From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: It could be worse!   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
         It was a mistake to even object, Kirsten figured out later.   
         "But Mom!  I can't wear this!"  Kirsten held up the one-   
   piece uniform.  Each almost skintight dress had been custom-   
   fitted to each ballplayer; molding itself to the girl's body   
   almost like it was painted on.  Slight padding emphasized the   
   already budding breasts of the barely pre-teen girl; and the   
   bottom of the skirt barely fell below the child's hips enough to   
   cover up the supplied white panties that were in stark contrast   
   to navy-blue, almost black dress.  When she sat down, it was   
   impossible to sit without at least a slight occasional "panty   
   shot" being noticeable; and the white panties made it certain   
   that anybody looking couldn't help but notice the indentation the   
   girl's sex made in the white material.  In fact, the three pairs   
   of custom-fitted panties that came with each uniform all seem to   
   have a crease molded right into the material . . . just to   
   emphasize the girl's slit underneath.   
         "Why not?" asked her mother reasonably.  "It's much better   
   made than those cheap outfits the vacuum-cleaner house supplied   
   you girls with last year."   
         This was true enough.  The dress, while short, was made of   
   far sturdier material; and yet was much softer as well.  Unlike   
   the pants and cheap shirt the girls had worn the year before,   
   this outfit looked like it would easily last two or even three   
   seasons . . . only the girl would outgrow it long before then.   
   "You remember all the complaints we had last year about the   
   uniform quality . . . well this year the manager found an   
   organization willing to supply real quality uniforms for you   
   girls; as long as they got to do the design, and put their logo   
   on it.  I'd think you girls would be grateful."   
         "Some organization . . . Local Child-Molesters   
   International," said Kirsten, holding up the outfit.  "Look at   
   this Mom!  I can't wear an outfit that says this!"  Kirsten held   
   up the short little dress to her front, so the lettering was   
   fully visible.  What bugged her most was the implied meaning of   
   wearing a uniform promoting such an outfit; followed closely by   
   the way the lettering spelled out something she couldn't bring   
   herself to say out loud.  Just like some semi-humorous shirts the   
   girl had seen other teenagers wear, saying thing like:   
               I like   
               B.U.M.   
             Equipment   
         This dress was similarly emblazoned with the name of the   
   organization supplying the uniforms; just like all previous   
   suppliers had their names on the cheaper uniforms previously   
   supplied.  It was Kirsten's misfortune to have picked Number-two   
   for her team outfit, before knowing who the sponsor was; thus   
   just emphasizing the almost obscene message.   
         "Nonsense," replied her mother.  "They don't molest   
   children.  Every one of those girls are highly paid professional   
   actresses, whose parents have trained them almost since birth.   
   Nobody there is forcing girls to have sex; the kids all love   
   it . . . you can see it from their faces."   
      
      
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         "Yeah . . . like you said, they're all professional   
   actresses," replied Kirsten, somewhat bitterly.  Couldn't her   
   team have found ANYBODY other than the local "Fraternal Union of   
   Childporn Kindersluts" to sponsor the girls?   
         Once again she blushed at the message the dress seemed to   
   give the world, as the recognition, her number, and the initials   
   of the sponsor appeared in three lines on both back and front:   
               I like   
                 2   
              F.U.C.K.   
         "Mom, she objected weakly, one last time.  Can't you see   
   what it SAYS?"   
         Her mother shrugged.  "So what?" she asked.  "You're 12   
   years old now . . . I should think that letting the world know   
   you like sex wouldn't matter.  Anyway, we don't have much choice;   
   as the courts ruled that the suppliers of the uniforms can decide   
   what the outfits look like . . . as long as the uniforms cover   
   the genitals properly; which with those white panties, these do."   
         At her daughter's raised hand and open mouth in objection,   
   the woman continued, "And you certainly don't need to worry about   
   the members of F.U.C.K. molesting YOU . . . you're much too old   
   for them.  I hear they don't hire ANY girls to perform in their   
   erotic films with older men after they reach the age of 9, and   
   most are a lot younger; preferring virgins when they start   
   out . . . I hope YOU aren't still a virgin.  Are you?"   
         Wordlessly the little girl shook her head.  Kirsten was NOT   
   going to admit to her mother she had only lost her hated cherry   
   barely 8 months earlier . . . and then having to resort to her   
   own brother to do the job.  The girl was not THAT bad looking; it   
   seeming to be her almost pristine attitude that had kept older   
   men and boys from making passes at her before.   
         "Besides," her mother said; looking a the sexy figure her   
   daughter made in the "kinderslut" outfit that almost mimicked the   
   ones she had seen little 10-year-old porno-stars wear before   
   losing their clothes in the inevitable orgy you always saw on   
   film these days, when little girls were cast opposite adult   
   males.  "It could have been worse."   
         "Yeah, right," said Kirsten bitterly; wondering just how   
   things could be worse than going out to play ball in an outfit   
   that wasn't just an invitation to rape, but declared in large   
   letters to the entire world that the pubescent and nubile young   
   girl wearing the outfit enjoyed sex tremendously . . . even if it   
   WAS true; it was as embarrassing as heck!  What could be worse   
   than that?   
      
         Kirsten found out at the first game against a team from   
   across town.  To her almost disappointed surprise, not one of the   
   leering men in the stands more than glanced at her and her cute   
   teammates in their sexy little "kinderslut" outfits that suddenly   
   seemed almost demure, as the other girls' team walked out on the   
   field.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
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         Short tops, bare midriff, micro-minis slit down the side,   
   all in matching black satin barely covered the opponents.  The   
   short little tube-tops were barely large enough to hold the   
   numerals identifying each player, along with the sponsor   
   identification and the player's number between them, with a #   
   symbol that looked more like a dollar sign preceding it.  Player   
   #25 on the other team got Kirsten's attention most  The short   
   little tube top on the long-haired brunette read:   
               I.M.A.   
                $.25   
              W.H.O.R.E   
   while long fishnet stockings, and black shoes covered the girls'   
   legs.  To complete the outfit, each girl had a conductor's metal   
   change-machine belted to the front of the short little skirt.   
      
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