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Author's Note: This is a sequel to the story TV Nudist, by the same
author. The heroine of these stories is Marcie O'Malley, formerly Mike
O'Malley. To learn more about how Mike became Marcie, you should read
TV Nudist, although the transformation is lightly touched on here.
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MOMMY TIME
By Rachel Saunders
I awoke slowly. Through the haze I could smell coffee brewing in
the kitchen, as well as something else- bacon maybe? I turned and
patted the other side of the bed as I groggily tried to open my eyes.
Empty. As I laid in bed random thoughts went through my mind: Nancy was
in the kitchen making breakfast; today was Saturday, great, I wouldn't
have to go to work today. Suddenly I started awake. Today was Saturday!
I reached down through the plastic panties and into the diaper I was
wearing. Thank God, I had wet myself during the night.
I guess a little background is needed here. My name is Marcie
O'Malley. I'm 25 years old, 5'7", 118 pounds, with strawberry blonde
hair and blue eyes. I'm nicely built; 34C-24-35 and I also have a 3"
penis. If you wonder how this could be, when my mother conceived me I
should have developed into a pair of fraternal twins, one boy and one
girl. However, something went wrong and I was born a (supposed) boy;
when I was about 12 years old my female half took over and I started to
develop breasts, hips, tush, etc. When I was ready to start high school
I was already fitting into my mother's bras. Mom moved us to another
town so that I could start a new high school as a girl and escape the
taunts of the kids who new me only as "Tits O'Malley".
A little less than a year ago I visited Sandy Run, a nudist
colony with my then boyfriend, Jimmy. There I met Nancy, as well as my
friends Deb and Linda and my best friend Amy and her husband Dan. Nancy
was openly hostile to me at first. I discovered later that she didn't
like men much. Apparently when she was younger and had just starting
dating she was a victim of date rape. It took her a while to recover
from that emotionally. After she started dating again, she met a boy
who she fell for heavily. He told her after a while that he loved her
deeply, and after a few months he finally convinced her to have sex.
Then when he got what he wanted he dropped her immediately. That had
turned her against anything with a penis, and I, a sexual "freak" (as
she called me when we met) was an easy target for her wrath.
When she learned a little bit of my history she warmed up to me.
In fact, the very first night I spent in my new apartment after leaving
Jimmy she shared my bed. We have been together ever since. It was a
novel experience for both of us; she was only the second woman I had
ever had sex with (the first was Amy, just a couple of nights earlier)
and for her it was the longest time she had ever been with a man (if I
could be called that).
We had sex as lesbians do. She very rarely ever touched my penis,
and never once put it in her mouth. And I was only allowed to perform
oral sex or masturbate her with my fingers or vibrator. Usually I
needed to masturbate myself while she played with my boobs to get any
satisfaction at all.
After a while she added a new wrinkle to our lovemaking when she
came over with a strap-on dildo. I welcomed that because ever since we
had been together I had missed the feeling of anal sex. She had used
her fingers before but this was different. And it was huge! And very
fat.
I had tightened up considerably since I had stopped having sex
with men but after a few sessions I was again able to take the whole
length in me. And she was a magnificent fucker- as I laid on my back
with my legs in the air her hips slammed into me as all but couple of
men had ever been able to do.
But still it wasn't the same. I missed the warmth of a real
penis, I missed the feeling of cum squirting into me and I missed the
feeling of a softening penis plopping out of my ass. And I could never
get into sucking on it. We tried a few times but I could never get over
the plastic taste and unyielding firmness of the phallus, so we stopped
trying.
One day we were laying in bed. Nancy had come over to spend the
night (she wanted us to move in together but I was reluctant, after
just coming out of a long term relationship with Jimmy- plus my little
efficiency apartment was too small for us to share). We were leaning
against our pillows watching a little TV. We were both naked, that was
the way she preferred it, although I truly missed flitting around in my
apartment in my sheer, femme nighties.
Nancy had her arm around my shoulders, and I was nestled safely
in her arm. When she leaned over to kiss me her long dishwater blonde
hair brushed against my face. When I brushed it away I was cheek to
cheek with one of her breasts. Her breasts were so large that she could
lift one to her mouth and suck on her nipple. "You know, if you ever
have a baby it will be the best fed kid in town," I teased.
