Rachel opened the door to her average sized house with a sigh. The door opened to a small foyer. Ahead was an open door to the kitchen, to the right was the living room, and to the left was a small hallway with two bedrooms and a bathroom. The house was a summer home for the Wollingtons but she lived there during her time at Armor College because it was relatively close to the campus. Rachel made her way into the living room, Fara and Sarah trailing behind her.

The living room had a coffee table in the middle, a gas fireplace on the outer wall, and two recliners on either side of the coffee table with a sofa on the side of the coffee table opposite the fire place.

Sarah casually threw her backpack onto one side of the sofa and plopped down onto the other side with a lout sigh.

“It’s great to do a big flop at the end of the day.”

“Quite,” Rachel sat on the recliner closest to Fara with slow grace. Sarah stood between the two anxiously. “Fara dear do you mind if Sarah and I play this evening.”

“Oh I guess so,” Fara said quietly.

“Are you sure? You seem hesitant.”

“Well no it’s just,” Fara paused for a second. “I didn’t know it would be happening every time I came over is all.”

“Ah I see, we have done it every time I suppose,” Rachel feigned like this was a coincidence, but the look she shared with Sarah briefly sent a message between the two. They had deliberately been doing it every time Sarah was over to desensitize. They had to think fast before Fara thought about it too much.

“Well it’s like you said Fara,” Sarah said nervously. “You said it feels good to do a big flop at the end of the day, well this is our big flop.”

“I do apologize it hadn’t occurred to me how often we do it when you’re around,” Rachel stood up hand at her chest in feigned astonishment. “We will wait until you are gone of course, if it makes our guest more comfortable.”

“Oh geez,” Fara slumped. The tactic had worked. They’d made Fara feel bad for denying them their release, and, quite predictably, Fara would make a concession. “Its fine I guess. I didn’t mean to come off harsh, I know it’s how you guys wind down. Just don’t get too crazy like you did the first time.”

“No need to worry dear that was a special night,” Rachel sat back down in her recliner.

“I wanted to make it up to you,” Sarah nervously shifted her hands behind her back. “It was the only way I knew to make you trust me.”

“I appreciate the gesture,” Fara twiddled her thumbs nervously. “But you know I wouldn’t exactly call our little mutually ensured destruction thing trust. Even if my blackmail is way worse than yours.”

“Oh,” Sarah shifted more.

“I didn’t mean it like that dummy. I’m trusting you because I forgive you, not because you gave me blackmail.”

“I think instead of talking you should get our guest and I some drinks,” Rachel snapped her fingers at Sarah.

“Yes mistress,” Sarah bowed her head.

“Give me the last of the wine we opened yesterday,” Rachel looked at Fara prompting her to respond.

“Water for me,” Fara spoke in the tone Rachel taught her, quick and demanding. No reason for please or thank you. Sarah bowed her head and left.

“Nice tone,” Rachel praised. “I’ll make a dommy out of you yet.” Rachel giggled. Fara giggled with her, though she didn’t quite get why Rachel found that line funny.

Sarah left into the kitchen. The kitchen had a sink and refrigerator on the outside wall, as well as a small window looking out to the street, as the whole house took up the block and had no yard. The stove was on the next wall with the microwave above it, and a counter ran the entirety of the sink wall and the stove wall, with cabinetry above and below. The wall opposite the stove had an opening to the living room and the wall opposite the sink opened into the small foyer.

Sarah reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a wine glass for Rachel and a special cup for Fara. This special cup was something Rachel had cooked up. It appeared to be a normal green cup on inspection, but its base was subtly uneven and there was a cavity between the inside of the cup and the outside where a small amount of liquid was. The liquid was a compound that, when shifted coagulated and pulled the rest of the liquid to that side of the cup. The result was a cup that knocked itself over. And this was one of several cups. It was a lot of effort for a subtle thing, but Fara’s visits were all about subtlety that would pay off later.

Sarah filled Rachel’s glass first and sat it down before filling Fara’s cup with some cold bottled water from the refrigerator, careful not to set the cup down. Sarah then opened one of the drawers and fetched some powder to sprinkle in Fara’s drink. A mix of diuretic and laxative. Not enough for Fara to have an accident, but enough that she would be going to the restroom an annoying amount.

