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The Plaintiff That deep sense of reverence always came to mind when Mark entered the library. The schools library was typical of Romanesque architecture. Massive rounded arches supported on plain pillars looking larger than they should be, older as well. Wisdom and age came to mind which, he suspected, was the reason for that particular architecture. Wisdom and age and those carvings, some definitely grotesque, but all adding a sense of soundness and sobriety to the structure. Maybe even dark Gothic, Mark decided, and very dark he noted. A scary place at night he imagined, and definitely now as he climbed the steps to Ms. Baker's office. Mark had no idea why he'd been summoned and couldn't imagine being called for anything pleasant. He was a freshman, a nobody making him too new to have much to do with anything or anyone at the school. Mark worried greatly over the summons as he reached the secretary and gave her his name. She passed it on over an intercom that had to be five decades old. Decades old but polished deeply matching the woman's voice answering, he mused. He was invited in immediately. "Mark? Mark Adams," the woman he assumed was Ms. Baker asked as Mark walked into the large office. He nodded an apprehensive yes looking at his surroundings. The space was more masculine than feminine, heavy, dark, solid, like the library itself. It seemed somehow to suit Ms. Baker, Mark also mused. "I'm Ms. Baker. Please, please, come in, and thank you for responding so quickly to my summons," Ms. Baker said pleasantly, standing as her secretary left the room closing the door. The door closed behind him silently showing another woman seated to his right. She was sitting on a maroon leather sofa. Mark had no idea who she was and Ms. Baker had not made an attempt yet at an introduction. She too was stately, easily fitting into this scene, perhaps even more than Ms. Baker. "You're welcome," Mark said with formality and deep sense of reverence not to mention a small amount of nervousness. "It's Helen, please," Helen Baker said waving a hand to a leather and dark oak chair that put him directly in front of her desk. Ms. Helen Baker was the Head Librarian and a formidable woman in Mark's eyes. Mark didn't do well around large powerful women. His size some of it, he knew, but other things as well going back some number of years. "Mark, allow me first to introduce you to one of our benefactors. Mark, this is Mrs. Aby Van Braun. Mrs. Van Braun, allow me to present Mark Adams, one of our freshman this year, and the young man I told you about," Helen said. Mark was about to sit, stopped, stood straight again and extended his hand. Another domineering woman, Mark noted, as she too stood to take Mark's hand. What was it she'd been told about him, Mark mused over Helen's words. This was not a comfortable environment and without a reason for being there even less so. With both women towering over him, even worse. Mark was small in stature and build and these women were not. He was at one end of a spectrum, these woman at the other. As always, his aunt suddenly came to mind. "Very nice to finally get to meet you Mark. May I call you Mark?" Mrs. Van Braun said taking Mark's hand in hers. "Yes," Mark said nervously. "And please, I'm Aby," Mrs. Van Braun noted smiling. Aby's fingers wrapped around Mark's hand like an adult to a child and Mark saw it that way. As always, it both excited him and scared him. It always did with woman like Aby. Aby was clearly authoritarian, commanding, almost imperious. Traits defined by his aunt long ago frightening him since early childhood. He was on the verge of having an accident, wishing again he'd gone to the bathroom first. "Please, everyone sit, relax and I'll explain why I've asked you here Mark," Helen said. Mark obeyed instantly, anxiously since there was no context to him being there, and yet his worse thoughts had already begun filtering through. You get summoned by someone like Ms. Baker, it can't be good. Why Ms. Baker wanted to see him had been frightening enough. Then this second woman, perceptively as powerful as Ms. Baker, maybe more so perhaps, only compounded mark's fears. He was definitely confused and a little scared as he sat. "Mark, a few weeks ago, five to be exact, you spent some time on one of the libraries computers. A lot of time and while, both your session and the information going into and out of those computers are private and personal, I did chance upon the contents. Mark, it was an unregistered access which is perfectly normal but it left a number of key words," Ms. Baker said. Mark had context now and his stomach twisted hoping he was wrong. That session, please, don't let it be that one particular session, Mark noted. He was becoming scared. The computers were suppose to be private and that session so damming. Damaging at the very least and it sparked key words and what did that mean? He was nearly faint. At Helen's revelation adrenaline began pumping furiously into Mark's body. Please, not that session! NOT that session, he pleaded in silence. There was nothing to say, nothing he dared say hoping she hadn't looked to deeply into those files and scripts, but knowing she must have if he was there. "Mark, for the past few months we've been monitoring computer usage here hoping to find someone. Someone, how should I put this, suitable. That search has been lengthy and difficult and when it did come up positive I worked at making an identification. I know what I'm saying must sound very unnerving but it's not what you're thinking," Helen said. Mark's heart rate soared matching his blood pressure and those mounting levels of adrenaline. Mark had known fear before this, but nothing on this level as his world, this new world of his, was no doubt about to come crashing in on him. He could hardly take a breath. His reaction wasn't missed as he face turned ashen. "Mark, please, relax a moment and breath. First of all, I assure you that the material I chanced upon is being held in my trust and nothing of those contents is any one else business but yours. As I said, it was a necessary search and very important to us. More importantly, and I hope you believe this, not intended to do you harm. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Helen asked. "Yes ma'am," Mark answered but he didn't understand and he wasn't sure he believed it anyway as he added, "Please, Ms. Baker, I know how that stuff might look and what it may suggest, but it's only fantasy, honest. I've never actually done any of that. Never!" "Please Mark, relax. Mark, truth is I would have never seen it nor cared. I still don't were it not for a chance conversation I had with Mrs. Van Braun just a while ago. Fact is we only hold material left here for a day at best but in this case, and out of necessity, longer," Helen said as she sat back. "I don't understand," Mark said. He felt faint. "Would you like a glass of water," Aby asked looking at Mark's blanched face. There was no doubt that Mark was under a great deal of stress at the moment. Unfortunately that was somewhat necessary and not unforeseen. Mark, still petrified and now nearly on the verge of fainting had lost the ability to hold back the tears he felt pushing to the surface. He was ruined. He was almost past the point of comprehension as his mind reeled. It took a moment for Aby's question to register. He was afraid to talk but realized he had to and yet his mind raced backwards. It wasn't Aby's voice, but his aunt's yelling at him from his past, "no liquids past eight o'clock young man." Mark shook his head lightly and said, "I'm sorry, I drifted. Water? No! I mean no thank you." "Mark, please, take a breath and relax for me. As I said, that material of yours is strictly yours and yours alone. If, at the end of this conversation, you say no to this request of ours, that information goes into cyber space. No questions. It's your business and allow me to assure you that it will still be just your business at the end of this discussion," Ms. Baker said. "Request," Mark asked, now on the very brink of tears. A request she said. He knew he'd heard it correctly. That was different than a demand, different than an accusation or condemnation. What could she possibly request that might be linked to that evening? "Request! Yes, I've asked you here to make a request of you and it has a lot to do with what went on with those visits of yours we've recorded," Ms. Baker said. "Ms. Baker, I can explain," Mark said now convinced that Ms. Baker had all of the grimiest details and a clear picture of who or what Mark was as he added, "actually, it's mostly research material." "Research material," Ms. Baker repeated. There was a slight amused look on her face that she hadn't hidden very well. Clearly she didn't believe him. "Material for my Psychology class," Mark murmured unconvincingly. It was in an odd way research but how could he explain something so odd. "Of course it is," Helen noted too easily. She wasn't buying it, Mark realized. Yet, oddly, there was no way she could have connected that information to him except, obviously, she had. How had she done that, Mark mused. "Mark, there is no need for you to explain any of it, and I mean that. As to how I came to know it was yours? That was simple enough, and I'm sure that's a question you must have," Helen said and added, "that would be your first question, right?" "Yes ma'am," Mark said wondering suddenly if she was psychic. "As to that then, I had just cleared the computer room to close and you were the last student to use computer number three on that night. The log-in also put you there," Ms. Baker said and added, and the copy utility you used to download whatever it was you downloaded, gave a time for that function at nearly the exact same time. It couldn't have been anyone else. Mark already on the verge of tears had been listening only selectively and those last words alone left little of Mark's composure intact. He could feel the tears welling up and his eyes filling. This was truly the end and of everything and of that he was sure. There was nothing left to say or do and no way he could remain composed. "Mark, my dear Mark, please, you are not listening to me," Helen said as she realized that Mark was losing it. She felt sorry for the young man sitting before her. Mark dropped his head and the tears flowed. "Ms. Baker, if you would allow me, perhaps I can explain this better," Aby said as she shifted from the sofa and into another chair that she moved to face Mark. "Please do," Helen said realizing she had not done a proper job of introducing their case to Mark. "Here," Aby said taking a hanky from her bag and thrusting it gently out for Mark's sake. Mark took it. There was a hint of freshness, of femininity that touched at a memory. His aunt again. "Thank you," Mark said dabbing at his eyes. "Mark, if this helps, we were not searching for you in particular, just