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Fade In, Fade Out Synopsis: John's landlady has closed him out of his apartment and he's desperate for cash. Fortunately he knows of a cash box and, while deeply regretting what he's about to do, opens a door he thinks is going to lead him out of his current crisis. In a way it does although that was the last day he would need cash, or for that matter most of what he was wearing. Babies don't need money or pants if you're a girl. Characters in order of appearance and disappearance: Helen Marks, current owner of Mark's Manner; Julie and Susan Marks, the late children of Abigail Marks, and John Stratford now the younger sister of Julie and Susan and daughter of Helen. Story John eased the large steel door open slowly till he had enough room to slip in and did so after a quick look down both directions of the alley. He removed the small splinter of wood from the lock so it would work again. That wedge was added after his application for work had been filled out and taken. Nothing else was locked inside of the large theater, as John began to work his way towards the wardrobe department's office and that cash box he'd seen there. John had seen that box only yesterday when he was interviewing for a janitorial job. John had watched the seamstress who had brought in a dress get paid from out of it. A fairly well stocked cash box and he thought of nothing else since. He had to have it and was going to have it as he worked out how to make that happen. He'd come back at night after wedging the lock with a small piece of wood in the side door on his way out. It had worked and he was inside easily and almost at the office. His steps faltered. He felt like he'd stepped in molasses suddenly, and looked down to see what kind of stuff held his legs. There was nothing between his feet and the floor yet he would swear he was standing in goo. He thrust his arms out for leverage but they too were suddenly in that goo. It was if the very air he was breathing had grown too thick to move in yet he could still breathe. He felt chilled and suddenly very afraid. "I felt him to!" A girl's voice said from behind John although John didn't hear that voice. "He's after the cash of all things!" Another girl's voice said. "What?" That first voice asked. "He's robbing the place! Can you believe that? He's heading for the wardrobe department for a box and the cash in it. He's a robber?" That second voice said. "You're right! I can feel it too. Now why would we want to steal that money?" That first voice asked. "Honestly, you can be so thick at times. What do you think he's going to do with cash?" That second voice said. "OK, that was dumb!" That first voice asked and added: "So what do we do now?" "Are you going senile on me? I'm stuck OK?" That second voice asked. "Stuck? You're kidding? How? OK, OK! Never mind that. Don't get your panties into a twist." That first voice asked but stopped mid sentence to suddenly asked, "What do you mean you're stuck? You mean as in STUCK?" "Yes! STUCK! I didn't see him. He walked right through me and I'm stuck!" That second voice said in a growing desperation. "What? How could you not see him? You can't be stuck! Please, tell me you're joking!" That first voice asked in shock. "I'm not! I'm serious! Look, I wasn't paying any attention OK! He walked right though me before I could sense he was in here. Nothing I could do about it." That second voice said and added: "And it's as much your fault as mine!" "Mine? No it isn't! I was dancing!" That first voice said. "Well, you didn't sense him either so there!" The second voice noted. "Mom's going to be furious! She's never going to let us out again after this!" That first voice said and added: "Is he, like... fused?" "Hello! Yes he's fused! Why do you think I'm holding him!" That second voice said in frustration. "We've got to tell mom, we don't have a choice. We can't do it!" That first voice noted. "Sometimes you can be so frustrating! What did I just say? I know we've got to tell mom silly since I'm already holding him." That second voice said. "But we're going to have to take him home with us?" That first voice said sounding fearful. "I know! Can't be helped. Mom's the only one that can fix this." That second voice said also sounding as fearful as the first. "Can you manage like that?" That first voice asked. "Of course! Now go and open that stage door. I don't want his arms grabbing hold of anything. Hard enough holding him!" That second voice said. "On it!" That first voice said. John felt himself walking easily again, but he wasn't walking towards wardrobe. He wasn't walking in any direction he wanted to go and panic rose as he moved back towards the door he'd entered. Something was pushing him or pulling him because he wasn't sure. Whatever it was it was moving him only it didn't feel like pushing or being driven. He felt as if his brain was riding inside of another body and he was suddenly just along for the ride. He wanted to cry, run, scream and cry again as he moved onto the street. Hundreds of people out and not one of them knew he was in trouble and he didn't know what the trouble was. He wanted to yell at each person that passed. Yell for help but couldn't say a word. He just walked. He walked casually. Not a care in the world and no one noticed him. Seven blocks North on Main, four more off main, a left and three more blocks. At least a dozen blocks before he turned towards a large Victorian home on a street full of large Victorians. You had visions of carriages pulled by horses and women with parasols on that street at one time. No cars parked either because they had an alleyway. This was the ritzy part of town. Old money, old stately homes on a street lined with trees planted by people long since gone. John walked to a beautiful home, climbed the steps and extended his hand for the ornate screen door before opening the main door. He was inside with the door closing behind him and worried over what the occupants might say. They would want to know what he was doing inside of their house and he wouldn't be able to answer. "What do you mean she's stuck? What have I told you two!" A woman's voice said coming into the entrance where John stood. There was no one else in that room but that woman and him yet she seemed to ignore him while talking to someone else as she looked at John and added: Susan! How could you! What have I told you? Now look what you've done!" "Mom, I couldn't help it! He came up before I could sense him there and he was already walking through me before I could stop him. I'm sorry!" Susan said almost on the verge of tears. "And Julie! Where were you when this happened?" The woman's voice said to another imaginary person that she turned to. He got the impression that person would be next to him. John decided she was crazy perhaps. Of course he couldn't explain why he was there either so he might be crazy as well. Odd that she didn't seem to care that he was there and funny that she was angry over something else and not in a panic over him, a stranger, in her house. "Mom, I told you I was on the stage dancing. We were pretending to be Sugar Plum Fairies." Julie said, now in her own sort of panic, and she too was on the verge of tears. Her mother didn't get mad often and you