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1950'S VIRTUAL WORLD ? by: Milida This story is set in the not too distant future, where both virtual and artificial reality worlds have become commonplace. For my annual holiday, I decided to visit a recreated 1950's world. This world physically existed on a small Island in the pacific. Massive effort had been made to make the place as realistic to the period as possible. The clothes the architecture and the customs were all authentic. The majority robot inhabitants of the world knew of no other world and perfectly maintained the illusion. Many such worlds existed in the late 21st century, recreating past periods and fantasy worlds. For the magical fantasy however VR was preferred in spite of its lack of relative realism. To get into any of these worlds your body was placed in suspended animation and your mind was transferred to a cyborg on the Island World. The body you assumed felt just as real as your own and appeared to have all the biological functions of a conventional body. Given it wasn't your own body you were free to take risks you may never contemplate in real life. Serious injury however did abruptly end ones holiday and too many such episodes could lead to an access ban so few deliberately sort self harm. As it was a mind transfer, you could assume whatever form you liked. Not only did you get the physical attributes of the body but also many of the skills associated with that persona in the world you visited. Obviously, certain bodies were more highly priced than others and the competition for some were quite cut throat. At the same time, other bodies never were selected by choice. Sometimes however such undesirable forms were used as an alternative to prison, generally however they just served as part of the background tapestry. At any one time at least three quarters of the bodies would not be occupied. There was also no restriction on the age, race or gender of the body selected so much experimentation occurred. Gender bending was quite popular in the late 21st century, although many were less keen to do so in historic settings such as the 1950's. The Johnston Household I selected a very handsome teenage male body as my visit vessel and to stay with a widow and her four daughters as a boarder. It was a medium to low status body, so was well within my prize range and obtainable with little advance warning. The daughters were all too young for me so there was no opportunity for romantic entanglements within the household. They were four years apart in age, being 16,12,8,and 4. Each of them were quite pretty in their own right, and except for the youngest quite bright. The four-year-old however was a little backward, particularly concerning toilet training and still had to wear nappies. This was an ongoing source of embarrassment for the rest of the family. The four-year was called Emma and did not like the situation too much either. She constantly wished to be toilet trained but just could not avoid having at least some accidents during the day. She was also quite incontinent whilst asleep and would nearly always wet the bed if not in diapers. The family were quite affluent and lived in a large old Victorian house complete with servants. Which was one of the reasons I had picked to live with that family. The house was quite ornate and contained numerous architectural features. The house was also large enough that they were each able to have the 1950's luxury of their own rooms and still have space for a guest or border. Each room was of course very reflective of the tenant living in it. The three older girls got to select all their own d?cor, whilst Mrs. Johnston was responsible for the furniture selection in Emma's room. Paula the oldest daughter had a rather conservative room. It was painted a light lilac and had tasteful moraine curtains with only a small flourish of lace. The walls were adorned with paintings of pleasant country scenes. Her wardrobe contained what you would expect from a 1950's teenager. She was also the only daughter allowed to have a dressing table and to use make up and perfume. She still however had not yet perfected her techniques in that regard and often locked somewhat over painted. Jenny, the 12 year old, was something of a Tomboy. Consequently her room was comparatively Spartan and painted blue. Her main ornamentation was a large painting of a horse. She was a very horsy type of person and had won many ribbons in competitive contest. Some of these were also on display in her room, but see kept most of them locked away in her draw. Her wardrobe contained only two dresses, she much preferred to wear jeans or at worse slacks. The dresses were only worn to church or special functions. Anne's room in comparison was very feminine and overflowing with lace. She had the walls painted a pale pink and had an enormous dolls house against one wall. She also owned a rather large doll collection, that any 8 year old would dream of and had adorned the walls with paintings of 19th century ladies. Unlike her older sister she wore nothing but dresses and did not own any slacks or jeans. Emma's room as said earlier, had been completely set up by her mother and still looked just like an infant's room. It included a cot, changing table, nappy pale, wardrobe, potty-chair, playpen and juvenile toys, mainly stuffed animals. The furniture was all white with juvenile motifs of cute animals on them. The walls were also white and adorned with similar motifs. The cot Emma slept in was old fashion, having bars and a looking lid. It looked a bit like a small cage. To add to that trapped and caged sense, she also slept with night restraints due to her tendency to remove her nappies when given the chance. Not only did that mean she would wet the bed but to her mothers horror it meant she could masturbate. The restraints were lose but safely kept her hands away from both her nappies and her private parts. These restraints and her bedroom were also something that Emma greatly resented. She had however been promised that her room would be refurbished once she was out of nappies. Mrs. Johnston strongly believed that Emma needed such incentives to stop bed-wetting. During the day, Emma also had to wear nappies due to frequent accidents. She however was also allowed to use a potty when she could get to it in time. During the day efforts to remove nappies generally weren't a problem, but occasionally Emma became rebellious, removed her nappies, exposed her private parts and started to masturbate. When that happened she would swiftly be put into her punishment dress and that tended to stop such behavior for a very long time. Her punishment dress had numerous straps that made removal of the nappies impossible. First, a chastity belt kind of arrangement kept them in place by going down the front past her groin and locking at the back. Then mitten like gloves were placed on her, which meant she couldn't use her fingers and finally straps built into the dress kept her hands fairly close by her side. Mrs. Johnson advised me that this arrangement was a triple reminder of her naughtiness. The chastity belt prevented removal of her panties and the mittens and restraints prevented her from using her hands to remove her panties and touch herself. Underneath it was a very large nappy, which she was forced to soil as well as wet. As once put on, a punishment dress would not be removed until bedtime, no matter what condition the nappy was in. I saw her put in it, during the second week of my stay and she was indeed very miserable by the end of the day. When I went to comfort her latter that day her diapers were quite ripe. I thought it was a rather cruel punishment but the threat of it did generally did keep her in order and her hands well away from her nappies and her private parts. Whilst I was