someone who might be connected in some way with this sort of life style. It really was random. Mark, truth is, I need your help - desperately. That is why I am here. What went on in that session is only important because you'll understand me when I tell you what I need. Do you at least believe that," Aby said. "I think so," Mark said sniffling against a sudden runny nose. "Mark, twelve years ago my son, now thirty, but your age then, dressed as a little girl for a Halloween party. It was silly, but then again it was Halloween and he was very young. It was a very private affair and completely innocent at the time. In fact, if I remember this correctly, he also won best costume that night," Aby said and added, "Anyway, as always, there were pictures." "Pictures," Mark asked wondering if her son's pictures were among the hundreds that he'd collected over the past couple of years. "Yes, unfortunately. There are always pictures and even worse there was one picture in particular that is most damaging," Aby said. "I don't understand," Mark said taking a breath after a soft sob. Ms. Baker had handed Mark an additional tissue just then. What did his session have to do with this woman's son. "I know you don't understand, but hopefully you will in a few more minutes. Mark, that one picture in particular was taken after my son removed his wig and make-up. The party had ended and he, like most boys, and I don't mean to be offensive by saying this, was happy to get out of his outfit. At least some of it," Aby noted. "I'm not offended," Mark said trying to figure out what she thought would offend him. "Thank you. Unfortunately, by removing that makeup and wig, he became clearly identifiable. Both as a boy and recognizable," Aby noted and sadly. "Your son," Mark asked not clear where this was going but realizing there was a glimmer of hope in the changed tone of this meeting. It didn't appear to Mark that he was actually the target now. "Yes, my son," Aby said in frustration. "I'm not sure I follow what it is you are saying," Mark said still confused but now slightly hopeful. "I know and if you'll allow me just a few more minutes, please, perhaps you'll understand then. As I noted, there is a picture of my son looking very much like a boy clearly dressed as a young girl. As a little girl actually. A very little girl I should add and quite convincing as one in the picture with the wig. Not something most boys would care to have laying around," Aby noted. "True," Mark said meaning it. He had always fallen short of actually trying anything other than looking at pictures. "Exactly. Problem is Mark, I've just come into some information that this one picture in particular is now in the hands of a publisher. A sleaze of a publisher I might add. With the other pictures showing my son dressing as a little girl. Moreover there are those before shots showing who he is, and it's, to put it mildly, devastating," Aby noted though clinched teeth. "Is it like a scandal newspaper?" Mark asked. He could imagine something like that happening. "No, but I'm sure those scandal sheets will follow soon enough. Mark, are you familiar with a magazine called Little Sissy Missy?" Aby asked and added before Mark could answer, "And Mark, please, it's important you answer me honestly. For my son's sake. For my sake." "Yes ma'am. I mean I've heard of it and I know a little about it," Mark said feeling his face flush slightly. It wasn't one of his favorites, but then again it published the types of pictures he enjoyed looking at. Mostly it was sissy boys, always boys, some delicate enough, small enough, even pretty enough to really be mistaken for little girls, or at least for girls dressing as little girls. Mark was now sure there was something else at work here and that he really wasn't the target of some sort of punishment or that he was about to be exposed. Clearly this was about this woman's son and not him. He sensed a coincidence in this somewhere as he played back the meeting so far. "Well Mark, as it happens this magazine, and my calling it that is a kindness of the highest order, will be doing another publication, I believe, in a couple of more months," Aby said. "They publish twice a year I think," Mark said. "They do, and sadly my son's pictures will be in that next publication based on some very reliable information. Mark, I simply cannot allow that to happen. I won't let it happen," Aby said and the anger in her voice chilled Mark. Mark would not want to be on the angry side of this woman. "It would be damaging," Mark said. "Catastrophic," Aby said. Mark, now feeling slightly better since this woman's son was the issue, nodded and said, "I see." It was oddly coincidental that her son and he might have something common. That his aunt and this woman, at least on the surface, shared some similar traits. Clearly it was why she intimidated him as she did. Mark was not out of the woods yet, but he was no longer sobbing the loss he had felt over being exposed. Now it appeared that they needed him for something else and his session just a link to that something else. "May I ask what this has to do with me," Mark said softly with as much kindness as he could muster. That softness was so this woman didn't feel challenged. Mark would not challenge someone like her even if he could. "Mark, I want to stop this company from publishing. I want to stop this man's publications completely. In fact, I want to seize all of his pictures, his equipment, everything