them as a rag to wipe herself clean.
Luckily, while this orgasm felt real nice it wasn't particularly wet, so
Cassie was able to clean herself fully with just the tiny pair of panties.
Task finished she tossed them back on the floor and turned her attention
back to Violet.

   "It feels real nice," Violet stated, "but nothing is blowing my mind."

   "OK then, give your clitty a try then," Cassie instructed.

   Violet brought her hand up and began digging around.  At first she was
unsuccessful till Cassie directed her how to find it.  "Ooooooo," she cooed
as her fingertip found its mark and gently caressed it.  "Mmm, mm, that
feels fucking good."

   "Keep it up and see if you can get yourself off," Cassie encouraged her
friend.

   For the next several minutes Violet rubbed herself.  At first she only
made the occasional noise, but soon she was panting and letting out the odd
moan or sigh.  She kept at it for a good while, but made little headway
beyond that.  After a while her hand became sore and she threw in the
towel.

   "I just can't do it," Violet huffed.

   "It can take some practice at first," Cassie soothed.  "If it's OK with
you I can give you a hand, though."

   "Ummmmm....."

   "Or we can call it quits," Cassie said.  "Entirely up to you."

   "Well, I did say I wanna have one," Violet said.  "I guess that'll be
OK."

   "Only if you're sure,"

   Violet nodded, "I'm sure."

   "Alright," Cassie said as she got up and shuffled her way to Violet's
end of the couch.  Between her legs now Cassie reached out and stroked
Violet's cunny for the first time.  Slipping her middle finger between
Violet's folds she began exploring her best friend's little pussy.  "You
must've been close," Cassie observed, "you're wet as hell."

   "Y- yeah..." Violet agreed as she let out a sigh.

   Cassie turned her hand as she rubbed Violet's tender inner lips.  After
tracing them a few times she brought her thumb down on the top of Violet's
slit.  With a little wiggling Violet squealed, letting Cassie know she
found her mark.  She rubbed Violet's clit, gently at first as her middle
finger continued caressing her inner lips.

   "Ohh wow, yes," Violet moaned.

   Smiling to herself as her friend approached her peak Cassie slid her
finger deeper into Violet's warm cunny.  As she began rubbing her slick
interior Violet's moans took on an all new tone.  Wanting to bring her
friend over the edge before she had any idea what happened Cassie pressed
harder on Violet's clitoris, practically pinching her fingers closed upon
her most sensitive flesh.  Violet gasped loudly and bucked hard.  Cassie
brought her other hand down onto Violet's tummy and held her down, gently
but firmly as she continued the double assault on her clit and what she was
fairly sure was Violet's G spot.

   "Ohh fuck oh fuck oh FU-U-U-UCK!" Violet groaned as the first orgasm of
her life overtook her.  Cassie eased her pressure, but never stopped,
feeling her best friend's tight cunny squeeze her middle finger
rhythmically as her climax continued washing over her.  Once Violet finally
ceased shaking Cassie pulled her finger free then slipped it right into her
mouth.  As Violet lay in post orgasmic bliss Cassie considered her flavor.
It was very nice, better than her own, perhaps.  She pulled her finger from
her mouth before Violet opened her eyes, just in case.

   "How do you like orgasms?" Cassie asked as Violet finally returned to
reality.

   "You were right," Violet breathed, "they are the best!"

   "Told you," Cassie said smugly.  "So, uhhh, you're a mess, by the way."

   "I am," Violet agreed, slightly embarrassed, as she looked down at
herself.  Her entire crotch was covered in her secretions as well as most
of the couch cushion on which she lay.

   "Would you mind if I cleaned you up?" Cassie asked.

   "Sure, that'd be-" Violet fell silent a moment as Cassie brought her
face down near her pussy.  "W- what are you doing, Cass?"

   Cassie looked up.  "Oh, um...  I thought you knew what I meant." She
looked her friend in the eyes, hope evident in her own.  "Violet, would you
mind if I cleaned you up with my mouth?"

   "Well..." Violet stalled.  "You did make me feel REAL nice.  If you
really wanna, yeah, you can, even though it's super weird.

   "Thanks!" Cassie chirped excitedly.  In an instant she was on Violet's
cunny, licking every bit of her friend's cream she could find.  As Cassie
continued licking Violet clean her cute little rear end, high in the air
now wiggled to and fro in response to the movements she made in search of
more of Violet's delicious little girl sauce.

   "Alright, this isn't so bad," Violet sighed as Cassie neared completion
of her task.

   Only the last remnants of Violet's mess remained.  Cassie seriously
wondered whether she should get them all, but decided to hell with it.  She
put both her hands on the cheeks of Violet's compact ass and pushed them
apart slightly, for the last bit of mess had settled on Violet's wrinkled
little pucker.  Cassie got as close as she could before snaking her tongue
out and licking her best friend's anus.

   "Hey, whoa!" came Violet's somewhat expected objection.

