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Society Of Sissies Players: Ms. Rose Carter, Ms. Ingles School For Girls; Sally Ingles, Jennifer Whitman, Dr. Susan Marco. Synopsis: Mark was going to his first collage party flattered, he was even invited, given he wasn't very typical or even average for a male and a freshman besides. His landlady Rose insisted he go if for no other reason than to make a few new friends. Mark walked off happily as Rose watched. In a few hours he would return. Rose mused nervously as she took up the phone. "Society of Sissies," Jennifer answered on her private number. "He's on his way," Rose said. Mark looked left, right, then left again. No one was near as he stepped from behind the trees hiding him. He'd gone three blocks already and so far so good. Six more blocks to Ms. Carter's house and safety or at least he'd be inside. He wasn't sure yet what he was going to tell his landlady but he'd face that when he got there. Mark was grateful for the walking paths as he began to run for the next clump of trees. "Ms. Carter," Mark said knocking gently on her window. Whoever had taken his clothes had also taken his key and the only way in was waking his landlady. "Who is that? Is that you Mark?" Ms. Rose Carter asked parting her drapes just enough to see outside as she added, "good heavens, what are you wearing?" "Ms. Carter please, they took my key to the front door. Can you let me in?" Mark said in desperation as he bent down lower fearful their voices might wake one of the neighbors. "No, don't turn on the light," Mark whispered loud enough he hoped but not too loud. The light Rose had turned on was bright. Too bright as Mark dropped to all fours behind the wax leaf privets that bordered her patio. The light went out and in the darkness Mark made his way into the house. "What is going on? Is this some kind of joke?" Rose asked closing the door the instant Mark was inside. "No joke! Listen, they've made it so I can't get these things off. Whatever it is it's designed so I can't get out of it. I need scissors," Mark said as he turned his back to his landlady showing her where he thought she needed to cut. "Whatever it is, is a dress, Mark. Now why on Earth are you wearing a dress and a baby dress of all things?" Rose said smiling at the look. It was clearly a baby's dress and suddenly Rose added, "tell me that's not a diaper you're wearing?" "Please, help me out of these things," Mark said. Rose went to the cabinets by the refrigerator, pulled a drawer open and from it lifted a pair of scissors out. She returned and examined the back of the dress Mark wore as she said, "They've sewn it closed." "I know and it's got the panties sewn in as part of it so nothing else can come off till the dress does. Please, will you cut it open for me," Mark said. "Hold still. Mind telling me who did this and why," Rose asked as she found the seam before she allowed the sharp scissors to cut the threads keeping it securely sewn closed. What Rose thought was regular nylon was actually a rip stop nylon making the outfit Mark wore nearly tear proof. It was clearly designed to stay on till those threads were cut. She snipped them gingerly till she was through the sewing which now allowed her to open the buttons. Instead of a hook and eye closure someone had simply stitched the top closed. "Now who did this and why," Rose asked as she opened the last button. Mark eased himself out of the dress allowing it to drop to the floor. It was a cleaver design with panties attached as part of the dress so with the dress on the panties kept everything else on. That everything else was a pink pair of plastic pants and under those obviously a diaper. "Thanks. Listen, do you mind if I go to my room and change out of the rest of this. I had to cross town and couldn't use a restroom," Mark said hoping she understood what he meant. The diaper was wet and he wanted urgently to get out of it. "I want an explanation when you change if you don't mind," Rose said moving back so Mark could go off to his room. "I'll be right back," Mark said darting out of the kitchen. Rose smiled at the ruffles covering the backside of the panties Mark wore and those Mary Jane shoes caused her to almost lose it. Mark stepped out of the diaper he'd let fall to his floor after kicking off the black patent Mary Jane shoes and lace socks. He grabbed his bathrobe and put that on before moving back to his door and that explanation he owed. "It was a hazing wasn't it," Rose said now sure she just witnessed just that. "Actually, I don't think so. I mean I don't have an explanation for these things. All I remember was knocking on the door that I had on the paper I was given and then something shocked me. I think it was one of those stun guns or something. Dropped me so fast I'm not even sure I actually felt the shock," Mark said. "They shocked you? Who? Who did this? That's illegal I think," Rose said holding her hands over her mouth in shock. "That's just it I don't know. I don't know if it was a man or woman or several. I don't know when they dressed me or where my things are. All I remember was waking up near that new housing development and in these clothes. Spent almost twenty minutes trying to tear these things off before making my way here," Mark said. "We've got to call the police and report this," Rose said. "NO! I mean no, please. If we call the police, then they are going to want to see what I was put into. If this gets out I'd be ruined," Mark said. "They can't get away with this," Rose said. "I think they just did," Mark said in frustration. "No word, no hint of why? Not even a note," Rose asked. There was a knock on the door. "Now who can that be at this hour," Rose asked moving out of the kitchen towards the front door. "Better let me answer it," Mark said feeling his anger welling up now that he was free of that outfit. "Who is it?" Rose asked looking through the peephole as she flipped on the light. At her feet was a white envelop as she added, "I don't see anyone." "That letter for me?" Mark asked seeing his name printed neatly in pencil on the front of the envelop. Chapter two "Looks like it," Rose said handing the envelope to Mark. Mark tore it open and pulled the folded sheets inside of it out. Several photos fell out as he opened the paper. Six total as he picked them up. They were pictures of Mark in his baby dress laying in an adult size crib. Actually it was a photo set showing him first pinned in the diaper he'd had on, those ruffled panties, the shoes and finally that dress. Mark handed Rose the pictures as he looked at the paper. "What's it say?" Rose asked. "Welcome to Ms. Ingles School For Girls," Mark read before handing the sheet to Rose as he added, "what the heck is Ms. Ingles School For Girls?" "Gosh, I haven't heard that name in years," Rose said. "You recognize it? What is it," Mark asked. "Actually it's the school you're going to," Rose said and added, "or rather it was. I mean that was the name of the school before it went coeducational. Big stink back in the early seventies when a law suit forced the school to start taking in boys." "I don't understand," Mark said. "I think I'm beginning to. I heard of this kind of thing happening a few times now that I think about it, but it only lasted for a year or so. Raised another big stink in those days." "How so," Mark asked. "This is... This thing that they've done to you, I mean if I'm remembering this right, is some sort of initiation. Honestly though I'm not sure. I'm not sure because the girls then would be my age now and older even. This sort of thing was done back then when the courts forced the school to take in those boys. Started soon after if memory serves. They never found out who did this then," Rose said. "Did what? What sort of initiation," Mark asked. "This! This thing that happened to you. Not really an initiation I suppose. More like retribution than