They Stole my Puberty
by Vanessa Evans

Part 01

Hi, my name is Penelope (Penny) McNally and I’m 19. I grew up in a children’s home and it’s fair to say that when my age went into double digits I was a terror. I used to make life miserable for the other kids and was forever getting into trouble. I was one angry girl, not that I knew why, I was just angry.

Then my carers got me to start taking a tablet every day telling me that it was to help make my periods less painful. That was one time that I didn’t argue with them and I started taking them. Shortly after that day I realised that I wasn’t as angry as I usually was, and as the weeks went by I became a ‘good’ girl. In fact my grades at school improved and over the next few months I actually made friends with some of the other kids at school and in the home.

Over the months one thing that I did notice was that my body wasn’t developing like the other girls my age were. In fact I stopped growing taller (I’m still only 140 cm tall) and my periods stopped. I talked to the carers about my lack of development but all they would tell me was that girls developed at different ages and to not worry, my turn would come.

As I got older I often got embarrassed and jealous by my underdeveloped body when I compared myself to classmates. I was the one wearing little girl’s clothes and no bra whereas the other girls were wearing the usual teenage girl’s clothes, and bras.

You see, when I started taking those pills my breasts had grown to an ‘AA’ cup with nice eraser nipples and my pussy had developed a bit, my clit had grown and was sticking out between my outer labia but my inner labia hadn’t started to grow. My pussy was like the proverbial coin slot but with my clit sticking out near the front.

But shortly after I started taking those pills my body didn’t develop any further and I just accepted what my carers told me and hoped that I would catch up as I got older.


When I got to be 18 I had to move out of the children’s home. Fortunately the authorities found me a job, working in a supermarket, and somewhere to live, a small bedsit not far from the supermarket. The job pay was lousy but it was enough to pay my rent and have enough to pay for enough food and have a little left over.


On the day that I moved out my carers gave me the rest of the pack of pills that I had been taking every day and when I asked how I could get some more they told me that I wouldn’t need them, that their work was done, that I’d become a good girl.

Not understanding that I decided to find out why I wouldn’t need them and when I had some time off work I went to the local library and used a computer to search for the name of the drug, Puericil-G.

What I discovered alarmed me. I quickly discovered why my body hadn’t developed like other girls had, one of the things that the drug did was to inhibit puberty, not only stop it, but in some things reverse it. This explained why my periods had stopped and why the little breasts, that I had when I was told to start to take the drug, hadn’t grown any bigger.

What alarmed me more was that now that I had stopped taking those damned pills it was very unlikely that my body would ever start to develop like all other girls. The only good thing that I read was that my sexual desires would develop to be the same as any other girl’s and that my body would enjoy sexual relations. But my periods would never start and  I would never be able to bear children.

I kept reading and came across girls who had been in a similar situation to me and the reports said that they had gone on to have a very happy sexual life.

“At least it’s not all bad news.” I thought.

I left that library stunned. I just couldn’t understand why my carers would have done that to me. They had ruined my life. I would never look like a normal woman and I could never have kids. Some of that anger that I used to have came back.


It took me a couple of days to calm down. Two days during which I had made a few mistakes at work and got into trouble. I started looking for a lawyer. My life had been ruined and someone was going to pay.

I started reading about court cases to form an opinion about the lawyers involved and made a shortlist of lawyers that I wanted to talk to. Then, during a couple of lunch breaks I made some phone calls until I found a lawyer that said that he could help me.

I arranged a meeting and took what money that I had with me, a whole £55. When I walked into the lawyer’s reception I was asked if my parents would be long.

“That’s my problem,” I said, “I’m 18 and look at me. Someone is going to pay and I need a good lawyer to make sure that it happens.”

That confused the woman a little but she ushered me into her boss’ office.

The lawyer, Mr. Marshall, looked at me as if to say,

“Where’s your parents little girl?”

Without being asked I sat at the visitor’s chair and started to tell him my story. Of course I used the proper names for my body parts not wanting to embarrass him or me and he just sat there listening to me. At the end of my story I got out my £55 put it on the desk in front of him and said,

“This is all that I’ve got, can you help me?”

Mr. Marshall just stared at me for quite a few seconds then said,

“That’s quite some story Penelope. Normally I would have taken your money and told you that I’d send you a bill for the rest of what you owe me for just listening to you, but in this case you can keep your money and I will be happy to take your case on a ‘no win, no fee’ basis.”

“So can you make them pay for what they’ve done to me?”

“Well, from what you’ve told me suing your cares alone would be a waste of time and money because they appear to have nothing. However, I’m sure that this Puericil-G drug will not be on the authorities list of authorised medication therefore your carers should not have given it to you. We can jointly sue your carers and the council. I need to do some research on the effect of this drug so that we can add emotional stress and maybe some other things onto the list of complaints, but all being well Penelope you will become a rich young woman.”