simply didn't want her mad. "Well, it can't be helped now. Let this be a lesson to you both! If you are going to go out then you absolutely must be careful! Now then, let me think a moment and decide what we are going to do with him." The woman said looking at John but it didn't appear she was actually seeing him. "Mom, you've got to do the chant! That's obvious!" Susan said in a matter of fact tone. "Honey, don't you think I know that?" The woman said. "So let's start?" Susan said. "And once I start that chant what then?" The woman said to thin air. She was having a perfectly normal conversation with someone to his left and someone, he guessed, was perhaps behind him since he couldn't see anyone. Only he was the only one besides her in the room. "He runs!" Susan said suddenly understanding why her mother was hesitating. That risk added to the frustration as the reality of what would happen was realized. She sighed a little as she added: "He runs and then maybe tells someone!" "Right! But it could be even worse than that sweetheart. What if he starts to run and we don't finish? You go off with him to wherever he decides to run to. Honey, you've been around long enough to know some of this, so you've got to think with your brain and not your heart." The woman said. "You're right, I'm sorry. So what can we do?" Susan asked. There was a painfully long pause. "I'm not sure yet! Whatever it is, it's got to keep him here long enough to get you free and..." The woman spoke then stopped and a smile went across her face. "What?" Susan asked. "Dress him up!" The woman said after looking thoughtful for a time. "What? Dress him up? I don't understand." Julie asked before Susan could. "Let's get him dressed up. He won't dare run if he's wearing a dress. No boy is going to want to go outside dressed as a girl. No, better yet let's dress him as a baby girl. He definitely won't want to run outside then. Especially if he still looks like a boy. Yes, that might work." The woman said. "Wicked!" Susan said sounding suddenly naughty. "And you young lady! Don't even go there! This is no time to be mischievous. This isn't going to be a boy toy like that other time. Besides, I'm still not sure what I'm going to do with you so you'd better be on your best behavior." The woman said. Susan felt her mother's anger and fought back the giggle she felt coming up John's throat but actually hers. Her throat but John's as well and her mother was right. This was no time to be mischievous as she said: "Sorry mom!" "Upstairs! Take him to my room. Julie? Julie where are you?" The woman called out. "I'm in the attic mom!" Julie called back and added: "Getting him some clothes!" "Diapers! Don't forget those! Get the night time diapers!" The woman said looking up at the ceiling. "I know! OK, I've found them." Julie yelled back from above. John moved then, heading for the steps and past the woman. She was behind him as he started to mount the steps. He struggled, cursed but silently, and struggled some more, but it wasn't his body anymore. He was in a house he didn't want to be in with a woman who was stark raving mad and talking. Talking as if there was someone else there besides him. And where the hell was he going? "Mom?" Julie yelled. "What?" The woman asked from behind John as he climbed the steps. "Where do you want this stuff and do you want the ruffled baby panties or just a pair of plain of the pink plastic?" "Honey, wait until he's in my room then move everything into yours! I want the most frilliest things you can find. Definitely the ruffled panties and find that little pink dress of mine that you use to wear. Should be in one of the large wardrobe boxes. If you can't find that one just get something pretty and little girlish." The woman said. John had no idea what she was talking about or to who, but he caught the gist of it and went into a full panic again. Dresses, frilly, diapers, ruffled panties and he had no idea why. No clue other than her saying dress him up? She didn't want him running? Why? What the hell was going on? John wanted to scream for help as he tried struggling free. "Susan, go ahead and get undressed!" The woman said after they walked into a large master bedroom. "Yes ma'am!" Susan said with a smile behind it. What her mother actually meant was for her to get John undressed. Although it was clear suddenly that Susan wanted to play a little as John started undressing as a stripper might. "Susan, what did I say about being mischievous?" The woman warned and added: "If you don't stop this nonsense, you'll not see the light of day till I'm an old woman!" "OK, I know! Sorry." Susan said as John stopped his antics and began to remove his shoes. He was removing his shoes but it wasn't him removing his shoes. His socks followed then he undid his belt and removed his pants. His shorts were next and finally his tee-shirt. All of John's clothes came off as easily as they would if he was doing it himself only he wasn't. He wasn't doing any of it and that woman simply stood there watching with her arms folded. How was this happening? How was she doing this? Why was it happening? John was scared. "OK, get him to Julie's room. Julie, you ready?" The woman asked. "All set!" Julie said happily and added: "I found that dress. Sure wish it still fit me?" "It won't any longer, but the importantly thing is it should fit him!" The woman said. John was naked when he stepped out of that large master bedroom. He walked towards the large wide steps he'd climbed, then past them to the doors on the other side of that staircase. He stuck his hand out, took hold of the knob and walked into a very feminine and very juvenile bed room. A little girl's space John decided while fighting a growing panic over his state, that space and, more importantly, his fate. "The diaper first!" The woman said. "This is so weird!" Susan said moving towards the large thick diaper now laying on the bed. "Can't be helped!" The woman said as John, under the complete and full direction of Susan, sat down on the bed and directly on top of the diaper. He knew what was going to happen and his fight to keep it from happening began again. This couldn't be happening. This was impossible! John laid back and to his shame he casually lifted the front of the diaper between his legs he'd spread as wide as he could. He stopped just as he was pulling it up. "Baby powder?" Susan asked. "Definitely!" The woman said moving to the dresser and handing John the Johnson and Johnson's baby powder. John under Susan's direction took it, twisted the lid open and began shaking baby powder on himself. A few seconds later he was rubbing it over his genitals. His erection came on in spite of his fear. "Susan!" The woman said. "What? Mom, honestly, I'm just rubbing the powder in!" Susan said. "Then that's enough powder rubbing!" The woman said. John renewed his efforts on the diaper and brought it over his powdery white skin. He was diapering himself and he couldn't do a thing about it. It was a huge diaper but fluffy huge and soft as it came between his legs. John reached for a diaper pin, opened it, and while noting the pink plastic teddy bear shape laid back before he gathered the two sides together. He pushed the diaper pin in both layers and closed it. The second one followed and in no time