Now sit on the toilet while I get your shoes and socks off. Let's get you cleaned up and into some clean ones." He takes me by the hand and leads me into the bathroom. "Lets see." He lifts up the front of my skirt and puts his hand between my legs and squishes my wet knickers. "It's O.K., sweetheart," he says, now that I`m home. I didn't want to squat and pull my knickers down `cos there were people around, so I just stood behind a gravestone, spread my feet apart and let it go. I told him I'd been taking a short-cut through the cemetery and I couldn't hold it any longer. I thought my Dad would be mad about me peeing in my knickers, but he was really cool about it. We live in a suburban house with a big garden and swimming pool in a town in the Southeast of England. Those boys are all immature idiots, anyway, so I don't care. Maybe it's the granny glasses that I have to wear. I hope Daddy's being serious about me being pretty, `cos none of the boys at my school pay any attention to me.
I wear an Alice band or sometimes a ponytail. I love you like you are." One thing I do like about myself is my long blonde hair, almost down to my waist. He says, "Thin little girls grow up to be super models. I can't wait for my titties and my pubic hair to grow and my body to get curvy. I guess my face is O.K., `cos I have these big blue eyes, but I still look like a child. When I look in the mirror, I see a thin little girl with no boobs, narrow hips and skinny legs. My daddy says I'm the prettiest girl in the world, but I don't think so.