Becoming Their Diaper Slave Part 3
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Becoming Their Diaper Slave Part 2
By Deewet
The next morning, Sandy undressed me, taking off my diaper.
She helped me into a warm bubble bath and washed me
completely. After that, she handed me my clean clothes for
work at the coffee shop. I really hated having to go back
into those clothes, but I needed to get to work and also go
home.
"Are you sure you don't want to wear a disposable diaper in
case you have an accident."
"No," I told her. "I don't need one." Plus, I worried that
someone would hear the crinkle of the plastic covering.
"Well, at least wear these," she said, holding out a pair
of pink satin panties. "You will come back next weekend to
play?"
Of course, I would.
There was one problem, besides my shaven body. I had to
hide my curly hair. Sandy solved that by showing me how to
push it up under my cap.
Although, I felt as if everyone was watching me, nothing
happened during my shift until around two. I was cleaning
the dishes in the sink when I felt wet. In horror, I looked
down and saw that I had wet my pants. Thinking quickly, I
spilled a pitcher of water down the front of me.
"Are you okay?" asked my manager.
I nodded and said I was sorry, but I needed to run home to
change.
My mom and three sisters were not home. Surprisingly, there
was a package on the table for me. It was from Sandy.
I took the package into my bedroom and opened it.
The note inside said, "You might need these training pants
for a little protection against leaks. Don't worry, they're
whisper quiet."
Inside were three pairs of plastic pants with flannel
linings.
How did she know?
I pulled on one of the pairs of training pants. The plastic
was a baby looking print and the inside flannel, a light
blue. I walked around and she was correct, they made only a
slight rustling sound. I pulled my jeans over them and
looked in the mirror. They didn't appear to look bulky.
I hid the other pants and hurried back to work.
The rest of the shift my little penis was hard, as I
couldn't forget about wearing training pants under my
jeans. Good thing, I'm small down there. It was also a good
thing I had on the training pants when I leaked without
control again that shift. I was able to get to the bathroom
before it got bad.
After finishing at the toilet, I pulled up my wet training
pants and this just excited me more. Before leaving the
bathroom, I rubbed the front of my training pants and
quickly shot my little load into the waiting wet flannel.
My sisters were home when I walked in the door. Like
always, they ignored me, which was a good thing since I
needed to change out of my wet training pants. My mom was
busy and barely waved hi from the family room where she
watched game shows.
I went into my room and changed into baggy sweatpants and
to be safe, I put on another pair of training pants. I sat
on my desk chair and thought about Sandy, wishing I were
there with her: wearing a dress, safely snuggled in a thick
diaper, being fed on her lap from a bottle.
The rest of the week dragged between work and being ignored
by my mom and sisters. No one even questioned why I wore my
hat all the time. I felt those old feeling from when I was
young in a house of women. Then I would crave some
attention from them and fantasized at night that I was a
girl instead of their dumb brother.
On Friday, a big package arrived for me. This did spark a
slight interest with my mom, but I told her it was some
books I bought on ebay.
My hands shook as I opened the package. A note in it told
me to wear the contents when I met Sandy at her clothes
shop that afternoon. It went on to tell me how much she
missed me and that they wanted me to come live with them.
Inside were three disposable diapers and a snap front pair
of pink plastic pants. I was to wear one diaper and bring
the others in the shoulder bag provided. I pulled out a
pair of black pants and moaned. I couldn't wear these
outside. They were obviously women's pants since they
zipped on the right side hip. Lucky for me, Sandy provided
a long top that didn't look too feminine and could hide the
side zipper. For my feet, I was to wear ruffled top white
socks and flat unisex shoes.
I had to hurry before my sisters got home. My bags were
already packed and in the trunk of my car, not that I'd be
using any of the clothes in there, but I needed to show
that I had moved out for a while.
First, I pulled off all my clothes and for a second, I
hesitated before dressing in the clothes from Sandy. I was
on the edge of a big change in my life. I wondered if I
would ever be back here or whether I would ever be a boy
again.
I looked around my room. There was nothing stopping me. I
wanted to go to Sandy and be lost in submissiveness. I
didn't want to make decisions.
I sat down on the disposable diaper and tightly taped it
around my waist. Next, I pulled the shirt over my still
curled hair. The paints were tight and when I moved the
plastic from my diaper crackled loudly. The length of the
pants legs was short and my ruffles socks clearly showed.
