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The Lingerie Sale Tom rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock as he picked up the phone lying next to his bed. 3:15 a.m. Who would be calling at this time of night? "Hello," he said sleepily as he put the phone to his ear. "Good morning, Tom, this is Mara. Sorry to bother you, but I really hope that you can help me out this morning. I just found out that there is a big lingerie sale at Macy's tomorrow and I could use some new bras and panties. Would you mind coming with me to tell me which ones look the best on me?" Tom couldn't believe his ears. He had only met this woman once, for coffee, and while they seemed to hit it off ok, this was a whole new step. Not only going shopping for her intimate apparel, but to watch her model it for him? Let's see, he thought, go to work and answer phone calls from snippy clients or watch as a beautiful, sexy woman tries on underwear? He smiled. Not much of a choice there. He didn't even stop to ask himself why she would be asking him, of all people. He quickly gave his assent. "Great! I really appreciate this, Tom. Meet me here at my home at 9:00 sharp. Oh, and one other thing. Don't use the bathroom until we are together. See you soon! Bye." She hung up before he could question her about her unusual request. Maybe in his sleepy state he hadn't heard right. Oh, well, he would refrain from his usual bathroom duties just in case and go at her place. He laid back to go back to sleep, but images of Mara in a flaming red bra and matching panties filled his head. Now, he was wide awake. Tom pulled into Mara's driveway just before 9:00, freshly showered and, he hoped, looking nice. He had a million questions about why she picked him, but knew he would not risk spoiling everything by asking her directly. He would just try to make the best impression he could. The persistent images of Mara in lingerie gave him the beginnings of an erection, which he hoped she would not notice. The ache in his bladder, while slightly uncomfortable, at least kept him from getting a raging hard-on. He would have to ask her to use the bathroom before they went. As he began to get out of the car, Mara flew out of her front door. "Hi Tom, thanks for being so prompt. We want to get to the store before everything is picked over. Besides, it's gross to try on bras that women have had sticking to their tits on and off all day, wouldn't you agree? Let's fly!" Tom was a bit startled at how easily Mara spoke of women's breasts in his presence, but had to admit that it turned him on a bit. He unlocked the door and held it open as Mara climbed into the car, forgetting for the moment the call of nature he was getting desperate to answer. He would have to go at the store, and soon. For now, he immersed himself in listening to his date give him a mini seminar on how to choose the best-fitting bra. She even cupped her breasts to emphasize a point. By the time they got to the store, Tom was as horny as he could ever remember being. As they approached the door to Macy's, Mara grabbed his hand and practically pulled him through the entrance and up the escalator to the lingerie department. She was right, it was already crowded with women but, to his embarrassment, he appeared to be the only man. He began to tell her that he needed to use the men's room, but she gave him a look of impatience, and he could tell she wanted to get started and wanted him there. He would just have to wait. For the next 30 minutes, she dragged him from table to table, asking his opinion of various bras, holding them up to her chest to help him form an opinion. She then moved on to panties, causing Tom to blush as she had him hold up several pair while talking about which ones might feel best against her crotch and which might ride up her rear. "Don't you hate it when your panties get stuck up your crack?" she asked, looking him directly in the eyes. "Or when you get your period when you are wearing your favorite pair?" Tom didn't know how to respond, so he simply nodded. He began to shift from foot to foot to pacify his bladder temporarily, and was about to tell Mara that he couldn't put his rest room trip off any longer when she announced that she was ready to try on the bras. She grabbed his hand and led him toward the dressing rooms. Tom was torn, but he knew he had no choice. As badly as he had to go to the bathroom, this was what he had been dreaming of all morning. He knew he would never be able to watch her if her left her now. The store clerk winked at Mara as she brought her blushing companion into one of the dressing rooms. She put her hands on Tom's shoulders and pushed him down onto the seat. "Now sit there while I try these on. I want you to tell me which ones look the best on me." As she spoke, Mara slowly pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a firm set of nicely-shaped breasts resting in a lacy white bra. Tom practically drooled as she reached behind her back and undid