“Thank you Mr. Marshall, and you say that it will cost me nothing because that money on your desk is all that I have.”

“Nothing Penelope, but there are a couple of things that I would recommend you doing, get yourself a passport and learn to drive. Both those documents are good for proving your age.”

“I will, when I have some money. Thanks again Mr. Marshall.”

“Oh, one more thing, at some point you will need to have a medical examination just to ascertain the true extent of the damage that has been done to you. Would that be a problem Penelope?”

“No, not at all.”


As I headed back to my little bedsit some of that anger had gone and I started to wonder what form the doctor’s examination would take. It had been years since I saw a doctor and bearing in mind what I had read about Puericil-G I guessed that the examination would be quite intimate. I was a virgin and by the looks of my body I was going to remain that way for the rest of my life, I mean, what man would want to go out with a girl who looked like she was just starting puberty?

I was slightly elated when I left the lawyers but I didn’t get my hopes up too much because I’d read many stories where a lawyer had promised the earth and then let their client down before giving them a big bill. At least I wouldn’t be getting a bill.


Anyway, my life went on as normal as working in a supermarket then going home and watching the television could be and I was starting to think that I’d wasted my time going to a lawyer when I got a phone call on my cheap, second-hand mobile phone asking me to go to a private hospital for an examination.

I’ll happily admit that I was quite nervous as I walked to the hospital and then got directed to an area where a nurse told me to take my clothes off and put on one of those silly gowns that I’d seen on the television. Then she weighed me, measured my height then took my blood pressure.

Finally, she stuck a needle into my arm and withdrew what looked like a lot of blood.

Next the nurse led me to a different part of the hospital for a CT scan. As we walked there I could feel the back of the gown flapping about and wondered if my bare butt was visible to other people there.

After the scan the nurse led me back to the waiting room where my basket of clothes still was, and again I looked at the normally dressed people and wondered what they were thinking about me. There were some men there and I have to admit that them looking at me made me feel good. I’d come to the conclusion that no man would be interested in a girl who looked like the was just reaching puberty.

After a lifetime which was probably only about 30 minutes, I was called into a doctor’s office where he asked me tons of questions about me, my body, my feelings, my sexual urges and my hopes for the future. Then is was questions about what I wanted for myself.

“To look like and function like normal girls.”

The doctor smiled then asked me to take the gown off and let him examine me.

I stood there, totally naked, in front of the man while he listened to my chest with his stethoscope. Then he told me to go and climb onto the examination couch where he examined me from head to toes including prodding and poking my tiny tits and nipples. When he got to my pussy he poked and prodded all around it then told me to lift my legs up onto the stirrup things.

My pussy was spread wide open and I was embarrassed.

“Relax Penelope, I’m not going to hurt you.”

I felt the doctor’s fingers all over my pussy then he said,

“You’re still a virgin Penelope.”

“Who would want to make love to a girl with a body like this?” I replied.

The doctor smiled. Then he surprised me, his finger found my clit and started rubbing.

“Oh, oh,” I said, “why are you doing that?”

“I need to test your response to stimulation Penelope.”

“Oh, oh, please don’t, you’ll make me cum.

”Precisely, just relax and don’t fight it Penelope.”

I didn’t and I did cum, something that I’d only experienced a few times years ago and only under the covers of my bed.


“Okay Penelope, you’ll be pleased to hear that the examination is over and you may now get dressed.”

Dressed and sat back on his visitor’s chair he said,

“Well Penelope, I have to say that you are the first girl that I have seen who has taken Puericil-G and your case is interesting. You’ll be pleased to hear that physically you are perfectly healthy albeit with an under-developed body. Even if we can’t kick-start you puberty there is no reason why you can’t live a long and sexually satisfying life.”

“But what man would want a girlfriend that looks like a pre-puberty girl? They’d forever be getting stopped by the police and accused of being a paedophile.”

“There are a few things that can cosmetically enhance parts of your body that will help you to look older but let’s not worry about those at the moment, my first priority is to get your blood tests back and compile a report for your lawyer.”

“Are you saying that all these ‘enhancements’ will cost money, money that I don’t have?”

“Unfortunately yes, but let’s not worry about that now. You are a healthy young woman and that is the most important thing. When I send my report to your lawyer I’ll send a copy to you.”


Assuming that that was his way of telling me that the examination was over I got up, thanked him and left. As I was going home I thought about what the doctor had said and what he had done to me. I was very pleased that at least I could still have an orgasm. The long period of taking the drug hadn’t killed that pleasure.