simply an initiation. The girls going to this school, some of them, when it was strictly for girls protested strongly that courts ruling and soon after those boys started, this vigilante kind of group formed up. Only then they simply dressed the boys as girls. Girls clothes but in clothes at least the same age as the boys were. Don't remember hearing about any of those boys being diapered," Rose said. "But why?" Mark asked. "Because they forced the last of an all girl's collages to change and take in boys. There were some girls who hated being forced to go coeducational. That vigilante committee, and they never found out who it was, dressed boys as girls, then left them to make their way back to the campus. There was always a note just like the one you got," Rose said. "OK, so you're saying that there are still girls who resent boys going to their collage? After all of this time," Mark said and added, "Kind of a long time to hold onto a grudge." "No, not a grudge per se, more like justice. Mark, if this is the same thing now as it was then, then they might be calling you at some point," Rose said. "Calling me? Calling me for what? I mean what can they do now, gloat. Did you see what I was wearing, they've already humiliated me," Mark asked. "No. It's more complicated than that," Rose said. "More complicated how?" Mark asked. "Mark, they didn't simply dress those boys as girls just for the sake of humiliation, they wanted those boys to actually learn to act like girls. The prevailing logic of whoever it was doing this went something like, if boys were going to go to an all girl's school, then they should at least learn the basics of being girls," Rose said. "Basics of being a girl? That doesn't make sense," Mark said. "I know, to you and I it sounds nuts, but to them it wasn't. To them it was their way of getting some sense of justice out of it," Rose said. "How?" Mark asked and added, "I mean how does dressing me like that get me to act more like a girl?" "Those pictures," Rose said. "Those pictures... Wait a second, are you saying they are going to blackmail me?" Mark asked. "I'm telling you what happened about thirty five years ago. I'm not sure if this is the same thing or not. It really could just be a silly hazing," Rose said. "Simple hazing? Not likely, just look at that crib? It's damn near just like a baby's crib and those walls, the decor... That stuff was all meant for a little girl," Mark said. "I know," Rose said and added, "that's what worries me." "What worries you?" Mark asked nervously. "That it's a bit too elaborate to be a simple hazing," Rose said and added, "plus, it's that note." "That it's the same thing as before," Mark asked. "That's what I was thinking when I saw what was written," Rose said. "If that's the case, then this is really a no brainier," Mark said. "How's that," Rose asked. "I'll simply refuse to do what they want. If it's who you say it is," Mark said defiantly. "That's the spirit. If you don't let them intimidate you, they can't," Rose said. "Damn rights," Mark said. Chapter three The second note was on the kitchen table when Mark came in that morning, seeing it just as he greeted Rose. Like the first, Rose had picked it up from the floor this morning when she was heading for the kitchen. A fairly large size box was now on a chair unopened. She found that box just outside the door. "What's that box?" Mark said looking at the box as he used a knife to open the letter. His heart was in his throat. "Not sure? It was on the porch. I'm guessing it goes with that letter," Rose said wiping her hands on the dish towel. Mark opened the letter, took the pages out and began to read what was written. It was clear by his face it was bad as Rose asked, "so what's this one say?" "Are you ready for this? It says I'm to put my outfit back on and practice a couple of things each day for one hour. Has to be at a specific time and I have to show myself at the front window at precisely eight o'clock tonight," Mark said slapping the letter with his free hand. "Practice things? Like what sort of things?" Rose asked. "Says a curtsey and it gives instructions. Also says I've got to learn proper sitting and bending in a dress and those too are spelled out," Mark said and added, "and this part, this... or else part." "Or else what," Rose asked. "Or else they print flyers up and hand them out the very next day. That's tomorrow," Mark said looking at the sample flyer that came with the letter. He handed it to Rose. "Wow! OK, that's bad but not that bad. You can tough this out," Rose said. "I thought I could, but now I'm not so sure I can. Look at that flyer. I mean it's clearly me. And look at that part there... they've even added my name and this address. Look at that! They've made it read like a personal ad," Mark said and added in despair, "mommy wanted?" "Never mind that, if it were me, I'd still call the authorities," Rose said. "Police or not, it doesn't stop this flyer," Mark said. "No, no it doesn't stop the flyer, but it does end those ridiculous demands," Rose said and added, "what's in that box?" "The note reads that those are my new training clothes," Mark said moving to the kitchen cabinet for a knife. The dress laying on top was very elaborate and clearly styled like a little girl's dress. The slip too was meant for a little girl and there were socks to match. Socks white with a cute band of pink lace, the same color as the dress. A large pink bow sat on top of six fluffy diapers and those sat on top of two pair of ruffled panties. "You've got to be kidding me," Mark said when he lifted the last pair of ruffled panties out. "This is way too much," Rose said looking seriously at the dress Mark had draped over the chair. "More than I'm willing to wear," Mark said. "That's the spirit," Rose said but paused as Mark's face changed, "what?" "But then what," Mark asked as the reality of it all hit him. "Then what? What," Rose asked. "Rose, once that flyer hits, I'd be ruined," Mark said softer than before. "It will blow over," Rose said. "Not before a long times worth of very embarrassing days," Mark noted. "Well, it's definitely not going to stop if you agree to their demands," Rose said. "What did they make those other boys do? I mean do you remember any of it," Mark asked. "To be honest with you, I'm not sure. Almost everything I know of this was rumors. Lot's of beauty parlor talk back then but I can't remember a boy being outed like that," Rose said and then pointed to the paragraph noting that if Mark cooperated no one, except her, he and the group doing this, would ever know. They also promised that once he'd done what he was told, it would end. "You believe they will end this?" Mark asked pointing to that part of the letter. "I'm not sure! Funny thing is my gut says yes but that's just intuition and nothing solid to go on," Rose said. "Why now and why me," Mark asked not expecting an answer. "Mark, I'm wondering now if this has never stopped," Rose said. "What?" Mark asked. "I'm just thinking out loud here. What if this has never stopped? What if it's been going on for all of these years?" Rose said looking pensive. "So you think that every boy that's ever gone to this school has had to do this," Mark asked. "That's what I'm wondering," Rose said looking at the note and adding, "like the note says, cooperation means silence." "But with that many boys surely someone at some point has refused or gone to the authorities," Mark said. "But that's just it. What if none have and if that's true then perhaps it does end at some point," Rose said. "So what do you think I should do?" Mark asked. Chapter four "If it was me? Gosh, now that is a tough question to answer. I'm like you in a way so my first reaction would be the same as yours. To hell with them! On the other hand, I'd have to consider the impact as well," Rose said and added, "as I think on this a bit more, it just might be better