I cracked open my bedroom door to make sure the house was
empty. Taking a deep breath I hurried out, focused on
getting out the front door, down the driveway and into my
car without being seen. My diaper sounded loud enough for
anyone near to here my approach.
"What are you wearing?"
I froze in the entryway and turned. My oldest sister was
sitting on the couch.
"Are you running away?"
I couldn't talk.
She stood and walked over to me. "You're gay aren't you?
The others don't think so, but I think you want to a girl
like us."
I couldn't move. She was twenty-seven and had been my
babysitter a lot as I grew up. She was the one who dressed
me in little girl clothes when I was little.
I had to get out of here. "I won't be back," I managed to
say.
"Those socks are so cute and what's under those pants?" She
reached out and rubbed my butt. The plastic crinkled loudly
under her caress. "Are you wearing a diaper?"
"Don't tell the others," I pleaded with her.
"I won't if you pull down your pants and let me see what
you're hiding."
She stood with her hands on her hips waiting for me. I
couldn't do it. This was horrible and it became worse when
she tired of waiting and when to the front of my pants
herself.
"I can't believe this," she said when realizing that my
pants had no zipper in the front. "You're wearing girls
pants." I looked away as she unzipped me and slide my pants
down, exposing my plastic pants. "Those are so cute."
When I didn't think things could be worse than standing in
the entryway with my sister finding out that I wore girls
clothes and plastic pants, my other two sister came in the
front door as my older sister pulled off my baseball cap,
exposing my girlish hair.
They stood silently with stunned looks.
I'd had enough. As fast as I could I pulled up my pants,
not bothering with the side zipper and pushed past them to
the front yard. There might have been neighbors watching,
but I didn't look around as I climbed into my car. Tears
ran down my cheeks. After today I could never go back home.
I drove away in a fog. Sandy's store was in a strip mall a
few miles away and the whole way, I cried, not caring who
saw me. All I wanted to do was get to Sandy and hide.
Unfortunately, the parking lot was full. My luck was
getting worse. There was a sale going on in her store.
Lot's of women and teenage girls were about the area, some
of them I knew from high school.
I parked away from the crowds and slinked down in my car.
How was I going to get in there to Sandy? Her note said
that if I didn't show up, dressed like this, the game would
be over and they'd search for another boy to be their
sissy. With my sisters knowing my secret, I had no other
place to go.
My diaper felt wet. I must have peed without realizing it.
After a while, I decided to go into the store. The crowd
seemed to have thinned and I remembered how I got away
looking like a teenage girl with Sandy. Hopefully, no one
would recognize me. The only problem would be my noisy
diaper.
I was wrong about the store being empty. The place was
packed with young women talking and shopping. Several
looked me over as I searched for Sandy. I probably looked
like I could be a girl, but with no makeup on, I might also
look like a boy. That and my damn diaper was so loud with
each step. All I wanted to do was crawl and hide somewhere
or run out of the store, but I'd had gone beyond the point
of return with my sisters.
"Can I help you?" asked a pretty, young salesgirl.
I stuttered about looking for Sandy.
"She's busy with customers right now, maybe I can help you
find something."
"Well, she told me to meet her." I lowered my eyes from her
sharp blue stare. She had to know that I was a boy.
"Oh," she exclaimed. "You must be Amanda, her little baby.
I should have known when I heard you walking." She said
this loudly, causing several girls to stop and look at me.
"You are wearing a diaper? She told me that you have
control problem and I wouldn't want you messing up your
nice pants."
One of the braver girls moved closer. "Is she wearing a
diaper?"
"Actually, she's really not a girl, but a sissy boy who has
to wear a diaper under her sissy clothes."
I wanted to cry with shame as the two girls giggled. "I'd
love to have a little sissy boy to dress. Does he belong to
someone?"
"The owner, but maybe you could baby sit the little sissy
sometime."
"That would be so much fun." She put her finger under my
chin and pushed my head up so I had to look in her eyes.
"Would you like that little sissy? We could play bondage
games. I like to tie up little ones like you. Wouldn't that
be so much fun?" The girl turned to the salesgirl. "Does
the sissy like girls or boys?"
"I'm told her mouth is good at both licking and sucking."