the diaper was on. He had no idea how to pin a diaper on anyone let alone by himself yet there he was and there it was. A nearly perfect fit and neatly pinned. Two pink diaper pins and a nearly perfect soft fluffy "V" forming from his waist to his legs. A real diaper and he was wearing it. How? "Forgot how these things feel! Yucky!" Susan said. "Too bad! Can't be helped!" The woman said. What can't be helped? John mused in his panic thoughts. How was she doing this! How could this even be possible John also thought as he reached for what he imagined were little girl panties with ruffles only to discover they were lined in plastic. "Susan is a prissy little baby!" Julie said laughing as she watched John push his feet into the cute ruffled panties. They were white with pink lace at the back and decorated with a tiny pink bow and they were so cute. "Mom, make her stop! It's not my fault!" Susan said as she guided the panties along her legs which were John's as he was guiding them along his. "Julie that's enough. That's far enough Susan! Go ahead and let him stand so he can pull his panties up in front of the mirror." The woman said as John continued dressing himself. John rose and pulled his baby pants up, then ran his hands over the back lifting the lace with a finger before he ran them along both sides. His diaper gathering between his legs felt like he had a blanket tucked in there. "These are so cute!" Susan said as she moved her hands to her side and ran them over the silky nylon. John felt himself getting excited and couldn't help it, but feeling guilty over his reaction to what he was wearing. His bottom was huge as was the front. A puffy ball of ruffles and nylon and his. "Susan?" The woman said noting John's condition as it became suddenly obvious. "Mom, I'm telling you it's not me! Honest! He's doing that on his own." Susan said. "OK fine, but do you mind! I'd like to get this done today. If you want, I'll diaper you later." The woman said. "Not likely. OK, I was just admiring the panties!" Susan said as she sat again. She saw the Mary Jane shoes and lacy socks and bent John to gather the first sock. John gathered the sock and slipped it over his foot deciding he was dreaming this as he folded over the lace into a cuff. He was scared witless, but he wasn't being harmed although he couldn't say the same for his ego. He put on both socks then added the shoes and closed the little black straps like he'd been doing it all of his life and in a way he had. He had been dressing as a girl all of his life, only because Susan had. Truth was Susan had been wearing Mary Jane shoes for nearly five generations now. Susan and her sister were, in a manner of speaking, perpetual little girls since they had died at that age. Had they lived, they would have actually been Helen's great aunts. Julie, the youngest of the two sisters was born in 1899 and Susan 1902. They were killed in 1911 when they were caught unaware that the playhouse they'd made from an old blanket sitting on top of the new wooden side boards was actually for a new coal bin. Old Ben, the caretaker back then, found the girls after three days of frantic searching. Their mother, fraught with grief, found a medium, or rather a real medium after a five year search and that medium found the girls. As with most that pass they'd stayed near their "familiars". Children often move on quicker than adults but that medium interrupted their journey and, once found, their mother refused to let them go. They grew use to being whatever it was they were and grew more comfortable still being part of their old world. The girls had a younger sister. Helen's grandmother as it happens, born in 1914, when their mother overcame her grief and a second family grew in that house. Helen's mother was born in 1935 and Helen came along in 1950. Helen met the girls long before she could talk and grew up happily understanding that ghost were as much a part of this world as we were. Helen's great grandmother was taught how to live with ghost and, more importantly how to help the girls learn to live in two different worlds. That information was passed down by the medium to Helen's Grandmother who taught Helen's mother who then taught Helen. Of course Helen grew up while her two playmates didn't and Helen took on the role of older sister then mother to her two ever present companions. It had been her great grandparents house, then her mother's and dads and now it was hers. The two girls had always lived in that house and ironically they were as big as their father had been. Helen growing up was just as big as they had been. It was why their pre-school clothes, that diaper and those ruffled panties John now wore went on so easily. Actually it was Helen's diapers and baby pants John wore because Helen had once been a bed wetter and that continued right up to her eight birthday. Helen took after her mother and grandmother, then grandfather in size. So what she wore back then at eight was more than large enough for the frail young man now standing there in ruffled panties and a diaper and his Mary Janes. The girls, as Helen did, grew up delighted to be girls and had only known the very best of clothes for girls their age. When Helen outgrew her things those things became the girls play things and the attic, where they often spent their days, was a treasure chest of pretty things to wear. Some of it modern by their standards since it came out of the 1950's and some of it going back when the girls were little and alive. Now, some of it was going on John as he stood and picked up the little girl's slip set carefully on the chair. "I loved this slip!" Susan said as she guided it over her head before it fell past John's eyes. Why was he doing this and yet he couldn't help but notice how wonderful it felt. Was he being forced or had he gone mad and had he, in his madness, simply moved beyond those reservations he'd grown up with. He didn't know. "That one was mine!" Julie said watching with some amount of envy her sister's dress up game. "No it wasn't. This one had the bow!" Susan said moving a finger, which was John's finger, over the little pink bow. Julie's slip, the one almost identical to it, had a rosette on hers so they could tell that one from this one. "Oh, that's right! Still, it is cute. Fits him nicely as well." Julie said. "Does!" Susan said running her hands down the nylon bodice to where the petticoats joined but circling with two fingers where her breast might have been. John's mind reeled for a moment. Susan followed the flair of her petticoats and John reacted again to this new sense of touch. The slips were a silky layer of nylon orangey with a tulle netting under a layer of taffeta gathered and nicely laced at the hem of each layer. Even the tulle that gave the slips its body were edged in a delicate bit of satin. It rustled loudly as John moved back over to the chair for his dress. "Mom, this would go a lot faster if you were helping!" Susan said. "It would, but it's better this way. He doesn't know it's you dressing him so he's scared over why he's doing it and why he can't stop it. If I helped he'd think it was me doing it. It's very important that he remains a little afraid of this. It's even more important that he knows of you before he actually gets to know