A pink frilly dress

Alex stayed in the corner for the next half-hour, afraid to move for fear of incurring further wrath from Claire. It was bad enough, being half-stripped, mocked, and spanked by a girl who was younger than her by one year, but remained more developed, academically, socially, and physically. But even worse was the fact that her mother had not trusted her, a nineteen-year-old to look after herself for an evening. And Alex had no one to blame but herself.

Having been underdeveloped since middle school, she had always been intimidated by girls like Claire, who were pretty and athletic. She had taken to hanging out with boys, always feeling more comfortable discussing sports and action movies, than make-up and boyfriends. But in her effort to garner respect from her male peers, she had taken to stealing cigarettes, harassing neighbors with pranks, and doing outrageous skateboarding tricks that could have easily gotten her hurt. There was something about their attention that she found addictive.

She knew she would never catch their eyes because of her breasts or her ass, but knowing she could outdo them granted her some sense of pride, which she was undoubtedly paying for now. Her unruly activities had put her in trouble with the police and the school, and had undermined her mother's faith in her as an adult.

She felt a smack on her sore rump and let out a squeal as she jumped from the sting.

"There you are, runt. You didn't move a muscle during your time out, did you?" Claire asked, landing another spank on Alex's exposed behind.

"No, Claire, I didn't move at all!" Alex reassured her, even as her feet ached from standing in the corner for so long. Her tough girl routine had been completely stripped away from her, and she felt naked emotionally as well as physically.

SPANK! "That's Ma'am to you, runt. It's time you start respecting me. I'm in charge of your cute little heinie for the rest of the night, so unless you want to get on my bad-side, you'll be calling me ma'am from now on."

"Sorry Ma'am."

SPANK! "Now thank me for punishing you, because you know you deserved it."

Alex hesitated, but for an embarrassingly short amount of time. "Thank you ma'am, for punishing me."

"Good girl! Now turn around. I've got your new outfit ready."

Alex turned slowly and her jaw fell open.

In Claire's hand, hung the most garish pink and yellow baby doll dress she'd ever seen. It had flowers printed along the skirt, little duckies sewn into the collar, frilly sleeves, and puffy shoulders. It looked embarrassingly childish, even for an effeminate girl. For Alex, it was her worst nightmare.

"No, please, Claire, I-"

SPANK! "I told you not to call me that, runt. And like it or not, you are putting this on for the rest of the night. I'm tired of you wearing boxers and tee shirts and baseball caps pretending to be something you're not."

"But-but Ma'am, please, I don't wear dresses, they make me look...they make me..."

"Yes?" Claire prompted cruelly.

"...they make me look like a little girl." Alex admitted. The last time she had willingly put on a dress was for a cousin's wedding, and even then it had made her uncomfortable, being around all the beautiful bridesmaids and looking like an overdressed flower-girl.

"Well, that's fine then. You are a little girl." Alex looked up despondently as Claire patted her on the head. "You weigh about as much a little girl, you are about as short as a little girl, you have the same tits as a little girl,"

At this point, Claire grabbed one of Alex's nipples through her Batman tee shirt, and twisted it. Alex let out a howl and tried to push Claire off, but lacked the strength to do so, and could do nothing but writhe in pain.

Claire finally let go, and smirked as Alex crumpled to the ground in pain. "And, most importantly of all, you act like a little girl. You do naughty things just to get attention. And then when I offer you a gift like this one," She lifted the dress. "You act like a brat. You pretend you are too good for it. You are going to put this dress on, that I worked so hard to make for you, and you are going to wear it for the rest of the evening, and if you whine about it anymore than you already have, I will spank you again."

Alex nodded forlornly.

"And if I catch you trying to take it off, it will be even worse for you." Claire said, picking Alex up easily and pulling her tee shirt up over her head. She laughed as Alex's training bra was revealed. "No wonder you don't have a boyfriend, who would want a bratty little girl with no tits and a hairy pussy?"

Alex felt tears start to well in her eyes. It was true. At nineteen, she was virgin. The few romantic encounters she'd ever had always ended in disaster.

The dress was intolerably itchy and tight, and even with her diminutive form, she felt like the skirt was too short. If she moved too quickly, it would ride up and expose her to the world.

"Now, we can't have you wearing those boxers you love so much, they aren't ladylike at all." Claire said, running her hand beneath Alex's skirt and making Alex shiver with anticipation. "I know, we'll get you..."