Life went on as normal for the next few weeks until I finally got a letter containing a copy of the doctor’s report. Most of it was in medical gobbledegook that I had to go to the library and lookup but my interpretation of the results was: -

Under-developed Breasts.
Nipples appear to be slightly larger than average size with normal sensitivity.
Body shape that of a pre-teen girl.
Under-developed Mons Pubis.
No Labia Minora.
No evidence of any Pubic Hair Follicles.
Clitoris is slightly larger than average and orgasms can be easily achieved with little clitoral stimulation.
Ovaries are so small that they are difficult to find and therefore are highly unlikely to ever function normally. The subject is highly unlikely to ever have a menstrual cycle or bear children.


And that didn’t even mention my mental trauma that I was suffering since I realised what had happened to me and that would affect me for the rest of my life.


When I had worked out all of what the letter said I stripped naked and stood in front of a mirror and considered each item on the list. I would have cried except that when I touched my nipples and clit I actually felt good. Feeling good and at the same time being upset by all the bad things is a very strange feeling.

I fell asleep a very mixed up girl.


It was about a week before I got a phone call from my lawyer asking me to go and see him and another week before I could get an appointment. When I was finally sat at the other side of his desk he told me that I had a very good case and that I should expect to get a substantial payment from the council.

Not really trusting lawyers and working on the principle of ‘I’ll believe it when I see it,’  I just replied,

“Good.”

Even when he told me that it was clear case of using an illegal drug on a minor that had resulted in a catastrophic effect on a young girl’s life, that the council could have no possible defence and would have to admit guilt’ I was very sceptical that I would get much, if any, compensation. And if I did it would take months, even years, to get it.

I left his office wondering if it had all been worth it.



Three months later I walked into a court room and saw my carers for the first time in over a year, and they didn’t look happy. The first words that my carer said to me were,

“Why did you have to say anything Penelope? You became an amazing young girl.”

“Don’t answer that Penelope.” Mr. Marshall said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me away.

“Don’t speak to anyone about the case Penelope, well intentioned words can easily be misinterpreted. Oh, I’m pleased to see that you are wearing a summer dress that shows how flat your chest is.”   

“It’s the only semi-decent dress that I have.” I replied.

“Well all being well you’ll soon be able to afford designer dresses.”

“I hope so.”

I replied but was still very sceptical then I added,

“I won’t have to take my dress off and show the judge my flat chest or skinny, bald pubis will I?”

“No Penelope, all you have to do is answer a few questions about how you came to have to take the drug.”

Mr. Marshall was right. It was very intimidating but I told them how it was as was relieved when I left the stand. I was even more relieved when about 2 hours later I was awarded nearly two and a half million pounds compensation.

I nearly wet my knickers when the judge said that, and when he said ‘and costs’ I had to ask Mr. Marshall what that meant to me.

I was in a state of shock as Mr. Marshall took me back to his office, sat me down and got someone to get a coffee for me. When I was in a state to understand what he was saying he told me that I should get someone to give me financial advice and he recommended a couple of firms. He then reminded me about what he said about a driving licence and a passport and added that I should use some of the money to buy a house.

I was still a bit stunned when I got home and that night I stared at the TV, not even know what was on, as I ate my beans in toast.

I was still a bit sceptical and unbelieving when I went to work the next day and I told no one about my day off.


I was starting to think that I had dreamt everything because it was another 2 weeks before I heard anything from my lawyer. He asked me to go and see him.

Being the pessimist that I had become I booked an appointment and went to see Mr. Marshall. Imagine my delight when he handed me a cheque for £2.5m made out to me.

“Oh my gawd.” I said, “what do I do with this?”

“Pay it into your bank account Penelope, it’s yours. Have you been to see a financial advisor yet?”

“No, no, I wasn’t totally convinced that I’d need one.”

“Well you do Penelope, do you want me to get one over her right now?”

“Yes please.”

Thirty minutes later I was introduced to a Mr. Bob Hammond. He looked a little surprised when he saw me but he soon got used to my looks.

“Mr. Hammond,” Mr. Marshall said, “is more than a financial advisor Penelope, he has a background in psychology, psychiatry and social studies so I believe that he is ideally suited to offer you advice both financially and socially. Can I ask you to go into the next office where you will be able to talk freely for as long as is necessary.

We did and I spent ages telling Bob Hammond everything about me. Mr. Marshall had given him a copy of the doctor’s medical report which he read then said,

“Penelope, I haven’t come across any other cases of this drug being used but reading the specialist’s report I can assure you that you can lead a rewarding and full life. Okay a few things will be slightly different to what you are expecting but there are alternatives that can be just as rewarding. Surgical procedures are available to change the shape of your body to make you look more ‘womanly’ and believe me, there are lots of men out there that like the little girl look but maybe I’m getting a little ahead of things, you tell me what you want out of life, what will make you happy.”