you. Honey, for a boy, this is a kind of humiliation and he needs to feel that. Trust me, he's not going to tell anyone about this or you guys and, when we release him, he's definitely not going to want to come back." The woman said. John listened to that one sided conversation and it caused a panic again. If she wasn't dressing him then who was and why couldn't he stop it? Who was that woman talking to? And that dress? The dress was right out of the little girl's section of Montgomery Wards catalog circa 1954. His landlady had several old catalogs from the fifties and sixties. Ironically it actually was one of Montgomery Wards dresses. One of the fancier ones at the time and Helen had worn it often to Church after her mother ordered it special for a birthday party. Helen was six or seven then and Susan had loved that dress when Helen got it. It brought back a lot of memories for Helen and she smiled at John. Susan twisted right, then left allowing the skirts to flair, an old habit. The dress would flair, then twist into a bunch then flair again. It took several minutes before Susan began to realize that her delay while admiring her dress was going to upset her mom. She stopped but not before John felt the slips teasing the back and front of his legs above the knees as the layers slid to and fro. Helen did finally step in then and button the dress. She also tied the sash into a large bow before stepping around to John again. "Makeup?" Susan asked. "Just put on a little lipstick honey. And do it slow, be girlish!" Helen said. Susan walked John to Julie's vanity and picked up the tube of lipstick after gathering her dress and slips to sit. John knew for a fact he wasn't doing this then as he puckered his lips and began drawing the bubble gum pink lipstick on. He knew that because he would have never thought to gather those slips and skirt to sit or how to put lipstick on. John did smile inwardly at himself and thought in disgust how sissy he looked with his hair so short and so clearly a boy. It wasn't his smile yet was. Those were not his lips but were. He was not doing this but he had. He'd gone mad and he was sure of it. Even a dream wouldn't be this detailed, this physical. It got worse when he picked up a pink hair bow with a pink plastic rabbit at the center on a barrette and with a gesture adding more insult to his injury he held it there smiling into the mirror in a kind of trial look. He sat it down so he could brush his hair in a part down the middle but not quite all of it before fusing with some of it into bangs. He had that first barrette back in, then the second and it was done. He stood, ran his hands down either side of his skirts smiling, and turned towards the woman. He picked up the edges of his skirt in either hand and almost began to cry when he executed a nearly perfect curtsey. It wasn't John's smile as Susan asked: "So, what do you think?" "Very sissy!" The woman noted and suddenly John did another very girlish curtsey holding the skirt of his dress in his right hand as his left came up to his lips in a prissy sort of way. He almost cried again then. John knew the woman wasn't crazy although he truly was beginning to believe he was. He thought of the exorcist movie and wished he wasn't aware of the demon that might be inside. Better to be possessed and not know you were than be possessed and know. So John also suspected this woman really was talking to someone and there were at least two of them. One of those was in control of him, because even if he did dress himself like this he had no clue on how to apply lipstick or do a damn curtsey. The other one, the one nearby, he wasn't sure about but the woman turned her head to talk at times. John was afraid still but growing less so. He was sure they, whoever "they" were did not intend on hurting him at least not physically. His ego was getting trashed but he'd heard what the woman had said and knew it was being done for some odd, but unknown reason. And she was right. That woman was right, because he wasn't about to step outside looking like that. He could imagine him standing before a policemen and saying: "Honestly officer it wasn't me. I was possessed and whatever it was it made me diaper myself and then dress me up in these things. Really?" John wanted to laugh at that. A sarcastic laugh and some of it from fear. He laughed at the look on the policeman's face he imagined would be there. He would laugh as loud as that policemen might. The police would laugh themselves sick if he walked into any precinct to file a complaint. And what sort of complaint would that be? How would he explain it? He'd been locked out of his apartment, gone off to rob a theater and then was possessed? Worse, he'd walked there, to that house, on his own. He'd diapered himself, he'd put those ruffled panties on and dressed himself? So what would this woman be charged with? Intent to diaper? Assault with slips? Unlawful restraint using frills? Nope, whoever they were, whatever they were, they'd won this part for sure. Whoever they were they were definitely right, because he wouldn't dare go outside. So he surrendered in a way with that thought. Then realized that some of his willingness to give in was because of what he was wearing now. Somehow that surrendering, just then, made it seem better. At least he'd stopped trying to struggle and that too made it seem better. Of course those struggles were all in his mind because he had no control over his body at all. But he mused then and wondered over why did it seem better? John wasn't sure but there was more peace in that resignation so he would continued being submissive. To hell with it he decided. He was a sissy baby for the moment and for however long this woman wanted and so be it. His hands were resting within the folds of his dress and as bad as it was, it wasn't as bad as it was. "Julie, we're going back down stairs again so I can talk to our young man and get some pictures. Go gather his clothes and put them somewhere so he can't get to them yet, then join us. I'll do the chant and separation after I explain what has happened to him." Helen said. "Yes ma'am". Julie said moving off towards the door and down the hall. Julie could have easily passed through the walls but her mother didn't like it when the girls actually acted like ghost around her. Although as soon as Julie could past that door she did act like a ghost as she slipped through the other closed door. Julie liked being a ghost. John, meanwhile now back downstairs, moved to the fireplace and gave a cute girlish pose as the woman snapped a picture. There was another, then one from behind with John twisting his head around for the camera. A couple of very coquettish poses one of which him biting demurely on his finger tip in a shy sort of little girl look. Another one showing off his ruffled panties off nicely and again he was smiling. It wasn't his smile, but was in a way. John next moved to a chair and sat in a very proper kind of way forcing his knees together and his back straight for more photos. The feel of the thick diaper obvious when his thighs came together. One picture, with his legs slightly off at an angle moved the slips over his knees. He sat properly as a girl might with his hands neatly folded in the skirt on his lap. Another, more