Sarah brought the drinks back into the living room where Fara and Rachel were talking. She handed them both their drinks, receiving no thank you. Fara took a drink and set the cup down on the coffee table. Almost as soon she took her hand off of it the cup predictably toppled over spilling onto the coffee table.

“Oh god I’m so sorry,” Fara panicked. “I don’t know why this keeps happening.” Sarah began to wordlessly dry up the spill with a towel conveniently placed on the coffee table.

“You certainly are as clumsy as Sarah says you are,” Rachel laughed to calm Fara. The spill had happened without fail every time Fara had come over, five times counting this one. Which gave her enough leverage for her next move. “I hate to ask Fara dear, but might I suggest a cup with a lid on it.”

“Ugh,” Fara blushed and fell back into the sofa.

“I know we have some sippy cups from when my cousins stayed here, there may be something else.”

“Sippy cup? Oh just shoot me to while you’re at it.”

“Pet please bring Sarah another drink in the most mature cup with a lid that we have.”

“Yes mistress,” Sarah stopped her spill cleaning and left to go fetch the new drink. Fara didn’t need to know that the sippy cup she would be getting was bought by Rachel specifically for her. When Sarah returned Fara still had her head buried into the arm of the sofa out of embarrassment. “This was the best I could find,” Sarah apologetically handed the sippy cup to Fara. The cup was blue with a pink lid and was adorned with cartoon giraffes. “Sorry.”

“Seriously kill me,” Fara said quietly, though she quizzically took a sip. “It’s fine I don’t want to spill anything else.” Of course this water had the same powder in it as the last one and just to drive the point home the sippy cup was also designed to fall over. And it did after Fara attempted to set it down again, thought with less messy results this time.

“Well it didn’t spill,” Rachel said optimistically. Fara’s demeanor remained grumpy. She sighed and let the sippy cup lay horizontally on the table since it appeared to hold the water either way. “I’ll have to order some more mature cups with lids for you.” Of course the only additional drinking device Rachel would actually order for Fara would be bottles. “I guess now is a good time to show you the gift I got you, maybe it’ll cheer you up.”

“Oh don’t tell me you blew a bunch of money on me?”

“Hardly,” Rachel clapped at Sarah who left out of the room. “Sarah told me you may have an interest in Lolita fashion.”

“She told the whole high school that too, and I never heard the end of it.” Fara said under her breathe.

“That’s true, so I understand why you may be hesitant, but I did find some of my old dresses. They aren’t Lolita specifically but I think they fit the description well enough.”

“Oh Rachel you don’t have to do that,” Fara stood up.

“It’s no trouble,” Rachel said gesturing to Sarah who had returned with three of the dresses in question. “Really you’re doing me a favor. Lots of not so pleasant memories associated with these.” Sarah separated the first dress and prepared to hand it to Fara. Of course Rachel’s story was a lie. It was true she did have extravagant dresses from her childhood that brought bad memories, but these were not those dresses. Rachel was quite tall in her youth but not quite tall enough to fit Fara. No these dresses were ordered specifically for Fara, and she had several more less mature ones waiting for later.

Fara took the first dress from Sarah and inspected it. It was a pink and black dress. The majority of the dress was pink with a subtle arrow pattern in it. The trim, sleeves and neckline were black. The shoulders were poofy and every edge was covered in decorative lace. The dress came to a little over Fara’s knees and the neck was low enough that it would emphasize the little cleavage Fara had.

“You wore this as a kid?” Fara asked inspecting the dress.

“I was an early bloomer,” Rachel quickly blew off the question. “Now hurry off to get changed I want to see what it looks like on you.”

“Now hold on, I don’t really know if I want to,” Fara was shaky as Rachel began to walk her to the master bedroom.

“Oh come now there’s no judgement here, and you know Sarah won’t tell a soul.”

“Yeah but I’m just not sure if I want to.”

The three had made it into the master bedroom. It had a king sized bed on the far wall with purple sheets and a painting of a purple rose hanging above the headboard. At the foot of the bed was a not so subtle Sarah sized kennel. To the left was a door leading to the master bathroom and a dark wardrobe, on the wall opposite that was a window with some thin curtains but thick blinds and two small sets of drawers.

“Well this is me asking you politely,” Rachel said plainly. “I would like to see you in this dress so please try it on for me.” Fara nervously looked at the dress, then back at Rachel with a quick glance to Sarah, before finally sighing.

“Only because you asked nicely,” Fara said laying the dress on the bed.