“Well for starters I do not want to undergo and sort of medical procedures unless they are necessary to save my life. Apart from that I want to lead a life as normal as possible,  house, a car, a career, a boyfriend, a sex life.”

“Have you got a job now Penelope?”

“Yes, a crappy job working in a supermarket.”

“Well if you dislike it that much you should hand in your notice as soon as possible. You are not desperate for money now and if you spend wisely you never will.”

“Will you help me with that?”

“Of course I will Penelope that’s what you will be paying me for, but don’t worry, I don’t charge anywhere near as much as lawyers do.”

“So what do I do now?”

“Well, you say that you’re living in a bedsit, I’d suggest that you start looking for a house, not a mansion, just your average house. Think about what you want and in particular the location. Don’t rush into anything, maybe move into a hotel and use that as your base until you find something. You mentioned a car, well you’ll need get a licence and to learn to drive. Do you have your birth certificate?”

“I think so, I think that it’s in the folder of papers that I was given when left the children’s home.”

“Good, apply for a passport as well, both those documents will help you prove your age. You’ll need some professional people as referees and I’m sure that Mr. Marshall will help you with that.”

“So what else should I do straight away?”

“A bank account. I’m guessing that you have one already so that the supermarket can pay you but I’m sure that I can get you a bank account that is better suited to your new financial status. I’ll get you a credit card as well. Those should only take a few days. Have you got a mobile phone?”

“Yes, an old Nokia one.”

“Let me have your number and treat yourself to a new smart phone, the shop will help you transfer your number to the new phone.”

“Anything else?”

“No, well not for now. I suggest that you just chill out for a while, get used to being a millionaire. Here’s my card. Phone me to talk about anything, 24 by 7, I don’t mind being woken in the middle of the night if necessary. Penelope, I want to become your friend, your confidant, as well as your financial advisor. You can talk to me about absolutely anything, and call me Bob, I hate formalities.”

“Okay Bob, thank you.”

I stood and went and kissed Bob on his cheek.

“And don’t worry about anything, as long as you spend sensibly I will see that you never run out of money Penelope.”

“Thank you Bob.”

“You’re welcome Penny, remember, call me to talk about anything.”


I left and when I got outside I just stood on the street. I was shaking and nearly crying because I was so happy.

“Are you okay little girl?” I heard a man say and when I looked up I saw an elderly policeman.

“Are you lost? Have you lost your mother?”

“No, no, I’m fine, I’ve just had a bit of a shock in there.”

“The lawyer’s office?”

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you for your concern.”

As I walked I started to come to terms with what had happened and I started to feel good.

“Right,” I thought, “first thing that I’m going to do is get out of that shit-hole of a bedsit, move into a hotel. Shit, which one and how will I pay for it?”

I stopped at a McDonalds, spent most of the cash that I had and bought a Big Mac meal. Then, as I was getting towards the end of it I phoned Bob Hammond.

“Bob, I want to move into a hotel but I don’t know which one and I need some money to pay for it. Even if I take this cheque to the bank now it will take days to clear.”

“Okay Penny, relax, it’s not a problem. I would suggest the Yorkshire Hotel, do you know where that is?”

“Yes, but how am I going to pay for it?”

“Have you got your bank card with you?”

“Yes but there’s no money in my account.”

“Read out the embossed numbers on it.”

I did, Bob read them back to me then said,

“Right Penny, by the time you get to the hotel there will be £10,000 in your account, just give them your card.”

“Ten thousand pounds! Blankety blank.”

“Remember Penny, you’re a millionaire now.”

“Err thanks Bob, this is going to take some getting used to.”

I went back to my bedsit, packed everything into my 1 old suitcase then wrote a note saying that I was moving out and pushed it under the door of the man who looked after the place and left the building for good.

When I got to the hotel I went up to the reception and told them that I wanted a room.

“When will your parents be getting here young lady?”

“Never, I don’t even know who they are. Have you got a room?”

“Yes, but who will pay for it?”

“Me.” I replied and passed the woman my bank card.

She gave me a strange look then did something behind the counter that I couldn’t see. Two minutes later she came back to me and said,

“And how long will Madam be staying with us?”

“I don’t know, it depends on all sorts of things.”

“I’ll leave the booking open-ended Madam.”

Three minutes later I was pulling my case towards the lift. A man in a uniform had offered to help me but I told him that I was okay. Another 3 minutes and I was working out how the card key worked then walking into my first ever hotel room.