naughty had him standing, but bent forward with his legs spread after he gathered his slips and skirt to show off his ruffled panties and that diaper. It was the most humiliating hour of his life. Yet it wasn't in some ways. "Have you told him?" Julie asked as she came down into the room. She had eased herself into a nearly human form but not fully and John got a hint of a little girl just a tad bit taller than him, but he could still see through her and what she was standing in front of. John lost control of himself then. You can believe anything as long as you don't have to see it and he'd just seen it. That was clearly an apparition. That was clearly a ghost! "Oh yuk! Mom, he's wetting his diaper!" Susan said as John twisted his feet in but spread his legs. It was Susan doing that instinctively to keep her patent Mary Jane shoes from getting soaked till she realized she was in baby pants as well. "Mom!" Susan added as John's hands went out in a way to suggest he might also get them wet. "Can't be helped and if you think about it that's a good thing. Means he's scared. OK, we're ready. Go ahead and let him feel you a little." The woman said. "Mom, perhaps you didn't hear me? He's wetting his diaper!" Susan said. "I heard you and perhaps you didn't hear me? Let him feel you!" The woman said. "Fine!" Susan said as she allowed her right hand to form slightly. She moved it under the dress and slips independent of John's right hand and moved it over into his diaper. It was a warm wet sensation from the inside and silky over the panties Susan felt and Susan smiled a little as she felt John react. John felt his knees growing weak. "OK! That's enough! I said just a little!" The woman said. "Yes ma'am, Susan said, feeling suddenly warm and very excited herself. John felt himself flush on his cheeks and grow painfully aware of that touch. He didn't know who was touching him or how but it was a hand because it felt like a hand. If he was doing this he'd have to remember how because suddenly, in spite of his first fears, he liked it. "Now then young man, my name is Helen. Helen Marks and this place, our home, is Marks' Manner. My home and the home to two very remarkable young ladies. One of them you see before you and the other you're part of because of an accident. They are, if you haven't noticed yet, ghost. Ghost, if you are not up on such things, are the manifestations of Earthbound souls of the deceased. If you need more than that you'll have to find an expert. How they became ghost isn't so important as you simply just knowing it's true, and I'm sure that this past couple of hours has given you all the proof you need. Now then, ghost, some at least and these two little dears, can materialize or move about in a physical way on our space, but in theirs as well, through a medium called ectoplasm. Ectoplasm is part of our world but actually within another dimension or plane of existence. It is their dimension so we as the living, are often not aware of them. I have, for obvious reasons, learned to became a medium and spiritualistic and can control that medium they move about in. As part of what I've learned, I can produce that substance in a waking trance just as the girls can. For me it's like thinking my girls alive and they are live. They are alive for all intents and purposes and again I'm sure you are now very aware of that. Truth is the dead are not too different than the living. In fact, ectoplasm is really not too unlike cytoplasm or the protoplasm of our cells. Just another form. Actually, the reason you and Susan have joined is because Susan was partially materialized and her ectoplasm, the substance she uses to make herself 'whole', if you will, has fused with your protoplasm. You've been joined cell to cell and that includes your two brains for now. Again, you've been aware of that from the moment you left that theater so enough said of that. What you also need to know, and if you've been paying attention, is that we've dressed you in this way so you have a clear understanding of what she's capable of in your very near future ." Helen said and added: "Oh, and that's Julie!" "Hi!" Julie said giving John a light girlish wave and her own curtsey and added: "Want to play later?" John was looking at the girl as she began growing more dense and becoming more easily seen - better defined he'd decided. In a moment she looked like any other girl except for what she was wearing which was a little girls dress over petticoats. Girls didn't dress that way anymore. It was very much like the dress he was wearing. "Julie! In a moment honey, OK?" Helen said as she turned to the girl now standing there. "Sorry mom! Just being polite!" Julie said. "Anyway, you can hear Julie now as she solidifies or becomes a 'visible apparition' as they are called. You can hear her because she can use air in the same way as we can. You can't hear her when she's being a ghost because ghost communicate strictly within their own medium, but can telepathically communicate with us between our mediums. That, by the way, is also why you couldn't hear the other side of those conversations we've been having. I know this is difficult to comprehend, but in understanding ghost you've just got to realize that you too are mostly energy as well. Your thoughts, feelings, sensations, all of your experiences, and some believe our very souls, are just unique forms of energy. When you die you don't cease to exist but simply leave the vessel you once shared for another plain of existence and a different type of vessel. That existences is actually pure energy and, I'm told, a bit more fun to deal with. Their existence is as real as yours although some move on immediately. On the other hand, some, like my two girls, remain. Unfortunately you accidentally discovered them and because of that accident you now know about them. Most times we're very careful about that! OR SHOULD BE! Be that as it may because, like it or not, you're now part of their existence. So I should also caution you that because of that contact with their ectoplasm and your cell protoplasm it's more or less permanent. That ectoplasm, as a substance, has fused with your very cells and I'm afraid you've become what is called a "sympapath". A sympapath or empath is quite literally empathetic as a host which makes you now even more aware of them. To put this more accurately since it's Susan you've joined with, that also makes you almost symbiotic in your relationship with her. She will forever be part of you and you her. That, I hope, will be OK with you, but the reality of it is there is nothing you can really do about it. Nor can we under the circumstances, except to try make sure you remain silent about this. We don't want the world to know any of this for obvious reasons, and hence we don't want you telling anyone of this. Even if they don't believe you, there is a risk that someone else may someday say the same thing and those two things might be connected. So we've got to deal with and in this case, from your perspective, it's been somewhat harsh. And that deal between us is simply this: If you keep your mouth shut, we keep this entire night of ours between us. On the other hand, if you go public about this or talk to anyone you are going to be "outed" soon after that. We have photos and