“Thank you sweetie,” Rachel said turning to leave. “Sarah please help the little miss dress herself.”

“Wait I don’t need …” Fara began but Rachel had already closed the door. “Ugh.” Fara picked up the dress again and looked at it. It really was cute, something she would love to have in her own Lolita closet if she even had a Lolita closet. “I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself,” Fara glanced at Sarah.

“I won’t lie the situation is a little ironic,” Sarah said bowing her head.

“Well didn’t your mistress say to dress me,” Fara fired back. Sarah quickly approached and began to help Fara out of her clothes. “Honestly the fact that this is such a big deal to me is all your fault.”

“I’m sorry,” Sarah said as she lifted Fara’s shirt off of her leaving her in her pants and her bra.

“I know,” Fara said sitting on the bed. Sarah got to work removing Fara’s pants. “I’m just frustrated and taking it out on you.”

“That’s fair and I deserve it,” Sarah said folding Fara’s clothes neatly and placing them neatly on the bed.

“You don’t really,” Fara admitted. She stood up instinctively covered herself. Though she knew she didn’t need to in front of Sarah. She’d seen Sarah naked plenty of times now, and in situations more embarrassing than being naked. “Go fetch a petticoat, if I’m going to wear it I’m going to wear it right.” Sarah bowed and exited into the bathroom where the closet was. Meanwhile Fara took a deep breath and composed herself. She had to remind herself that what happened in high school was in the past and that Sarah was trying to turn over a new leaf. A twinge in her bladder brought her out of meditation. The urge was stronger than Fara was used to so she quickly made her way into the bathroom. She caught Sarah who was on her way out with a white petticoat.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” Sara quickly left and shut the door. The master bathroom had a shower on one wall, and a walk in closet on the opposite. The sink was on the wall with the door and the toilet was opposite that, meaning one was somewhat awkwardly looking at themselves as they used the facilities. Fara experienced this awkwardness first hand as she sat down. Sarah couldn’t help but smirk as she left the bathroom and sat the petticoat next to the dress. The powder was working, it would be the first of an annoying amount of bathroom trips for Fara.

“Let’s finish up,” Fara commanded as she made her way out of the bathroom. Sarah obediently held out the petticoat for Fara to step into. “I’m sorry I snapped at you like that,” Fara apologized as Sarah got the petticoat in place.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Sarah threw the dress over Fara and began to help Fara feed her arms through the sleeves. “Not only am I the pet here, but I know how awful I was in high school and I know I’m not gonna make up for no matter how many embarrassing videos I give you.” Sarah successfully got the dress on Fara, and Fara busied herself fluffing out some of the wrinkles and making sure the dress fell properly. “I have to say you do look cute.” Fara looked down at the dress and gave a small twirl, eliciting feelings she hadn’t had in a long time. Sarah brought a small mirror out so Fara could see. She was speechless, Sarah was right she looked cute it was hard to believe the girl she was looking at was her. Fara remembered why she like Lolita fashion to begin with. “It’s a shame I caused you all this stress about this stuff. You really are the picture of cuteness.” Fara blushed a little.

“Well thank you.”

“All right let’s go show mistress.” Sarah and Fara quickly made their way back into the living room where Rachel was standing impatiently waiting.

“Oooooo cute cute cute,” Rachel squealed as Fara nervously entered the room.

“Oh gosh,” Fara blushed. Rachel and Sarah were picturing extra accessories to the dress. A bonnet, a pacifier clipped on, subtle crinkle emanating from under the dress. Fara looked cute now, but a few more touches and she would be the perfect baby girl. They reveled in their small victory, if all else fails at least they got to see her this close to peak baby.

“You must try the others on, you’re just too cute.” Rachel quickly picked up the other two dresses

“I think this one is about all I can do tonight,” Fara slowly took the remaining dresses from Rachel and draped them over the arm of a recliner.

“Ok ok, but you have to try on a new one every time you come over. I went through the trouble of digging them out for you I want to see the fruits of my labor eventually.” Fara thought about this agreement for a moment. The feeling of the dress and the squeals from Rachel didn’t leave much room for thought.

“Fine,” Fara said with a giggle. “Now let me get my old clothes on.”

“Oh honey you are not getting out of that dress,” Rachel said giggling.

“Why would you deprive us of this cuteness,” Sarah joined in.

“Jeez you guys.”