It was luxurious, well that’s what I thought at the time, big bed, big window with a partial view over the city and a bathroom that was out of this world, and it was warm in that room. I stripped naked and had the best and longest bath that I had ever had, and that included me playing with my clit and making me cum, something that I didn’t do very often, possibly because of the shit-hole that I lived in, well used to live in. I wondered if I’d be playing with my pussy a lot more from then on.
 
“I’m going to need some new clothes.” I thought as I lay naked on the bed.

I looked at the knickers that I’d discarded earlier and thought,

“I’m not going to wear those again, I want some sexy undies, maybe thongs or G-strings. I may look like a kid but that doesn’t mean that I have to dress like a kid. I want short skirts and dress’ like other girls my age wear. I’m going shopping.”

I got off the bed and picked up the knickers then stopped.

“No I said never again and I mean it.” I dumped them in the trash can and just put the dress on.

Then I went to my suitcase and took out everything but my clothes, closed it and left the room pulling it behind me. As I went outside I saw some big trash cans and dumped the suitcase in one. I felt some relief as I started walking then had a little panic wondering if I couldn’t find any new clothes that I liked.

I also felt a draught up my dress that was tickling my pussy and feeling nice.

I walked to the shopping centre and into a fashion shop. I found lots of clothes that I liked but none in a size that was small enough for me. I got a little despondent and went to another shop only to find the same problem.

Being disheartened I saw a phone shop and decided to get a new phone. The man there looked at me like I was a little kid until I asked him what was the best android phone that they had. I looked at one and decided to get it.

“I want one of those,” I said, “and I want to keep the same number as this old Nokia and I want unlimited everything.”

“And how would you be paying for this young lady?”

“With this.” I replied as I handed over my bank card.

The man looked at me and I was sure that he was convinced that I’d stolen the card but he took it and came back to me a couple of minutes later with a smile on his face.

“Okay madam, could I borrow you old phone for a few minutes while I get the number swapped over?”

I handed him the phone which he passed to another man, then he started to try to sell me some accessories. All he could manage to sell me was a pink silicone case that I thought looked good.

I left the store with a new, top of the range phone and I was eager to try it so I phoned Bob.

“Hi Bob, I’ve just bought a new phone and I wanted to try it.”

“Well we’re talking and my phone told me that it was you calling Penny so it looks like it’s working okay. Penny, could you call in at my office sometime tomorrow please, I have some papers for you to sign.”

“Sure, Bob, I’m having trouble finding new clothes that are for girls my age but that fit me, I’m just too small. Do you know any shops that might have something?”

“Not really, girls clothes aren’t really my thing, but I do know a good seamstress who always does a good job altering my clothes to fit me, I’m a bit of an unusual size and shape. If you like I could text you her name and address.”

“You looked a normal shape and size to me Bob, but yes, could you send me her details?”

“Sure, you’ll have them in 5 minutes.”

“Thanks Bob.”

I went back to the first fashion shop and selected a few tops, a few skirts and a few dresses then went to the changing room. One of the skirts was a white skater type skirt made of this light weight, silky material. I’d seen girls wearing similar skirts and liked what I’d seen.

To try the new clothes on I had to take my old dress off. Being in a warm shopping centre I’d forgotten that I hadn’t got any knickers on and when my dress came off I was naked apart from my shoes and for some strange reason I found it  very exciting and my pussy was tingling.

It felt strangely nice as I tried the clothes on one at a time with nothing underneath them.

When I’d sorted out which ones I wanted I put my own dress back on and felt dowdy and dirty. I decided that I needed a new dress that I could wear straight away. Not having anything in the pile that I wanted to buy I went and paid for them, the sales girl looking at me strangely until the card payment went through then I had to decide what to do about getting something that I could wear straight away. There was nothing in that shop so I reluctantly went to a kids shop where I managed to find a plain summer dress that had an age tag of half my age. It looked short and I confirmed that it was when I tried it on. It was actually very short.

Not really thinking too much about it I bought it then went to the rest room to change into my new, little girl’s dress. Having put it on I dumped my old dress in the trash then left to head back to the hotel.

As soon as I got outside the shopping centre I realised just how short my new dress was. The cool breeze and my lack of knickers was soon making my pussy tingle a lot and me worry about what I was possibly showing.

The thing was, it wasn’t an embarrassing or humiliating worry, it was an arousing worry. I was feeling horny and I wanted to touch my pussy. It was probably good that I had bags in both my hands.

I made it back to the hotel still feeling very horny and when I got into my room I immediately started rubbing my pussy. As I fell backwards onto the bed I realised that the dress wasn’t covering my pussy but my mind was elsewhere at that moment.

Orgasm over I got to my feet and looked at myself in the mirror and saw that the dress only just covered my pussy and my butt.