comforting her during that episode she tearfully pleaded to me, "John please let me out of this dress." "Honey, I wish I could but your mother is doing this for your own good and if you hadn't touched your private parts you wouldn't be in this mess" "You don't know how bad this is," she cried, "I'm sure you would feel different if you were me and had to wear it" "I suppose I would, but then," I teased her, "I would not be so naughty as to be made to wear them." Those were not the only restraints she was forced to wear however. Due to her tendency to run away, whenever given the chance, she was also forced to wear a baby harness when outside and often even when inside if her mother was busy. With this she was either held on a lead or secured to a pusher or some article of furniture, such as her high chair or potty-chair. She was also frequently secured even when in her playpen. As you can guess Emma was not a very happy girl when encumbered in this way. All the clothes she wore also tended to be very babyish, so she tended to very much look like a toddler rather than a four-year old girl. Outside she usually wore a bonnet and her dresses were generally short ensuring that her frilly plastic panties were often on display. Her smaller size also meant that she was often assumed to simply be a toddler. Whilst she hated her restraints, Emma however did not seem to mind her babyish clothes or even showing of her plastic panties for that matter, in fact, much to her mothers consternation she would often deliberately lift her dress to show them off. I can remember her doing it on my first day at the house and her asking me, "Do you like my pretty panties?" I was not sure how to answer but ended up saying, "Yes I do, they are very nice and you are a lucky girl to have them." Much to my consternation she then asked me with a very cheeky grin, "You think so, would like to wear them instead of me then?" I blushed and answered, "No Emma, men don't wear panties." "I suppose not," she pondered and continued, "would you wear them if you were a little girl like me?" "If I was, I'm sure I would love too," I concluded for her. Fortunately, she seemed happy with that answer and did not ask any more questions. Trials and tribulations in town Most of the time I was away from the house, enjoying the various treats the 1950's offered. In particular I enjoyed being the lariken and driving around on classic Harley Davidson. The era gave me so much freedom compared to the modern world with its constant surveillance and obsession with safety. Whilst I avoided joining a gang, I did deliberately visited all the other questionable areas, including numerous taverns and the red light district where of course I tasted a lot of the local talent. A pretty Philippine girl in one of the cheaper brothels particularly took my fancy. She was paying off her immigration and shipping bill by turning tricks and seemed particularly keen to please. She also did not seem to mind a little rough play either and her submissiveness brought out a strongly aggressive side of me. On my third visit to her however she did complain about the last time. "You hurt me again like last time and I get you punished," she said to me as we went to her room. "Are you threatening me," I said somewhat putout, "You know I can take my business elsewhere." "I no threaten you, I just warn you," she said to calm me, "I like you, I no want you to get into trouble." "Maybe I punish you, if you naughty again, rather than boss man." "You want to be on top for a change, hey Mary and spank my bottom," I laughed. "Yes," she smiled, "You do for me, let me be like boss-man." "I'll think about, but remember I'm the one paying," I smiled back. Once in the room she took off her dress and wiggled her butt at me, "You like what you see?" she teased. "Very much," I answered. "You want to get in my panties real bad?" "Yes very much," I replied. "Then you like my body very much, tell me how much you want it," she cheekily said. "I want you real bad," I played along. "Do you want my boobies?" she asked as she took her bra off. "Yes," I answered. As she took of her panties she continued, "and my pussy?" "Yes, I want every inch of you." "Good, I want your body real bad to, I want your penis and I want you inside me." "Let's do it," I said as I grabbed her for sex. Given her warning I was however gentle this time. It was just as well as after sex she told me an unusual story about how her pimp dealt with bad clients, which sent a chill down my spin. "Before the next visit he give girl special charm," she started to explain as she dangled a strange idol in front of me, "like this one and then get the girl to get client to say the things I got you to say. Like about how much you want my body. Charm is not very smart it think you literally want to be me. All I have to say then is boss you can have my body and I take yours and we swap. You then stuck as whore for as long as I like," she laughed. "You however good and heed warning, so me no use." "Unless boss wants me to?" she teased, "Its still not to late" "No, I don't want that!!" I said visibly whitened and realizing that I may have been only a few words away from being stuck in her body. "How long would you have kept me as a whore?" I gulped. "Not long, me no want to be man, but only teach you good lesson. Would be much fun to visit you as client and watch you dance in bar. Then again, I may change mind. Cindy decided to stay as client." I was not sure, if she was just spinning a yarn to scare me, or if she could have actually done what she threatened. I however did not want to take the risk and avoided that brothel again. Caught in an embarrassing situation During those days on the town I also managed to acquire a couple of girlfriends and got to go almost all the way with one of them. I was particularly excited about getting my hand between her girdle and panties. The whores I visited never bothered with such finery. The moist tightness excited me for another reason as I had a secret reason for visiting the 1950's. Much to my embarrassment, I had a fetish for the girdles of that time. That of course was one of the reasons I had selected an all-female household to live. I hoped that it would facilitate my access to such lovelies. Given it was a 1950's virtual world, I of course had been given clear directives never to enter any of the girl's rooms whether they were present or not. The exception being for Emma, as I had often agreed to help Mrs. Johnson change her and look after her in other ways. In regard to the other girls I had scrupulously avoided entering any of their rooms when anyone was around, including the staff. Consequently, I had to wait a fortnight before I could indulge my secret passion. When I was sure I had the place to myself, I sneaked a look at Paula's stuff. As I expected she had some very sexy girdles and I found myself getting quite excited. Normally just touching them would be enough, but for some reason, perhaps because I had waited so long, I felt a compulsion to actually try them on. Believing that I had a good hour to myself, I striped down and stepped into a pair of her panties. I then wriggled into her most attractive girdle. I found it very arousing and in an almost sexual haze I then put on some of her stockings. I was so focused on my enjoyment that I was oblivious of Mrs. Johnson early return with Emma. It was therefore only after enjoying my pleasure I turned around to see both Emma and Mrs. Johnson standing in the doorway. I was completely shocked and mortified and couldn't think of a thing to say in my defense. Emma spoke first and cheekily she said, "I thought you said men didn't wear panties." Mrs. Johnson then said, "I thought the same, maybe John really isn't a man." "In this town," she continued sternly, "a man would normally go to jail for