the hooks, so that the bra hung loosely in front. "Would you be a dear and take it off for me, then hold it while I try on the others?" Tom gingerly took the bra into his hands, uncomfortably holding it while staring at Mara's chest. As she took up the first bra, a red one similar to the one he had daydreamed about, he got so caught up in his fantasies that he forgot he was holding her bra and let it slide to the floor. Mara raised her voice for the first time. "Really, Tom, one simple job and you can't do it properly. Guess we need to give you some help. Take off your shirt." Tom was in such a daze that he complied without thinking. Only when he realized Mara was slipping his arms through her bra straps did he begin to protest. "Oh stop it, you big sissy," Mara told him firmly. "If you can't hold a bra in your hand without getting it dirty, might as well keep it clean this way." She turned him around and fastened it shut, causing him to jump as the straps dug into his shoulders. Mara then flung his shirt over the dressing room door, ensuring that he would not be leaving the room until she retrieved it. Tom felt ridiculous sitting in a woman's dressing room in a bra, but at least no one would see him there. Besides, it was worth it. He watched closely as Mara tried on bra after bra. She took her time with each one, almost seductively teasing him. Twice she adjusted the bra he was wearing, bringing her naked chest close to his face as she leaned over. He was totally lost in his lust, until he suddenly realized with great dismay that he was dripping urine into his underpants. He no longer had a choice; he had to get to a bathroom, fast. "Mara, I really hate to do this, but I have to use the bathroom. Can we continue this in a few minutes?" "Really, Tom, this is so inconsiderate. Didn't you go before we got here?" Tom opened his mouth to remind her that she had asked him not to, but then those doubts about whether he had imagined it in his sleepy state crept into his mind. He didn't want her to think he was a total idiot if he had misunderstood her, so he kept silent. Mara continued speaking, sounding disappointed. "I guess if my little boy has to go potty, he has to go. Hurry back." She began to open the dressing room door to let Tom out, but he quickly pulled it back shut again. "I can't go out like this!" he cried, pulling at the bra across his chest. "I need my shirt!" Mara looked at him with disgust. "Is it always about your needs, Tom? I thought you would be different from other guys. Look, if you aren't willing to make a few sacrifices, I guess we can call this thing off." Tom sat back down. He wanted to please this woman more than anything, and the thought of disappointing her scared him. Besides, she only had a few more bras to try on. He would have to gut it out. Mara was pleased, and immediately seemed to put the while incident behind her. She again kept up a commentary about the bras and how they fit, asking Tom's opinion, and once putting his hand on her breast to test the fit, so that "you can see how a bra should feel across your chest." Finally, she was done. She helped Tom to his feet and pulled him close to her chest, embracing him as she wrapped her arms around him to get at the hooks of his bra. The sudden movement startled him, and before he could stop it his overstressed bladder released. Once he overcame his surprise, he was able to stop the flow of urine but at that point it was already too late. He could see the look of shock on Mara's face as she pushed him away from her. "What is going on, Tom? When I got close to you, I felt..." she never finished the sentence as she looked down at his sopping pants and let out a small scream. Tom looked himself, and was mortified. His whole crotch was soaked, and the wet spots rean down the inside of both legs. Apparently more pee escaped than he had even feared. He couldn't hide his shameful accident. No sooner had he comprehended what had happened than there was a knock at the dressing room door. "Is everyone alright in there?" the sales clerk asked. "I heard a scream." "No, everything is NOT alright," Mara angrily replied as she opened the door. "Just look at this." As the door opened wide, Tom saw the sales clerk's mouth open in shock, followed by a cruel-looking smile. Only then did he remember that not only were his pants obviously soaked, he was still wearing Mara's bra. