Dominique says bye-bye to Mr and Mrs Delacroix without any idea what she was about to get into. I am sitting on the couch, in my short tee shirt, socks with sneakers, and with my hair in pigtails. Despite my young appearance, I tell Dominique that I'm actually not young at all, but that I'm still like a at heart. I have to admit that I'm scared of being alone. In fact, I still like to play pretend games, like having my babysitter to dress up as Bat Woman, Wonder Woman, or some other kind of super-heroine. To illustrate, I grab a pile of some of my favorites clothes: everything from panties t...

Dominique says bye-bye to Mr and Mrs Delacroix without any idea what she was about to get into. I am sitting on the couch, in my short tee shirt, socks with sneakers, and with my hair in pigtails. Despite my young appearance, I tell Dominique that I'm actually not young at all, but that I'm still like a at heart. I have to admit that I'm scared of being alone. In fact, I still like to play pretend games, like having my babysitter to dress up as Bat Woman, Wonder Woman, or some other kind of super-heroine. To illustrate, I grab a pile of some of my favorites clothes: everything from panties to Rugrats PJs, peeling off my outfit and giving Dominique a nice little fashion show. After she sees my panties from underneath my jeans, we start confessing things to each other. I confess how I am still obsessed with clothes, and Dominique confesses that she has to wear a pad in her undies because, at her size, she has a panty-wetting problem. I say it's OK and candidly point out that I am still a nightly bedwetter. Dominique is surprised by this, so I add that I was potty-trained very late, never being able to stay dry at night. I continue to show off my training bras, panties, and even my Potty Patty training pants! Joining in, Dominique models her large, white granny panties for me.