that for being a sexual pervert. I must say I am completely disgusted in you John." At her outburst, I almost disappeared into the floor. She however then shifted her expression and with a wane smile said, "Maybe however we have been mistaken about Johns preferred gender. If his preference is to be a girl, then it would be different as wearing such clothes would be natural." This confused me a lot, seeing my doubt she continued, "I suppose you have three choices John: 1: Face prison, 2: leave the virtual world immediately?" "Or what?" I managed to squeak back. She quickly answered, "You get reassigned so that you inclinations much your body. If that is, there is a mismatch." "Become a women you mean? Is that actually possible here?" I queried "Yes to both," she began to respond, then after pausing for effect, continued with, "In this world you can have actually have any form, including an animal. In terms of being a woman I was thinking more of making you a girl so as to keep things discrete by doing a swap within the family." Just as Mary had threatened I thought, clearly there was more to this world than I realized. After reflecting on that I said, "You mean swapping with one of your daughters." "That's the idea." "Can it be me?" Emma chipped in a very excited voice. "That is an option but we will need to see if your sisters are interested as well and then let John choose whom he would prefer to be if he desires to stay in this world outside of prison that is." "What makes you think I may want to do that?" She laughed at that then said "you are kidding aren't, look at what you are wearing right now, and also what real man would choose to live in an almost all female household let alone occasionally help look after the baby" I was some what cut with that answer. I however reassured myself a little by reminding myself that I had actually forgotten how different sexual roles were back then, and what was normal in the present would have been perceived as quite effeminate back then. Emma rubbed salt into the wound by saying "Yah I thought so to, you always said you liked my panties didn't you?" After I chose to say nothing in response, she decided to raise her dress and said "Tell the truth you love these don't you and you'd be so pretty in them" I deliberately looked away and reflected on my predicament. Eventually I said "I can choose who I want to be?" It wasn't that I wanted to be female at all, but that I was thinking that it might not be bad experiencing what it would be like to be a women for a short time and Paula's body would nearly be a good as any vehicle in that regard. Leaving the world and wasting all my credits did not seem a very good option and going to prison was out of the question. Some experiences just are not worth having. In reply Mrs Johnson said "Yes John, assuming they are all interested, you can select which body you inhabit, however once you are one of my daughters you will be subject to my discipline in the same way as my other daughters are. Also if you do not behave appropriately I may over ride your initial choice. Concerning this you will have to sign a contract that will last the rest of your stay in this virtual world. You will also be forbidden from leaving the world early if for some reason you latter want to change your mind. Is that acceptable?" "I am not sure Mrs Johnson, I will however think about it" I meekly replied "Good. I will not expect you to decide until you know your actual options. Obviously, you will first have to explain the situation to each of my daughters and let them try and convince you whose body you should take. I suspect there might be some competition, given Emma's response." One hour latter, much to my mortification Mrs. Johnson made me speak to the gathered girls whilst still wearing Paula's girdle, panties, stockings and bra. "Very cute," Anne said as I walked into the assembly of girls. "Please explain why you are wearing my things," said a much more pained Paula. Jenny butted in, "It's obvious isn't it Paula, John is simply a sissy poofta who prefers girls frillies to men's stuff. Isn't that so John?" I winced at the question but couldn't think of anything to say. Mrs. Johnston advised me that all of them said they were interested in being a man for a while, so they all wanted their turn to present their case. Emma was very vocal when it came to her turn, "Pick me pretty please, I really want to be grown up for a while," she started. Then lifting the corner of her dress she continued, "I have the prettiest clothes and even you said how pretty my panties were and how much you liked them. Now you can get the chance to really wear them." Paula cut in and said, "Oh don't be stupid Emma. Who, on earth would want to be you, I mean really!, you are still wearing diapers and you spend most of your day in a cot or a playpen. Obviously he will want to be me." Upset she retorted, "This means more to me than you, maybe mummy will give me a go if his naughty." "What is your choice then John?" asked Mrs Johnson. "I will stay and my preference is to be Paula." "Very well," she replied matter of factly, "Sign this form and tomorrow you will wake up as Paula." With a very shaky hand I signed the form and wondered what the future would bring. Perversely Mrs. Johnson then let me put back on my own clothes to go to bed. Time as Paula The next day when I woke up, I was actually Paula, in her bed and in the very nightie and underwear she had gone to sleep in. Until that point a large part of me had not believed that Mrs. Johnson could actually make such a swap. Given that I also realized that I was now stuck as a girl for the next 10 weeks, until the end of my three month holiday. The most disorientating thing was how natural the body felt, at first I thought I had only been put into Paula's clothes not her actual body. A quick anatomical check however quickly dissuaded me from that belief. For some reason I had thought a female body would feel very different and I would notice it without any such inspection. Then again the familiarity may I thought just be part of the residual abilities programmed into these bodies. I then went into the bathroom to have a good examination of my new form. After stripping, naked I carefully examined myself front head to toe. I first examined my breast. By general standards they were not large, Paula was only just a B cup size, but to someone not use to breasts they seemed enormous. I was surprised by how sensitive they were, to touch, and as a consequence spent some time gently massaging them. This sent a very pleasant thrill through my new body. In this examination I also used the wall mirror and latter a hand mirror. The latter I particularly used to closely examine my private parts. I felt very naughty in doing that, but this was my first chance to get a very close look at a females private parts and particularly be able to explore them at my leisure. I also experimented by putting my finger into my pussy and touching my clitoris, both where very pleasant and novel sensations. Before proceeding with a shower I realized that I needed to relief myself. I experimented with positioning myself over the toilet and found by not concentrating peeing came naturally. I however found that my private parts were wet after relieving myself and I had to wipe myself dry. I had heard that females used more toilet paper than men did and now I knew why. I then went and had a most wonderful shower and luxuriated in the warm water pouring over my new body. I was amazed at just how much more sensitive my skin was in general and loved creating a lather with the soap. No wonder girls spent so long in the bathroom. After drying myself I returned to the bedroom and carefully selected my clothes. After putting on some lacy panties, I tried to put on a bra. This proved more difficult than I