he owns if I can, but most of all those pictures," Mrs. Van Braun noted "You mean take them," Mark asked. "No. Seize them Mark. A legal seizure that will gather into it everything including those pictures of my son. I plan on doing this legally through a lawsuit," Mrs. Van Braun noted. "A lawsuit," Mark asked. "A lawsuit," Mrs. Van Braun said and added, "based, in part, on U.S. copyright laws." "Got it," Mark said now more confident since clearly he had only a small connection to this woman's son. "Unfortunately the very act of suing them for that particular picture will ultimately point directly to it. The very act of trying to hide those pictures will expose them. That is unfortunate and has left me in a dilemma for weeks now since finding out. That is until I was called by Ms. Baker here," Aby noted smiling at Helen. "Yes ma'am. So how would I fit into this?" Mark asked now slightly past his anguish and very relieved at the moment. "Mark, I want you to sue this company on your own behalf which would actually be on my behalf," Aby said and added, "Actually Mark, I want to sue them through you." "Me? You want me to sue this company? I don't understand? I mean I'd like to help, if I can, but I'm not sure I can," Mark said. Clearly he was relieved to know this wasn't about him at all now, or not about what he thought he was or wanted to do. Other than, it appeared, he was doing a little of what her son did, although Mark realized that might not be the case either. "Mark, I'm a very wealthy woman and trust me when I say this, you can help me, and if I can convince you to help me, I'll make sure you are well taken care of," Aby said and that tone again changed. Mark was sure she could do almost anything she set her mind to. That was scary enough and that scared Mark anew. "How?" Mark said realizing in another thought that this might expose him just as easily as it did her son. When he said how he also wanted to ask what would happen to him if this actually did happen. Obviously she didn't want the publicity, but neither did he. "Mark, I have a private investigating firm that has traced a single copy of that picture, the most damaging, to a small sleazy office in New York. Its source, unfortunately, is an old girlfriend of my sons who sent it off in anger. That office, as it happens, is a front for this man that publishes that magazine," Mrs. Van Braun noted. "I don't have the first clue on what to do," Mark said. "And you wont need anything in that regard. Mark, I have also secured, through my own legal staff, another legal firm to act on your behalf. There is no connection to me in that way. In addition to this New York effort, I will be doing the same exact thing in Hong Kong where the magazine is actually printed and published," Mrs. Van Braun noted. "Hong Kong," Mark asked. "Hong Kong. As it happens and fortunately for me, for us actually, Hong Kong has kept the British legal system and English laws still apply there. Hong Kong also follows the English model of laws on intellectual property rights and copyright," Mrs. Van Braun noted. "I see," Mark said using Mrs. Van Braun's hanky to wipe his chin after a tear made it's way that far. He only slightly understood what she was saying. "Relax Mark. As it also happens the firm representing you will also be coordinating the efforts of a Hong Kong legal firm at the same exact time. If this works out right and I'm making sure it does, you won't actually have to be a physical part of either action. Just an initiator of that action." "Nothing beyond that at all," Mark asked and added, "How?" "The firm is planning on suing on your behalf, but once filed they will expanded the suit to all of those being exploited by that company," Mrs. Van Braun said. "So I wouldn't have any connection with the actions taken?" Mark asked. "That is my hope. Mark, I'm also hoping you'll say yes and with that yes we will be able to shut this magazine down and seize both their materials and their assets - completely," Mrs. Van Braun noted. "Everything?" Mark asked. "Everything and it would be well deserved. Mark, it seems, and I have the evidence to prove this, that this man takes these images from all sorts of sources and uses them without the owners permission. He knows most will not sue out of fear of being outed as it were," Aby noted in anger. "I've heard that too," Mark said feeling guilty over some of the images he's also downloaded as he added, "but even if you have the pictures, won't that girl simply tell?" "Which girl? Oh, you mean my son's old girlfriend? No. Mark, as you're no doubt aware, lots of adults like dressing as little girls and some, I've since discovered, like wearing diapers and dressing as baby girls," Aby noted before pausing. "She dresses as a little girl?" Mark asked not daring to ask about the diapers. "Actually as a baby girl," Mrs. Van Braun noted. "As a baby girl," Mark repeated slightly surprised. "As it happens, yes, she does, and fortunately I've got my own set of pictures. She's a successful lawyer and no more anxious to go public than my son would be," Aby said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. Mark wondered how that girl's pictures got into Aby's hands but decided not to ask. "And this guy, does he know that?" Mark asked. "No, at least not that I'm aware of, but that doesn't matter either. What matters is my son and me convincing you to help us so I can get to this man before he does realize what he's got. Mark, will you be willing