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. "I'm sorry," the clerk stammered, trying to suppress a giggle. "Did I interrupt something?" "Not at all," Mara replied. "Little tommyboy here got so jealous of all the bras I was trying on that he asked if he could wear mine. I guess he got so excited when he put it on that he lost control. I'm so sorry he made a mess in your dressing room." "No problem, it happens all the time. Toddler boys wet their pants in our rooms at least twice a week. Funny, it's never the girls. I guess boys have a harder time knowing when they have to go potty. Would you like me to go to the men's department to get some clean underwear and a pair of jeans?" "No, don't worry about it. I think it will be awhile before he can prove that he is entitled to wear men's clothing again. Besides, it will do him some good for others to see what a big baby he is. But if you could find me some ladies stretch pants, we might have a use for those later." Tom had been silent up to this point, too stunned to defend his manhood. As the saleslady walked away laughing, however, he started to speak up but was immediately interrupted by Mara. "Don't even think about arguing with me, young man. Haven't you embarrassed your mommy enough for one day? Tell me right now if you are going to behave. The way I see it, you have two choices. One, you admit that you have acted like a complete infant and you agree to follow everything I say. Or two, you pretend to be a big man and I drive home in your car and let you walk all the way home in your wet pants." Tom then saw that Mara had taken his car keys out of his coat pocket while he was distracted with the saleslady. He also noticed that other women were peeking past her into the room, staring at him and smirking. He just wanted to get out of there the easiest way possible. "I'll do whatever you say. Please, though, close the door." Mara smiled, knowing then that she had him. She closed and latched the door, pushed Tom back onto the seat with a loud squish and stood above him. "Ok, then, here are the rules of the day. First, you are to speak only when I say you may speak. When you do, you must address me as 'Mommy,' no matter who is around to hear. And anything I tell you to do, you do without questioning me. Any failure to follow these simple rules and everyone you work with will know what happened today. Do you follow?" Tom sadly nodded his head, looking up at his new mommy just in time to see a bright flash. She had taken a picture of him in a bra and wet pants and stashed the camera back into her purse. She didn't need to say a word; he knew that now she had everything she needed to get him to comply. He didn't see how this day could get any worse. "Ok, baby, time to finish our shopping. Get dressed." Tom reached around his back to unhook the bra when he felt Mommy Mara slap his hands. "Did I say you could take that off? Put your shirt on now!" Mara stepped outside the room, picked up his shirt and threw it at him. Tom felt ridiculous as he buttoned his shirt over the bulging bra, and noticed his new mommy smiling as he tried to alleviate his discomfort by adjusting the straps. As he stepped out of the dressing room area and back into the lingerie department, he felt every woman's eye on him as they walked to the checkout counter. With every step, he felt his soaking underpants clinging to his skin. Worse, he still had to urinate. Of course, there was a long line at the counter. The sales clerk that had seen him was at one register, and she grinned broadly when she saw Mara and Tom get in her line. Tom tried to cover his shame as best as he could by turning away from anyone nearby, but unknown to him his rear was as wet as his front. Just as they approached the counter to buy the bras, a girl of about 5 pointed at his crotch and loudly asked her mother, "Why is that man wet, mommy? Doesn't he know how to use the potty? When I didn't know how to use the potty, I wore diapers. Shouldn't he wear diapers, mommy?" By this time, every eye in the store was on Tom and he blushed deep red. He could not escape all of the laughter he heard around the store. He turned back to the register to see the clerk hold up a stretchy pair of light yellow women's pants, and he knew they were for him. He was actually relieved that soon he would be out of his wet jeans. "Are you sure you don't want me to get him some dry underwear, or maybe an ice pair of panties?" the clerk asked Mara. "No, thank you," she replied. "I don' think he should be wearing anything that will wet through right now. We have to address this problem he apparently has." Tom heard the exchange but didn't understand what she was talking about. If she didn't mean underwear, what would he wear under the pants? At this point, anything sounded good. His crotch and bottom were cold and sticky, and he was beginning to smell. He was surprised as they walked past the dressing room and several rest rooms on their way out of the store. Where was he going to change out of these wet pants? Not only were they extremely uncomfortable, the stares from everyone passing by and the pointing were getting to him. When they got to his car, Mara opened up the passenger side door and spread a plastic shopping bag over the seat. She pointed, then glared when he opened his mouth to protest. He knew better, and climbed into the car as his mommy went around to the driver's side. It was an awkward drive as Tom crouched in his seat, avoiding eye contact with his date. He noticed that they didn't take the turn back to her house, and became alarmed. He looked a