expected but after some maneuvering, I got the breasts comfortably into the two cups. I then put on the girdle I selected and rolled some stockings up my legs. After I connected these too the girdle I put on a petticoat and then a blouse skirt combination. I then finally put on some pumps. I felt fantastic in Paula's clothes and decided then that I was going to enjoy being a girl. I spent some time admired myself in the mirror and spinning around in my new clothes. Mother then came in and interrupted my revere so she could lay down some very clear ground rules. She made it extremely clear that I would have to behave like Paula in all regards. That included going to school, being a cheerleader, babysitting and dating. No one was to know that I was not Paula so any slipups would see me immediately demoted to one of her younger daughters. I thought I could probably wing it with most things but I dreaded the idea of having to date. As mother said it, I hoped it would be one bridge I would not have to cross. Before leaving mother spent some time showing me how to apply make up. One of Paula little roles was as a cheerleader. Given that I was now the eldest girl in the family mother expected me to do a fair amount of babysitting duties of my younger sisters, especially Emma. Whilst I generally didn't mind changing Emma, I particularly found it unpleasant having to change Emma from her punishment dress. When in that she would have usually soiled herself as well as wet her diaper extensively by change time. During my time as Paula I had the onerous honor twice. I remember the first time vividly, the smell had me dry retching. "You are in a mess aren't you dear, lets get you out of that as quickly as possible," I said trying not to vomit. "You don't like changing messy nappies do you Paula," said a surprisingly perceptive Emma "No Emma, it is hard to take the smell, but I guess its worse for you." "I hate dirty nappies, it's so unfair that I'm made to do that. Given I can use a potty." "I don't think I'd like it either dear" "Does that mean you would never ever be me, even for a short time?" "I don't think so Emma." "Please, pretty please, I really want to be John, at least for a little time." "Maybe let me think about it," I said as I quickly dropped her dirty nappy into the diaper pail. Her beaming smile made me feel like a heel, but I did want to cut the conversation off. I hated the very idea of having to go on a date but mother insisted that I had to live Paula's life to the full and of her regular boyfriends asked me on a date. It was a total disaster and I freaked out. I ended up running out of the dance hall and all the way home. John was very angry when he heard about it and told me in no uncertain terms that I was ruining Paula's reputation or rather her old one. Finally Mother said, "If you can not handle the heat you should get out of the kitchen, I think you would be better of being Jenny and you wont have to worry about boys again." I felt terribly mortified, I didn't want to loss Paula's neat little body but mother could not be persuaded to change her mind. I went to bed that night with a very heavy heart. Time as Jenny This time I knew what to expect from a transfer so I wasn't as shocked when I woke up in Jenny's 12 year old body wearing her rather boyish pajamas. Once I was sufficiently awake, I immediately realized that I missed the maturity of Paula's body. Jenny had only slight breast development and was still not into wearing bras. With her short hair and preference for shirts and trousers, I guessed that she could often get confused for a boy. Something I suspected she probably enjoyed. Once I got out of bed, I also immediately noticed the height difference that is a sense that everything seemed larger. The 5 inch difference in height certainly had an impact. Shortly after I got up, Mother came in and said, "Hurry up honey, time to go horse riding." I didn't have time for a shower so I simply got out some of Jenny's horsey clothes, whilst Jenny was a natural with horses I hated every moment on the damn animals. I was exceeding clumsy and nearly fell off twice. A few days after my change of status, whilst I was babysitting Emma, she hugged me and said, "You only have to be naughty two more times and I get to have a go at being John." "I suppose so Emma," I replied, thinking how much I didn't want her infantile lifestyle. "You'll do that for me wont you? You let us all have a shot at being John wont you?" "Well the way things are going it certainly looks that way" I said disgruntled, but inwardly I groaned, as I couldn't think of anything worse. It was bad enough being female let alone a girl or even worse an infant. I was going to do anything possible to avoid it. I hoped that I had learnt my lesson with this second transfer. She however didn't pick up my sarcasm and instead simply said, "Thank you," and gave me a sloppy kiss and got off my knee. Jenny was a bit of a Tomboy in other ways as well. Her friends tended to be rebels on the fringes of respectability. On occasions they would step other such boundaries and shoplift or smoke. One day I was unfortunate enough to come upon some of them doing both. I came across a group of them behind a shed smoking some stolen cigarettes. Although I wasn't smoking myself, I was caught with those who were, so in mother's eyes I was guilty by association. Nothing I could say would persuade her otherwise and in fact my protestations only seemed to make her angrier. The normal punishment would be a lengthy grounding but given my remaining time wouldn't be insufficient mother decided to reduce my standing further instead which she thought would have the same impact as grounding me. Time as Anne So before I knew it I had become an 8 year old and Jenny was back in her own body. Neither of us were particularly happy about the change. Jenny was really enjoying being John and she was also furious about the problems I had left for her. Anne as I said before was a very prissy girl and even her nighties were covered with lace. The panties she had gone to bed in were also a classic example in this regard. They were light pink, covered in lace and lots of cute animals all over them. Looking at them almost made me feel sick. Mother very quickly laid down the law regarding my new status. "Anne you are only to call me mummy instead of mother and all adults are to be addressed as sir or Miss." Given it was Sunday I was expected to put on one of my best dresses for Sunday school. Mother helped me select a particularly over the top white satin dress. It was literally covered with lace, had a large bow at the back and literally oozed little girl sweetness. It was an embarrassment to put it on. Underneath it mother had me wear a petticoat, some cute panties and white tights. The next morning mother came in to help dress me for school. Given that Jenny had been going to a private primary school she had had to wear a uniform and so now did I. That uniform was now my pleasure to wear. It was based on a traditional English school dress. Shortly after my swap, Emma reminded me of what she saw as our promise to swap bodies. "Shortly I'll be John," she chirped "No more nappies and baby clothes and freedom to do what I like. It is wonderful that you are going to give me that chance. What are you going to do to get mummy angry enough to make you me." "Don't worry," I laughed, "I'm sure I'll think of something." "If you don't I'm sure I can," she said cryptically and I thought somewhat sinisterly. "What do you mean?" I therefore asked. "If you don't voluntarily change I'm sure I can find away to make you keep your promise. A promise is a promise you know." Before I could question her further mother came and took her up to her room. She winked at me as she went up the stairs. I had no intent of displeasing mother again and