"I thought you were my baby?" Nancy asked. "Does baby want some
milk?" I smiled and nodded my head yes. She put her thumb between her
fingers and touched me lightly on my cheek so I would turn my head to
her nipple. I gently sucked on her stiffening nipple as she squeezed
her breast as a mother might. Of course she was not lactating but just
the act of breastfeeding was a comforting feeling for both of us. Nancy
softly whispered encouragement as I suckled. After I while I broke free
from her nipple and we kissed very passionately. The resulting
lovemaking session was very intense; maybe the best we ever had.
Slowly over the next few weeks she added to the fantasy. First
she brought over a pacifier and while she made dinner I was to suck on
the plastic nipple. One day at lunch she made herself a chef salad.
"Where's mine?" I asked. "It's in the kitchen warming up. Be patient,"
she said. A few seconds later I heard the microwave beep. Nancy went
into the kitchen. "Perfect," I heard her say. I was stunned when she
came into the living room with a baby bottle full of warmed milk. "You
must be kidding!" I exclaimed when she came to me. "Don't be a bad
baby," she said. "Bad babies get a spanking!" she continued.
She had gently spanked me before as a prelude to our lovemaking,
so I knew she wasn't averse to tanning my hide if she wanted to. She
sat down next to me. "We're not going to make a fuss, are we?" she
asked while looking deeply into my eyes. I shook my head no, and she
put the bottle into my mouth. She had added sugar to the milk and it
was very sweet but somehow I managed to finish the bottle. When I was
done she gave me a smile, wiped my mouth clean, popped the pacifier
into my mouth and went back to finish her salad.
Which is why I now find myself in a wet diaper and a pair of
plastic, snap-on training panties (with cute little ruffles across my
ass, of course). Nancy had found an Internet site that sold adult sized
baby clothes and accessories. The first night she came over with a
diaper bag slung over her shoulder I rebelled. Soon after that I found
myself with a bright red butt and tears streaming down my cheeks from
her spanking. I was still sniffling softly as she put me on my back,
lifted my legs into the air and powdered and oiled my bottom before
sliding a diaper on. Nancy looked down at my penis. "Something's wrong
here," she said. "Babies don't have any hair down here. We might have
to shave this off." "No!" I cried. I always kept my muff neatly trimmed
but still I didn't like the idea of having it all razored off. She
shushed me. "I'll have to think about that," she said. Then she folded
the diaper into place and pinned it on with big pink diaper pins and
then slid the panties up my legs and snapped them closed.
Thankfully this didn't become an everyday occurrence, but she did
diaper me once or twice a week if she spent the night. Because we both
had to get up early to get ready for work I wasn't expected to actually
use the diaper. But one Saturday night I got up to pee and she grabbed
my arm and pulled me back to the bed. "I have to pee," I cried.
"Go ahead," she said. "That's what the diaper is for," she added.
I told her I wasn't going to pee in a diaper and I didn't care how much
she spanked me for not doing it. "OK, then," she said. I got up to go
to the bathroom but she pushed me back onto the bed, then straddled me,
holding my tightly with her strong legs. She then started tickling my
ribs. She knew I was very, very ticklish and I was at her mercy. Soon I
just couldn't control it anymore and I had to let go. My diaper got
very squishy as the urine soaked in.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said. I was so
embarrassed. She went to the bathroom and came back with the changing
pad and a clean diaper and pair of plastic panties. She unsnapped the
rhumba panties I was wearing and unpinned the dirty diaper. She used
the corner of it to wipe my penis dry. She took the bottle of baby oil
and poured a little in the palm of her hand. She then rubbed her hands
together and started stroking my cock. This was a very unlikely
exercise for her to do. I quickly responded to her stroking and ended
up gushing over her hand and my belly.
She went back into the bathroom to wash her hands. She returned
with a warm washcloth and cleaned my belly and penis. Then she powdered
and oiled again and put me in the new diaper and panties. She crawled
into bed and was soon sleeping soundly, but I was awake, wondering
where this relationship was headed.
It then became our routine that whenever I didn't have to work
the next day I was expected to use the diaper during the night, and
then she would change me in the morning after she woke up and before my
bottle of milk. One Sunday morning I woke up dry and Nancy became very
cross with me. The same thing happened the next Saturday. "Baby didn't
make wee wee last night?" she asked. She went to my dresser and pulled
out a top. "Put this on and come into the living room," she said. I
pulled out a pair of panties and slipped into them and the tank top.
When I got into the living room I stared in disbelieve at the plastic
potty chair sitting in the middle of the room.
