Josie And The Pussy Cats take a trip to Pago Pago

Chapter 12
Bon Voyage, Pussycat!

Chapter Description: The gang heads home after their moderately successful tour.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I bring to your attention a rising star who will perform for your entertainment only! I bring you the great Alexandra! Come up on stage and show them what you can do!” Announced Josie with a playful grin.

Alexandra, age 10, came up on stage wearing a darling ballerina’s pink tutu with white tights covering her pudgy legs and ballerina shoes on her tiny feet. Her chunky, childish body with its slightly protruding belly added to her immature charm, and the grimace on her face betrayed her not being too thrilled at the moment.

Josie had come up with her punishment as a fun way for her to make amends for her prior shenanigans. “You’re always insisting you should be on stage, Alexandra, here’s your chance!”

Josie played a simple tune on her guitar while Melody provided the beat using a small tom drum as Alexandra began her song.

“I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle,” she put her hand on her hip. Her adorable cuteness awed the crowd.
“Here is my spout,” she put her opposite arm out straight. The childish ballerina now imitated a teapot.

“When I get all steamed up
Hear me shout!
Tip me over
and pour me out!” she leaned over on her spout side to show the emptying of Alexandra the teapot.

The crowd gave the red-faced ballerina a warm round of applause. She bowed stiffly, then ran off stage to pull off her ballerina outfit and burn it.

Alan quipped, “I don’t think she’ll ever live that down!”

Alex stopped recording the scene on his cell phone and asked, “You want a copy?”

Of course, Alexandra was still her spiteful self, and being humiliated would not make her change her nature. She attempted to steal Melody’s trinket to grow up, but the result wasn’t what she had in mind. For the next day, she walked around with her body the size of a teenager that still maintained the prepubescent features of a child.

“Looks like you missed the puberty bus, Alexandra!” tee-heed Melody.

After several more attempts, all failing, she sulked by herself on the beach, making sand castles and destroying them by stomping on them. She found it rather therapeutic.

With a blast from its foghorns, the steamer that had dropped them off on the island announced its presence. The Pussycats had one last performance before they boarded her in the early morning of the next day.

For the warming act, they dressed Alexandra up in a Bubblegum Pop style. A bright pink blouse, a high waist pleated skirt with a crosshatch pattern while hot pink knee-high boots complimented white stockings. She knew how terrible she looked, but at least it wasn’t a tutu!

“Yummy, yummy, yummy I’ve got love in my tummy!” she wailed into the microphone in flat tones. To call her “musically talented” would be charitable. The audience gave her a smattering of applause before she ran offstage to change out of the horrid outfit. She was getting better at accepting punishment for her actions, at least!

After an energetic show to a packed house, the Pussycats performed several encore songs and went back to their hotel rooms tired but happy. Alex counted up the box office receipts and found that they’d made a decent profit after he paid the expenses.

As they boarded the steamer, the captain gave greetings, ignored their trinkets, and didn’t ask questions about Alexandra’s youthful appearance.

“Well, it looks like your visit to the island has done you all a world of good,” he said as he looked at Josie. She gave off a sense of confidence, maturity, and a new purpose.

“You look a little worse for wear, my dear! Too much late-night partying?” he asked Alexandra jokingly.

Alexandra, still age ten, squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye.

"That's hilarious!" she said cattily. “Let’s just get this rust bucket under sail, okay? The sooner we leave, the better!”

“Of course, your majesty, consider it done!” he replied with a bit of snark.

Melody just giggled at the captain. She hadn’t changed one bit.

The ship departed. While underway, Alexandra’s age shot up to what it was before they left. The girl’s trinkets lost their sheen and were now just interesting ornaments with no magic left in them.

An ecstatic Alexandra felt her adult curves, struck several sexy poses, and held up her modest assets to show them off.

"I'm back baby! Check out these puppies! Whoa! Take that, Pago Pago!"

“The trinkets were fun while they lasted,” remarked Josie, ignoring Alexandra's capering antics. “Maybe they only work on Pago Pago?”

“Aw, what a shame!” remarked Alex. “I enjoyed having a kid sister!”

“Shut up, dummy!” Alexandra retorted. Sebastian reappeared from wherever it is cats hide and rubbed up to her leg for a little affection.

“Well, I hope you guys enjoyed it because I booked a return tour for next year! Won’t that be fun?” asked Alex.

“You didn’t! Tell me you didn’t! I want nothing to do with that place ever again!”

Val looked at Alexandra’s ashen appearance and asked, “Hey! Do you think Alexandra’s punishment will reappear if we go back?”

Melody giggled at a mental image of Alexandra at age ten attempting to ski on Alpine slopes in baggy skiers' clothing. She mentioned it to the gang.

Alexandra let out a large gulp and went to her room to lie down.

"I guess she's just feeling her age?" tittered Melody.

Josie, cuddling next to Alan, wondered if she could get him to play her “daddy” a little later on. The thought of being diapered and bottle-fed by him seemed appealing to her. Had Alan known her fetish, he would have accommodated it.

Fin.