Nakie Time

There were footsteps, and Rosie looked up from tying her shoes to see her little sister standing above her, hands clasped behind her back, with a wide, faux-innocent smile on her face.

“What do you want, Vi?” Rosie asked, half exasperated, half suspicious. She could see Violet’s four best friends lounging in the kitchen at the other end of the corridor, smirking at her and giggling behind their hands. Rosie rolled her eyes. Violet and her friends were only two years younger than her, but they acted like such children.

“Where you are going?” Violet asked sweetly.

“Out,” said Rosie. “Over to a friend’s house.”

“Whose house?”

“Elizabeth's. Why do you care?”

“I’m your sister, Rosie,” said Violet, pretending to look hurt. “I’m just looking out for you! I want to know you’re not getting into trouble.”

Rosie scowled, finished tying her shoes, and straightened up. “I’m not the one who’s always getting into trouble, Vi. In case you’d forgotten, I’m the older sister, and in terms of maturity I’m about a decade ahead. If anyone needs looking out for, it’s you. But that’s not my job. Aren’t you pleased, anyway? With Mum, Dad, and me gone, you’ll have the house to yourself.”

Violet pouted. “I was hoping you’d come and play with us,” she said, putting on a tone of mock disappointment. “We’re going out into the garden. It’s a beautiful day…”

“Yeah, thanks but no thanks,” said Rosie, turning to leave.

“Wait, just one more thing!” said Violet.

Rosie sighed and turned back around. “Yes, Vi?”

“Why are you wearing all those clothes?” her sister asked, smiling.

“What?” Rosie looked down at herself. She was only wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. Not overdressed at all, but hardly so underdressed that it would make sense for Violet to be sarcastic about it. And what did she care about wearing revealing clothing anyway?

“Well, you’re wearing shorts, you’re wearing panties…”

“What the hell are you talking about, Violet?” Rosie asked. She was starting to get seriously annoyed with her sister wasting her time. Thank God she’d be leaving home and going to college soon. “Of course I’m wearing panties,” she said impatiently. “What else would I wear?”

Violet giggled. “Nothing at all, of course! I didn’t mean to offend you, big sis. I just thought you might want to go bare bummed today.”

Rosie suddenly felt dizzy. “I… Wha…” Her sister’s words seemed to reverberate inside her head. Why did that phrase sound so familiar? “Bare… bummed?” she repeated.

“That’s right!” said Vi. “You know, with nothing over your tushy.” Her smile widened. “Botty out.”

An image appeared in Rosie’s mind of herself marching outside in her tank top, her shoes, and nothing in between, with her nude bottom jiggling and her privates on display. “That’s… That’s…” That’s crazy. That’s insane. “That’s silly!” she blurted. She was blushing hotly. Only babies wandered around with their tushies out! “I’m not gonna go bare… bare bummed.” Again, the words felt strange in her head, like they were bouncing around inside her skull. She became suddenly aware of the way her underwear had ridden up uncomfortably between her cheeks, and how her shorts were chafing against her bare skin.

“No?” said her sister, cocking her head. “How about bare boobied then?” she grinned, cupping her own breasts in her hands and jostling them.

Rosie let out a soft groan as another wave of dizziness passed over her. What was going on? She could see herself clearly in her mind, standing with her hands on her hips and her perky breasts out, grinning stupidly, and for a moment she thought how wonderful it would be to take off her top and throw away her bra (maybe even all her bras). She blushed even more fiercely. She was a grown woman! She couldn’t stand about topless like a little girl on the beach, no more than she could go bare bottomed like a naughty toddler who’d decided to strip off her nappy and run around in the buff. But she was conscious now of the tightness of her bra, the way her skin almost seemed to itch beneath it, hot and sweaty. “Noooo…” she whined, shaking her head. “Not gonna… Not gonna do that…”

“Are you sure?” her sister cooed. “Sure you don’t want to take off your panties? Sure you don’t want to get those big boobies out of that nasty bra? Are you sure it’s not nakie time for little Rosie?”