   "I'm just getting it all," Cassie said defensively as she looked up at
her.

   "Sure you are!"

   "Hey, it got everywhere," Cassie remarked truthfully.  "May I finish
up?"

   Violet heaved a loud sigh.  "If you must, but don't take too long down
there."

   "Thanks!" Cassie went back to task, cleaning Violet's anus of every last
drop of her fluid.  She definitely took more time than necessary to do so,
but she still managed to pull herself away from Violet's rosebud before she
complained.

   "You're weird, you know that?" Violet said.

   "And you're delicious," Cassie giggled.  "You know that?"

   "I'll take your word for it," Violet insisted.  "Also, I kinda get it
now."

   "Huh?  Get what?" Cassie asked.

   "Why you liked butt stuff," Violet confessed.  "At first it was really
strange, but once I relaxed it felt kinda nice, you licking there."

   "Ohh, do I have a convert?" Cassie laughed.

   "I dunno yet," Violet answered.  "But I get it.  Anyway, we should
probably get cleaned up for real now though, huh?"

   "Probably," Cassie agreed.  "The guest bedroom has its own shower.  I'd
invite you to join me in mine, but I doubt we'd get much cleaning done if
you did." Both girls had a good laugh at that.

   "See ya in a bit."

   The pair got up off the couch and went their separate ways.  Cassie was
the first to finish her shower.  After drying off she selected a white
butterfly patterned nightie from her collection and pulled it on, again
choosing to go without panties.  She left her room with a second nightie in
one hand and headed towards the guest bedroom.  Still hearing the shower
running she knew she wouldn't catch Violet at an embarrassing moment so she
entered the bedroom and neared its bathroom.

   "Hey Vi," she called towards the door.

   "Yeah?"

   "You wanna borrow a nightie or are you gonna sleep in your clothes?"
Cassie asked.

   "Hadn't thought about it," Violet replied, "but yeah, some PJs would be
nice, thanks.

   "K, there's a nightie on the bed," Cassie informed her.  "I'll be
watching TV."

   "Thanks, Cass."

   After not too long Violet emerged from the guest bedroom wearing the red
nightie Cassie left her.  The room was mostly dark now, the television
being the only source of light.

   "Did you see where my panties went?" Violet asked, not seeing them
anywhere the TV's glow illuminated.

   "I think they went that way," Cassie replied indicating the general
direction of the master bedroom, "but why bother?  It's so much nicer
sleeping without 'em."

   "Huh," Violet said, "I never considered that."

   "You should," Cassie suggested as she scooched over to the end of the
couch.  "Have a seat if you want, but careful, that end is still a little
wet." She waved at the spot where Violet came earlier.  There was a towel
over it now.  Apparently Cassie made an attempt at cleaning up.  Violet sat
down next to Cassie, joining her in watching some other old sitcom. 
Feeling a bit sleepy Violet leaned on her friend.  "Mmm hmm," Cassie
mumbled, feeling tired herself.  A little while later both girls were
sleeping peacefully together on the couch.

   Hours later Violet stirred at her bladder's insistence.  Her eyes
fluttered open and she looked around sleepily.  An instant later she was
alert, the need for relief her only thought.  She got off the couch, trying
not to wake Cassie who was snoring lightly.  Violet thought it was cute,
but she didn't have the ability to appreciate the scene.  As soon as she
was up she made a bee line to the guest bathroom.  She lifted her nightie a
ways and tried removing the panties that weren't there before giggling at
her foolishness and taking a seat.  The gentle tinkle of her pee hitting
the water below filled the room.  After a few moments her stream subsided
and she gently patted herself dry with a bit of toilet paper.  From the
other room she heard the TV come to life.  Guess she wasn't successful in
leaving Cassie undisturbed.  At least she'd have company, she thought as
she headed back towards the living room.

   "Morning," Cassie called groggily, "sleep well?"

   "Yeah, you?"

   "Mmm hmm," Cassie answered.  "Gonna grab breakfast.  Want?"

   "Kay," Violet replied.  "What are we having?"

   "Well, I'm having Cinnamon Toast Crunch," Cassie responded.  "You can
have what you want."

   "Nice."

   The pair headed to the kitchen together then performed a wordless ballet
of sorts as they danced around each other grabbing bowls, spoons, cereal
boxes and milk.  They met at the table and poured their bowls full.  Honey
Combs had been Violet's choice.  Cassie finished dispensing her cereal
first so she had dibs on the jug of milk.  After topping it off she handed
the milk off to Violet who nodded in thanks.  In a moment both girls were
crunching away at their breakfast.  Cassie was the first to finish hers,
bringing the bowl to her mouth to slurp down the milk once every last toast
crunch was gone.

   "Ahhhhh," she said satisfied.

   Violet gave her a funny look before finishing off the last of her Honey
Combs.  Then it was her turn to slurp down the milk.  "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Violet countered, as if it were a contest, then she burst out laughing.