question at Mara, who smiled knowingly. "I suppose you wonder where we are going. It should be obvious, sissy boy. You can't be trusted to act like an adult, or even an older child. You need someone to watch over you, and I guess that someone is me. You should feel lucky that I don't just point you and your wet panties down the road. Ah, here we are." They pulled into a Babies R Us store parking lot, and Tom all of a sudden realized what was going to happen. He didn't want to leave the car, to be embarrassed all over again by the state of his pants. Except he still had to go to the bathroom. He decided he had to risk braking a rule. "Um...Mommy? When we get into the store, can I go potty? Please?" Mara glared back at him, at this point so helpless. "You can't be serious. After all you just put into your pants, you shouldn't have to go for hours. You can wait, baby boy." A young, blonde girl of no more than 20 greeted them as they entered the store, her eyes immediately focusing on Tom's crotch and then moving to his chest. He had forgotten about the bra. He wanted to shrink through the floor. "Can I help you?" she asked. "Yes, that would be great," Mara replied. "I unexpectedly found myself with a baby in the house, and need some supplies. Could you show me what I might need to care for him?" "Of course, follow me. Now, I might have misheard, but did you say that his baby is a boy?" "Good point!" Mara laughed. "He doesn't make a very good boy, and might be better off as a girl. I think some pink would do him..or her...some good." The salesgirl giggled and led them to the supply aisles. Tom was very aware of all the young mothers staring at him, and moving away as they approached. He was in a daze as the two women filled a cart with baby bottles, pacifiers, baby wipes, formula and every type of baby supply imaginable. He cringed as they debated the advantages of different styles of diaper bags, before Mara settled on a pink calico bag with the word "BABY" in large letters on the side. Just when Tom thought they were ready to go, the girl brought them back to the aisle with the lotions and powders. "May I make a suggestion," she asked, then went on when Mara nodded. "Your baby is a bit...well, it's hard to be polite, but she smells pretty bad. I know mothers don't notice so much, but it is pretty obvious that she needs a change. We don't carry big diapers here, so until you can change her can I suggest that you try to cover the odor? This powder is pretty good for that." She picked up a large container of talcum powder and handed it to Mara. Together they walked to the women's rest room and pushed Tom inside. Pulling down his pants to reveal a disgusting pair of yellow-stained underwear, Mara pulled his waistband out in front and shook large amounts of powder inside, then handed the container to the salesgirl, who repeated the process in his rear. They both then rubbed the powder through his shorts before pulling his pants back up and washing their hands. Normally such attention to his private areas would have excited Tom, but he could only feel complete humiliation. In addition, the smell of baby powder now mixed with urine made him feel small, and his penis even seemed to shrivel inside his shorts. They made it out of the store without further incident, but Tom was by this time aware of his mommy's plans enough to know that they would not be going home yet. They didn't drive far before pulling into the lot of a surgical supply store. He knew what was coming. Again, it was just his luck that the place was staffed by women. A middle-aged woman hurried over to them as they entered, immediately seeming to grasp the situation. "Oh, dear, it looks like someone had an accident. Can I show you our diapers? We have the largest selection in the area." "Yes, of course," Mara replied. "I think the sooner we get him into a diaper the safer your store floor will be." The two women laughed, but Tom only blushed and looked at the door longingly. "Now, do you think you want cloth or disposable? This is a choice faced by every new mother. Disposable is of course more convenient, and you don't have to worry about rinsing and soaking dirty diapers, but babies are more comfortable in cloth and it is better for the environment. But I didn't ask you, does he have a problem with the poopies too?" Tom gasped as Mara replied, "I think we had better get something to cover all accidents. He hasn't shown me anything to indicate he is better than any other 18-month-old baby. And we will be getting both cloth and disposable, for home use and while we are out." "Very well. Now, do you know what size you need?" When Mara shook her head, the woman went on. "Why don't we go to the back room, where we can take some measurements." Tom waddled to the back of the store behind the other women, fully aware of the smiling saleslady behind the register. "Please strip him to his underpants, dear, while I get the tape measure." Tom stood still as his mommy took off his shoes and damp