I thought nothing of her threat. If I behaved myself mother had promised that after a fortnight I could graduate back to Jenny's body. As the day approached Emma seemed to get more agitated and kept reminding me of my alleged promise. I however simply brushed it off with vague promises of what I might do. On the very last day before I would change back to Jenny she got very upset with me and told me, "Your nothing but a promise breaker, but I'll still get my turn you just see and then it will be payback. If you had of kept your promise I would have been nice to you but now you'll suffer." Her outburst unsettled me and it took some effort to calm down after she stormed out. Mother had been very clear on the matter, I would only become Emma if I bed wet or acted like a baby in some other way and I had no intention of doing that, particularly not at my friends house. I also reasoned their was nothing that Emma could do to make it happen. The night before changing was to occur, I was set to go to a sleep over, at a girl friends house and Emma wouldn't be their. It was one time I was glad she would be locked in her cot safely back in the house. My older sisters however were also at the sleepover to help with the babysitting. At the time I didn't think anything of it. In hindsight, I should have been much more alert. During the night when everyone at the sleepover was well and truly asleep, my two older sisters, Paula and Mary entered the room, one covered my mouth and held me down whilst the other pulled down my panties. Paula then poured a beaker full of warm urine through the panties onto the mattress below. The wet panties were then pulled back up and it looked to all intents and purposes like I had wet the bed myself. I quickly realized that no one would believe the truth. As that realization hit me Paula said to me icily, "You made a promise, Emma would be so disappointed if she didn't get a chance to be a boy and I'm sure you always wanted to wear her diapers didn't you?" She and my other sister left the room to let Sue's mother know I had wet the bed. She was of course very angry, as she had asked me earlier if I had wanted night pants. I was then spanked and put into a clean nightdress and had extra thick nappies put on me to remind me of my digression. The next morning the diaper was of course still dry. Instead of having it removed Sue's mother told me that it would be a waste to remove it and I could keep it on until it was actually used. The very idea horrified me, so in spite of a need to pee, I struggled to keep it in. Consequently I was sent home still in a diapered condition. Needless to say, Mother was very angry and let me know that not only would I not get promoted but that I should instead spend some time as Emma. Emma of course was extremely happy to her that. Time as Emma Sure enough that night I was transferred to the four-year-old form and woke up in the cot wearing nappies and Emma's normal restraints. Much to my horror, I also soon realized that the nappies were wet. Given the restraints on my wrists and ankles I could only adjust my position slightly. It felt like being stuck in a little prison cell as I peered at the larger world through my cot bars. I however did not have to long to contemplate my predicament. Shortly after I awoke a gloating, ex-Emma walked in wearing my old form. He seemed so large and I so small and vulnerable. The smaller size of Emma made everything seem so large. I immediately felt intimidated by his towering presence. Very happily she or rather he started, "I'm so glad that you decided to let me be a man and decided to try out my life. I've only been John for an hour and I'm already enjoying it immensely. It was so good to wake up in a dry bed and without restraints. In turn I hope your enjoying being in restraints and wet nappies even half as much," he gleefully concluded. I shock my head but due to the pacifier stuck in my mouth I couldn't add more. "Your not then," he began clearly properly interpreting my response, "Oh well we will see what we can do. You know, for a moment, I thought you were not going to keep your promise. Although you did need some help from your sisters to keep your word didn't you," his gloat then turned to a sinister scowl and he said, "I won't forget that." Just as quickly the scowl was replaced with a more bland expression. After a moment the ex-Emma continued, "Nevertheless you're here now and I do keep my promises. I'm sure you'll love your new nursery lifestyle, just as much as I did," she said with clear sarcasm, "but then perhaps more than I did, maybe this is what you wanted all along and you just needed to be pushed to it. At least that's what I'm trying to convince mother." What I thought, how could any one belief that I would prefer to be in this condition. Surely mother would be smarter than that. She interrupted my thoughts by saying, "Now lets get down to business. Mother wants me to take you under my wing today and introduce you to the delights of your new life, before I forget all the important little details. Let's start by getting you out of that cot and changing your clothes." She then unlocked the cot and released me from my restraints. As I was lifted out she continued to say, "You don't know how good it feels to be doing this to someone else, rather than having it done to me." With clear glee she or rather him now, placed me on the changing table and removed my rather wet nappy. "There was no doubt you needed that was there Emma?" she rhetorically asked. I went beet root red at her rhetorical question, "Now Emma dear don't be embarrassed you couldn't help yourself. When I was in the cot I couldn't help myself either." He then started to dry my bottom and said, "Now doesn't that fell good Emma." After briefly pausing he continued, "My darling Emma, oh it is so good to be calling you that instead of being called it. I still can't believe that I'm no longer Emma," the new John said as he continued to wipe my bottom and pussy dry. Once I was completely dry he put some baby powder on my private areas and said, "That smells good, I can promise that you of course won't be so odorously pleasant latter in the day." After placing the wet diaper in the nappy pale she got out an even thicker diaper to replace it. Before putting it on me she took off the rest of my clothes and directed my hand to my pussy and by motions encouraged me to play with myself. I complied and found it very pleasurable. Seeing my delight the new John said, "I thought you would enjoy it as much as I use to." Wickedly he added, "You have however just broken one of mothers greatest rules so must get placed in a punishment dress, where of course such naughty behavior is impossible. You know how much mummy hates you touching your naughty bits. You just don't seem to learn do you." Clearly John had intended this all along as the nappy he had grabbed was of the size usually reserved for that purpose. I then felt very stupid for falling into the trap. I thought about resisting for a moment but then remembered how little I now was, so decided it was best to just lay back and let him continue. Before putting on the diaper he placed a suppository into my bottom and said, "That will be guaranteed to improve your pleasure." After the diaper was properly sealed I was placed into some plain plastic pants and then had the punishment dress placed on me. John ensured that the crouch belt was very tight and that I had very limited arm movement as well. He then got out the mittens to secure my hands and put soft baby shoes on my feet. On my head was placed a bonnet and into my mouth a fresh dummy, which he tied it in place, so I could not spit it out. "Suck on it Emma," he started, "It will probably make you feel better, it always did that for me," he concluded with a grin. Finally, he put the harness