The Mix-Up

Dressing Down

Jenna pulled Maeve up the stairs, and asked the girl which one her bedroom was. Naturally, Maeve led her to her actual bedroom in an attempt to save her dignity, but Jenna quickly caught on and led her down the hall to the next room. "You really are a feisty one huh?" Jenna muttered, "I'm going to have to keep an eye on you"

The pair entered Sara's room, and Jenna quickly took in the shockingly large area. Glancing over at Maeve, she could tell that none of the clothes were what Sara should be wearing. *I don't remember middle school years well, but I know I wasn't wearing stuff like that* She thought to herself. "Okay Sara" the babysitter said, causing Maeve to wince like she'd been struck. "I'm going to ask a question, and we can do it the easy way or the hard way. Are you wearing appropriate underwear, or did you take your sisters?" Maeve paused for a moment before responding, weighing her options. She wanted to lie and say she wasn't, but no doubt Jenna would be checking. Her parents definitely gave her a lot of authority given the issues Sara can cause. And if the sitter was to check, she was toast. Planning on going out later, Maeve was wearing a white thong with golden faux-gems along the waistband. Maeve made up her mind, and reluctantly responded, "I'm not wearing anything appropriate" she said, "Good girl" Jenna coo-ed. *Alright, that's just ridiculous* thought Maeve. *I'm supposed to be 12, not 6, or a dog for that matter*

"Okay Sara you take a seat on the bed and I'll pick out an outfit for you, alright?" Jenna moved over to the wardrobe and began opening and closing the drawers, taking stock of the situation. *I don't want to be too harsh on her, but the outfit she's wearing is way too mature for a 12 year old. Paul wasn't lying* she thought. *I have to give her something that sets the tone here* Finally, Jenna found a garment that satisfied her. She turned around and tossed it to Maeve, saying, "Here, put these on. I will be checking once you're all clothed, so don't try anything" Maeve looked down at what she'd caught, and found a pair of Sara's old panties staring at her. Not even new ones that were at least somewhat mature. Nope, these were white cotton bikini cuts with a light blue trim and Cinderella decals scattered across the surface. Reluctantly, while Jenna was searching for more clothes Maeve took off the thong and slipped on the new underwear. To her surprise, they fit well, maybe even being a little on the big side. Sara had been a bigger kid than she'd realized.

Next up was the bra, and Jenna decided it was still a good idea to give the girl one of her bras. *I want to embarrass her a little bit, but she is still developing there regardless of the age I dress her in* thought Jenna. She tossed Maeve a pastel pink training bra, and once again Maeve found it to be a good fit. She wasn't well endowed in her chest area, and the compression of the bra just made it so she seemed to have nothing at all. She grimaced. *I can't let Sara see me in this, but it's inevitable.* Jenna moved over to the bottom drawers in the wardrobe, and quickly found what she was looking for. She pulled out a ruffled purple skirt with a pretty floral design, and once again gave it to Maeve, who at this point was putting the clothes on without thinking too much about it.

Finally, Jenna moved to the closet to find a top. After a minute of searching she pulled out a white top with a very similar floral pattern to the skirt. It had puffy sleeves and the similar pattern made it an easy choice. She threw it to Maeve, and watched the girl put it on, confirming that she was no longer wearing the mature bra. She asked her charge to quickly lift her skirt, and to her surprise Maeve made no fuss, lifting it up to reveal Cinderella smiling out. "There we go, that wasn't so bad now was it?" Asked Jenna. "I don't see why you have to dress me like I'm 8 again." Complained Maeve. "I have to teach you a lesson." Responded Jenna. "Now, you won't dress like this again, will you?" She got no response.

"Anyways, time for hair!" Before Maeve could protest Jenna had grabbed a brush and a few hair ties and went to work on Maeve's slightly beyond shoulder length hair. Working quickly and with evident experience, she smoothed out any knots and put the hair ties in place. Leading Maeve to the mirror in the corner, she asked what the girl thought. Maeve's face went from displeased to upset upon seeing her new hairstyle. Instead of something basic like a high pony or a simple braid, the babysitter had given her two pigtails, only accentuating her childish look. "Oh come on Jenna. Can't you just let me wear it down?" "What did I say earlier?" The babysitter asked, and again got no response. "Now let's go back downstairs, I'm getting really hungry." She took Maeve's hand and like you would a small child led her back down the stairs. Maeve knew Sara was waiting, and tried to pull away from the sitters grasp, but it was no use. The pair re-entered the living room. Sara looked up from her phone as they did, and although Jenna might not have picking up on it, Maeve instantly spotted her younger sister's shit eating grin. *How in the world can I get out of this?* She thought.