The lower half of her dainty white slip billowed out in crisp folds, having helped support her flaring over skirt. Now she struggled to peel off this diminutive piece of underwear, but it took some doing, since it fit her very snugly around the waist and chest, and had to be tugged without grace or dignity, as all children fight their clothes.

At last it was off, and she stood revealed before me covered only by a pair of tiny white silk or nylon panties which had cute ruffles all over them, front, sides, back, and around the lower edges, giving a false effect of roundness to her hips and pelvis, in tiny imitation of a grown and developed woman. Slowly she walked over toward where I sat on the edge of the bed, and stood just within my reach. She smiled sweetly and hopefully up into my face and said, “Do you like my nice new panties? I think they're cute. And maybe you'd like to help me take them off, so I'd be all bare for you to play with.”

I reached out and put my hands around her tiny waist and drew her to me. I gently kissed her on the lips and cuddled her tiny body against me. “I'll do anything you want, Jeannie, dear. I'll be glad to make you all bare.”

While she stood close before me, snuggling up to where I sat, I put my fingers in the elastic waistband of the gleaming white frilly little briefs and tugged them down over her hips. As in all children, there was very little difference in size between her waist and her hips, so that presently the dainty tiny garment was about her ankles, and she gaily kicked it into the air toward where her other clothes had been tossed. Now she sat on my lap and earnestly asked, “Do you think I'm cute, George, now that I'm all bare?”

“I sure do, Jeannie. Even cuter, if possible, than when you had clothes on.” I told her, hugging her.