“Ugghhhh…” Rosie moaned in displeasure as Violet’s words echoed in her mind once again, and she pictured herself running around the house totally nude, and then out into the garden, giggling and hopping about playfully with all her assets on display. She felt a rush of fear and embarrassment at how real it seemed. This wasn’t right! She looked into her sister’s face and saw the malicious glitter in her eyes. Violet was doing something to her. She didn’t know how, but her little sister was messing with her head!

“Come on, Rosie,” Violet teased. “Don’t fight it. Big sissy knows what you want! Do I need to say it again?”

“Not… Not big sissy,” Rosie mumbled. Her words felt awkward and wrong, like she couldn’t get them out right. “You the liddle sissy!”

Violet shook her head, still smiling, and keeping her eyes fixed on her older sister like a predator. “Oh no, I don’t think so, Rosie,” she said. “I don’t think it’s possible to be much littler than you! You’re just a silly little baby who likes to run round naked.”

“Nu… Nu-uh!” Rosie whined. “I don’t!”

“Oh yes you do, sweetie,” said Violet. “And you’re about to show it. Because like I said, it’s nakie time for little Rosie.”

This time when the words resounded inside her head, it felt as if they were washing everything else away, leaving behind only a pleasant tingling. Brainwashing, Rosie had time to think, before her thoughts disappeared. I’m being brainwashed. But then there were only happy tingles left, and a smile tugged at the young woman’s lips.

***

Violet grinned at her older sister as she watched the slightly vacant look enter her eyes. It had worked! Weeks and weeks of hypnotic conditioning had finally paid off! Her friends crowded round eagerly, giggling at the sight of Rosie’s vapid expression.

Rosie looked down at herself, and her smile slipped. A pout appeared on her face. “Wan’ off,” she cried, fidgeting with her clothes, and Violet was thrilled to see that tears were actually appearing in her cold, snarky, older sister’s eyes.

“Awww,” one of her friends crooned. Violet knew Rosie’s mind was too regressed to pick up on her mocking tone. “Are those big girl clothes all icky, sweetie? Don’t you like them?”

Rosie was trying to take off her shorts, but her hands were desperate and clumsy. She started to cry.

“Here, let me help, baby sis,” Violet said, and she brushed Rosie’s hands aside and tugged her shorts down her legs in one swift movement. Rosie helped by kicking them off happily. “That’s a good girl!” Violet laughed. “Panties next, sweetie. I know you don’t want them on either, and in any case they’re not nearly absorbent enough!” She slid Rosie’s underwear off and tossed them aside, and another of her friends reached out and patted Rosie’s bare bottom, making her squeal delightedly at the attention.

Violet removed Rosie's shoes, then moved on to her sister’s top half while her friends fussed and cooed over the oversized toddler. “Arms up!” she ordered, and Rosie did as she was told. Violet pulled her tank top off and reached round to unclasp her bra, letting it drop to the floor to reveal her large tits. Violet had always been a little jealous of her sister’s figure, but now she just smirked at the sight of Rosie’s big boobs wobbling stupidly on her chest. “What a good girl you’re being!” she cooed in her most syrupy sweet voice, and Rosie started bouncing on the balls of her feet in pleasure, both at the praise and at the wonderful feeling of her nakedness.

Violet took her sister’s hand and led her back through the house into the kitchen, with her friends bringing up the rear, laughing at the sight of Rosie’s jiggling derriere. “Now Rosie,” she said seriously, coming to a halt in the middle of the kitchen. Violet let go of her sister’s hand and took something white and crinkly out of a carboard box on the table. She unfolded the thick adult nappy and held it out for her sister to see. “You have to put your nappy on now, okay?”

“No!” Rosie shrieked, her face screwed up with anger. “No naffy!” She stomped her foot on the ground furiously. “WANNA BARE BUM-BUM!”