I couldn't help it, but the shame of everything made tears
well up in my eyes.
"You poor baby," said the salesgirl. "We didn't mean to
make you cry. Come on in the back. I'll change your diaper
and get you something to drink. Will that make you feel
better?"
I started to turn for the front door. I needed to get out
of there, but she grabbed my hand in a firm grip. "Where do
you think you were going?"
She lead me through the store as I cried and my full diaper
sang its baby sissy song.
When I saw Sandy, I ran to her. She hugged me tightly and
stroked my hair. "Now, now, Amanda, it's alright. Mommy's
here to take care of you." I felt her hand slide across my
butt and squeeze, obviously making sure I was diapered as
instructed.
"Let's get you into a dry diaper," she said to me. "We can
go into my office so these mean women won't see your little
thing as I get you changed."
I didn't see this big woman come up from behind us. I let
out a little cry of surprise when she picked me up like a
little baby. Her arms were so strong that I knew that it
was a man dressed as a woman.
"Kelly will take you back to my office," Sandy said. "I'll
be there is a minute."
I hid my face in Kelly's bosom as she carried me across the
store. She laid me down on a plastic mat on a leather couch
in Sandy's office. I was relieved to see Sandy come in the
office. The salesgirl followed Sandy.
"I have some diapers in my bottom drawer," Sandy said to
the salesgirl.
I looked away as Sandy pushed a pacifier into my mouth and
unzipped the side of my pants and pulled them down my legs
and past my feet.
"What we have to do is make sure no one suspects that you
are a boy. Won't that be better?" I nodded. She pulled down
my plastic pants to my knees. "My, my you're a wet little
girl."
Sandy pulled the tape from the sides of my diaper and
handed the soaked diaper to the salesgirl. She giggled at
my shrunken penis.
"This nice girl is Missy," Sandy said. "She'll help you
pick out some clothes and put on some makeup."
Sandy taped a new diaper tightly around my hips and pulled
up my pink plastic pants. "You sit here while she goes and
finds you a skirt."
Sandy and Missy left the office. I sat on the couch in only
a blouse, my diaper and plastic pants. The big woman was
still in the office.
"I hear that your mouth is good," she said.
It a day of humiliation, I wasn't surprise when she reached
under her dress and unsnapped her teddy. Under it, she had
a big cock.
"Let me give you something better than that pacifier."
She came over to where I sat, her cock standing straight
out at my face. I looked around hoping that I could get
this over before Missy came back with my skirt.
I spit of my pacifier and slowly licked her cock, using my
hand to keep it from moving away. I rubbed my soft face
along the shaft and caressed his balls with my other hand.
I then looked up at her heavily made up blue eyes and took
her cock in my mouth. She shuddered and dropped the skirt
of her dress over my head. In this tent, I began to move
her cock in my mouth. It felt so hot sitting on the couch,
working on this lovely silky cock.
I couldn't stop my moans of pleasure as I gave this
stranger a blowjob. Being submissive made me feel so much
better. When she came, I was able to swallow all her lovely
milk.
She patted my head and said thank you, which for some
reason made me embarrassed, that and the fact that Missy
had come back into the office. She had stood quietly
watching me give a blowjob.
"What a naughty little girl," Missy said with a large
smile.
She told me to stand so we could put on my new clothes. The
blouse was a light pink with a peter pan collar. Under the
blouse, I was to wear a pink bra that she stuffed with a
sock in each cup. The skirt was a pink plaid and pleated.
It zipped in the back and looked like something you would
wear to school. We followed this with thigh high white
stockings with pink butterflies.
"You are so cute," she said, taking my hand. "Let's go show
Sandy."
I pulled back and protested that I didn't want to go out
there where everyone could see me. She smacked my hand and
stuck a pacifier in my mouth. Now, I really didn't want to
go out there, but I felt helpless to resist.
My breath almost stopped when I saw myself in the big
mirrors out in the story. My skirt flared out and just
barely covered my diaper, but my legs looked so good in the
stockings. I was no longer looking like a boy in girls
clothing. Instead, I looked like a teenage girl trying to
dress as a little girl.
Sandy clapped her hands and told me that I was so darling.
She whispered in my ear that I should never wear boy's
clothes again and that I wouldn't as long as I lived with
her.
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