   "OK, OK, you win breakfast," Cassie ceded.

   Violet choked on a laugh.  "So hey," she started when she found her
voice again.  "Thanks for last night.  That felt amazing.  Just gotta learn
how to do it on my own."

   "Oh please," Cassie responded.  "You're welcome, but I'm the one who
should be thanking you.  Giving you that orgasm was at least as much a gift
to myself.  And being so chill when I licked you clean...  down there and
all...  double thanks."

   Violet giggled.  "You're still a weirdo, ya know."

   "And you're still delicious."

   The pair erupted into laughter.

   "What to do with our Saturday?" Cassie asked when her laughter finally
subsided.

   "Well, what do you wanna do?"

   "Same thing I wanted to do yesterday,"

   "Really?" Violet asked.  "Even after last night?

   "Definitely," Cassie responded.  "But I'm not gonna go out searching for
a stiff dick and leave you alone.  That'd be super rude."

   Yeah, it would be," Violet agreed, "but what if you didn't have to?"

   "Huh?"

   "Maybe I'm the weirdo here," Violet started, "but thinking about you
doing stuff with some random dude...  I think I'm starting to like the
idea."

   "Yeah, that's a little weird," Cassie agreed.

   "OK, well don't get mad or anything if this sound weirder...  but I
kinda wanna watch."

   Cassie's chin just about hit the floor.  "You're serious?"

   Violet just nodded, the familiar blush coloring her face lightly.

   "Well, I'm game, but how?"

   "I think I have that covered," Violet responded.

   "Do tell."

   "This way," Violet instructed, leading Cassie to the guest bedroom.  She
grabbed yesterday's clothes and fished a shiny object from one pocket. 
"This'll get us what we need," Violet promised before explaining her plan
more fully.

   "Sounds good," Cassie agreed, "but it'll be a while till the mall fills
up, Switch or TV?"

   "Switch," Violet suggested.

   The girls zipped back out to the living room and fired it up.  They
loaded up Mario Kart and had an epic time as they burned a couple of hours.
They were pretty evenly matched but when all was said and done Violet won
their little series by a couple of races.  She spent more than a little bit
of time gloating about that fact.

   "Alright, champ, enough with that," Cassie scolded.  "You good with
yesterday's clothes or you wanna borrow something of mine?"

   "Something clean would be nice," Violet responded.

   "Alright, grab what you want," Cassie said, "I need to use the little
girl's room.

   "Alright."

   The pair walked into Cassie's bedroom then split, Cassie heading for the
bathroom and Violet stopping at the bureau.  She quickly picked out a pair
of pink shorts and a blue tee then headed for the guest bedroom.  As she
passed through Cassie's door she spotted her panties in a bunch on the
floor.  She picked them up and entered the guest room.  She quickly
disrobed, untwisted her panties and pulled them on then donned the shorts
and shirt.  Just as she headed back into the master bedroom Cassie emerged
from the bath.

   "So what do ya should I wear?" Cassie asked.

   "I dunno," Violet answered.  "Lets check out what's in your closet.  I'm
sure we can find what you're after."

   "Alright," Cassie responded, before she flung the door open wide and the
two girls dug in.  Cassie was seeing nothing that interested her, tossing
aside tops and bottoms alike.

   "Holy shit."

   "What?" Cassie asked, obviously curious what her friend had discovered.

   "Do you remember this?" Violet inquired as she held up a small white
pleated skirt with blue accents.

   "Sh- should I?  It's not really ringing a bell."

   "Halloween two years ago you went as a murdered cheerleader."

   "Bitchin'!" Cassie giggled.

   "Oh it totally was," Violet agreed with a laugh of her own.  "Every time
someone asked what you were you'd say 'I WAS head cheerleader till my
boyfriend killed me.'"

   "That is hilarious," Cassie laughed.  "Lemme see that skirt, eh?"

   "You're kidding, right?" Violet asked handing the skirt to Cassie
anyway. "You'll never fit.

   "You may be right," Cassie agreed, "but if I do...  well lets just say
I'll be turning just the heads I want to.  "It's nice and stretchy," she
said as she tested the skirt before tossing it on the bed.

   "Assuming for the moment the skirt fits," Violet began, "what about your
top?"

   "Try to find me something small and maybe a little see-through," Cassie
answered as she made her way to her dresser.  "I'm gonna find something to
wear under all this." Cassie dug into the top drawer and began rifling
around.

   "How about this," Violet called a moment later.  Cassie turned to see
Violet holding a rather small and very flimsy white button up blouse.

   "On the bed," Cassie said motioning before she returned to the dresser
drawer.  A moment later she came up with a matched set, not realizing till
she had it clear of the rest of the contents of the drawer that it was a
bikini.  The bottoms were light blue, nearly the same as the skirt's accent
color and reasonably cut.  Its match was a halter top which tied around the
back.  Rather than having cups it was styled much like a training bra,
indicating that it was still definitely a child's bikini.  "What do you
think?" Cassie asked her friend as she spun around, displaying the
swimsuit.