to cooperate." "But what if they still toss these flyers around anyway?" Mark asked. "I'm not sure they really want to Mark," Rose said. "How so," Mark asked. "Wouldn't it defeat their purpose? I mean think about it for a second, if they are looking to feminize you, then outing you would end that. Given these clothes, the elaborate way they are doing this... even the cost of these things suggest otherwise... Frankly, I'd say they have every intention of you doing this and them staying silent," Rose noted. "You think so?" Mark asked reaching for that shred of hope Rose was giving him. "Honey, that dress you wore last night and now this one has got to cost a couple of hundred just in material and time. So too the rest of these things. Not to mention what they went through to get you. It's an awful lot of money and effort to toss out the door," Rose said and added, "I'm almost sure, given what I've seen so far, that this is their intent." "What about you?" Mark asked suddenly flushing red. "What about me what?" Rose asked back. "You know? So how do you feel about this? I mean suddenly you've got a guy that is supposed to dress in these things every night for an hour. How do you feel about that? I'm going to be wearing some pretty weird things," Mark asked. "Mark! Honey, it's not like you suddenly became a cross dresser or that this is something you do. It's not your fault so my feelings on this is anger at these people for doing this to you and sympathy for you having to do this. I'm angry at them and I feel bad for you that's how I feel about it," Rose said. "I'm not sure I have any choice in this," Mark said. "I know! OK, look, if you decide you're going to do this, you've got my support and all the help I can give you. How's that?" Rose said. "Really?" Mark asked feeling relieved to be past that part of this. "Really," Rose said moving close to hug Mark which surprised him a little. "Thank you, that makes this a little easier," Mark said sadly. "I know. That was my intent and there are plenty more hugs where that came from," Rose said. "I've got till eight o'clock I guess," Mark said. "I'll set aside my own time to help," Rose said. "Thank you," Mark said sitting heavily at the kitchen table as he added, "They are going to expect me to give them a curtsey at eight." "I know, I read that part. Believe it or not, learning to curtsey isn't that difficult," Rose said. "Can I learn it in an hour?" Mark asked. "I don't see why not," Rose asked then added, "You could always dress earlier than they want. They are simply expecting you to be standing at the window at eight. You could dress by seven or so and practice. Frankly, the things they are suggesting are not difficult to learn at all but it might be useful to start early. I could help. Those moves really are pretty basic for a girl." "And you're going to help me?" Mark asked. "Absolutely," Rose said. "Thank you again. It's means a lot having you with me on this," Mark said. "Well, I'd like to say it was my pleasure helping you, but given the circumstances, obviously it's not. However, like I said, I'm with you one hundred percent through this," Rose said as she extended her arms to hug Mark again. This time the hug felt warm and Mark responded with his own hug back. Rose smiled at his show of affection. "Seven it is then," Mark said as he looked down at the dress and slip as he added, "it's just so odd! I mean OK a dress perhaps, but why diapers?" "It explained that in the note? Those are you're incentive to learn. Once you've past... or rather once you've mastered the basics, you get to wear panties," Rose said flipping the note she held in her hand trying to find that part. "Great," Mark said in utter despair as he stood to go and shower. He still had to go to the library and study. "We will get through this Mark," Rose said. "I hope so," Mark said moving off towards his room. Rose fought back the smile till she heard his door close. Rose looked up at the clock. She was meeting Sally and Jennifer at ten that morning. Chapter five It was a pretty day as Rose moved under the patio roof and a very mature wisteria just beginning to bloom. "Over here Rose," Sally said waving a hand at Rose as she walked onto the patio proper. The woman she knew as Jennifer was there as well. Rose waved back as she walked past the other tables. The breakfast rush had ended and only a few of the tables held anyone. Rose was greeted warmly by Sally who hugged her before introducing Jennifer. Rose sat and waited patiently as the waitress walked over with a glass of water and asked, "Would you like a menu?" "Please," Rose said taking the menu as she added, "and tea please." "I'll be right back," the waitress said moving off. "So? I'm dying here! Come on, how did it go?" Sally said. "Exactly as you said it would. He's mad, frustrated, definitely scared, but he's actually going to do it. I nearly died when he knocked on my bedroom window last night. He looked so damn cute," Rose said. "Told you so," Sally said. "I know, I know, but I honestly didn't expect it. I mean it's been so long ago," Rose said smiling as she looked off into the distance. "Not long enough for some of us," Jennifer noted with a smile. "Still, it's been thirty years for me. I was twenty two back then," Rose said. "We all were. That's what's so wonderful about doing this now. I mean now we can do something with this with a little more style. Back then we were simply being political," Sally said. "Sissies? Now who would believe us capable of such a thing," Rose said. "Me for one! If I had my way, there wouldn't be a man left standing... They'd all be crawling around on all fours," Jennifer said, paused and added, "and heavily diapered I should note." "You always were a radical, even among the radicals," Sally said laughing. "Damn rights," Jennifer said. "Honey, we don't want girls, we want feminine boys," Sally said. "Well, that's your desire, not mine. I like them more girl than boy or what's the point," Jennifer said. "The point is you've still got a boy that can still be a boy. If we left it up to you we'd have girls that can no longer be boys," Sally said. "Like I said, that's your hang-up, not mine," Jennifer said with a wicked smile on her face as she added, "Nothing wrong with a girl that can... Well, never mind.... to each her own." "Anyway, so did he try on any of his new things?" Sally asked. "No. I mean no, not yet! However, he did ask, and this blew me away, to practice a little more than the note said. He's so worried that he's not going to do what we've asked of him that he wants to dress an hour earlier," Rose said. "Wonderful! That's excellent. You'll get another letter around five this evening giving you the instructions and another box with the disposable cell phone in it. It's been programmed so all you've got to do is turn it on and punch in S.I.S.S.Y.. Don't though! I mean let him do most of it. You just keep acting supportive and sympathetic," Sally said. "Good cop, bad cop," Rose said. "That's right! Bad cop, that's my job," Jennifer said smiling as she added, "So what did you think of his little dress when he came home?" "Now that really did blow me away! Honestly, I had to fight myself the whole time I was next to him. That was a cleaver idea sewing him into that dress. And rip stop nylon! That was also very cleaver," Rose said as she reached over to pat Jennifer's hand. "Sweet mixture that material and thread. I used a nice high denier for the fabric because it was sweetly silky but almost impossible to tear. Same material they make kites and flags out of. It came off the bolt in that color pink. Stitched it together with a thread about twice as thick as I needed. Same thread they sew hot air balloons with. Almost impossible to break by hand. Even with the odd material and thread it went together just like an ordinary dress," Jennifer said. "The pattern wasn't ordinary," Rose said and