to help me," Aby said and this time, thankfully, her voice was far less forceful. "May I ask what happens with me if I say yes?" Mark asked with some degree of confidence now that he knew he was more or less off the hook. He was still fearful, but fearful over new consequences from what he might be willing to do and not so much by any risk of exposure. "What I'm hoping, and what I've been led to believe is possible, is that we can use you as a kind of sting operation," Aby noted and added, "with you obviously fronting that effort and I financing it." "How would that work?" Mark asked. "Briefly, and I'm really hoping for this, we are going to get pictures of you dressed pretty much as my son was. Privately of course and then post them with all of the legal caveats and notices required by law. When he downloads those images, and I'm told he will for his next publication, we've got enough to go after him. The lawsuits themselves, one here and one in Hong Kong, once it begins, freezes his assets, both here and abroad," Aby noted. Mark thought long and hard on what Aby had just said realizing in those minutes what she was really asking of him. "Dressed pretty much as her son was," she'd said. He didn't dare state the obvious, not yet as he wondered what to say. "I'd be like bait then," Mark said asking the obvious and then the risk as he added, "And I'd be exposed as well then?" "In a word, yes. However Mark, if you say yes, I can guarantee you a very high degree of anonymity. A very high degree. You would, I'm told and at the very least, be completely unrecognizable. Moreover, once I've set this up with my people, you will be almost completely invisible behind a number of complex security levels and walls meant to keep you safe, sound and private," Aby said. "How?" Mark asked. "Mark, within another day, assuming I can convince you to do this, I will have you secured behind a temporary visa, already in the works, that links you to an address in Taiwan. That address in Taiwan then links you from there to an address in Bolivia," Aby noted. "Bolivia," Mark asked. "Bolivia. We've picked Bolivia because of their Internet protections. Fortunately I've had a friend there rent me a home through a friend of her's there. Mark, it would take a huge amount of effort, a great deal of really good guess work, and lots of dollars to find out who you truly are, if at all," Aby said and added, "And the trail to Bolivia actually ends there in Bolivia." "I see," Mark said feeling slightly uncomfortable now that he had been sitting so stiffly for so long. "Mark, I realize what I'm asking of you. I realize as well that there is still a risk, however slight, but I promise you, I'll make every effort to guard you and your reputation," Aby said. "It's still very scary," Mark said, blushing as he added, "I mean right now, no one, outside of you and Ms. Baker that is know anything about me." "Mark, I can appreciate that and I know I'm asking a lot from you so allow me to also extend to you an offer that I hope makes what little risk there is worth it," Aby said smiling slightly, warmly. "An offer," Mark not realizing, till now, he might get something out of this, looked surprised. A few minutes ago he was scared enough to do anything to keep anyone from finding out about him. "Mark, I will, at the moment you agree, transfer $50,000 from a personal account to one of my subsidiary companies through a holding company. Those funds will go into a very secure bank and then into a new account opened in the Bahamas. From the Bahamas account that money will then be transferred to a bank of your choosing," Aby said and added, "Taxes paid, of course." "$50,000," Mark repeated. "$50,000. In addition, I will also pay the balance of your tuition loan and expenses for the remainder of your college, including what you've spent this year. Moreover, while this is underway I will continue to pay you a very handsome retainer as a technical consultant," Aby said. Mark sat there thunderstruck. He looked like a child on Christmas morning. It warmed him instantly. She had said $50,000 dollars clearly, including his tuition and expenses plus a retainer. He had no idea what she would pay him for that retainer, but he was already feeling faint over that first part of her offer. "Ma'am, that is very generous," Mark said. "I hope so. In any event, that is my offer and I'm trusting it's enough to make you say yes," Mrs. Van Braun noted. "How long would this take?" Mark asked. "A month I'm told, six weeks at the most. This man won't fight, at least we don't think so. What we're hoping is that it's simply the span of the legal process itself that dictates most of the time that you're involved," Aby said. "What if he does fight?" Mark asked. "Fortunately, with the proof we present, we can still legally freeze everything, pending the outcome of that suit, and it can begin within a few days after this man has downloaded your pictures," Aby noted. "You said that before, about my pictures that is, but the truth is, I don't really have any pictures. I just sort of look at the ones on the Internet," Mark said feeling his face flush over what he was telling these two women as he added, "I was actually being honest when I said I haven't done that sort thing. Not even for Halloween." "I've guessed that from my research, and it doesn't really matter. In fact that makes this better because you have not been part of that scene. Truth is I've planned on that, or better said, I've planned