those photos will be made public. Susan also can find you easily now and if necessary she could simply join with you again and 'get dressed' as it were. However, when you leave here you can leave and simply let it become just a bad dream and that's that. Understood?" Helen asked at the end of her talk. "He says yes mom!" Susan noted. "Let him speak." Helen said. "Yes ma'am." Susan noted. "Go ahead young man and answer me." Helen said and added: "So do you understand?" "Yes ma'am." John said feeling instantly embarrassed that it was now his voice and not Susan speaking. "OK! So let's get you two separated!" Helen said. Helen stood before John and closed her eyes. She was thinking hard but her face suddenly softened and she began murmuring. John couldn't understand the words but it was being repeated as a chant and John felt something stir within him. It was as if he was expanding slightly, not a bloat per se but as if something was slipping out and away from him in every direction. John suddenly knew he was free of whatever it was that held him. "YES!" Susan said as she began to form next to John. John moved to the side slightly for space as Susan took shape. Helen was opening her eyes and smiling over the sight of her daughter now free. Susan was dressed almost the same as Julie which really meant John and the girl's looked very much alike. "Well now, that's that! John is it?" Helen asked. John not sure if he could still talk or not, nodded. "You really can talk now." Julie said smiling at John who was looking at Susan and remembering some very unnerving moments. "Yes ma'am, it's John." John said feeling even more self conscious now that he was figuratively on his own and still dressed. He was also very aware of his wet diaper. "OK then! So lets begin by you apologizing for that break in and attempted robbery!" Helen said. "I am sorry about that. Honestly I was desperate, but it won't ever happen again." John said. "I'll accept that at face value." Helen noted. John felt relieved. "Next, you can promise never to reveal these girls to another living soul and that's not intended as a pun!" Helen said. "I do promise that! I really do!" John said in a reassuring tone. "And finally, you can say hi to the girl inside of you or rather to the girl that was inside of you!" Helen added with a smile and added: "This is Susan." "Hi!" John said in a slight whisper and feeling his face flush. "Hi yourself! Although if you want to know the truth, I feel like I know you almost as well as you know yourself!" Susan said extending her hand and giggling. John blushed crimson at that and dropped his eyes. John watched the hand as if it was a snake coming towards him but he fought against that impulse to cringe and took it. It was actually warm to the touch and felt human. "Lots of practice!" Susan said proudly of that capability. "I still don't know how to make me warm yet!" Julie noted as she came up and extended her hand. Julie's hand was cool to the touch, almost cold as John took it. Her hand felt like the hand of a ghost. "Told you!" Julie said shrugging. "It's OK!" John said feeling sympathy for the young girl that stood a couple of inches taller than him. Susan was nearly six inches taller and Helen was well over a foot. "Don't suppose you'd care to stay for tea?" Susan said. John, feeling uncomfortable in his wet diaper and more so because of the girl's clothes he wore, asked: "Can I change first?" "Of course!" Helen noted and added: "Once you've changed, you're free to go." "Can I change him this time?" Julie asked. "He means back into his own clothes pudden-head!" Susan said. "Oh, right! Darn!" Julie said hoping she'd get a chance to diaper the boy. John flushed crimson at the misunderstanding, but that wasn't all of it. His hands were resting in the folds of the dress again, pressing his slips close to his legs and his sense of touch was feeding his senses still. He was mindful of what he wore and it didn't take a mind reader to figure out that face as it reddened. "Girls, can you give us a moment to ourselves?" Helen asked. Both girls slipped off. Susan walking, Julie simply sliding away with her feet just above the floor. Helen saw that and said: "Julie!" "Sorry mom!" Julie said as she settled down an inch and began to walk. Both girls reached the kitchen together and were gone. "John?" Helen asked. "Yes?" John answered. "Can I ask you for a favor and this really is a favor since you don't have to do it?" Helen said hesitantly. "I guess!" John said feeling odd as the conversation shifted a little. It was more Helen's tone than anything else and a little bit more time in what he was wearing. "John, as you can imagine, the girls do not interact with other people and it's been about five years now since they've had an opportunity to even talk to another 'living' soul. The thing is, they are very happy right now and I'd like them to have a little bit more time like that. John, would you mind... I mean after you are out of that wet diaper that is, mind remaining here for a bit and take tea with us? The girls have so little contact with the outside world and since you're already dressed I was just thinking... Oh never mind that part. Stupid idea..." Helen said in frustration and flushing suddenly over her own embarrassment. "You mean stay dressed?" John asked a little shocked and a little thrilled besides. "Actually I was going to ask that of you, but obviously that's a bit of a stretch. It's just that the girls... OK, this is going to sound a bit odd if that's even possible now, but the girls have developed a peculiar kind of like for this sort of thing. Hard to explain but if it helps, you're not the first boy to end up like this." Helen said. "They like boys dressed as girls?" John asked and it was odd. "John, they might look like little girls but you've got to realize they were born in the late eighteen hundreds and early nineteen hundred. They are, if you ignore how they look at present over a hundred years old. They've grown in experience in spite of not have changed in looks. They've also known a few boys in much the same way as you are now, so yes, they like boys dressed as girls." Helen said and added: "Obviously you can change that diaper." "Change into another diaper?" John asked wishing a little that he could say yes but not daring to and hoping that desire he suddenly had wasn't on his face. "Panties are OK?" Susan noted but there was definitely a very mischievous look on her face making John blush again. Susan blushed as well fascinating John as she did so before she added: "If wearing panties is too difficult to do then you could put your own shorts back on. Honestly, it really would mean a lot to us! Them... Me as well." "Sure would!" Julie said in that every present and so very enthusiastic voice. She was close but John couldn't see her. "Julie! You are supposed to be in the kitchen!" Helen said. "Sorry mom, couldn't help it!" Julie said and added as she began to materialize: "Please John, please!" Julie's attitude was infectious, her pleading sincere, and the threat of this was over, but John's curiosity wasn't. He was dying to know more and he smiled at that statement of Helen's that panties were OK. Only he wasn't sure he dare wear them without some sort of protest but realized if he said yes, the