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 ï>¿Constantly Undressed As A Little Girl

   I'm well acquainted with dresses and sun frocks which wouldn't stay on:
I have very clear memories of being undressed in public all the way through
childhood.  My folks originally came from Eastern Europe (former Soviet
Union) and saw nothing wrong with young children going nude in the warm
weather.  My sisters and I wore very little around the house (undies or
less) and frequently played naked under the sprinklers.  Of course, that
was in the privacy of our own home; stripping down outside was a
different story altogether (blush).

   I remember one occasion when I was around eleven or so.  My Mom took me
to a church picnic at Ridgewick Park, there were lots of kids running
around the trees and fountains.  I knew most of them from school and
immediately took off to join in the fun, but Mom had other ideas.

   "That's your Sunday dress," she said, grabbing me by the hand and
turning me around to face her, "I don't want you getting it stained!" She
started undoing the buttons on the front, and I gasped in surprise,
suddenly realizing what she had in mind.

   "Mommy!!" I squealed, blushing to my eyebrows, "I'm not a baby!" I
glanced around, embarrassed, as she started to slide the frock down over my
shoulders.  The dress slipped to my feet, and few seconds later, I was
standing in my vest and knickers in front of practically everyone I knew (I
should add that there were a good many boys there that day, too).

   It virtually goes without saying that Mom ignored my protests, peeling
my vest over my head, then removing my shoes and socks.  In no time flat,
I'd been stripped right down to my floral panties; groups of children were
already staring at me and giggling to one another.  Being a little plump
like many girls my age, I was slightly self-conscious and begged Mommy to
put my dress back on.  She gave me a choice between playing with my friends
or getting dressed and helping her set up the picnic.  She also pointed out
that a number of girls were already running about in their undies and
didn't seem to mind at all.  I gnawed my lip for a few seconds, wavering
with indecision, then scampered off across the lawn in my cotton panties.
At first, I was red-cheeked with embarrassment, but I soon noticed that
other girls were shedding their clothes as well - it really was too hot to
be wearing anything more than our underwear.

   After an hour or so, the inevitable happened: we started gravitating
towards the fountain to cool off in the mist.  A few of my friends
suggested going for a splash, but none of us were willing to take the first
step.  We eventually settled the matter with a game of rock-scissors-paper,
and two of us were "volunteered" to lead the way.

   Just as we were about to jump in, I heard my mother call out to me:
"Kristina!!"

   I froze in mid-step, thinking I was in trouble and looked around.  Mom
and a few other ladies were heading over to see what we were doing.  We
sheepishly explained that we wanted to take a swim in the fountain, at
which the grown-ups rolled their eyes at each other: yes, exactly what we
suspected.

   "Not in those panties, you're not," Mom replied, and we all wailed in
dismay, thinking that permission had been unconditionally denied.  However
we soon discovered this wasn't the case; once again, Mom had other ideas.
Two guess what they were, and the first doesn't count.

   I remember we all shrieked as our knickers were taken down, knowing that
literallyeverything we had would be on display - bottoms, tummy buttons,
nippies, even our tiny little pee-pees - but some of us were secretly
screaming with delight at the same time.  Needless to say, it
was terribly embarrassing ...  for about the first thirty seconds!  Then
we were all frolicking, naked and innocent, through the sweet, chill
fountainwater.
   I so miss my childhood :)