   Violet couldn't hold back a large grin.  "I think it's good that it'll
cover your ass because if you can squeeze yourself into that skirt it sure
won't." The two girls burst out laughing at that observation.

   Once their laughter subsided Cassie grabbed the hem of her nightie.

   "D'you want some privacy?" Violet inquired.

   "Do what you want," Cassie answered.  Violet shrugged, sat on the bed
and watched her friend disrobe.  In a moment the slim fifth grader was nude
before Violet.  "The bottoms, please?"

   "Here ya go," Violet tossed her friend the small piece of blue fabric
and in a moment Cassie had worked it up her legs.  She let the elastic snap
in place as she let go with both hands.  Then she wordlessly raised her
right hand and Violet flung her the top of the bikini.

   Cassie pulled the top over her neck, but then was at a loss.  "The
hell?" she asked, clearly puzzled over how she was supposed to tie the
damned thing.

   "Here," Violet said, coming up behind her friend and tying the bikini
top in place.  "You're supposed to tie that in front first then move it
around and pull the rest on."

   "Forgive me," Cassie quipped, "I've only been a girl a couple days."

   "You make a real good one," Violet laughed as she handed Cassie the top.
Even though it was somewhat tight Cassie was able to button the blouse
fully, but chose to leave the top couple unbuttoned.  To her delight the
blue of the bikini was plainly visible through the blouse and on top of
that the bikini's halter accented her neck nicely.

   "Moment of truth," Violet called as she tossed the skirt Cassie's way.

   Cassie stepped into the tiny little pleated skirt and pulled it up her
legs.  Towards the top of her thighs it got rather tight, unsurprising lf
she'd last worn it in third grade as Violet's story suggested.  Cassie
wiggled and wormed and slowly but surely the skirt worked its way over her
preteen assets.  A moment later the waist was where it belonged, but at
perhaps an inch or two below the curve of her ass the hem sure wasn't.

   "What do you think?" Cassie asked as she spun around for Violet, the
skirt flying away from her hips as she did.

   "I think your ass is going to get a lot of attention," Violet giggled.
"You're definitely gonna make some perverts happy.

   "Perfect," Cassie assessed as she stepped into a pair of sandals.

   "You should call a cab," Violet suggested.  "I don't think your look is
quite bus appropriate."

   "Good call," Cassie agreed before grabbing her phone and making the
call. "It'll be here in ten minutes," she informed Violet before she
stuffed her phone into her little purse along with more than enough money
for the day's adventures.

   "You'll need this," Violet said, pressing a key into Cassie's hand.

   "And it's gonna work?" Cassie asked.

   "It did last week," Violet assured her.

   After they went over the store plan a few times to make sure it would go
without a hitch the cab arrived and the two friends headed out to the
waiting car, both girls piling into the back seat.

   "To the mall, yeah?" the cabbie, a cheerful middle aged fellow, asked as
soon as the girls were situated.  A polite and charming man, he turned back
to greet his fares face to face and having seen it all by now didn't bat an
eye when presented with Cassie's choice in fashion.

   "Yup," Cassie answered.

   "Aye aye," the man said as he turned forward before putting the car in
drive and taking off.

   "Did you see that?" Violet whispered into Cassie's ear excitedly.

   "See what?" Cassie whispered back, clearly in the dark.

   "The driver moved his mirror.  I think he's looking at you."

   "This gets better and better."

   After verifying that the cabbie did indeed aim his mirror her way Cassie
decided to have a little fun.  After letting out an exaggerated yawn she
stretched just as dramatically.  After reaching maximum stretch Cassie sort
of flopped herself back down on the seat, her thighs now significantly
farther apart than they were before.  Continuing to feign tiredness she
leaned her head on Violet's shoulder, eyes closed.

   "Is he looking?" Cassie hissed.

   Violet let out an affirmative hum.

   So that's how the car ride went, Cassie faking a nap while leaving
herself splayed for the driver's viewing pleasure.  A few miles later the
cab pulled into the parking lot of the town's shopping mall.

   "We're here, Cass," Violet exclaimed excitedly as she rolled her
shoulder in order to wake her friend.  Playing her part perfectly Cassie
rubbed her eyes and let out a sighing yawn before pulling herself more
upright, closing her legs in the process.  A moment later the cab pulled to
a stop in front of the main entrance and the two girls exited the back of
the cab.

   "That'll be $13.50, please, young lady," the cabby informed Cassie as
she reached into her purse.

   "Here you go, mister," Cassie smiled at the older gentleman handing him
a $20.  "You can keep the change, but I dunno why I'm even tipping you
after the show I gave you."