socks, followed by his pants and shirt. To his great relief, she also went behind him to unhook the bra. She was moving it down his arms when the clerk returned. "Yes, I don't think you will be needing that for a few years anyway," she said as she cupped Tom's breasts in her hands. "But if you want me to measure baby's bra size I might as well do that as long as I have the tape measure." Tom just wanted to run as she put the tape around his chest, marking his measurements on a pad of paper. She then put it around his waist, then each thigh and his inseam. It seemed to him that she was taking way too long for some simple measurements. She kneeled in front of him and then shocked him by pulling his underwear down to his ankles. "Oh, dear. Now I understand the bra. It is tiny, isn't it. When you use the cloth diapers, you usually put the extra fabric in the front for boys and the bottom for girls. I think you should consider putting the extra material girl-style for this one. Anyway, put him up on the table and we will get him diapered." Tom hung his head as Mara led him to an over-sized changing table along one wall. He offered no resistance as she pulled his naked body up onto the table. She warmed several baby wipes in her hands and carefully wiped his calves, thighs and legs before moving up to his genitals. Despite the circumstances, he closed his eyes and began to moan in pleasure as she gently stroked a warm wipe the length of his penis, then put one wipe-covered finger up his rear to clean out any urine that found its way there. Tom felt himself begin to get hard and opened his eyes to look at his mommy. Instead, he saw both Mommy and the saleslady smiling down at him condescendingly, and any erection immediately deflated. He stayed soft and averted his eyes as Mara rubbed pink baby lotion all over his body, starting with his chest and legs before moving to his crotch. She followed this with sprinklings of powder. While it felt better to be dry and out of his wet things, now he really did smell the same as any baby. He felt her lift his bottom slightly and slide the disposable diaper underneath, then heard the crinkle of the diaper as she pulled it between his legs. As she leaned across to tape one side, her braless breasts hung near his face. He inhaled her scent and marveled that it was not that long ago he was watching he change out of her bra, while he still felt man enough to anticipate going further. Now he felt completely infantile. He wanted to resist as she pulled the stretchy women's pants up his legs, but knew his only other choice was wet jeans. At least now no one would stare at him, but he instantly knew he was wrong as Mara worked the pants up his legs. As he stood up and she pulled the fabric up to his waist, the bulky diaper was clearly evident. Everyone would know what he was wearing under the sissy pants. "There, that should keep him dry for awhile," the clerk stated approvingly as Mara loaded the humiliating diaper bag with several more diapers. "But I'm afraid they never seem to stay that way for long." As they exited the store, the crinkle of the plastic diapers seemed to reverberate everywhere. If that weren't bad enough, the diaper was so thick between his legs, Tom had to waddle just to walk. And if anyone were so dense that they couldn't figure out what he was wearing from the sound and sight, the smell of lotion and powder must have been obvious from 20 feet away. Getting back to the car, Tom hoped that at least now they were going home. He turned to his mommy to ask, but just as he opened his mouth she reached over and stuck a pacifier into it. "And don't even think about taking that out until I say so." He sighed and slouched low in his seat, not even realizing that he was sucking the pacifier. The busy morning, lack of sleep and rhythmic sucking made him shut his eyes for a moment. He would have fallen asleep if the car hadn't stopped suddenly. He looked out and saw the McDonald's in front of him. One more place to be humiliated. It was worse than he thought. First, Mara made him carry the pink diaper bag himself, drawing attention to his bulging middle. Then she didn't even order him anything! She brought her meal to a table and sat him down next to her. Opening the bag, she pulled out a plastic bib that read "Mommy's messy girl" in pink and yellow lettering on the front and deftly tied in around his neck. Digging back into the bag, she produced a jar of baby peas and another of pureed plums along with a small toddler-sized spoon. Only as Mara brought the first spoon of peas to his mouth did Tom notice the group of three high-school girls at the next table. They were staring at him and giggling, then whispering to each other in excited voices. Tom tried then to resist the infantile feeding, but found that any resistance meant getting baby peas all over his face and bib, marking him as a baby for sure. "Come on, little one, open up for Mommy," Mara cooed. "Show the big girls that you can eat your