around that," Aby said. "I'm not sure I follow," Mark said. "Mark, if this is a yes that I'm hearing, or the hint of one, I've secured the services of a woman, through another dear friend, that caters to this particular life style. I've been assured that this woman is the very best at what she does," Aby said and added, "Which would of course be the dress up part and obviously that would include pictures." "She does pictures?" Mark asked slightly giddy over that prospect. Pictures meant something to wear for those pictures. "She does pictures. The best of those as well I'm told, and she knows of this individual. It would appear he's not very well liked within this life style because of the way he exploits people like that. Mark, again, if you agree to do this, I can assure you there will be pictures that this magazine will definitely be interested in," Aby said and added, and I've also been assured that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you." "So I would be in disguise," Mark said feeling a little more relieved. "You would," Aby said. "The other thing is Mrs. Van Braun, I really don't have anything. I mean most of what I had, and it wasn't much, was tossed out by my aunt when I started school," Mark said. He was fibbing a little, testing the waters. He wanted to know if there might really be things to wear. "That's not a problem Mark. I've also included, as part of this woman's retainer, a substantial budget for whatever she deems necessary for you, her and those pictures. I should also add that whatever you end up with would, of course and should you chose to, be yours for the keeping when this is over," Aby said happily. "How does he get those pictures?" Mark asked. "You'll be posted to a web site that caters to the type of individuals that this man depends on," Aby said and added, "And you would be, how shall I put this, attractive enough for his taste." "How will you know when that man has my pictures? I mean he's got to have my pictures before you can sue, right," Mark asked. "Yes. Yes he does need to download your pictures for this to start. As a matter of fact, once your pictures have been taken electronically and only if they've been taken can we sue. So he must take them. As to that, I have a young man who is going to encrypt your images with something that this young man can easily identify and not be duplicated or removed," Aby said. "But those pictures are going to be on his system and that system is actually in Hong Kong," Mark noted. "I know, and this then is between you and me. You, me and Helen here, but that young man doing the encryption has already gotten into this man's server. I believe you call it hacking, and as soon as your pictures are on that system and identified as being there, we file our briefs simultaneously," Aby said and added, "Besides knowing of his actions that way, we will also get a key bit of information back that those pictures have been downloaded. Don't ask me how but we will get some kind of confirmation." "And what happens if that man, you know, once the lawsuit starts, takes that data, I mean those pictures, and puts them somewhere else?" Mark asked and added, "You know, hides them?" "Then Mark, I'm prepared to break the law and to that end, there is going to be a virus also encrypted within your pictures. A very nasty virus that will destroy most everything that connects to or has connected to those pictures. If that virus is not stopped, and only that young man can stop it I'm told, it goes off - maliciously. We hope to do that during the seizures, if we can't do it then, as I've said, it goes off on it's own," Aby said. "But what about those that might have also downloaded those pictures. I mean my pictures," Mark said wondering about the hundreds, maybe thousands of computers out there doing what he sometimes did. "When I mentioned that this young man working for me had already hacked this magazines server, there is, and I'm not sure I understand it, something called a pod that has been placed there. That particular pod must be on that particular computer for the virus to work. No one else, without that pod, should be impacted," Aby said. "I see," Mark said in amazed admiration of this woman's commitment to protect her son. "Can I hope for even a hint of a yes," Aby asked. "I think so," Mark said. "Excellent and thank you for at least considering this. Thank you very much," Aby said clearly relieved. "So how am I going to meet with this woman?" Mark asked and added, "You know, the one that's doing the pictures." "That's already been arranged. Truth is I've already assumed you'd say yes simply to expedite this process," Aby said. "And what if I said no?" Mark asked. "Then I'll be talking with someone else," Aby noted. "So I'd be visiting her?" Mark asked. "Yes and no. Actually, for the time being, you'd be staying with her. Safer that way," Aby said. "And she's got Internet access or this web space---?" Mark asked. "Yes but you won't be using it. You'll be using a new account, again set up by my people. Not sure how it works, but you'll be connected through a proxy on links that go through a dozen countries when you actually go on the Internet," Aby noted and added, "It's another level of complexity that translates to even more security." "Oh man, that's wild. So I guess I'd have to work out a schedule. You know, for classes," Mark said by way of hinting he was going to say yes definitely. He could not say no at this point. Those pictures that