added, "about as cute as a dress could be." "I used a pattern for a toddler. You've seen them. They're called Float dresses or Bishop style dresses, no waist. The puffy sleeve and lace trims were pretty basic. I just scanned the pattern and sized it up with a pattern softwear," Jennifer said. "Really cute," Rose said. "Thank you," Jennifer added smiling. "Now this next part! I know I didn't want to know how you got him into those things but I worried some when he said he was hit with a stun gun. Honestly, I didn't know you'd be using a stun gun and what if he someday identifies you or the girls with you?" Rose asked. Chapter six "OK, first of all, about that stun gun... We use a very basic conventional contact stun gun. It's very high voltage, very low amps. Very low amps. Believe it or not there isn't a lot of pain, some, but it's very short. However, it does a great job of messing up their electrical signals to the brain. Your young man got about two seconds worth of 100,000 volts. Almost all of his neurotransmitter circuits were zapped instantly. This also causes a fake signal to the body's muscles. That signal releases a lot of chemicals so the muscles work and they work real hard in those seconds. Best part is that work depletes the muscles blood sugar converting it to lactic acid which in turn makes it almost impossible to get his muscles to work even when those neurological paths come back. He's instantly unable to command his muscles and even if he could they wouldn't be able to work. Leaves him pretty dazed for about fifteen minutes and very weak for nearly an hour. That's more than enough time to get him into the van and into his outfit. By the time he stops drooling he's diapered, in his cute little baby girl pants and I'm sewing his dress closed. As for our looks, we were all blonds when he gets clear enough to see us. Lots of garish makeup, the same exact blond wigs and frumpy dresses and those are gone before he's taken his first step. Most of the time they are still dazed when we release them. The effects of the shock is gone but the time spent with Susan also confuses them. Oh, and we force them to drink about eighteen ounces of water before we let them go. Takes three baby bottles with enlarged nipples to get it into them but it guarantees he's wet by the time he gets home," Jennifer said proudly and added, "makes them anxious to get indoors and not call the authorities." "He was," Rose said. "The rest of course is pretty tried and true as processes go. Of course the hypnosis makes all the difference. The young man might want to reject what he has to do but deep down he can't," Sally said. "What if he actually does refuse," Rose asked and added, "I guess I should also ask if he's at risk of doing so still?" "If they refuse we cut our losses. All we've really lost is the outfits and our time. If he goes to the police he's got a lame description and that outfit as evidence and, of those who have reported this which is rare, all they got was a lot of snickers," Jennifer said. "Remember? When we were doing this back even then the police just marked it off to being a collage prank or hazing." Jennifer added after a moments thought. "If he refuses down the road it's the same sort of deal and that's why it's crucial we do this by the numbers. The thing is it gets harder to refuse over time. Impossible even. We're going to be easing him into this a little at a time and you're really the key now," Sally said. "I know," Rose said. "It's really important that you do understand that Rose. It's a whole new ball game than when you were doing this. We've come a long way in the process. You've got to be his advocate in this. He's got to know, without a doubt, that you're very sympathetic and very understanding that it's not his fault and you're there to help him. In the beginning that's the real key. Later on it's going to be more enjoyable for him although even then he's not going to admit it. At least not to anyone but you," Sally noted. "I'm looking forward to it," Rose said. "And you should. Honestly, I can't imagine living with a guy that dresses and acts like a guy now," Sally said and added somewhat wistfully, "they can get very subservient in their relationship with you. At first it's for the support, then later when they've gotten use to their outfits and your treatment, they become very dependent on you. Nearly perfect as companions by that time." "And when do they join the society then?" Rose asked. "About the time they actually need to dress or have a strong desire to dress is when we start their indoctrination. Can't do it before then because they are likely to hesitate or stop. It's really when they are desperate to be sissies that we take them in for the ceremony. Trust me, you'll know when that time comes," Jennifer noted as Rose nodded and both smiled. Mark, meanwhile, had left before Rose walking the same path he'd taken rushing back the night before. He tried not thinking about it, but couldn't help remembering. There was that invitation to a party handed to him. That was first and then the girl. She was the lure they'd used to get him to that house. She was so pretty and that too was a ruse to get his attention. He'd left for the party at seven, an hour after sundown smiling at his good fortune. A freshman and his first collage party. Who wouldn't be smiling as he walked along the row of houses. Only the lights were out at the one with the address he'd been given. No lights, no noise and clearly no party he noted in frustration walking up the path. Then there was a movement. Mark only caught a glimpse of the person as they came out from behind a bush. Mark had just started to turn his head when his body was suddenly racked with an odd overwhelming twitch and jolt before he went rigid. It went on forever he thought as his head went back in a spasm matching his bodies just before he began to slump. Mark didn't hit the ground because two others were on either side of him as he fall back still twitching. He couldn't hear past a loud ringing sound in his ears, nor could he speak or for that matter move. He did feel someone lifting his feet as they carried him off to another dark place. Mark felt like a fish out of water reaching it's last moments as he tried desperately to get his arms and legs to move. He guessed it was a van they put him into and the instant the door closed they began pulling his clothes off. In spite of his inability to move his mind was beginning to catch up with what these women were doing and he wasn't clear on what that was for a few minutes. No one spoke but their movements were very coordinated as his hips were raised. He wasn't sure why till the thick white cloth was tugged between his legs. A diaper... They were pinning him into a baby's diaper as he struggled against it, although that struggle was more in his mind than actual. Pinkish baby pants followed and again his hips were raised. He wasn't sure if it was a dress next, but it was clearly meant for a girl as someone from the back began sewing the garment closed. That someone sewed while two of the gals held him in a sitting position. A forth was in front of him holding a baby's bottle and again he struggled. The soft rubber tip of the bottle touched his lips as they moved his head so it was laying on a lap. Mark had to swallow the water trickling down his throat and continued till that first bottle was empty. He was given a second and a third as his control slowly returned. By the time he was finished nursing that third bottle he could move but he was too weak still to do much. He was clear headed when the van door was opened. Mark didn't remember the shoes but those too belonged on a girl as he rested on a park bench. A little girl's shoe given the style and patent leather glassy look since it shimmered in the lamps light. It took him a few seconds to realize he needed to get out of that light and off the streets