onto me. I was very embarrassed by the whole layout and meekly let him lead me downstairs to greet the rest of the family. Again I felt there was very little else I could do. When John saw mothers raised eyebrow he said, "Mother I caught Emma playing with herself so had no choice." She looked at me and angrily asked, "Is this true?" I tried to say something but the dummy would only let out gurgled sounds. Exasperated she said, "Just nod or shake your head I don't want the details anyway." I looked at the gloating John and released I had little choice but to confirm his allegation by nodding as unfortunately it was technically true. I so much wanted to say how he had set me up but the dummy made that option impossible. This got mother quite angry, "You are right John I think this was she wanted all along. Just take her out of my sight and make sure she gets to properly enjoy her diapers." "Oh she will," he said with a gleeful smile, "I've put something in her little bottom before I diapered her that will ensure that." John led me to the pusher and locked me into it and whispered, "I think we better get you out of here." He pushed me from the house to the nearby playground. On the way a number of children teased me and said to each other that Emma has been naughty again with sly winks. At the park John simply pulled the pusher up near a bench and just sat down. Shortly after getting there my stomach started to rumble. As the pain built up John could see me squirming and trying to keep it in. "There is no point resisting Emma, just relax and let it happen. Your diaper is going to be dirty very soon and will stay that way for a long time. Today I want you to experience the worse that could happen to me." Shortly after I had to give up the battle and felt my diaper fill with its hot sticky load. The tight belt made it both hard to force out my waste and to get comfortable with it in the full diaper. John watched all this in wrapped silence but when the motion had clearly finished, he said, "Now let me tell you what is going to happen. Now you are simply just uncomfortable after you have wetted as well and sat in it for a while that discomfort will become unbearable. Shortly your arms and fingers will start to cramp as well. From now on everyday this will happen to you, as I will simply tell mother that you have been naughty again. She of course will believe me. You do however have another choice. If you tell mother that you have always wanted to be me, I shall immediately tire of my torment of you and let mother and the girls look after you, which will mean a much more pleasant life for you. Not as good as mine will be but better than it could be. You of course would be stuck as me and I would be free to use your body as I pleased for as long as I liked. If you agree to this and ever give mother the slightest hint that you want to be older, I will ensure that you are returned to the punishment dress for a solid week. Think about it" Again I tried to talk through the dummy and plead my case and again only nonsense sounds came out. "Don't bother as even if I removed your dummy nothing you can say now will change my mind or your circumstances for the rest of the day. Once you appreciate your options better I will talk with you and find your decision" After that I became more desperate in my plea attempts. John's response to that was to take me from the pusher and place me over his knee and say, "For now I think you need some more punishment for complaining so." He then proceeded to spank me until my bottom hurt. This also spread the mess further around my diaper and to my further embarrassment it frightened me so much that I ended up peeing in my nappies. This development clearly pleased John and lead to a snide, "Dear you are learning so fast I am impressed. You'll be a complete baby before you know it." He then just put me back in the pusher. Once in it I found that my bottom hurt so much that I had to try and position myself to relief my poor tush. This was no easy task given I was wearing the punishment dress. It all became too much and I started crying. Unfortunately I got no sympathy from John. If anything he seemed to delight in my discomfort John then pushed me out of the park towards the shopping centre. On the way something else started to bother me. I found that I was having difficulty interpreting the signs. On the way to the playground they had been quite legible, but now many of them seemed to be in some strange foreign language. John noticed my consternation with the signs and informed me, "It is strange isn't. Yesterday I couldn't read and yet now I know how. Yesterday I was backward and now I'm as bright as can be. Some how the skill seems to be linked to the body. I imagine it's the opposite for you. Gradually you will become as simple as I was. Something to look forward to ah!" As we got closer to the shopping centre the smell emanating from my diapers worsened. In front of one shop a lady stopped John and said, "Your sister's a bit ripe you really should change her." He looked embarrassed and said, "Look I was only taking her to the park and I didn't expect her to do that. I'll change her when I get her home." The lady persisted and said, "I don't think it should wait, she'll get a bad case of diaper rash other wise," turning to me she ask, "Young lady you look very uncomfortable you'd like to be changed wouldn't you?" I nodded in confirmation. John was clearly angry at the interference and simply turned the pusher around and headed home. Back in the house, John called out, "I'm afraid Emma messed her pants at the park, you'll need to change her." "Just stick her in the playpen, she can sit in it for awhile, I'll get around to it when I'm good and ready," mother responded. She clearly felt I was still deliberately misbehaving. True to her word she left her alone for a good hour to contemplate my fate. When she finally came, it was such a relief to be changed. Whilst being aired I noticed that I had already acquired first signs of nappy rash. A new nappy was put on be and the straps of the punishment dress were reapplied. I did not see why they were needed given the other restraints on my wrist. As if reading my mind mother said, "You are wondering why all the straps are necessary aren't you?" I nodded my head in affirmation. "Well honey," she continued, "Its partly for extra security, partly for greater discomfort but mainly because the groin strap allows the diaper to carry a greater load before sagging and therefore you can stay in your dirty diaper for longer, with out risk to your dress or furniture." She then dumped me back in the playpen. Given the restraints there was absolutely nothing I could do except sit there and get increasingly bored. I spent some time trying to loosen the mittens or the wrist restraints but to no avail. The punishment dress had been to well esigned. A couple of hours latter I felt a growing need to pee. I called out to mother seeking an opportunity to use the potty. She just laughed at that and reminded me, "Honey in the punishment dress you are well padded and expected to use the diapers even if you don't want to. In fact that is part of the punishment. Honey you are silly to forget that." After another half hour I gave in to the bladder pressure and used the diaper. It was a very humiliating defeat and one I had to repeat a couple of times that afternoon. I felt just like a baby having no choice about using her diaper. During the remainder of the day I was lifted out of the playpen twice and put into the highchair. Due to the restraints built into the dress I had to be hand fed. Before doing so mother paced a bib on me. She also removed my pacifier but warned me before I said anything that babies are not allowed to talk. It was humiliating to be feed like a baby and mother seemed to delight in