"Have a seat," she said. "And I don't want you to get off that
chair until you've peed and pooped into the potty," She had that look
in her eyes which told me I had to do what I was told. "Yes, mommy," I
said glumly. Nancy came over and eased my cotton panties down my legs
and led me to the potty chair. "No big girl panties for you just yet, I
think," she said as I sat down.
"I agree," came a strange voice from the kitchen. I stared in
horror as two of Nancy's dyke friends watched my humiliation. Nancy
just smirked at me and then the three of them sat on the couch watching
TV. Once in a while they would look at me and direct some comments. I
had to pee when I woke up that morning so that wasn't a problem, but it
took me a while before I could poop.
Nancy and her friends left early in the evening to do some club
hopping but I begged off. I have a feeling that the two crewcutted
dykes didn't really want me with them anyway. I was over my humiliation
and had moved on to anger. I decided to call Amy.
She had just finished cleaning up after dinner and was in a mood
to talk. A half hour later she came in with a sixpack and we each had a
beer and started talking. I told her about everything that had happened
in the last few weeks as she listened sympathetically.
"You know I don't need this crap." I said. "I wish I could get
out of this somehow. What can I do, Amy?" Amy put her beer down and
hugged me tightly. "Don't worry, kiddo, everything will work out on its
own," she said.
"Remember that I'm Nancy's friend too," she continued. "I knew
her long before you and I ever met. We still have heart to hearts and I
think that maybe she wants to move on too," she finished. I was
surprised to hear this. I knew Nancy preferred women but she hadn't
shown any signs of dissatisfaction.
"I think the best thing is that you two should get together and
talk. Try a friendly split, maybe for a couple of weeks and then
compare notes and see what's what and who's who. Just remember to be
fair and amiable with her, Marce. If you back her into a corner she'll
get pissed, and I think you know what she's like when she's angry," Amy
said.
The next day I did as Amy suggested. Nancy and I agreed to split
but still try to remain friends. There were some tense moments during
the discussion, but in the end I think I could detect relief in her
demeanor. I know that I was relieved.
We moved on with our lives. Nancy soon found a new girlfriend,
and I was ready to find a good man to love. After everything I had been
through with that dog Jimmy and Nancy the tigress I was just looking
for someone to be happy with. I didn't care what he looked like, or how
much money he had or how good he was in bed- if he made me laugh and
could treat me nicely and sincerely, that was all I needed.
I was sitting on Amy's couch. She was dressed nicely in a white
sleeveless blouse and a pair of mustard colored slacks. Amy's daughter
Janie was in my lap and I was braiding her long auburn hair. "Staying
for dinner, kid?" Amy asked.
"Sure, you know me. I never turn down a free meal," I joked. Just
then the door burst open and a little tornado named Danny Jr. ran
through the room and dashed up the stairs. Janie started squirming in
my lap so I let her go after her brother. Dan then came through the
door, wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. His curly white hair, red
cheeks and pot belly always reminded me of Santa Claus but he really
was a sweetheart and was a good friend. I gave him a little peck on the
cheek and then Amy took me into the kitchen to help her with dinner.
We were washing the dishes after dinner. Dan and the kids were in
the living room watching TV. "I ran into your old friend Jimmy at Sandy
Run last weekend," Amy said. "He doesn't look like he's changed any,"
she continued. I didn't say anything. We finished with the dishes and
as she was rinsing her hands in the sink I leaned over and gave her a
soft kiss on the cheek.
"What was that for?" she asked, with a slightly surprised look on
her face.
"No special reason," I said. "Maybe just because you're the best
bud I ever had. I'm so happy I met you. Do you know how much I envy you
Amy? You've got such a great life-a loving husband, two wonderful
kids..."
"Three children," Amy said.
"You have another kid? Is it a boy or a girl? Where is it?" I
asked. She reached over and took my wrist and put my hand on her belly.
"It's right here, and I'm not sure if it's a boy or a girl. Ask me
again in about seven months," she laughed.
"Oh my! Oh my! How wonderful!" I cried. I was practically jumping
up and down I was so happy for her.
"What's all this commotion out here?" Dan asked as he came into
the kitchen. "Oh, I just let Marcie in on our little secret," Amy said.
I ran over and threw my arms around Dan and kissed him all over. "Way
to go, stud!" I laughed as he squeezed me tightly.
We laughed some more and after Dan went back into the living room
Amy put her arm around me. "You know I haven't even told my mother yet,
or my sister. I mean my other sister- You're like a sis to me, kid,"
she said. I blushed a little but I felt the same about her. We put our
arms around each other and rocked gently.