How could I have not noticed that it was so short in the shop when I tried it on? Then I thought about what I could wear instead. I’d thrown out all my old clothes, not that I wanted to wear any of them again, and all my new clothes were too big for me, they’d just fall off me.

I quickly realised that I was going to have to wear my new, too short dress until I could either buy something else or get my new clothes altered. And to add to my embarrassment I didn’t have any knickers to wear as well.

Then I started thinking back to my walk back from the shopping centre. That hadn’t been too bad, in fact it was the reason why I’d brought myself to an orgasm as soon as I’d got back to my room. I started to think that maybe wearing such a short skirt wasn’t all that bad. After all it was the cause of my orgasm and I’d certainly enjoyed that.

My mind was confused, I’d always been told that girls shouldn’t let anyone see their knickers up their skirts but I’d been outside in a really short skirt and without knickers and it had really excited me and made me cum. I had a quick laugh at what I’d just thought, no one had seen my knickers up my skirt because I wasn’t wearing any knickers. All anyone may have seen was a bit of the bottom of my butt and maybe my coin slot slit with my clit sticking out near the front; and that was what had made me so horny. And I didn’t even know if anyone had seen those parts of my body.

Had I really been unladylike, I’d always been told to make sure that no one saw my knickers, and they hadn’t, but no one had ever told me that I had to make sure that no one ever saw my bare butt and pussy.

The more I thought about it the more I decided that I actually liked wearing really short skirts with nothing under them.

I emptied the bags of my new purchases onto the bed, took my dress off and tried on each  new skirt and dress. With them on I folded the skirts until they were as short as the dress that I’d come back to the hotel in. Then I sat with my knees together in front of the mirror in each one and looked to see what I could see. All I could see with my knees together was my bare pubis. I giggled a little as I thought,

“Well no one will be able to see my knickers.”

Then I opened my knees as I looked in the mirror and saw that I could see my slit and my clit.

“Is it really so bad letting people see my slit and clit?” I thought, “no one had ever told me that I shouldn’t let people see them, and the possibility that someone may just have seen them earlier had made me really horny. And on top of that with me looking like I was only half my actual age people would think that I was just a naughty little girl, not an adult woman exposing her sex bits. But there again, woman’s sex bits are on the inside so what is everyone making such a fuss about?”

Then I realised that my slit and clit would be covered by knickers anyway, that’s if I could even find any nice looking knickers that wouldn’t fall down all the time. There was no way that I was going to go back to wearing knickers designed for little girls.

Then I had a thought that maybe I shouldn’t even bother looking for new knickers and just stop wearing them altogether, after all unlike most girls my age I would never need to wear a bra so why wear any knickers.

The tingling in my pussy told me that it liked that idea so I decided to try it and not buy any knickers until I decided otherwise. I also decided that I’d get all my new dresses and skirts shortened to the same ultra short length as the last dress that I’d bought.. 



After trying on all my new clothes and looking to see what I’d be showing if I got them altered to be ultra short, I lay back on the bed still totally naked. After a while I started looking around. I was still ecstatic about being there and not still in that shit-hole of a bedsit.

I looked out of the window and realised that the building next door must also be a hotel. I hadn’t passed it on the way in but so what? As I looked at the windows in the building I could see people in their rooms. Some were in their underwear and I blinked as I realised that I could see a couple fucking on the bed in their room.

I was still a virgin but I knew what fucking was, I’d overheard lots of girls at school talking about their exploits. I looked on in fascination and wondered if they realised that they were being watched. As I started I wondered what it would be like to be watched when I eventually lost my virginity, if any man would ever want to fuck me with a body like mine. I also wondered what it would be like to know that someone was watching me rub my pussy like I had earlier.

“Hell,” I thought, “maybe someone in the hotel next door had already watched me masturbating.”

As I thought that the slight tingling in my pussy got stronger and I decided to move the pillows on my bed so that I could lay with my feet towards the window with my legs spread and my head on the pillows so that I could watch the windows opposite to see if anyone was watching me as I rubbed by pussy.

I was a little surprised how quickly my rubbing produced another orgasm and when it was becoming just a memory I realised that I’d cum more times that day than I had probably ever had.

“Wow, this hotel life and wearing such short skirts and no knickers is really having a nice effect on me.” I thought.

I hadn’t actually seen anyone watching me but I guessed that even the possibility that someone was and I hadn’t noticed had contributed to my quick achievement of the orgasm and I found myself thinking that I was going to do the same thing lots if times whilst I was staying in that hotel.


Eventually I realised that my stomach was telling me that I was hungry. I’d seen a room service menu on the pile of papers on the side but I didn’t want to eat in a room all on my own. I’d done way too much of that. I’d also seen another menu for a restaurant so I looked at it and realised that it was for the hotel restaurant.