this magazine was interested in were exactly why Mark had once bought a copy. He didn't know the images were often stolen, not then, but they published layouts of some of the best sissy, little girl and adult girl baby pictures to be found. Mark, thinking about it, was suddenly scared again. What he'd just heard was that there was another stranger, this woman, out there that would know of him, and if he understood this she would be dressing him up and taking pictures. He was caught between the proverbial rock and a hard spot but it thrilled him nonetheless. Ms. Baker cleared her throat and said, "If I may step in here for a second. Mark, as for school, that is not going to be an issue. I'm going to be taking care of that personally. I will, on your behalf, secure you a leave of absence for this semester." "Leave of absence?" Mark asked. "Yes, but you'll be earning credits as well. You'll have that leave showing you actually working for someone who works for Mrs. Van Braun under our internship program and her company is one of several. Mark, you will be getting extra credit for this, believe it or not, which should take care of your electives for this semester," Ms. Baker added. "Seriously?" Mark asked shaken slightly. It was becoming too good to be true. "Seriously. Not only that, but you will also maintain the credits you've earned for this semester. Moreover, and if need be, I will make sure you have any slots in any classes you chose for your next semester when this is over," Helen noted with her own smile. "Ms. Baker? Aby... I... I don't know what to say," Mark said. "Say yes," Aby added quickly with a sense of hope in her voice as she added, "please Mark, I really do need your help." "Then yes," Mark said and then sheepishly asked, "When would this start?" "Actually, right now? As soon as I can get you to this woman. That woman, the woman you'll be staying with that is, is waiting for my secretary's call as we speak," Aby said. "I'd need to stop at my dorm room first, for some personal effects," Mark said blushing slightly. "Mark, if you don't mind, I'd like this to start within the hour. Please don't be embarrassed by this, but I'm sure this woman can take care of anything you might need," Aby noted and added, "And I have someone already set to go to your room to secure any of your perishables and personal effects." "Oh, right. I guess I also need to ask if she has seen the information I've downloaded? I mean does she know what sort of stuff there is?" Mark asked shading a deep red as he posed the question. What he meant was did that woman know what he might like. "Neither she nor I have even seen your particular information, let alone anything to do with you in particular, if that is what worries you," Aby noted. It wasn't what Mark meant but he decided to let it go. "I guess it's definitely a yes then," Mark said almost ready to hug this stranger that seemed to know him and yet not. He had questions but wasn't even sure what to ask. Then suddenly the most obvious question came to him as he realized that his face would be shown in whatever pictures were taken. He'd seen those faces of others as he said, "My face." "Mark, I'm told that is not going to be an issue. From what I've gathered on this woman, the one you're about to meet, is that she really is that good. As I mentioned, I've been assured that even your own mother, if she was standing right across from you, wouldn't recognize you," Aby said. "That's comforting," Mark said excitedly as he added, "I think." "And on that topic, I'm also going to need you to agree to leave here in disguise," Aby said. "Disguised?" Mark asked in a renewed panic. "To help with my own cover. Mark, I'm too well known not to have been noticed coming here. I'm worried that someone seeing you might, however remotely, connect you with me. It's not much, just a wig, a girl's coat and a pair of flats to wear with what you already have on," Aby noted making it all sound so casual as she moved to a small bag. "Why?" Mark asked suddenly fearful of this new bit of information and the sudden risk of public exposure in something so feminine. "Mark, in my position, there is always the risk of a camera. The possibility, however slight, that a camera is waiting for me always exist. They might also take pictures of those leaving the library as well," Aby noted. "Why?" Mark asked. "Curiosity. Fishing mostly. Most know I'm a contributor to the college but you never know. When we leave here I want you looking more like a girl than a boy so there is no connection with you and me from this moment on. There simply cannot be a connection, however remote, between us," Aby noted. "Why a girl?" Mark asked. "Just another level of complexity," Aby said. "But how am I getting to this woman's place?" Mark asked. "I've got a car waiting as we speak. He's out front. He's going to be dropping you off at a distant friend's house that has a daughter your age that is also a student here. Anyone checking, if they even go that far, will think it's simply that daughter going home," Aby said. "And that daughter?" Mark asked nervously. "She's not home, or here, if you're wondering. It's really just a safe drop off point. Your hostess, or a representative of your hostess that is, will be picking you up there the moment I reach home. Honestly, it's just another precaution," Aby noted as she moved to open that small bag sitting on the couch. Mark hadn't noticed it until now. The wig was jet black and long with