Now that you have heard her lies. let me tell you the truth. Little Christine Daryleanne Paradise is our very special Rubber Little Girl but it wan not always like that. She was left here by her mommy who had two other lovely little girls, when she was three, becuase Christine was more than she could handle. Her mommy must have asked a Fairy to make sure that she had a little girl and got more than for what she bargained. We knew right away that Little Christine was part Fairy, with whom we are very close friends, some of our girls grow up to marry Fairies, because her head was not large in proportion to her body as with other little ones, she was VERY tall and well developed for her age, in both looks and speech, her soft, sweet high voice and her indigo eyes and very metallic blonde hair. we knew she was only part Fairy because Fairies do not have their hair color and eye color before they turn 4. Also, Chrsitne, like anyone with any Fairy in her cannot stand to have anything pink and especially any rubber on their bodies. All of this being true, we welcomed Christine with open arms. We went out of our way to avoid having anything pink or rubber touch her. We got baby panties for her where the rubber was between two layers of cloth. when we changed her, we put cloth over the rubber changing pad. Also, we followed Fairy customs with her, putting her in below the knee dresses and always having a tiara on her as is done with Fairy girls when they turn 2-1/2. We planned to spare her from the rubber chastity training that our girls get at four years of age since she already hated rubber and since Fairies have a sense of chastity built into them so there was nothing to be gained and if other girls did not like that she was let to have longer dresses that was too bad, Christine was part Fairy and that is how Fairies need to be dresses; besides, it was in their interest since she would be a loving companion to them if they or we did not antagonize her without cause.

With those accommodations for her fairy-ness, Christine was a joy to have. If you ever get a chance to get a Fairy or part Fairy little girl, do take her. Christine's bright, bouncy little personality made her a sunny day on legs. She was a whirl and flutter of skirts, golden hair and sparkles as she ran to and fro, eager to love and please. Having her sit on your lap, with the flower smell of a happy Fairylet, running one's hand through hair that feels like pearl satin, her adorable little voice, looking into those indigo eyes and the extra special little Fairy kisses was a treat for whoever had her. She was already daytime dry. But she hated her name since it reminded her of how her mommy used to rubber-chastize her so we called her either "Chrissie" or "Chris". We would apologize if we called her "Christine" or if we let rubber touch her and made sure to tell her that it was an accident, which it was although when these things happened, Christine did not complain in the least. We loved her burstingly and each of us had her own way of showing it. Housemistress Sandra loved to kiss the top of Christine's head with all that scrumptious hair, I used to like to put my had under her skirts a little and gently massage her knee or knees, Chastity Nurse Tina and a couple of others enjoyed feeling the band of Christine's tiara. Christine let us do these without fail or complaint. I remember a time when she come up to where I was sitting, lifted her skirt just up to the knee and said "Nursie?". When she would turn four, Christine would start to grow in other ways, these had to do with the magic she would learn to use and we could not wait until she would get her first "baby" magic wand. Even at 3-1/4, she would hold any stick she found out like a wand. pointed at an object and her face would screw up clearly showing that she was concentrating hard on something. We did not tell her that she was part Fairy because we wanted her to feel like a normal girl, then spring it on her as a nice surprise. We would have her learn to play the Fairy Dulcichord, which is a wonderful sounding triple-stigned instruemtn. We could not wait until she turned 8 when Housemistress Sandra, I or both of us would dress her in a thick satin-covered diaper, rubber-covered satin panties and rubber-covered babydoll like we often wear and take her to bed. How woderful she would feel and how happy she would be.

But when she was 3-1/2, that all changed. It was the night that Lisa, Housemistress' niece was to have her prom. She was going with a lovely girl named Marilyn Renee and it was thought that they would announce their engagement. Well, Lisa was in her prom dress and took Christine to sit on her lap. It was not bedtime yet so Christine did not have rubber panties and a diaper on and she wet, ruining the lovely gown. When we asked what happened Christine said that she asked to be put down so she could go wet but that Lisa said that she did not want to put Christine down just yet and she will just have to hold it like a big girl. Lisa denied that so who were we to believe? Lisa would not lie and sometimes Fairies do bad things. We managed to get another gown for Lisa but since it was below the knee, Marilyn did not like it and broke up with Lisa after the prom. Lisa was shattered and Housemistress Sandra was absolutely enraged, She snatched Chrsitne from her bed and took her into the Punishment Room and threw her on the rubber covered mattress and wanted to break every bone in the little girl's body and would have, too, but she saw the way the rubber was making Chrsitine wriggle around and scream and said "Our little girl does not like the rubber does she? Well, I have a VERY good idea. From now on that is all you will feel on your little body. Rubber diapers, rubber panties, rubber tops, rubber dresses and skirts and jumpers that are WAY up above the knee, rubber bedlinens and no nice satin, no comfy cotton and no silks EVER! Just RUBBE: Chris-TINE!!