making a mess of it. Almost as much seemed to get on my face and bib as in my mouth. Given how bland it was I didn't object, too much to not having to eat all of it. How was I going to stand this for four weeks I wondered? True to the normal rules for Emma and her punishment dress, I was not changed again until just before bedtime, when mother also gave me a bath. By that stage, it was a very soggy and smelly diaper she had to remove. To my consternation as the day progressed I became less and less concerned about peeing in it, although I was fortunately still aware that I was doing it. I was hoping that this was not some other horrible adjustment to being in Emma's body. I couldn't face being truly incontinent. Getting out of the punishment dress and into a bath felt fantastic. The freedom of movement was just wonderful. Given that mother was hovering so closely I made sure I kept my hands well away from my private parts. If only she new that all her daughters played with themselves and not just Emma I thought wickedly. After the bath mother put me into a thick overnight diaper and covered them with some plain pink plastic panties. Se then put me into a baby-doll nightie and lead me downstairs. After watching TV with my sisters for half an hour, mother said it was time to go to bed. It was so early I thought, but realized there was nothing to be gained by complaining. John was responsible for getting me off to bed that night and I reluctantly let him lead me to the cot. With apprehension I saw him open the lid and lift me inside. He then connected the restraints to my hands. They were simple fur lined leather straps. As he locked them he said, "That should keep your little hands away from your private parts." He then proceeded to do the same to my ankles. "Aren't the hands enough," I miserably complained. "No dear" he answered, "I was able to lift my legs above my head and thus get my hands on my privates so this way you can't do that." After locking me into my restraints he asked, "Honey if you don't tell mummy how much you want to be me I'll keep this up for ever. I have absolutely no desire to become Emma again, but I think you actually love her pretty things don't you." In response, I defiantly told him, "I do not like anything about your life. I won't agree John to lie to mummy because being you would be horrible regardless of whether you chose to make it worse like you did today." He seemed genuinely surprised by the strength of my response. After a few moments of silence he said, "I guess after today you might feel that way as I have been very hard on you. I suppose I was very angry with you. You haven't experienced the alternative to be able to make a fair judgement. Tomorrow I'll give you a day of respite and let mother care for you but after that you will be in my tender mercy again until you tell mother what I want. I'm afraid you are going to stay as Emma regardless of what you want. Your only real choice is in regard to how unpleasantly." He then stuck a dummy in my mouth so I couldn't respond and said "suck on it Emma it used to make me feel good and helped me think. Think carefully now about your choices." He then lowered the lid to the cot and locked it shut. If by some miracle I could get out of the restraints I wouldn't be going far and I knew how much punishment I would receive if I got out of the restraints. John then walked to the door and turned out the light leaving me to ponder my fate for the night. That night I cried myself to sleep. How had I got into such a terrible mess. I still had a good month before I could leave this world. To my consternation I however did find some solace in sucking the dummy and found I could eventually go to sleep. The next day mother came instead of John and before doing anything asked, "Are you going to be a good girl today?" I smiled at her and nodded my head. I was then released from my cot and restraints and put into a clean diaper. Again my overnight diaper was very wet and had become so without me being aware. Obviously, whilst I was in Emma's body I was probably going to wet the bed at night and therefore at least would always need a night diaper. I however was determined to at least get out of diapers during the day. I very carefully kept my hands to myself and was pleased to see the replacement diaper was not one of those large super absorbent ones. It was amazing what small things could please you when in such a predicament. Over the diaper she placed some very frilly plastic panties that had lots of lace. She then put a petticoat and a clean dress on me. The dress she chose was pink satin with a white yoke. It also had some white lace on the edge of the hem, arm puffs and yoke. Like all of Emma's dresses it was very short and barely covered my diapered posterior. Over this, she finally snapped a baby harness into position. Like the dress, it was pink, but unlike the dress, it was made from thick leather. The buckles were all on the back and out of reach. It was somewhat ominous to hear those clicks, as I knew the restrictions they implied and I realized that I was helpless to remove it myself. It was another clear reminder of the infantile state I had been reduced to. In spite of having, the harness on it nevertheless still felt great to have some freedom of movement, freedom of movement in comparison to the cot and the punishment dress of the day before that is. After being dressed I was taken down stairs and placed in the playpen near were mother was working. "I can keep an eye on you there so you can't do anything naughty," she smiled as she connected a lead to my harness, "this will also stop you getting out of your playpen and running around the house if I need to leave for a moment." The lead was long enough to reach each end of the playpen but no further. The other end was firmly linked to one of the posts of the playpen. I realized I would not be climbing out, even if I had wanted too. Being stuck in the playpen was quite boring as I only had a few toys to play with, but not as boring as I reflected it probably should have been. The subtle changes in me were probably still continuing and this worried me further. I was gradually being reduced to nothing more than Emma. Whilst I was in there a smiling John walked passed me on his way to something obviously more interesting than my day would hold. He however did stop long enough to throw in a new toy. When I bent over too pick it up he said, "Well Emma thanks for the view, it's nice to see that you are finally wearing my plastic panties. Those pink ones are particularly pretty and used to be my favorites. Remember when I asked if you like to wear them. It looks like you are getting that chance now." I was very embarrassed by the comment and tried to pull my dress down to cover them. This just made him laugh and shake his head as he went on his way. I was then left alone again to ponder my fate once more. Here I was a grown man wearing nappies and plastic panties and a dress so short that my panties were on easy display. John by his cruel trick had reminded me that only the slightest bend would allow the world to see my shame and what I wore beneath my dress. I realized that that would be the same whenever I sat down as well. A little latter Paula came down the corridor, "Hello Emma," she began, "You are looking very cute today. Lets have a good look at that dress," she finished as she gestured me to stand and come to her. I felt I had better comply so I stood up and came too the edge of my playpen. She then lifted my dress up and gently tapped me on my diapered bottom, "Enjoying you diapers are you dear. I think you should have been made to be Emma from the start, instead of being given the chance to stuff up the rest of our lives. I suppose the only mess you'll be allowed to get into now is in one in your diapers," she