Violet’s friends cackled with laughter, but Violet just stood there patiently, trying her best not to join in. “Well okay, sweetie,” she said gently, “but that means you have to stay outside, okay? I don’t want to clean up any puddles on the carpet.”

“Kay,” Rosie agreed.

“And if you need to do a poo, come and tell big sissy. We’ll put your nappy on so you can poop in it, then we’ll change you straight away so you can go back to being a nakie girl. Does that sound good?”

“Uh-hu!” Rosie chirped.

“Good girl!” Violet laughed, while her friends howled with mirth or made noises of disgust. “Now let’s go outside!” She left Rosie’s nappy on the table and took her sister’s hand again, leading her out through the back doors of the kitchen and into the back garden, a wide green lawn rimmed with flower beds. The sprinklers were on, sending arcs of water over the grass, and there were large fences all around – though they were sufficiently far out in the countryside that they wouldn’t have to worry about what the neighbours might think about a grown woman strutting nude into the garden. The sky was bright blue and cloudless, and it was hot enough even for Rosie in her birthday suit.

A table and some chairs sat just outside the door, under the shade of an umbrella, where Violet’s friends settled themselves with glasses of white wine, but Violet led her sister further out onto the grass and gave her a pat on her bottom. “Off you go and play, Rosie!” she said, with an evil grin her infantilised sister couldn’t see. “It’s lovely and sunny out, isn’t it? Mum and Dad are only gone for a week, but that’s plenty of time to get rid of all those silly tan lines!”

Rosie giggled and ran over to jump and play in the sprinklers, getting nice and cool in the water. Violet took a seat with her friends and sipped on her glass of wine, smirking as she watched her older sister prance about in the streams, showing off her ass and making her boobs slosh about all over the place.

“This is perfect,” Violet purred, as Rosie bent over, mooning them with her bum and chortling at them between her legs.

“She looks so stupid!” said one of her friends gleefully.

“I think she’s adorable!” cooed another.

“She’s both,” said Violet with satisfaction. “She’s my cute, dumb, little big sister, and I much prefer her this way.”

“Are you going to keep her like this?”

“Only for a week or so,” said Violet. “After that, our parents get home and it might be a little hard to explain.” The girls tittered. “I don’t think I’ll let her go totally back to normal though,” Violet went on, smiling darkly. “I might keep one or two things the way they are right now.”

“Like what?”

Violet was about to answer when she laughed suddenly and pointed at her sister. Her friends looked over and burst into laughter too when they saw what Rosie was doing. She was standing in the middle of the garden with her thumb in her mouth, peeing onto the grass between her feet.

“That’s what I want to keep,” said Violet, with relish. “She’ll get her adult mind back and have no memory of this, but her toilet training is going to stay gone.”

“So she’ll actually need diapers?”

“Yep.”

“Ewww!”

“I’m also going to keep her desire to get naked. It won’t be active all the time, but sometimes she’ll just be struck by this overwhelming urge to strip off her clothes and run around with her bottom out – at least while she’s in the house, anyway. As fun as it would be to watch my goody-goody sister go streaking in the mall, I’d rather not get the police involved.”

“When you say she’ll have this urge to strip off, that includes her diaper, right? Won’t she make a mess?”

“Oh yes,” Violet laughed. “Our parents aren’t going to be very happy with her! Rosie’s always been the ‘well-behaved’ daughter in their eyes, but I think that might change once she starts ripping her nappies off and peeing on the carpets. And of course, going to college will be a total write-off. I’ll be the one going off to university in a couple of years, but I think Rosie will be better off right here with Mummy and Daddy to keep an eye on her.”

Before she they could say any more, they were interrupted by Rosie, who rushed over to them with her hands clasped tightly over her bare bum. “Big sissy!” she wailed desperately. “I GOTTA GO POO-POO!”

Her friends erupted into gales of laughter yet again, and Violet got to her feet, grinning broadly, to fetch her sister’s nappy.