option would then be his. "I guess? I mean for a little while at least." John said. "Great!" Julie said as she began clapping. "Hey that's wonderful!" Susan said as she too began materializing. "Thank you!" Helen said. "Let's go get you changed then!" Susan said taking John's hand in her own. "I... I can change myself!" John said feeling a tightness growing in his abdomen at the thought of doing this voluntarily. "We can discuss that on the way!" Susan said taking John's hand. John walked off leaving Julie and Helen standing there as he mounted the steps again. "Of course you can change yourself, but you'd rather I did it don't you?" Susan asked. John was in a slight panic again, over this new set of circumstances and with that statement. He suddenly had another thought and the panic grew. He was hesitant to ask, but he had to know and gathered the courage to form the question: "Were you able to read my mind?" "Read your mind? Do you mean that part about the diaper and how it felt, or the parts when I was putting us into our girl clothes? Susan said and added: "I'm afraid, that the answer is yes. No, actually the answer is a 'definitely yes'!" "Oh." John said now feeling very uncomfortable given his thoughts these past couple of hours. "John, Helen was right about my sister and I having some odd taste with boys, but it's those boys who have helped form some of it. Would it help that you are not too unlike those other boys and that I'm very happy about it." Susan said as she climbed the steps alongside John. "I'm not sure. I mean what do you mean by me being like other boys?" John asked. "You're feelings, the fun of this mostly. You like it but can't admit it. Found that to be the case with a lot of the boys we've played with. Since that's been the case with almost all of them, then it must be a kind of normal sort of thing for boys. Like I said, I'm glad you're the way you are." Susan said. "Are you going to tell?" John asked feeling slightly panicked still, somewhat exposed and very vulnerable all of a sudden. John wasn't sure he liked having his feelings exposed this way. "Tell them what? That you like dressing as a girl or that you wouldn't mind being babied a little?" Susan asked. John blushed deep red at the baby part. He very much liked that part but even hinting at it made him feel faint. Both! I mean neither! I mean either! None of it!" John said quickly and sounding slightly confused. "It doesn't matter you know. I would love to baby you. I would love to keep you just the way you are. Besides, it's not going to be all that much of a surprise. The thing is, I mean about that telling part, I don't have to?" Susan said, but added with a pat on his arm: "I should tell you right up front that I don't need to tell my sister any of this." "Why?" John asked not sure what she meant but nervous over her saying it. "Well, I'm always connected to my sister, so she knows pretty much what I know. As for mom, she got the hints when you were posing for those pictures." Susan said and added: "She's a very smart woman as you've no doubt noticed. Honey, why do you think she asked you to stay and remain the way you are?" "I thought it was for you and your sister's sake?" John asked. "It is for our sake, but it's for your sake as well. Besides, mom doesn't want you leaving here feeling abused. She's not that way." Susan said. Oh!" John said trying to digest what he now knew that they knew. He wasn't sure if he liked that idea or not. Something about having a window into the soul came to mind. "Can I asked you something personal?" Susan asked. "Sure?" John said laughing given what she already knew. "You are aware that while I was reading your mind you could pretty much read mine?" Susan said. "You mean those feelings I felt?" John asked. He'd felt something when his own hands, connected with Susan's was running themselves over his baby panties and a few times when he did manage a wiggle of his fingers and not sure he was doing the wiggling. He also felt a wave of pleasure when that ghost of a hand had slipped over his diaper. "Those are the ones?" Susan said as they mounted the top of the steps as both turned towards Julie's room. "Then I guess it's a yes." John said feeling suddenly very turned on by the fact she had been very turned on. "Then I guess it's not going to surprise you when I say I'd like you in a diaper again rather than panties?" Susan said squeezing his hand. "No! I guess it's not! John said, paused, thought a bit and shrugged. He dropped his eyes, as they reached Julie's room and added : "So I suppose it's not going to surprise you that I'd rather it be another diaper rather than panties?" "Not in the least. Frankly, I'm glad you see it my way. To be honest with you it's sometimes better if you allow these things to happen for someone else's sake!" Susan said with a warning tone. "As compared to what?" John asked not sure what she meant by that. John suddenly felt himself come up from the floor a few inches or so. He was being moved to the bed and before he could say anything his skirt and slips were coming up as if under the control of breeze but without feeling the wind. "As compared to this!" Susan said as John felt his diaper and plastic lined rhumba panties start going down. He had felt, just a second before that one of the diaper pins came open. He was a foot off the ground as securely as he might be standing on a stool with his dress fluffed out. The diaper and baby pants continued sliding down his legs. John panicked for only a second wanting to hold onto something. He wanted to push his dress down as a girl might caught in the wind. This was weird but just another weird thing after all of the other weird things. He actually relaxed just a little and some of it because he felt something take hold of him as his diaper and baby pants fell to the floor and clear of his shoes. "Oh!" John said feeling that touch and not too anxious to have it go away. It was that hand again or it felt like a hand... it was warm. "Is that a good 'oh' or a bad 'oh'? Susan asked softly as she continued to play. "A good oh! ....OH!" John said almost grunting from the pleasure of it. Susan, knew boys she mused as she said: "I've learned a few things since I've been a ghost. Actually, if you've got a little time and don't mind, I could show you some of them? Have a ghost as a girl friend can be pretty interesting." John was trying to keep up with the conversation but his focus was elsewhere although he managed to say: "I can make the time." "Might mean being a little more sissy than you are use to?" Susan said as John felt something suddenly wiggle inside of him. "OK!" John said trying to make it sound like a real word but having difficulty doing so as another "Oh" came out. "Might mean diapers most times! For Julie's sake as well as mine. The thing is Julie likes her sissies in diapers." Susan said with another wiggle for emphasis. "FINE!" John managed to grunt out. That hand in the front wasn't passive either and John moaned over that movement as well. Susan smiled. "You'd be sort of our sissy sister!" Susan added as John felt something soft and firm draw on him from the front. It no longer felt like a hand. There was that sensation and whatever it was from behind as she talked. "ANYTHING" John said as he arched