as he stood. He began wetting as he headed for that first clump of trees. Jennifer, hidden and a dozen feet away snickered a little as she followed. Chapter seven The van was gone and so were the women as Mark started to stand. He was weak but he could stand and that's when he began to realize what he was wearing and how that must look. At first he tugged on the panties under the skirt of his dress trying desperately to pull them down. All that did was tire him and it was clear they were part of the dress when he tugged. Mark tried pulling the dress over his head next, then down again but to no avail. Nothing he did or tied doing was going to get that dress off and everything he did exhausted him. It flowed around him so delicately yet he was stuck in it. He knew that and he knew he had to get out of that light. Mark knew he wasn't going to get that outfit off without help and the time he was taking trying only increased the odds of someone seeing him. Even at that hour of the morning there were people out and about. He also realized that a man wearing a pink baby dress, ruffled panties and a diaper would get some attention and Mark didn't need that kind of attention. He couldn't stop wetting but fought the urge before losing again. Mark felt the panties wondering why he was still dry then realizing that was the point of those baby pants ruffles or not. And those ruffles covered the entire backside of his panties as he moved off towards a small clump of trees. How was he going to explain this to his landlady, Mark wondered. She would never understand. Although, thank heaven she had... Mark blinked looking down at his note pad. He realized he was still at the library and all he'd accomplished so far was a bunch of doodles. He couldn't get the outfit out of his head. And worse, it wasn't the one he'd worn home that had his attention, but the one he was supposed to wear tonight. Thankfully his landlady was understanding enough that he didn't have to try and explain any of this other than to tell his story. Not only was she OK with it but she wanted to help of all things. Mark wasn't going to get any studying done but he might find clues on who was doing this as he went to the newspaper section. Mark spent the next hour searching the library for news articles of those pays past, near the time this may have begun, wondering if other guys had perhaps reported what had happened to them. Mark had thought about not doing this, refusing perhaps, even contacting the police or at least the school, but that was not going to happen. He played with the notion and realized, given the embarrassment that would come from such an account, this the best thing he could do was nothing. Yet by not reporting it he was stuck continuing with those women and this revenge or whatever it was. Mark found only one entry of a boy suing the school for harassment citing only briefly that he'd been dressed as a girl after getting drunk at a party. The school denied they were part of what had happened to that boy and even cited their compliance with the courts mandate to continue moving towards allowing boys in as students. Mark's mind drifted... That second dress was pink and white with traces of lavender ribbon circling the skirt and bodice. It had a slip already attached which made the other slip a little bit redundant Mark mused as he tried imagining himself dressing later on. His landlady, so strongly sympathetic, promised to help him dress and why that excited him wasn't very clear but it did when he allowed that thought in. There was going to be another diaper and those baby pants again and try as he might to keep that thought out of his head, it kept drifting into his consciousness. A little girl's style dress with a very full skirt over a slip with it's own very full skirts, a soft cotton diaper and those baby pants ruffled across the back. ...and those lace socks and black patent leather shoes. Mark shook his head. His landlady was going to help him dress he thought as the image of that diaper came back to him. This time he imagined that soft hourglass shape laying open before him and he was naked standing there in front of his landlady. The images left his legs feeling as if they were made of rubber. Mark shook his head to clear it as he realized he was still sitting there in the library. What bothered him most in those few sudden minutes of fantasy was how exciting it all was. It was the image of his landlady standing in front of him, then standing over him, smiling down as she tugged the diaper up between his legs. Mark thought about his homework, shaking his head forcing himself to think of his class assignment before attempting to leave the library. Until then he couldn't stand yet. Meanwhile Rose was putting Mark's diaper, the one he wore and wet last night, into the dryer with some of her own things. She had washed this morning and his baby pants now hung in the garage. She ran her hand over the ruffles of the panties smiling as she mumbled softly, "I could get used to him in these." She heard the back door slam closed. It was Mark. "Hey, you're back," Rose said as Mark walked into the house. He had the spare key. "Couldn't concentrate," Mark said and was about to mention his day dream when he stopped. His wallet and keys were on the table as he added in surprise, "my stuff? They gave it back." "Was on the porch in another small box," Rose said as Mark picked up his wallet and opened it. "It's all there," Mark said slightly amazed. "Glad of that. At least they are not trying to steal anything from you," Rose said and added, "about that other box?" "Right, another box," Mark asked feeling his stomach twist a little as he asked, "what was in this one?" "Cell phone," Rose said. "Cell phone? What's that for?" Mark asked then thinking for a second he added, "Was there another note?" "It's on the table," Rose said as she stood at the counter. Mark moved to the kitchen table feeling more dread as he picked up the envelope. It was still sealed. Mark pulled the note, glanced over it and said, "These people are too much." "What," Rose asked. "This is the phone I'm suppose to use when I dress tonight. Know what the speed dial number is?" Mark said. "What?" Rose asked. "S.I.S.S.Y.," of all things, Mark noted and added, "sissy." "You're kidding," Rose said. "They don't miss a trick do they," Mark noted slapping the note with his free hand. "Still time to say no," Rose said keeping her fingers crossed as she said it. "I know, but I've decided that to heck with them. I mean I got to thinking about this....," Mark said pausing in what looked like anger, but then he smiled a very mischievous smile. "Thinking about what?" Rose asked as she crossed her fingers. Chapter eight "Well, this is going to sound really weird I suppose, so please, don't freak out on me," Mark said. "Not likely," Rose promised. "So I'm thinking that these girls have been doing this for a long time now. I'm guessing going back to the first days when the school changed. If that's true then there are lots of boys that have already gone through this. Perhaps quite a number of boys even now. Right?" Mark said. "Makes sense so I'd say yes," Rose noted. "That means there are boys in school right now maybe. Boys that may even be going through this exactly as I'm about to even at exactly the same time. Right?" Mark asked. "The odds, given the number of boys attending school, would suggest that. Why?" Rose asked. "Well, I went through the news papers at the library. The thing is, there was nothing in the news about any of this, ever, and no hint of it around the campus either. At least none that I've heard and no flyers either," Mark noted. "You're right! Me neither," Rose noted and added, "so what are you thinking?" "I'm thinking that the reason it's been so quiet is that it really does end. I mean it has to given the amount of resources it would take to turn that many boys into