peas and be a big boy." It seemed like hours to get through the two jars of baby food, being watched every second by the teenagers, who also called out their encouragement. Near the end, Tom also recognized the call of his bladder, which had been neglected for too long. He tried to resist until they could leave McDonald's, but it was no use. Soon, as plums were going in one end, a hot torrent of pee was flooding his bottom. Could anyone tell what he had just done? The girls got up from their table, and Tom felt he could finally have a little relief from their stares. He was shocked as they walked over and addressed Mara. "Excuse me, but we thought you might like to know that we babysit. If you even need someone who knows how to take care of babies, you can call us. We'd love to help out!" Tom was mortified to see Mara thank them and take their numbers. As they stood up themselves to leave, he could hear the girls giggle from near the door and his mommy smirked. He looked down, and nearly cried when he saw the wet spots at both legs of the diaper. A small puddle of urine remained on the plastic seat. "I think it's time to get you home for your nap," Mara gently told him, pushing a pacifier into his mouth. Tom had never been so glad to get anywhere. Entering Mara's home, he didn't even think twice when ordered to crawl into the bathroom. His mommy laid him down on his back on the floor as she ran warm water into the tub. She then poured bubble bath under the running water before turning back to her baby. "You need something tasty to suck on while I clean you up, baby. But first I want to make sure that you don't get Mommy all wet in your bath. Tom stared as she stripped off her sweater, followed by her pants and socks. She towered over him, wearing nothing but her panties. Tom couldn't help but notice how wet her panties were, and realized how much enjoyment she got from making him her baby. Mara straddled him, leaning over so that her breasts hovered just above his face, then took the pacifier from his mouth. She squatted slightly before taking the pacifier and putting inside of her panties, the rubber tip first rubbing her damp clitoris before plunging inside of her waiting pussy, in and out, in and out. It wasn't long before Tom saw her shudder, her legs trembling. She pulled the now wet and sticky pacifier out of her panties and put it into her baby's waiting mouth. "Now, into the tub with you," she gasped, pulling off his sopping diaper and leading him into the waiting water. Tom sucked the tasty pacifier as Mara took a washcloth, lathered it with baby soap and bubbles, and then began to bathe him. She tickled his toes, playing piggy until even he began to giggle. She paid special attention to his tiny baby penis and bottom, soaping them up until Tom also started feeling tingly, but stopping before he would make a mess in the tub. She finished by gently washing his hair with baby shampoo, leaving it wet and shiny. "All done, babycakes. Time to get dry." Mara let the water run out before taking a big, fluffy towel and drying him off head to toe. She had him lay down again, covering his body with lotion and powder until the bathroom was filled with a powdery haze. "You smell so nice and sweet, sissy baby...you are Mommy's little baby." Mara took a waiting cloth diaper that had been warmed by the heat vent. Folding it so that the bulk was between Tom's legs, she pinned it tight, then added a second "just to make sure." She shook out a pair of pale blue plastic panties and pulled them up his legs, checking to make sure the diaper was contained within its elastic borders. Sitting her baby up, she pulled a cotton baby nightie over his head, smiling as the bodice with the tiny bows rested against his chest. "Let's fix your hair before nap, baby." Pulling Tom over to the base of the toilet, Mara sat down on the seat with her legs on either side of him, pressing him still. She pulled a baby comb through his thin hair, then clipped tiny pink and yellow barrettes all over the top and sides. Satisfied that her baby now looked sufficiently sissified and infantile, she had him crawl behind her to the living room. She sat up on the couch, patting her lap for him to climb up. She carefully arranged him so that his weight was distributed on the couch, his head at her chest. His eyes opened wide when her realized where he was, and even wider as she put her hand on the side of his head, turning it to her waiting breast. He parted his lips slightly as she guided her nipple into his mouth. Slowly, in even rhythm, he began to suck. Mara closed her eyes and sat back as she felt the warm milk pass out of her nipple into his mouth, and pulled him even closer. Within minutes, his breathing slowed, his body relaxed and she could tell he was asleep even as he suckled. She smiled as she put her hand inside of his panties and felt it grow warm as he unconsciously wet, then kept it there as a warm glow flowed through her body. She was happy. She had found her baby.