"OK, now help me get the kids to bed," she said. We bathed Janie
and I brushed her hair while Marcie got Danny into the tub. A few
minutes later the kids were ready to go to bed, Janie in her long
Powerpuff Girls sleepshirt and Danny in his PJ's. "Give Aunt Marcie a
kiss goodnight," Janie came over and gave me a little kiss but Danny
complained. "That's mushy!" he said. I ran over and gave him a big kiss
on his forehead. "Ah, man!" he said, wiping his forehead with his
pajama sleeve. Amy gave him a playful swat on his butt and sent them
into their rooms.
We went back downstairs. Dan was sound asleep, sitting in his
recliner with his feet up. Amy and I sat on the couch. "Are you up for
a slumber party?" Amy asked me. "Dan and Danny are going fishing at the
lake next weekend with some friends. We can have a girlie night. We can
invite Debbie and Linda, plus my sister Joanne will be in town next
weekend."
"Why don't we have a girl's night out first?" I suggested.
"There's a Ladies' Lockup going on at the Trophy Room Friday night. We
can go there and then came back here for the slumber party." The Trophy
Room was a sports bar downtown that I was working part-time as a
barmaid. I had foolishly forgotten to retrieve a credit card that I had
loaned to Jimmy and he ran up a huge bill after we split up. The credit
card company was holding me responsible so I had to get a second job to
try and make the payments. The bartenders all wore black and white
striped shirts to look like referees, and the barmaids all wore cute
little cheerleader outfits. I had worked extra hours for some of the
other girls so I was pretty sure I could get Friday night off, even
though it was one of the busiest nights of the week, and with a special
event planned as well.
"What's a 'Ladies' Lockup'?" Amy asked.
"Well, it's usually one hell of a good time. Women are allowed in
at 7:00 and get free drinks all night. The men are all locked out.
About 7:30 the show starts...male strippers!" Amy gasped, and then got
a big smile on her face. "At 10:00 the men are let in, to a club full
of horny, drunk women. Only a troll couldn't get laid after that," I
laughed.
"Oh, Debbie and Linda are gonna love this," laughed Amy. Deb and
Linda were good friends of ours but they both had a reputation as a
boy-crazy pair. They weren't sluts, but they liked to have a good time,
generally with one or more men each. "Let's call them now!" I said.
By 8:30 Friday night the Trophy Room was complete pandemonium.
After an hour and a half of free liquor and an hour of buff men
stripping down to their G-strings even the most staid woman in the club
was on her feet, screaming, laughing and waving dollar bills at each
dancer as he made his way through the audience.
The dancers were typical fantasy figures: cops, soldiers,
pirates, cowboys, etc. Almost every macho man image was represented.
The dancer would strip on the stage and then make his way through the
audience collecting tips and kisses. After a pass of the audience the
next stud would mount the stage and the scene would begin again. The
cowboy was in the audience and Deb waved a handful of dollars his way.
He came to our table and Deb stuffed the wad of bills into the front of
the cowboys G-string. She then got close and whispered into his ear. He
broke out into a very toothy smile and nodded his head. He then made
his way to the next table.
"Oh, I'm out of ones," Deb said. "I'm going to the bar to get
some change." As she left Linda yelled "Bring me back a sloe screw,"
Deb shook her head yes and disappeared into the crowd. As she left the
music started pounding through the enormous sound system again,
announcing the arrival of the next dancer. The curtains flew open and
out stepped...Zorro! "Oooh," both I and Joanne moaned at the same time.
Joanne was a very pretty woman, but not quite as lovely as her big Sis,
Amy. We watched Zorro in fascination as he stripped off his cape and
hat, and then his black silk shirt and toreador pants came off next,
leaving him in only a black mesh G-string, his black leather mask and
pair of boots. The women in the front were going crazy as he was the
first dancer that showed his penis. The other dancers had worn solid
strings but Zorro's mesh pouch left nothing to the imagination. By the
time he made his way to our table his cock was fully erect after being
stroked by the other women in the crowd as they stuffed their money in
his strings. He came up to me when I waved some bills at him. Wow was
he something! A chiseled body; an olive complexion, dark, curly hair; a
wide smile and a dominating lady-pleaser pointing straight at me. "Go
for it, girl," Amy said while nudging me towards him. Meanwhile, my own
tiny cock was straining against the thin panties I was wearing,
demanding some attention.
