Virginia #2 (Pet Sitter)

I looked over Virginia, who had been sitting quietly, looking at her phone as women often do, since nothing of interest was going on in our conversation.

"Virginia," I said with a questioning tone, "What on earth are you doing?"

Virginia looked up from texting someone on her phone. "Uh, I was just looking at my phone. Is that a crime?"

"No," I shook my head. "It's just that I didn't realize when you grabbed that off the floor that you took playing pretend with your toys so seriously."

Virginia was even more confused, and her sister looked up from her phone as well. "Uh, what?" was all she could manage. She looked back down at her screen, clutched in her hands, now a brightly colored rubber phone-shaped chew toy. I chuckled at her reaction. "Is that your favorite toy because your older sister has one too?"

Virginia took a moment to let her mind adjust to the reality shift. "Are you really pretending to read? I thought you had quite bad dyslexia." She blushed again, "Oh, yeah. I guess I just like having it with me..." She struggled to remember why she carried a chew toy with her.

"In fact, I understand from my files," I had no such files, "that you never learned to read at all. Maybe that's why you follow your big sister around so much. She's always taken care of you, hasn't she?"

Virginia struggled to rectify the enormous changes going on in her head. "But, I'm in pharma- far-ma-col... medicine school... How could I get there if I can't read?" She reached up and tugged at the bottom hem of her blue lycra crop top.

"Oh Ginnie, being in charge of the meds for the dogs your sister takes care of, doesn't mean you're in pharmacology school."

"I know, but... wait, that's not right. I didn't... I mean, It doesn't?" She asked, confused. Her denim shorts melted into baby blue lycra panties, and she seemed to grow an inch in height on the couch due to an inflation of her ass. Her pubic hair grew softer, almost downy.

"No, Ginnie. Is that why you fantasize about being a pet? Because then people won't expect you to be smart? Your inability to read was the only thing holding you back, and you're ashamed."

Ginnie blushed and her eyes welled up. "I hate disappointing everyone so much. It just feels comforting, being a pet. I don't have any expectations on me. I can just be free. That's why I dress like this, because then no one assumes I'm going to be smart. I just look like an airhead, and no one judges me." She shook her head, her high, curly blonde and light blue pigtails bouncing.

She remembered confessing to Christina why she let her feed her on the floor with the dogs. Christina had been very understanding, kind even. She'd agreed to take care of her younger, smarter sister. She'd agreed to Own her. It had been Ginnie who asked if she could sleep in Christina's room, at the foot of her bed. It made her feel cared for.

While they had been at the petstore getting the large size doggie bed, Christina had picked out a charm for Ginnie's collar. Ginnie fingered the charm on her collar now, it was a dog bone shape. She couldn't read it.