in a kind of blissful ecstasy a half foot off the floor. "Wonderful!" Susan said bringing John easily to climax. Susan eased him down but John was wishing she still supported him since his knees had gone soft on him. Susan eased him back against the bed and with a light kiss added: "Now let's get that diaper on you!" John couldn't speak as the dress and slips came up around his chest. He felt the coolness of a baby wipe as Susan smiled down at him. "Teas ready." Helen said as the two walked in. John was nearly crimson still and Susan was beaming. "So is he!" Susan said in a sarcastic kind of tone as John felt Susan's hand pat his bottom. "That was nice!" Julie added making it clear suddenly she was part of what happened. John looked at Julie who looked back with a twisted grin on her face while another hand suddenly rested on his clean diaper and fresh pair of ruffled panties. John was a few feet from Julie and Susan was on the other side of the dining table now fixing tea. John stood there feeling very self conscious over those hands since he could see both on the girls. Something was slipping into his diaper from the back and John jumped a little. "Girls? Not at the table!" Helen said. The sensation of a hand went away as did Julie's smile as she said: "Yes mother! Sorry." "Yes ma'am!" Susan said looking over at John with her own smile. It was definitely mischievous. "So, tell me John, what do you do when you are not out robbing places or getting intimately involved with two naughty ghosts?" Helen asked sarcastically after giving each of the girls a stern look. "I'm out of work!" John said and added: "If it makes any difference that was the first time I did anything like that. I really am kind of desperate. Landlady locked me out of my place a couple of days before. It won't happen again. I promise." "Now that makes me happy and we know that already. There really are better ways to make a living. Girls seem to like you, so do I, and frankly I could use a little help around here so there is that as well. Mostly outside stuff since it would scare the neighbors if the girls were seen or rather not seen mowing the lawn. You think I could convince you to hang with us for a while. Till you find something else at least? I could advance you a bit to get your things back and as you can see, we've got quite a bit of room here." Helen asked as she dropped a cube of sugar into her tea. "I'd LIKE that!" John said jumping again. He looked at Susan and then at Julie. One of them was in his diaper again although he wasn't sure which one it was. "Girls! In about another minute I'm going to put you both back into your world!" Helen said. "I was just trying to convince him to stay!" Susan said confirming for John it was her. "Did you hear me?" Helen warned. "Yes ma'am." Susan said moving towards the sitting room with her tea and snickering when her sister started. The hand or whatever it was left. "You might have to put up with a few things you're not use to around here. They can be very mischievous little girls at times in spite of their years." Helen noted as she handed John his own cup of tea. "I think I could get use to almost all of this!" John said with a smile he couldn't keep from his face. "We could put him in the room with our other dolls?" Julie noted looking back with a sly grin as she faded in and faded out. Post script: Helen met her two ghostly sisters when she was two. No one ever knew about the two ghosts except Helen and her mother. Helen grew up learning how to live with ghost while those two were learning how to be ghost. While Helen came to understand them as ghost it didn't change how she felt about them or they her. Funny thing is that changed a little and a couple of neighbor boys can attest to some of this but they don't like remembering that day. Actually it began when they starting teasing that little girl next door named Helen with her two imaginary friends. It happened not too unlike the way it did for John. Those boy's mother was outraged at the sight of her two sons, although she didn't recognized them at first. One boy was dressed as a very pretty little girl, pushing the other boy in a life size wicker baby carriage. That boy in the baby carriage was wearing a much shorter dress meant for a baby girl and sporting very thick diaper under his ruffled panties. Helen was walking along side of both boys holding a doll and as happy as any little girl with two new playmates. Their claims of being forced into those things by a little girl was met with a great deal of skepticism as their mother had them change back into their own things. Helen simply assumed that the two boys wanted to play house because they suddenly began putting themselves into things that once belonged to Julie and Susan. Helen at the time didn't know it was her great aunts doing that to those boys for teasing her. It wasn't a good day for those boys beginning to end. Their mother, within seconds of seeing them, marched them into the house almost immediately. A few of the neighborhood kids had witnessed it and were rewarded when the boys, both bullies, came back out on their verandah. The boys were still dressed as girls but it wasn't what they'd been wearing as their sisters joined them. Seems they were there for tea and to wait for their father to come home. Those boys never did play house with Helen again and in fact rarely were out when Helen was. Two boys dressing up as little girls didn't lend itself to acting tough so the two bullies more or less disappeared. Although if you could see into their backyard they did often play with their sisters as sisters. It was never clear why those two boys crossed dressed, but then again no one could see Julie and Susan Those two were not the only ones as Helen grew and it was clear at times that Julie favored using diapers as punishment while Susan preferred petticoats and panties. Although it wasn't always punishment for those boys as Helen grew into a very pretty and very sensuous teenager. Fact is a couple of the boys Helen dated discovered some things they couldn't imagine while parked out by the old fair grounds. Helen had her own views of what she liked as she began dating. So to those boys Helen dated. Unfortunately what the boys liked or grew to like wasn't something they wanted to continue and Helen never found anyone suitable to marry. So, as it happens, Helen didn't marry and before long found out that it didn't matter much. Her two companions had learned a few things growing older and Helen, when the need arose, benefited greatly from that knowledge. Fortunately Helen did find John rather attractive that night and those nights following and before long John was spending some of his time in Helen's bed. Ironically and, as it also happens, John adapted quite easily to his new surroundings and those surroundings, including some of the dolls he shared a room with, got very cute. The crib was added for Helen's sake because she seemed to favor John as a baby most times. John's normal bed with it's pink ruffled canopy was strictly for when he was a little girl for the two other little girls. The girls' passions seemed to wax and wane depending on their moods but John got use to that, and his outfits, as easily as watching his two playmates fade in and fade out. Hugs Mary Beth