   "Th- thank you, miss," the cabbie stuttered, his face turning an
impressive shade of red.  "Bu- but I dunno wh-"

   "Of course not, mister, have a nice day," Cassie giggled as she turned
away from the cab, giving her skirt a good spin so he could see her tight
little rear end, too.  She then joined Violet, who was already walking
towards the glass doors of the mall.

   "Did you enjoy the ride?" Violet inquired as the pair entered the
building.

   "Not half as much as he did," Cassie answered.  "You shoulda seen his
face when I called him out."

   "You didn't!" Violet snorted.

   "Did." Cassie chirped.  "So, whataya wanna do in here?  Besides the
obvious, I mean." Violet's answer was a shrug.  "So, just window shopping
or shopping for real?" Cassie asked.  I can buy you whatever, ya know."

   "Is it wrong that I just wanna get down to business?"

   "Not at all, Vi." Cassie assured her friend.  "Are you really that
excited?"

   "Kinda, yeah."

   "Alright, best idea I got is we split up slightly," Cassie laid out her
plan to Violet.  "You lead and act as spotter."

   "OK, and you?"

   "I'm gonna ride the escalator a few times," Cassie grinned.  "You should
be able to see anyone giving me eyes from the upper floor."

   "That's...  brilliant," Violet gushed at her friend's idea.

   "Need I remind you I was one of my marks just a few days ago?" Cassie
asked.  "I know how they think."

   Violet nodded.

   "Kay, that way," Cassie motioned toward the left.  "The escalator isn't
far.  I'll meet up with you in a moment.  Cassie allowed Violet to put a
good chunk of space between the two of them before she picked up her pace.
A moment later she was at the base of the escalator.  She glanced up to
verify Violet was in place before stepping aboard, placing her legs in such
a way as to allow anyone who chose to look a truly magnificent upskirt
view. In another moment Cassie was at the top at which point she gave a
little spin, allowing her cheerleader skirt to fly out slightly before she
stepped off the escalator and joined Violet at her lookout point.

   "Anything?" Cassie inquired.

   "Yeah, but no," Violet answered.  "Just that skeezy looking dude near
the water fountain." Cassie spotted the man and was compelled to agree with
Violet's assessment.

   "It's cool," Cassie said.  undeterred.  "We can just loop around to the
green escalator."

   "I assume I'll be spotting as you lead?"

   "I totally didn't consider it working both ways," Cassie answered,
impressed, "but yeah.  Guess I'll lead."

   That settled the girls split up somewhat and made their way to the green
side escalator.  A few minutes later Cassie was there.  She glanced behind
herself and saw Violet pulling up to the railing just as she neared the
escalator.  She stepped on and this time she positioned herself against the
side of the escalator and allowed the handrail to push her skirt up.  She
did her best to put the most oblivious look possible on her face as she
exposed basically the entire left side of her bikini bottoms to the world.

   Cassie felt the breeze on her ass as her skirt fell back in place when
she stepped off the escalator.  This time she walked towards the center of
the mall slowly, giving Violet time to catch up.  In just a moment her
friend was by her side and from the look on her face Cassie knew the news
was good.

   "He's right behind us," Violet giggled excitedly.  "Don't look now, but
I'm pretty sure he's following us.  Blue shorts, grey shirt." The girls
continued walking nowhere in particular.  Passing a trash can Cassie
reached into her purse and pulled out an old receipt.  She then turned
around and tossed the scrap away.  She easily spotted the man and Violet
was right.  He was following them and he definitely looked like a solid
mark.  Fit, handsome and maybe in his 30s.  Target verified Cassie turned
back around and rejoined Violet.

   "Here." Cassie nudged Violet into a department store.  The girls plotted
a meandering course towards the juniors section and in so doing verified
that the man followed them into the store.  Finally into the clothing
section where he was almost sure not to follow the girls went over the plan
one final time before splitting up.

   Cassie headed towards sporting goods where the two were fairly sure the
man headed when they entered the juniors section.  Violet left the store
and made her way to a fairly secluded part of the mall which only housed
three vacant stores.  She made a bee line for the security entrance
situated between a salon and the shoe store they intended to use.  Pulling
the key from her pocket Violet looked around herself to ensure she was
alone before unlocking the door and slipping in.

   The light in the hallway was dim, but she'd been here many times and
hardly needed it.  A moment later she opened a second door and slipped into
the shoe store.  She had left the light in the back of the store on last
time and it remained on so she was just about positive they'd be left
undisturbed.  Violet set to her duty quickly, opening the closet and
ensuring there was plenty of room for her.  She had to move a few things,
but it only took a moment.  That squared away she grabbed one of the
benches the store's former customers used to try on shoes and set it in
front of the closet, but not obviously so.  Then just to make sure nothing
went awry she moved the few remaining benches away to spots both less
convenient and less well lit.  Satisfied with her work Violet reentered the
closet and waited with the door open.  She'd have plenty of time to pull it
closed before Cassie and her mark could make it this far into the store.