laughed loudly at that and I bent my head in shame. "Now don't worry Emma, you can't help it and everyone is much happier with you in that pen, particularly the old Emma!!" After her departure, I was very much left to my own devices. During my long morning in the playpen I felt a bowel motion coming on so I asked mother, "Mummy can I use the toilet." She smiled at me and said, "Emma you're being a very good girl. I'm so glad you told me you need to go yesterday, I was beginning to wonder if you actually wanted to soil your diapers. You are however still too little to use the toilet because of your nappy but I'll take you upstairs and you can use your potty-chair." She then took me by the hand and lead me to my room and showed me the large pink potty chair. She then pulled down my plastic pants and removed my diapers and connected the back of my harness to the chair. Unfortunately the desire to go had gone by then. I asked mother to be let up, but she told me, "Honey you just sit there for awhile until it happens. I don't want to put you back in your nappy before you go or you'll just mess it." She then turned around and got the chair table and locked it in place, "Now that will keep you properly on the seat and you can also play with a toy while you wait." She then left me alone in the room. The combination of the harness lock and chair table meant that my bottom was not going far from the pink seat of the potty chair. It took a good half an hour before the urge came on and I was able to empty my bowls into the potty and a rather boring time it was. By the time mother had released me from the chair I had also required a distinct ring from sitting so long on the potty. Mother just teased me about it and called it my ring of confidence. After wiping my bottom, she put me back in my previously dry diaper and plastic panties. She then gently tapped me on the bottom, looked wistful and said, "If you can let us know when you want to do wee wees as well you wont have to wear these anymore wouldn't that be good?" "Would you treat me more grown up if I did?" "Yes honey and if you are really good I might even reconsider your status." A moment of hope returned, but then I remembered John's threat. Mother also shattered the moment by saying, "But then if you want to stay the baby I do accept that as well as there are some positives in having a baby around and we can even treat you more baby like if you want. John beliefs that this is what you always wanted and I'm afraid that I'm starting to think that way as well. If you do that's fine we'll stop playing games and just leave you in diapers, just let me know." Obviously, John had been grooming her well. Latter in the morning I let mother know that I wanted to do a pee. She was so proud and told me if I kept it up she would let me wear more grown up panties. That afternoon she took me shopping in the pusher and promised to buy me a pretty new dress for being such a good girl. Of course in the pusher my crutch was on public display and therefore my diapered condition. Given this it was not surprising that at the shopping centre a number of children commented about my diapered state. One 2 year old proudly said, "Look ma that girls much older than me and she's still wearing diapers." Her mother response however bit even more, "That's right dear, you're very clever and much smarter than her. That poor girl however, is unfortunately a bit backward, so it's not completely her fault." "That's right," mother chipped in, "She can't help herself and may have to always wear diapers. I can't always even get her to use a potty for number two yet." "Yuck, how horrible," said the little girl, "a real potty pants. Oh well at least her plastic panties are pretty." My face went bright red through out that exchange. Many other children however just pointed and laughed. As much as I tried I could of course not pull the dress down sufficiently to cover the source of my embarrassment. If anything my efforts just drew more attention to my plastic panties and diapered state. It was a great relief when we reached the store and I was let out of the pusher. I however was kept on child reins just like a toddler. Mother took us to a number of shops but a couple of the visits were particularly embarrassing. One was a children's clothing store and another a baby shop. In the former mother got me to try out a number of different dresses. She made sure that they were short enough to easily display my panties and each time she put a dress on me she checked this factor by making me first bend over for the store staff and then stretch up by raising my arms above my head. "Delightful honey," she would say whenever I did this display. Whilst at the shop she also bought some very childish panties and told me, "These are for you honey if you keep improving with the potty. Look at them they are so grown up aren't they." I looked at them and could see they were anything but. However given my current diapered state they would be an enormous step forward. They were think cotton panties with cute animal designs on them. At the baby shop, she got me to carry some new diapers to the sales lady. "These aren't for you honey are they?" asked the sales lady. I went red and she said, "So they are," I nodded and she then continued "I wasn't sure, but you look a little old to still be in diapers and to be needing to buy more." Mother cut in, "She certainly is, but then my little Emma loves being a baby don't you?" After saying nothing she prompted me again, "Don't you dear?" "Yes mummy," I realized I was expected to answer. "Good girl, now ask her to show you some new plastic panties. In spite of what we just bought in the other store I suspect you'll be needing more of this type of panty than the other." Embarrassed, I asked the lady in a little girl voice, "Can you show me some new plastic panties please." "Sure honey, follow me, even if you are going to stay a baby girl I'm sure you still want to be pretty don't you." She took me by hand over to a large collection of frilly plastic pants that would still fit me and made various recommendations. I left with five new panties, all of them had frills and lots of lace. Mother of course made all the ultimate choices but made me go through a charade of selecting; letting me know fully well that only the most dainty and feminine would pass her approval. On the way home mother took as to another children's play group. After letting me play on the equipment for a while, mother started to chat to me. As we were the only ones, there I suppose she felt we could get out of character for a while. "No one is about Emma, so you can be honest and act out of character. Please tell me the truth, are you actually enjoying being Emma," she asked me. "It is not the life I would chose to live," I responded, "but I can manage, particularly if I'm not in that terrible punishment dress" "I'm sure you can manage, but are you sure this isn't what you really wanted. I am aware that in your world there are people called 'infantalists', who would just love to be in your diapers." "I'm not one of those," I answered defensively. "Well, whether you are or aren't I'm enjoying treating you as a baby. I don't know if it is because I'm deviant myself, but the idea that you are an adult male stuck in Emma's body really excites me. I just love having opportunities to humiliate you and rub in your new status." "I sort of gathered that," I replied "You know Emma, you are far more restrained in this life than if you had of taken the prison option." "I realize that now, but I really didn't expect to end up as Emma." "Of course you didn't," she smiled back, "keep up the fiction if you like, but I believe you are enjoying this as much as I am and that's what the new John thinks as well. When you can be honest let me know." At that point another wo