sissies over that many years," Mark said and then added after a pause, "and if that's the case, then maybe it's not nearly as bad as it seems. I'm not saying it's good either. Maybe it is just a little hazing?" "I can see your point and it's sounds plausible. So what where are you going with this?" Rose asked. "OK, so now the weird part. I mean odds are that at least one or two out of all of those boys really is a sissy, right? Given the numbers that is," Mark said. "Statistically, that's probably true," Rose noted. "So you've got to wonder then what happens when these girls run across a boy that actually likes doing this?" Mark asked. "I'd bet it takes a lot of the wind out of their sails. Not going to be much fun dressing a guy up if he likes dressing up. I'm also guessing that if they've got a boy that loves dressing as a girl it doesn't make much sense to try and continue forcing him into those things since he would already want to wear those things," Rose said. "Exactly," Mark noted happily. "Wait a second! You're right! I see where you're going with this. If they think you like it, then it could very well end right then and there," Rose said. "That's exactly right," Mark said excitedly as he added, "where's the fun of this if they guy wants to do it?" "There isn't any fun in this if the boy is already a sissy of sorts. You know Mark, this really could work," Rose said. "It has to work. Look, they're trying to turn a boy into something closer to a girl by forcing him into wearing those clothes and doing these really odd things, but what if he loves wearing those clothes and doing those odd things?" Mark asked. "There really wouldn't be any point at all in doing this," Rose said. "So they'd stop to focus their efforts on a boy that doesn't like doing this. They'd no longer want to do this with that kind of boy," Mark said. "That's right," Rose said feeling her stomach twist in an odd way as she stood there. "So that's what I'm going to be! I'm going to be a sissy," Mark said and added, "which is the weird part if you haven't guessed that yet." "Weird in that you actually do like it yes! Weird that you need to pretend to liking it, no," Rose said and added, "I think it's brilliant." "Awesome. I mean I didn't want you to freak out with this. I'm guessing it means more time in those things and, of course, more time learning to do some of that stuff but I think it will work. The thing is what I'm really doing is pushing their program or their agenda right back at them," Mark said. "You are absolutely right. Nothing freaky or weird about that," Rose noted happily and added, "so what do you propose then?" "OK, so I'm suppose to be dressed and at that window promptly at eight tonight. I'm guessing there is going to be someone obviously waiting outside somewhere to verify that I am dressed. Once that's done they've given me an hour to practice that stuff and then show them that I've learned it at that window again. Right," Mark said. "Right," Rose noted. "Then what would happen if at eight, instead of me simply posing, that I really do pose. You know, instead of being seen as reluctant I'm enthusiastic. In fact, what if I were to perform a nearly perfect curtsey right at the start of this," Mark asked. "I think you would definitely catch them off guard," Rose said. "And it would be the same with those diapers even," Mark said. "The diapers? I don't follow you," Rose said. "What if I also happen to love wearing those diapers," Mark asked and added, "or seem to suddenly like them?" "OK? I can see that as well I think. Although I'm not sure how you'd get that message across to them," Rose noted. "It's easy! Or easy enough I suppose. OK, so they've given me those diapers and baby pants right?" Mark asked. "Right," Rose answered. "But not any baby accessories," Mark noted. "That's right," Rose said. "So, I'll need a pacifier. You know, so when I'm at that window I've got this pacifier in my mouth. They're not going to be expecting that at all," Mark said. "Mark, that is brilliant. You're absolutely right! There is no way they are going to be expecting you to actually like your diapers or being a baby let alone a girl baby. They might expect you to like dressing as a girl, even a little girl, but not as a baby. If they did, they would have already included that in the stuff they've left but they didn't did they," Rose noted and then suddenly paused. "What? What are you thinking," Mark asked. "A pacifier would definitely suggest you like being a baby or at least dressing like one but what if, instead of a pacifier, you were to also have a baby's bottle in your hands or maybe even both. A pacifier clipped to your dress and a baby's bottle," Rose asked. "Excellent! Perfect! You're right and this is great! That would have to blow them away," Mark said. "So we are going to need a baby's bottle and a pacifier," Rose noted. Chapter nine Mark felt weak in the knees as that discussion unfolded. He could hardly stand the wait after his landlady promised to get both as she grabbed her keys to drive to the local pharmacy. This was also blowing him away since he was almost faint from the prospects of what he was about to do. Actually Mark was dizzy from the prospects of imagining his landlady actually pinning him into the diaper. It was all he could think about that morning. He'd decided, although he wasn't sure when, that he'd rather she do it. It was all he could think about now as he looked over at the stack of diapers and those ruffled panties. Mark worried some that it might seem a little lame since pinning a diaper closed wouldn't be all that difficult but he also hoped that a guy wouldn't know how and that his landlady wouldn't catch on. Mark smiled at the thought of it and frowned at how long it was taking his landlady to get back. She'd been gone nearly ten minutes already and Mark laughed out loud realizing that it had only been ten minutes. "Hello," Jennifer said after flipping her cell phone opened. "Jennifer, hi, it's me, Rose," Rose said as she was climbing back into her car. "Hey, expected to be hearing from you but not so soon," Jennifer said. "I guess I should first say you were right. Frankly I was very skeptical but obviously it's working. I'm just coming out of the pharmacy and my head is still swimming," Rose said. "Pharmacy? OK, then that means a baby's bottle or pacifier," Jennifer asked. "Both and in pinks," Rose noted happily as she rested her hand on the pharmacy bag. "Well, if that part's working then he's most likely also considering you diapering him. As I mentioned, that is going to be an awkward moment for him trying to find a way to ask. If you feel comfortable doing so you might suggest it in some way before he does ask, but it's not really necessary given how quickly he's acted on the other suggestions." "This is really incredible," Rose said. "And it only gets better," Jennifer noted. "Anyway, just thought I'd give you a heads up on this," Rose said. "Looking forward to seeing him this afternoon," Jennifer said. "Me too," Rose said and added, "talk with you soon." "Hugs," Jennifer said clicking off. Mark heard Rose's car park in her driveway and began shaking slightly from the anticipation of seeing his pacifier and baby bottle. Why he'd thought of those things was a bit of a mystery but the logic of it fit his concept of taking this initiative. He fought for that thought as well. It was a preemptive strike of a sort. Then suddenly he stopped in mid stride. What was he doing? This wasn't right. He was actually looking forward to seeing what his landlady had gotten, yet somewhere deeper still he wanted to scream. He wasn't sure what to call what he was doing nor how to explain this growing desire he had but it was taking all of his control not to leap into those clothes. "Hi! Well, I got them and I hope it's what you are expecting or wanted," Rose said coming into the kitchen with two bags. Two