I shuddered at the prices then remembered that I was a millionaire and didn’t have to worry about the costs any more. I decided to go and find this restaurant so I put on the same dress (my only dress that fitted) and my shoes and set off to find the restaurant.

As I walked along the corridor the tingling in my pussy reminded me of how short my dress was. Okay, walking around a hotel still felt very strange to me but that didn’t stop my pussy wanting some attention. I put may hand on my dress over my pubis and realised that my fingers could actually touch my slit and clit as my hand pressed on my pubis.

“Wow.” I thought, “life’s going to be interesting from now on.” 


Down in reception I asked where the restaurant was and was pointed in the right direction. As I walked there I looked around and took in more detail than I had the previous times that I’d been there. I saw people standing, talking and walking about, none of them taking any notice of me. I also saw signs pointing to the different facilities and discovered that the hotel had a leisure centre which interested me. I’d been taught at school about the importance of exercise and I knew that I needed to get some. 

I also saw a sign pointing to the hotel bar. I’d never been into a bar, nor even tasted alcohol, but I knew that I should at least go and look and try some different drinks. I smiled as I imagined me having a couple of drinks then literally crawling back to my room to sober up.


Entering the restaurant a man came up to me and asked how many people I needed a table for. When I said ‘just me’ I could see on his face that he was wondering why a kid was there on her own but he led me to a table where I chose a chair where I could watch everything going on in the rest of the restaurant.

No sooner than I’d sat down a waitress, probably no older than me, came up and asked me if she could get me a drink then added that they had lots of flavours of fruit juices. I thought about asking for some wine just to let her know that I was old enough to drink alcohol but I decided to keep that pleasure for another day and I asked for a glass of water. She then picked up a menu, opened it for me then said that she’d be back to take my order in a few minutes.

I looked at the menu and tried to ignore the prices. As I read all the fancy descriptions of meals I tried to imaging what they were and what simple names I would know them as.

I chose one and hoped that I would find it edible then I relaxed back into the chair and started watching the other people eating there.

A few minutes later the waitress cane back to me and stood at the side of the table. I looked up at her and saw that she was looking down at me and I saw her eyes go wide open then return to normal. I thought nothing of it at the time and told the girl what I wanted.

As she walked away I thought about her eyes and then I looked to where I thought that she was looking.

“Oops.” I thought as I saw my bare pubis, slit and clit. “Oh well, she’s a girl so she hasn’t seen anything that she hasn’t got.

As I watched the other people I saw a few pickup their napkins and put them on their laps and decided that I saw some sense in what they were doing so I would do the same when my food came.

I watched one young couple who were touching hands and looking into each other’s eyes. They were obviously in love and I wondered if I would ever be like that girl.

I also saw one middle-aged man staring at me. I looked away but looked back a couple of minutes later and saw that he was still staring at me. I looked down at my lap and worked out that he couldn’t see my bald pubis. I wondered if he was a paedophile.

My food arrived and I sat up straight denying the waitress of another look at my bare pubis, not that I was bother if she had seen them, and I put the napkin over my lap like I’d seen other people do,

The food was actually quite nice and I decided to have that again sometime.

I was laid back in my chair when the waitress came to take my plate away and as she was looking down at me I moved the napkin away and looked at her eyes but I couldn’t tell if she was looking at my pubis as she asked if I wanted a dessert or a coffee. I asked for just a coffee and as I waited for it I looked down at my lap and saw that my dress has bunched up and some of my stomach was visible as well.

Not caring, I stayed like that until my coffee was in front of me and when I tasted it I was surprised how nice it tasted. It was much better than the cheap supermarket, instant stuff that I had occasionally splashed out on.


Deciding that it was time to leave I stood then looked down at my front and saw that my dress was still bunched up on my stomach. Thinking that I should really straighten it I did and as I looked around I saw the waitress looking at me. I smiled at her and walked out wondering if I had puled the dress down enough to cover my butt.


Walking around the hotel I looked into the bar, but didn’t go in, and saw numerous people, mainly men, sitting around drinking and some looking at their phones. That reminded me that I needed to sort out my new phone.
 
Moving on I came to the leisure centre and as I stood at the entrance looking in a girl sat at a desk looked at me and asked if she could help me.

“Err, I’m going to be staying here for a while, would it be possible to have a look around, see what you’ve got?”

“Sure, come on in, I’ll give you a quick tour.”

The girl did and led me through the women’s changing room and out the other side.

“That’s the workout room but it’s only for adults so we’ll move on.”

I let it slide.

She showed me the swimming pool and jacuzzi then she led me into the room where there  was a sauna and steam room.

“Again, sorry but these are for adults only.”