   While Violet prepared the vacant store Cassie casually made her way to
sporting goods to find her admirer.  Turning down the fishing aisle she
spotted him looking over some rods.  Determined to get what she wanted
Cassie quietly approached the man.  She was right behind him when she
finally spoke.

   "Like fishing, huh?"

   The man just about jumped out of his skin he was so surprised.  It took
him a while to compose himself, but when he finally did he began to give
Cassie an answer.

   "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice still not entirely sure of itself. 
"You know it's rude to sneak up on people like that?"

   "Ya Catch much?" Cassie inquired, ignoring his question completely.  "I
bet you can catch whatever you want," she continued enthusiastically before
stepping past the man and bending over slightly to grab a box of lures from
the bottom of the display.

   "You fish too?" the man asked Cassie, obviously surprised.

   "Sure do, mister," Cassie swore.  "I fish all the time.  In fact...  I'm
fishing right now."

   "Are you really?" The man inquired, rather confused.

   "Mmm hmm," Cassie nodded excitedly.  "Hooked one about ten minutes ago
and all I gotta do now is reel him in.  It's real easy when you use the
right bait," Cassie followed that statement by lifting the front of her
skirt and showing the stranger her bikini bottoms.  From this vantage he
had an excellent view of the tight fabric covering her puffy little mound.
Just as quickly as she revealed it Cassie put away her little treasure.

   "What do you intend to do when you catch the fish?" The man asked,
deciding to play Cassie's game.

   "Well that's a silly question, mister," Cassie laughed.  "I'm gonna eat
him.  Gonna put him right in my mouth and swallow."

   That said the man swallowed hard, "R- really?"

   "Yup," Cassie assured the attractive stranger.  "All I gotta do is
finish reeling.  What's your name, by the way?"

   "Nick."

   "OK then, Nick, I'm Cassie.  How about you come with me?" Cassie offered
him her hand.  His heart was pounding a million miles an hour, but he took
Cassie's hand and she lead him out of the store.

   A few minutes later Cassie and Nick were in the same neglected end of
the mall as Violet was earlier.  After ensuring they weren't followed
Cassie pulled the security key from her purse and opened the door.  She
entered the hallway with Nick right behind.

   "Where did you get that?" Nick asked as soon as the door closed behind
them.

   "What?  The key?" Cassie asked.  "My best friend found a security
guard's key chain once, figured out which key opened the doors and copied
it before returning the ring to the mall office."

   "Smart girl," Nick observed.  "That the one you were with earlier?"

   "Yeah.  She had to bail, so I thought I'd have some fun," Cassie
answered.  "This way." Cassie used the key again and the two were in the
vacant shoe store.  She led Nick to the area Violet set up, noting the
closet door was indeed open just a crack.  Cassie pointed to the bench
asked Nick to sit.

   "You had this set up?" Nick asked Cassie, rather surprised at how
prepared she was.

   "Yeah, sorta," Cassie lied.  "I set it up yesterday, but didn't find
anyone."

   "I find that hard to believe," Nick remarked.

   "Came back today with better bait," Cassie replied with a smile.  Nick
chuckled at that.  "One thing though, Nick," Cassie continued.  "Yours'll
be the first cock I ever sucked, so don't expect me to be a dick wizard or
anything, k?"

   "Are you serious?" Nick asked with a laugh.  "With how forward you were
with me in the store I thought this was your hobby or something.  What
gives?"

   "Trust me, Nick, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

   "Try me."

   "A few days ago I was a 36 year old man till a magic glass of scotch
turned me into a little girl."

   "Come on kid,"

   "Scout's honor"

   "So now you're a Girl Scout?"

   "Nope," Cassie laughed, "I used to be a Boy Scout."

   "Even if I DO believe you," Nick said incredulously, "that still doesn't
explain why you want to do this."

   "Oh, that's easy," Cassie responded, "36 year old me was a pedophile
just like you.  When I found myself in this body it seemed only logical
that I should do what I could to make some other pedos as happy as I'd like
to have been made."

   Cassie approached Nick and slowly sank to her knees before him,
effectively ending their conversation.  She reached out with her small
fingers and worked the button of his shorts, then the zipper.  After
pulling Nick's shorts open Cassie was greeted with a sizeable tent in his
briefs.  She reached in and was immediately impressed with what she found.
Pulling it free of his underwear Cassie guessed Nick's member to be at
least seven inches long and moderately thick.  It definitely dwarfed the
one she possessed in her past life.

   "Wow," she gasped as she slowly started stroking it.

   "Is it, are you alright?" Nick asked the elementary schooler kneeling
before him.  "I know it's a bit much so if y-"

   "I'm good," Cassie assured the man with the impressive penis.  "I can't
guarantee anything mister, but I'm gonna do my best."

   Upon making such a promise Cassie leaned forward as she pulled Nick's
cock towards her and placed a kiss square on the head.  She looked up to
gauge Nick's reaction, which was unsurprisingly positive, then she got back
to work by laying a series of wet kisses all over the head then up and down
the shaft.  After the kisses Cassie began licking Nick's cock from balls to
tip and back again.  This treatment elicited a groan from deep within his
throat.