I was in the family room conforting Lisa: I could hear Christine screaming pathetically and the rubber being used on her for about twenty minutes with Sandra occasionally saying "How do you like that ChrisTINE", "There is much more where that came from; ChrisTINE" and other things, being sure to use the girl's name that we had never callled her before. The last sound out of Christine was a vicious cat's snarl that trailed off into gagging then retching that sent a chill up my spine then I heard Sandra say "you would throu up on me you miserable littl cretin" followed by a thump and a whimper. After that, Sandra carried the little girl in swaddled in a rubber sheet, whimpering and feebly struggling . I looked at the little girl and saw an expression that I had seen only in pictures in Fairyland: One of supremem hatred, absolute fear and utter despair, and other feelings that are special to Fairies Which menat that Sandra had gone beyond a point from which there was no coming back, If Christine had any strength left, she would have sunk her powerful teeth into Sandra or thrown an object at her with her full might which was sufficient to support her weight. All the good memories of Sandra had vanished and could never be recovered. About 4000 years ago for about 2100 years, the dark-haired, dark-eyed Fairies enslaved the lighter ones whom they called "the Blondes", Part of that was dressing them only in pink rubber and diapers and mistreating them horribly. So horrible was the treatment that every Fairy's body has the memory of it built in even today. If you put anything pink directly on a Fairy's body, it is excruciating, not poinful but kind of tickly to the point where it "eats her up" and if it is pink rubber, well... It became sport to see how badly one could torment a "blondie", particularly a bride. The look of Christine was that of a bride in the worst part of her wedding ceremony. The pupils of her eyes had gone to the extreme outside of each eye and her jaw was slack. Sandra said "Bridget, if you love Lisa and me, I want every minute of this girl's life to be filled with humiliation, being wet, being smelly and rubber and she is to be called 'Christine' from now on, You are a Rubber Lady among the Fairies, I am sure you can do this; PLease" Well, I love Sandra and Lisa and this little miscreant had caused them so much hurt that I would do this if I coul bring myself to it.I said to her "Sandra, this child will never be the same, You have pushed her to the point that the Fairies called 'petalless thorns'. Any good feelings she had toward us and how to make or keep them, are forgotten. You have awakened the 'Malicia's Dragon' from the Pink Horror. Unless I do something that has not been done in over 1000 years, you will never be able to turn your back on her in saety again. Just because she is only 3-1/2 does not mean that she can not do severe damage, and if I do not do something, who is to say what she will do when she is 8 or 18. There are things to be done but even at Fairy Rubber Nursing School,these are not taught and only the most advanced Rubber Ladies know them. Maybe Donastella Tarilyn knows them or how to find them. You have not broken any bones and Christine will be lethargic for a few days. The first thng we must do is change her bed linens to rubber and remove all the exposed non-rubber materials from her room and wardrobe. Her clothes will fit a girl up to 5 years old and there are at least two of them who would love to have her dresses after we redo the hems above the knee. Miss Belinda can do this as a sewing class project for the eighhth graders. The sixth graders, all of whome have been making doll clothes since they were 8 years old can make a wardrobe of rubber skrts, blouses, jumpbers and dresses: The girls will be thrilled to get some experience with making rubber clothes and see their handiwork being used in real life. This will also be helped that almost half of what Christine will be dressed in will be babydolls. We can start with just rubber underthings while we do that since we have a good supply and Rachel will be happy to help us. In about two weeks Christine will be our perfect litle rubber girl and a perfect companion to Monica" This was Friday night so that by Monday Belinda and I could have the measurements and the first batch of material. There were 10 girls and each would be givena life-size doll of Christine. There were 4 weks of school left so at about 3 outfits per girl per week that would be about 120 outfits and we only needed about 20 so the girls could keep the rest for their dolls and trade among themselves. As I knew would happen each of the sixth grad girls ended up with a full rubber girl layette for her Chrstine doll which they take to bed with them. Belinda enlisted the aid of Diana who teaches sixth grade Social Studies and used this to teach about some of the Fairies' history and customs and I used it to teach a bit about Rubber Nursing as an after-school project for all who wanted to join

When we told the Fairies, they agreed with us and the Rubber Fairy even helps, sometimes spending a night or weekend with us just to make sure the Christine knows that NOBODY loves her, but it seems that the Tooth Fairy and Tiara Fairy are out to spoil things, either becuase they feel sorry for Christine or just to antagonize Rubber Fairy, whom they dislike. It cannot be that they love this creature that would turn on us so viley: And she still denies doing what she did.