I’d had enough,

“Excuse me but just because I don’t look 18 doesn’t me that I am not 18. I am and I’m staying at this hotel on my own so if I want to go into the sauna or steam room I will.”

“Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realise. I’m so sorry, yes of course you can use all of the facilities. I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”

By then I had calmed down and I understood her mistake.

“Yes, sorry for the outburst, it’s just that I get so sick of people assuming that because I look like a little kid that I am a little kid. Sorry, my name’s Penny and as I’m going to be staying here for a while I guess that we’ll see a lot of each other.”

“Probably, I’m Karen and I’m here most days sometimes morning sometimes afternoons and evenings, I’m sure that we’ll bump into each other at times. If there’s anything that I can help you with please let me know.”

“Thanks Karen, that’s appreciated. Me being here is a long story that maybe I’ll tell you sometime but this is the first hotel that I’ve ever been into and it’s all a bit strange at the moment.”

“I can imagine. As I said, come and talk to me whenever you want, this job doesn’t exactly keep me busy most of the time.”

“Thanks, I will. I’ve got lots of things to sort out but when I can I’ll come down here, maybe get some exercise as well.”

“I’m sure that I can help you with that Penny.”

“Thanks Karen.”

I left the leisure centre and went back to my room. As I was riding the lift up I realised that I was getting used to wearing a dress so short.

Not wanting to crease my dress any more than was necessary I took it off as soon as I got to my room and as I hung it up I looked out of the window to the room in the hotel next door. It was starting to get dark and some of the room had put their light on and not closed the curtains. The view out of my bedsit window was a brick wall so I had never bothered closing my curtains and I didn’t in the hotel room.

I got a pen and paper and made a list of the things that I had to do the next day: -

 
Take my new clothes to the seamstress.
Pay the cheque into my bank.
Get the forms to apply for a passport and driving licence.
Go and see Bob to sign whatever.
Buy a laptop.
Buy some knickers – maybe.
Buy a bikini.
Buy a new handbag.
Buy some new shoes.

I could see that I was going to have another tiring day.

“This being a millionaire is hard work.” I thought.

I looked at the list and realised that I didn’t know where the seamstress’ shop was and even if she was expecting me. I quickly got my new phone and dialled the number hoping that I wasn’t too late to catch her. As luck would have it she was working late in her little shop and Bob had already warned her that I might be visiting her. She sent me a text with her address. When I got the text I searched for it on google maps on my phone and realised that I did know where it was, just never noticed the shop. My days of hanging around in town with no money and nowhere to go other than back to the children’s home was finally paying off.

Keeping hold of my phone I explored what I could do with it and then spent a couple of hours connecting to the hotel’s Wi-Fi then downloading quite a few apps.

When I got bored with doing that I looked out of the window and was surprised to see a couple of men in different rooms looking my way. I worked out that from where they were they could probably see my bed and me laying on it totally naked. My first reaction was to jump up and close the curtains but I thought,

“What the hell,” and waved at them, not really expecting any reaction from them.

I was quite surprised when one of the men waved back but the other man disappeared from his window and his light went off.

“Aww, is the poor man embarrassed.” I thought.

Embarrassment was something that mostly got knocked out of everyone that grew up where I had, you even got disturbed when you were in the bath.

Ignoring my voyeurs I went and got the TV remote and switched it on. Imaging my surprise when all the details that I had given when I checked-in were displayed on the TV.

I followed the instruction on the screen and went to the list on movies that they were showing. On movie in the adult section caught my eye, ‘Debbie does New York’, and I selected it.

I watched over an hour of this girl going all over New York and taking her clothes of for all the public to see her naked body. I even watched as she climbed into the back of a lorry parked on a busy street, stripped naked and got fucked by a man with a huge cock. The thing was, the lorry had glass sides, maybe tinted so that people couldn’t see in, but the camera inside videoing them fucking could certainly see out and the public were walking passed very close to the lorry.

I became aware that my body was getting aroused as I watched and my feet drifted apart as my hand went to my pussy and brought me to yet another orgasm that day.

As my orgasm became history and the movie ended I wondered what it would be like to be that girl. Would she be as horny as what I had been watching her? Would I be turned on by walking down the street totally naked?

I smiled as I remembered that I had been close to doing that only a few hours away, and it had turned me on.

“Maybe I should go the whole hog and walk down a street in town naked?”  

That thought both excited and scared me.

I looked out of my window again and saw that the man who had waved to me was still there so I waved to him again. This time he waved and gave me the thumbs up sign. I also looked at the now dark window where the other man had been looking at me and thought that I could see the shadow of the man still looking at me.

I waved again then went and cleaned my teeth.

As I mentioned before it was hot in that hotel room so I didn’t get into the bed I just lay on top of it and closed my eyes, not even bothering to turn the lights off.

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