   "So I'm doing OK?" Cassie asked her subject as she pumped her hand over
his saliva slicked shaft with one hand and gave his balls a rub with the
other.

   "It's a great start, baby," Nick reassured her.

   Cassie smiled up at him before returning to task.  With everything nice
and slick now she popped the head of Nick's cock into her mouth as she
stroked and squeezed the shaft.  Once acclimated to the oral intruder
Cassie began to swirl her tongue around the underside of Nick's cockhead
which caused the man to groan louder than before.

   Violet was shocked at what she was watching.  Her best friend was on her
knees in front of a complete stranger, orally pleasuring him.  And if his
reaction was any indication she was doing a pretty good job of it.  Violet
was also shocked at the effect the lewd display was having on her.  She had
one hand clamped over her mouth to ensure she didn't make a sound while her
other hand was buried in her shorts strumming away at her little cunny. 
She remained transfixed as Cassie's head began to bob over the man's large
penis.  After a few moments Cassie pulled her mouth free and took several
gasping breaths, drool running from her mouth as she did.  The man said
something Violet couldn't make out as he reached forward and rubbed her
friend's back.  A moment later Cassie nodded then went right back to work
on the man's large penis.  Violet found herself suddenly very proud of her
friend, but also so much more turned on.  Keeping her left hand tight over
her mouth Violet silently sank down a little, splaying out her knees as she
did.  Once she knew she had the room Violet slipped her middle finger into
her immature pussy and slowly started fingering herself as she continued
watching the obscene act before her.

   Nick was breathing hard now as Cassie fellated him with alacrity.  He
wasn't sure how much more he could take of this kind of attention before
exploding.  After another half minute of Cassie's little mouth sucking and
slurping at the top half of his dick Nick simply had to push the eager
little cocksucker away.

   "What'd I do wrong?" Cassie asked Nick after being pushed off of his
penis.

   "Not a damned thing, sweetheart," Nick said.  "I just want it to last a
little longer so gimme a moment?"

   Cassie nodded.  She was rather surprised at how good a job she was
doing. Of course a few days ago she had a penis of her own, so she knew
what felt good, but still, she'd never actually done this before.

   "Wanna try something for me, Cassie?" Nick asked.

   "Probably," Cassie answered.  "What do you want me to do?"

   "Well, I know you're real small and, well, I'm not, but can you see how
much of it you can get in your mouth?"

   "I can try," Cassie answered with a grin.  "Ready for me to go again?

   Nick nodded.

   Cassie grabbed his cock close to the root and began tongue bathing it
with saliva.  After getting it about as slick as it was going to get she
again lowered her mouth onto Nick's member and set herself to task.  For
the first few moments she wasn't making much headway, only getting the
first few inches in, just as before.  Determined to do better she forced
herself down and suddenly something just clicked.  Cassie did something she
didn't entirely understand with the muscles at the top of her throat and
suddenly a full inch more of Nick's cock was lodged in her gullet.

   "Oh my god," Nick exclaimed as the head of his cock found itself
somewhere new.

   At this point Cassie had frozen where she was, unsure how to progress or
if progress was indeed possible.  The problem sorted itself out as she
quickly ran out of air since the large piece of meat further in her mouth
than before made breathing impossible.  Having reached her limit Cassie
pulled herself off of Nick's member and began gasping for air.

   "Are you alright?" Nick asked, genuinely concerned for the well being of
the girl who not long before this was having fun at his expense in the
store.

   Cassie nodded several times as she caught her breath.  "I'm fucking
great," Cassie assured him once she was able to speak.  "Did you see that?
I dunno how far I got, but it was farther." Cassie was absolutely elated
with her progress.

   "I didn't see it, honey, but I damn sure felt it," Nick laughed.

   "OK, can I try again?" the enthusiastic cocksucker between Nick's legs
asked, even more motivated than before.

   "Like I'm gonna say no to that," came Nick's answer.

   Cassie grabbed Nick's cock and once again drew it into her mouth.  It
still felt sufficiently wet to her so she started forcing herself down on
it.  She bobbed around the halfway mark again for a few moments till her
throat muscles remembered their little trick and she pulled in that extra
inch.  Again Nick groaned when he slipped deeper.  Knowing she was on the
clock now Cassie tried pushing herself further down onto Nick's cock, but
nothing was working so she pulled away.  Not already out of breath this
time Cassie noticed a weird feeling when she pulled off of that last inch.
It was like her throat was spitting Nick's cock out.  Curious she pulled
herself all the way off and took a few breaths before sucking Nick halfway
in again.  Once again Cassie allowed her throat to do what it did and that
next inch forced its way in.  Almost immediately though she pulled off, her
throat again spitting that inch out.  Without giving herself time to think
or breathe she allowed her throat to pull the head of Nick's cock in again.
So determined was she to keep this little exercise up, pulling the head
into her throat, then back out, in then out, in then out, Cassie never
heard Nick's insistence that she pull off.  All of a sudden his penis went
rigid in Cassie's throat just as she was on an in stroke.