For the first week, I did not know how I would accept making Christine absolutely miserable, having heard her sweet little voice, run my hand through that scrumptious hair and caressed her littl knees (teasing her about them being bony until she giggled herself silly) and tasted those Fairy kisses and even though we did not call her "Christine" it was such a sweet name for a sweet little Fairy girl that I would think it to myself, but nature settled that for us. Soon we began to enjoy hearing Christine cry and sob and whimper and we enjoy feeling her rubber skirts, rubber jumpers, rubber dresses and rubber babydolls and under them, between her cute littl legs. I still get to feel her scrumptious little kness while massaging them with rubber, which is even better. We love feeling her wriggling energetically bot oh-so-helplessly as we massage her body with her rubber clothes and love tickling her into submission and hearing first her giggles, then her screams and then her whimpering as she grows more and more helpless. I do not know which Christine Daryleanne I enjoy more, the Little Miss Sunshine I used to sooo love or the pathetic little dolly who is mine to do with as I please. Under her baby diaper is a rubber diaper made so that when Christine wets the wet goes into the cloth that she cannot feel. We love to lift her short little skirts or just get under them and rub her rubber panties, of which she always has at least 3 on and then rub between her legs so that the rubber diaper gives her a wetsy. And her name, Christine, is just sooooo adorably rubber that it just fits her so well, it is just sooo scrumptious to feel the rubber, hear her cry and say her name to her when she is having the wetsy and getting all those nasty rubber-diaper feeling.

Miss Sandra, Lisa, Andrea Lynne and I love to do an old Sryl (from the Fairies "Pink Horror") thing with Christine that the Ladies did with their "little blondie" slaves, who were also kept as rubber girls. It was called "Flowering". We tickle Christine until she can move only weakly and is pretty helpless but not so much that she cannot feel what is being done to her. Any girl who has been heavily tickled knows what that is liike. We put a rubber apron on take Christine over to a rocking chair, sit her in our lap and rock. As we rock we gently massage her body in different places wo that the rubber moves along it and she feels that. We make this take three or four hours. As we do this we sing what the Sryl call "flower songs" and recite "flower poetry". Flower songs and poetry were about how rubber feels on the flower and written and recited in the Fairy language, called "Parla". it was designed to convey in sound, the feelings of the rubber on the flower and body. At the end, and the girl knows this is going to happen, will come one of the worst wetsies short of Fidget, which the girl, in this case, Christine, knows is going to happen to her. This is a common punishment here but is seldom done in Fairland. This is so excruciating that the victim is bedridden for a day and a half. And the Lady enjoys every bit of it, which the girl knows

We put other girls' rubber pnties in bed with Christine. This is like letting the girl whose rubber panties they were wet on Christine. Sometimes we hold the part of the rubber panties that goes between the legs against her lips and wetsy her. When something is held against her lips, a Fairy or part-Fairy will kiss it which means that Christine is kissing rubber panties while she is getting a wetsy. Also when a girl visits here and plays with Christine quite a bit. We give her one of the rubber panties that was on Christine to keep, and a satin covered diaper so that she can give herself yummies while fondling the panties. Christine knows this and it is like the girl is getting feelies on Christine. She hates both of these and cries soooo sweetly

As with any little girl after a good does of rubber, Christine is now a permanant wetter and smells like it, too, which makes you want to feel her rubber panties just ever so much. Often, two persons will end up fighting over who gets to change Christine and have the pleasure of tucking that yummy material between her legs and pantying her slowly. Christine is just so cutely pathetic that it brings out the nasty in anyone just to hear her cry with her sweet little voice. Little Miss Andrea Lynne, who is one of our special favorite girls and let to wear much longer dresses and skirts than other girls her age, and I like to sit on a rocking chair, put a rubber lap pad or apron over our dress, sit Christine on our lap and rock for hours, in the manner of the Sryl, like a "blondie" slave of whose we dress Christine most of the time, in the short little frilled babydoll. While feeling and fondling her, Andrea Lynne kisses Christine on the lips or tiara, making sure that she feels every bit of what is happening to her. After the wetsy, she has to be put to bed for the rest of the day and night which she usually spends whimpering and sobbing. and like the Sryl, we call her our little bridelet, blondie, baby doll or other Sryl "pet name". Rubber Fairy's little Kirianne likes to do that, too and occasionally Lady Rubber does, also, and taught Andrea Lynne some of the cuter Sryl "flower songs" that the little girls used to sing while practicing on their blondie, especially the life-size bride doll. We shall make Christine rue the day she wet on Lisa's prom gown

As you can see, this is all her own little fault and none of this would happen if she were not such a proud little harridan who needs all the rubber we can make her wear. Do not let those tears and her little sob stories fool you.

Now, just what do we plan to do with Christine? Well, Lisa is going with one of the other girls heer, 14 year old Michelle, who she has been interested in since Michelle was 10, evne while she was going with Marilyn Renee. We have arranged it so that Michelle will marry Lisa when they are both of age in about 5 years. They will adopt Christine and our very special Andrea Lynne, who we love burstingly. Andra Lynne has been so very good at making Christine cry and so loves doing this to her and feeling all that rubber, and may become a Rubber Nurse, that we have pre-engaged them. Also, Rubber Fairy has a wonderful little girl named Kirianne who we also love dearly. She and Andrea love each other to just pieces and Rubber Fairy just loves Andrea soooo much. If you read in the Library about how Fairies used to choose brides in the olden days. We and Rubber Fairy plan to marry Andrea, Kirianne and Christine in a Sryl wedding in which Christine will be the bride. Now persons who marry Fairies or who have their favor are made able to live as long as they do and Christine is part Fairy so you can see that she will do more than her share of crying..