I took the few steps to him like a pagan virgin on her way to the
temple. His smile widened and he waved me on. I fell into his arms and
tried to stuff my money into his string. He pulled me tightly to his
chest and asked me if I wanted a kiss. "Yes, please," and with that he
gently licked my dry lips with his tongue and then kissed me. I was
vaguely aware that our table erupted when he kissed me. Suddenly Linda
was by my side, tugging at my shoulder. "Marcie, what are you doing?"
she laughed. I looked down and realized that I had slipped my hand into
the G-string and had been jerking him off the whole time he had me in
his arms. "I'm sorry!" I stammered. "Any time, baby," Zorro said and
then made his way to the next table.
I sheepishly turned back to my table. The other girls all pointed
at me and start chanting "Slut! Slut" and then laughed. I smiled and
curtsied and sat down again. "That guy can make a 'Z' on my ass
whenever he wants to," I laughed.
Just then Deb came back and sat down. "Did I miss anything?" she
asked.
"It looks like you didn't miss much," Linda said, wiping her
finger along Deb's chin. "Just this drop or two of cum. Did you blow
that cowboy? And where the hell is my drink?" Deb sat there with a cat
and canary smile. We all pointed at her and started chanting "Slut!
Slut!"
"What a waste," Deb sighed. All of that beef and I have to spend
the night with a bunch of girls." She was dressed in a long t-shirt
with a picture of the Chippendale dancers on the front and a pair of
panties.
We were all still pretty buzzed but too wired to sleep yet. I had
on my favorite babydoll nightie, a pale pink see through number. Amy
and Linda were wearing tank tops and pajama bottoms. Joanne had crashed
when we got back to Amy's, all of the drinks and the long plane flight
she had today caught up to her.
I waited to see if Amy was going to tell the others about her
pregnancy but when she didn't bring it up I figured she was waiting
until the first trimester was over, for luck.
"What do we do at a slumber party? This is my first one," I
asked. "You've never done this before?" Linda asked.
"No, I couldn't take a chance on being found out," I said,
rubbing my cock through my panties for emphasis.
"Well, we always used to play records, talk about boys,
experiment with makeup, order pizzas, teach each other how to kiss,
talk some more about boys," Linda laughed.
"Great," Deb said. "We all know how to kiss. We can't play
records because Janie and Joanne are asleep. Make-up isn't a big deal
anymore. I guess we can talk about boys, though. How big was the
biggest dick you ever had?" She asked the room.
"Don't forget to order a couple of pizzas for delivery," Amy
said, ignoring Deb.
"Forget the pizza," Linda countered. "It's too fattening. Just
order us a couple of pizza delivery boys!" We all looked at Linda.
Slowly we brought our arms up and pointed at her. "Slut! Slut!" we
chanted softly.
The next morning I woke up and made my way to the bathroom. After
relieving myself of all of the beer I had the night before I washed and
dried my face and hands. I spread a little toothpaste on my finger and
did the best job I could of brushing my teeth. I looked a fright; I
still had some remnants of my makeup on and my hair was a mess. I
looked in the cabinet to see if there was any cold cream and a
hairbrush in it, but neither were there. Then there was a knock at the
door" "Hurry please," Joanne said.
I opened the door and apologized to Joanne. "Amy's in the
kitchen, Marcie, She has something for you, but I don't think it's cold
cream," she said, shutting the door behind her.
I walked into the kitchen, yawning and scratching my belly. "Good
morning!" Amy chirped. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous man I had
ever seen. He had wide shoulders, a trim waist and a noticeable bulge
in his trousers. His auburn hair was neatly trimmed and his green eyes
shone brightly. And a killer smile!
He was dressed smartly in a suit and tie and Italian highly
polished shoes. And here I was before him, wearing a see-through
shortie nightgown with makeup caked on my face and my hair a mess.
"Dear, this is my brother, Scott," Amy said.
He stepped up and took my hand. "And you are the famous Marcie
I've heard so much about these past few months. I'm so pleased to
finally meet you!"
I looked into his eyes. "Oh boy," I said.
***
What's that I hear in the distance? It sounds like...wedding
bells? Could things finally be working out for our little girl? Stay
tuned and find out.
I want to encourage all of you who either liked or disliked this
story to please tell me so in a review. What did you like? What didn't
you like? What would you like to see?
Again, I want to thank Fictionmania for giving me an outlet for
these little stories.
Rachel Saunders, 2004
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