   Running on instinct alone Nick grabbed the young fellatrix by the back
of the head and held his cock buried in her throat as he began to
ejaculate. His cock surged once, twice, thrice, pouring his seed straight
into the fifth grader's tummy.  At this point however, Cassie was
completely out of breath and fought to pull away.  Nick's fourth blast
filled her mouth as she successfully pulled off, causing her to gag. 
Cassie fell to her hands and continued coughing, semen and saliva running
from her open mouth.  At this point there was little Nick could do but
paint the top of the girl's head white with his fifth and sixth shots of
jizz.

   His orgasm over at last Nick finally came to his senses and tried to
help the child gagging in front of him.  A moment later though Cassie was
finally able to breathe normally.

   "Are you gonna be alright," Nick asked.

   "Yeah, I think so," Cassie replied, looking up at the man with the
impressive cock, a gob of cum still stuck to her bottom lip.  "You could
have said something, ya know," Cassie scolded.

   "Hey, I tried," Nick said.  "You were in a trance or something there."

   "So, I did well?" Cassie asked with as grin.

   "Yeah you did," Nick beamed.  "We gotta get you washed up though, you're
a sight.  Any paper towels or anything around?"

   "I have a pack of Kleenex in my purse," Cassie answered.

   Nick grabbed her purse and liberated the Kleenex from it.  "Sit down and
let me see what I can do," Nick suggested.  Cassie took a seat and Nick
stood over her.  Before doing anything useful though he put his cock away
and buttoned his shorts back up.  After getting himself situated Nick
handed Cassie a few tissues so she could clean off her face then started on
her hair.  He dabbed and wiped, doing his best to clean the youngster's
hair of the two blasts of cum with which he'd glazed her.  After a couple
minutes and the rest of the pack of Kleenex Cassie was at least somewhat
presentable again.

   "Thanks," Cassie said once he was done.

   "No, thank you," Nick insisted.  "That was the best damned blowjob I've
ever had.  I don't care if I was your first cock, you're definitely a dick
wizard."

   The pair laughed.  "Guess I ought to let you out of here," Cassie said.

   "You're not going, too?"

   "Someone's gotta clean up this mess," Cassie said.  "Don't worry about
it, this is like a home away from home for me.  I'll take care of it."

   "OK, well, here," Nick said, handing Cassie a card, "If you ever want to
see me again just give me a call."

   "You know, I just might," Cassie told Nick, suddenly a quiver in her
voice.  "I can't imagine what it would feel like for that beautiful cock of
yours to tear my hymen apart, but I think I'd like to find out."

   "I'm starting to believe your story," Nick laughed as Cassie lead him to
the door.  "I can't imagine a little girl saying such filthy things, but a
thirty something pedo might."

   "Told ya," Cassie said with a wink.  "Bye."

   Cassie wandered back into the other room in time to see a somewhat
disheveled Violet emerge from the closet.

   "Enjoy the show?" Cassie asked with a laugh.

   "It sure was something," Violet responded.  "Do all girls do it like
that?"

   "I'm not sure.  Like that how?" Cassie asked.

   "For a minute there I thought you were going to choke to death," Violet
replied.  "That can't be normal."

   Ohh, that," Cassie began, "I suppose it is a bit out of the ordinary. 
When I pulled that magnificent cock of his out of his shorts I suddenly
found myself determined to give it as much pleasure as I could possibly
manage."

   "I get the feeling you succeeded."

   "If this is any indication, yeah," Cassie observed as she waved Nick's
card.

   "He wants to see you again?" Violet asked?

   "Yup," Cassie answered.  "Think I might.  He really does have a
fantastic cock."

   The pair laughed.

   "You're looking a little, um, out of sorts, by the way," Cassie
observed. "What'd you do while watching us?"

   "You can tell?" Violet asked, surprised.  "Well, it was just so damned
hot," she confessed, "I had to...  you know."

   "How'd it go?" Cassie asked, hopeful that her friend was learning.

   "Well," Violet replied, "I really like fingering myself." She blushed a
little with the admission.  "If I didn't have to keep quiet I think I'd
have done it."

   "That's great," Cassie said, glad her friend was getting better at that
most important skill.

   "So, you wanna clean up and get out of here?" Violet asked.

   "Sounds like a plan."

   The two spent a few minutes tidying up the room.  When they were
satisfied it was in decent enough shape they turned off the light and left.
Once back in the mall proper they headed to the food court and grabbed a
bite to eat before returning to Cassie's place.

   --

   Alright, this is all I have so far.  I hope to finish it at some point,
but no clue when.  If you have feedback, send it to
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