bags, not one which caught Mark's attention. Mark fought against the urge now gripping him so powerfully as his landlady reached into the bag. It was a bubble package and a pacifier and, to his delight, pink. A baby bear decorated the plastic front but it was that soft rubber nipple that caused his heart to beat faster and even flutter a little. "A pacifier is a pacifier," Mark said as casually as he could trying to appear nonchalant. "That's what I was thinking," Rose said almost snickering over his and her fibs as she added, "got the strap so you can clip it on your dress as well." The strap hooked onto the baby's pacifier then clipped onto the dress and it too was decorated by a very cute and very pink baby bear. "That should work," Mark said reaching for it slowly, carefully, casually as he said it. His hand shook and he hoped that wasn't noticed. "Wasn't sure if you wanted a girl's style baby bottle or something more plain so if this one is too baby girlish I can go back. They had some pretty basic baby bottles," Rose said. "Probably the baby girl style will work best," Mark said almost grabbing at the bottle Rose fetched from the bag. He had to stop and settle the trimmer in his hand for a second. "Didn't know what you had as far as the basics or what they might end up giving you so I got to thinking that if you're wearing those diapers, for any length of time that is, you'll need some of these items," Rose said as she lifted out a plastic container of baby wipes. Baby powder followed then a bottle of baby oil. "Good thinking. I'm so glad you're part of this," Mark said and added quickly, "Honestly, I wouldn't have thought of those things." "Me too! I mean I'm glad I can be so helpful," Rose said. "Guess I should think about getting ready," Mark said as casually as he could. He wasn't calm at all as he looked at the packages laid out on the kitchen table. He had held the dress and slip lovingly caressing those ruffled panties and patted the diaper he'd wear all the while Rose was gone. "Shouldn't take too long," Rose said as casually as she could. She was trying to figure out a way to suggest that she diaper him but couldn't come up with anything that would make it logical. "Rose," Mark asked softly. "Yes hon," Rose answered as she fiddled with the packages. "Rose, I don't know the first thing about diapers. It shouldn't be that hard I suppose but I didn't pay much attention to how I was put into that first one and I honestly don't know how they go on. I mean is there a right way and wrong way?" Mark asked. "There is a right way and how would you know? Tell you what, I could do the first one for you if you like," Rose said trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. "I know it's asking a lot," Mark said. "Don't be silly! You're in a dilemma here already so asking for help makes perfectly good sense and frankly I'm glad I can," Rose said. Rose wanted to hug Mark but didn't dare giving the emotions coursing through her at that moment. Mark wanted to hug Rose for the same exact reasons. The silence just then was deafening. The smiles on both their faces were obvious as both fought against them. Chapter ten "Was that Rose?" Sally said coming into the living room. "It was. Mark had asked her to go out and get him a pacifier and baby bottle," Jennifer said smiling and added, "he's going to dress when she gets back so he can practice. He wants to surprise us." "Surprise us? As if! It's so amazing what our Susan can do," Sally said and added, "although, I've got to admit that this guy's turning faster than I can remember." "Tell me about it! I think of Mr. Macho that first time I met Susan and can't help but laugh that day he told her he couldn't be hypnotized," Jennifer said laughing. "He's a changed man," Sally added as she too began to laugh. "He's a changed man all right. Every morning when he gets up and discovers he's wet his diapers again during the night," Jennifer said between laughs. "Makes me wonder how we ever got this to work without her," Sally said. "That part was easy enough! We were women, and we were taking on the world back in those days," Jennifer said and added, "a lot of men could hear us roar in those days. "Fear is a pretty good motivator," Sally said and added, "but give me a sissy that likes being a sissy any day." "I don't know, there is something to be said for a man that wants to please you so you don't come down on him," Jennifer noted as she turned towards the kitchen and yelled, "Lee, come in here!" "Yes ma'am," Lee said rushing into the living room. Before the two women now stood a beautiful young woman in her early twenties wearing a cute little maid's outfit and as soon as she entered she did a quick little curtsey. Her fingers were splayed apart and turned upwards. "What are you doing?" Jennifer asked. "My nails," Lee said. "Again," Jennifer said shaking her head as she added, "you did them last night before you went to bed?" "I know, I just wanted to add another layer of color," Lee said sheepishly. "You just wanted to play with mommies nail polish again you little sissy," Jennifer said softly but smiling. Lee dropped his head blushing as he said, "Yes ma'am." "Well, never mind that, did you finish the kitchen?" Jennifer said. "Yes ma'am and your delicates are soaking and the bed's been made," Lee said proudly before he added, "was there something else?" "Yes, mommy wants to play after lunch so when your nails are dry.... again, go get a diaper and baby pants ready and I'll be in to change you," Jennifer said. "Really?" Lee said excitedly. That meant the pleasure of his mistress at some point. "Really," Jennifer said smiling. "Oh thank you, thank you," Lee said turning for the hall. Jennifer and Sally watched Lee's short petticoat bounce above his ruffled panties and both smiled. "Like I said, there is something to be said of a man that wants nothing more than to please you," Jennifer added. "I suppose. Anyway, it's been pretty wild these past few years hasn't it," Sally asked watching Jennifer's latest sissy walk off trying to remember what that boy looked like when he was still a boy. "About the most fun a woman can have," Jennifer noted with a nod. "When is our next meeting?" Sally asked. "For initiations or the general get together?" Jennifer asked. "Initiations?" Sally asked. "Friday after next. Why, you thinking that Roses little sissy can make that one?" Jennifer asked. "I don't see why not? I mean if he's going to dress himself today and practice and if Rose actually gets to diaper him I can imagine him being ready even faster than that," Sally said. "You might be right. Going to be interesting this evening when he calls," Jennifer said smiling as she stood to walk towards the kitchen while adding, "meanwhile, I need to get a bottle ready and go pin my little doll into something soft, fluffy and thick." Chapter eleven Mark faltered between anxiety and excitement, not sure which emotion was which at times. He kept sensing he should be more concerned over what was happening then, just as he thought that, he'd conjure up an image of his outfit and get excited again. This last part, this part with his landlady helping him into his diaper made him almost incapable of walking or even thinking. The thought of her pinning a diaper on him was almost too much to even consider and there she was getting ready as he moved to the shower. What was it about a diaper going between your legs that excited him so and why had he not thought of his landlady in this way before last night? What had changed that made this even a possibility? "Mark," Rose said from the other side of the bathroom door. "Yes," Mark answered poking his head past the shower curtain. His voice faltered as he fought an overwhelming sexual excitement below the calm he put in his voice. "Mark, I've laid our your diaper on my bed rather than yours. It's got a little more room and sits a bit higher," Rose said trying to keep her own excitement out of her voice. "OK," Mark said swallowing first. He was trying with all of his might to be as casual as he could and losing. He ducked his head back into the shower letting the water hit his face. He'd relived himself right after he started his shower, right after he squeezed a bit of his Baby Bath Gel into his hand. It had been an act of desperation. That gel! That sweet smelling baby gel had made him gasp when it reached his nose. Rose had sur into the bathroom. It was in a soft baby pink. "It's Johnson's Baby Bath Gel, thought you might prefer this over regular soap," Rose said handing it to him as she walked off holding one of the diapers she was soon going to pin him into. All Mark could do was mumble thanks and dart behind the safety of a closed door. He actually sat on the closed toilet seat cover for a couple of minutes fearing he would faint if he didn't. Baby Bath Gel, he mumbled to himself as the image of that diaper in his landlady's hand came back to him. He began breathing in that baby powder smell the instant it flowed onto his hand and what was it about that smell that left him gasping for a breath only a few seconds later. Mark had felt sexual tension many times before this but nothing like this. Nothing this powerful had ever held him so mesmerized, so excited and so very confused. Rose sat on the edge of her bed looking at the diaper laying open on a cute pink and white plastic changing pad she'd purchased. Mark hadn't seen that yet and she hoped it wasn't too much too soon. She couldn't help herself she mused as she ran her hand over the fluffy white diaper before doing the same over the ruffles on the back of his new baby pants. "Take your time but don't make it appear as if you're doing so," Dr. Susan Marco said as she was going over the process with Rose and just before adding, "slow, gentle and methodical steps spaced as far as you dare that first time you diaper him. Lots of baby oil, and as much baby powder as you can use and then those slow agonizing steps till he's diapered." Rose remembered those words and the others spoken that night Dr. Susan Marco talked with her. "You're his alliance against the world, his only friend in this. He's wide open, vulnerable and defeated in possibly the worse way for a man, yet it will be that very vulnerability that brings you and he together. His exposure will put him into your care and no one else, and his weakness will drive your strength," Susan said. Rose has listened intently, asked questions, looking back to those other times, years before this, trying to imagine this being done then. She was one of the rebels back then. She wasn't a ring leader, never wanted to be but she'd enjoyed the rush of doing something naughty and another rush learning to feminize those boys. That last part was what she'd discovered as her greatest thrill. They ceased to be men then or at least by their definitions. They lost their ability to be macho and it was thrilling those first few meetings watching those guys they'd transformed enter the meeting hall so timidly. Each one fearful of the other guys among them yet even more fearful of the girls because they had done this to them. It was a power girls had but new. A power most men believed nonexistent and for that matter so to the girls. Guys were stronger yet their strength actually became they're greatest weakness because it couldn't be used Tracy once wrote. Tracy Goodman, the founder of sorts, discovered that shocking bit of understanding while feminizing a young man for the fun of it. It had become so easy, she noted in her journal, when she waited for his sexual urges to peak. At that point, at that very moment when that masculine drive was so overwhelming a man was also at his weakest. Tracy's young lover was put into panties and a slip that first time as she wrote in capitals, 'how short his protest lasted'. They were equals then. Equal rights, Tracy once wrote, was a double edge sword believing that if women could learn to be more masculine, then why couldn't men someday learn to be more feminine. Tracy's experiments grew and suddenly those men she played with found themselves fully on that girl's side with no understanding of those other sets of rules. Her men became soft, feminine, sweet, and some even sensuous but they had no context away from the approval of the women teaching them those things. Most certainly not the approval of any other man. Tracy's men had changed but the world hadn't and without their bravado, that machismo that had been with them all of their lives, they found themselves clinging to the safety of the women controlling them. They wanted to be feminized but feared it. They wanted to be more like women but feared those very women they were trying to emulate. It was a very satisfying dilemma for Tracy and those women who would her. Ironically teaching men to be women gave those women their power. And with that power femininity took on some of those masculine traits these men gave up. That new sense of self Tracy and these women had might someday change the world. It was Stanton that Tracy quoted often who hinted at that. Elizabeth Cady Stanton once spoke of coeducation as a woman's intellectual emancipation except by doing so they would lose their own isolation and status and someday women would have to be in charge. There were women, and Tracy most of all, who found that more than desirable. Then the courts took hold and by 1970 most laws segregating women began falling but there was that sword again with the double edge. Women could not remain segregated while insisting men drop their own barriers and the first male came in as a freshman seven months later. Only some of those women, Rose being one of them and Tracy another, found that invasion just a bit too much to tolerate. They couldn't defy the law, not stop the inevitable but they could change those men. No one is clear who said that first or where those thoughts originated but it wasn't long before women were gathering under Tracy's leadership to discuss how. Equal access to all things became something of a joke. Humorous to these women given that it meant men should be using a woman's bathroom but doing so as women, or as close to women as men could get. Emancipation wasn't simply liberating men from that onerous controlling influence of masculinity but of freeing men not to be men or so Tracy reasoned. Of course a dog caged all of his years might wish to remain in the safety of his cage because he didn't know anything else. Tracy reasoned that it would be the same with men and some men, perhaps most, might resist becoming feminine. However, Tracy had experience in such things. Lots of experience by that time. Tracy Goodman while making that point about men added another by noting it would be easy enough to help those men overcome their hang-ups if women did what she'd been doing. Those first few women listened intently, organized, planned and the first man was taken soon after that discussion. That man woke, according to the journal of Ms. Goodman, fully liberated, and totally free of his masculinity. Within a few weeks he was as female as if he'd been born to it or so that journal read and at the bottom of one particular page Tracy wrote, "having a man as a woman got you the penis with none of the baggage." '...and now,' Rose said out loud but to herself, 'it was Mark's turn...' Chapter twelve Mark clung to his robe more for the shield than the warmth as he left the bathroom. Rose waited, forcing herself calm as Mark padded to the edge of her bedroom and those steps well past any he'd ever taken. She felt guilt over her part in this but her desires were driving her past it. Mark felt guilt doing this as well but his desire was as strong as hers. Logic or the sparks of it had been tugging at Mark continuously. He could easily diaper himself he'd reasoned then reasoned even the