bangs when he was put into it. Mark also now wore a nearly perfectly sized pink coat and pink flats with ankle length opaque white socks that he traded for his own tennis shoes and socks. His own jacket, socks and shoes went into the bag. Mrs. Van Braun added lipstick, blush and a touch of color to his eyes before handing him a pair of girl's sun glasses. The bow, pink to match his long coat, came out of her hand bag last. She clipped that onto the back of Mark's wig. Mark, flushed, felt oddly wonderful. A much different story when his aunt sometimes did this to him. "Ready?" Mrs. Van Braun said and Mark almost answered yes till he realized that she was announcing him set and not asking if he was actually ready. "I guess so," Mark said. "And Helen, thank you," Aby said as she held the door open for Mark. "You're welcome Aby. Oh and Aby, say hello to the Senator for me when you see him," Ms. Baker said. "I will Helen and Helen, again, thank you," Aby said gratefully as she took Mark's hand. 'Senator Van Braun,' Mark mused, as he walked out of the office and past an empty desk. No wonder this woman was so worried about her son's picture getting any kind of publicity. It was nearly five thirty. Not more than a half hour till sunset. He had been in that office almost an hour now and the receptionist was gone. It also meant, thankfully, that the library would have less people given it was dinner time. "Are you OK?" Aby asked of Mark as they reached the steps down to the library floor. "Yes ma'am," Mark said almost wanting to skip. "Can you make it to the car on your own?" Aby asked sounding slightly sympathetic. "Yes ma'am," Mark said finding no reason to hide the fact that he was enjoying himself all of a sudden. "Mark, I can't express how much this means to me," Aby noted as she squeezed Mark's hand. Mark wasn't sure what to say to that, but he felt giddy at the prospects of what was ahead of him, and more so because of what he was wearing. While he still wore a tee-shirt and jeans under his pink coat it didn't matter because his coat and those shoes he kept glancing at were pink. Pink to match his small purse, and that bow, he mused, behind a smile. "Oh, I nearly forgot. Mark, what bank do you use?" Mrs. Van Braun asked as they reached the door. "I don't have a bank actually. I use the Student Unions Voucher system. It's mostly for my books and stuff and I have a charge account at the cafeteria," Mark said slightly embarrassed that he didn't have enough money to actually need a bank. "Well, never mind, Just let me take care of that as well then. I'll let you pick out your own checks later," Mrs. Van Braun noted. "Yes ma'am," Mark said as Aby and he reached the landing that led to the outside doors. Mark went first, Aby waiting. Off to the left, as he stepped out into a setting sun, was the car. That was his car. Aby was going to wait till he drove off before leaving the building for her own car. Mark looked like a young girl and suddenly felt like it. Mark, a few minutes later was in the back seat looking at the world in silence. The driver had been told the girl was hoarse from a cold and was given the address. Mark didn't have to say a word nor pay a fair. It was a thirty minute ride before they entered into an area clearly richer than most parts of the city. The house was stately as they pulled into a long private driveway. A woman was waiting in front of a very beautiful home as the car drove up to it. Mark, blushing as he got out of the car, introduced himself to the woman who invited him in leaving the car to go as planned. It was another half hour over tea before there was another knock on the door. "Mark Adams?" the woman asked when the women he was staying with invited her into the kitchen to where Mark sat. "Yes ma'am," Mark said taking her hand and shaking it. He was still in his disguise and feeling slightly embarrassed standing there being identified as a boy between the two women while decidedly looking female himself. "Let me call Aby Van Braun's assistant first, and then we can go," the woman said flipping her cell phone open. She waited a moment before saying, "I'm here, I've got Cinderella and we're leaving now." Cinderella, Mark mused. The woman closed her cell, smiled at Mark and said, "I'm a friend of Hilga's. You'll be staying with her." Hilga too was a formidable presence, towering over Mark as she invited him into her house. Mark left the first house with a wave and thank you to the woman that had entertained him for that last half hour. It was another hour by the time they crossed town and remarkably into an area that was very old and even more stately than the area they left. Hilga's home, if it was her home, was set back from the street a couple of hundred feet, at least, and circled by trees and shrubs that had to date back to the turn of the century. Those trees were as old as the old Victorian, Mark mused. Without the car in front you could imagine a carriage sitting there. "This is it," that assistant noted as she put the car in park. "Beautiful," Mark said as he undid his belt to step out onto the driveway. There was another woman opening the door. She was dressed in a uniform suggesting a housekeeper. Obviously a housekeeper. Behind her clearly the woman of the house. "I'm Hilga," Hilga said taking Mark's hand. The woman that had brought him here, drove off. Hilga introduced that woman wearing the uniform as Barbara, the housekeeper, as the woman warmly greeted Mark and took his coat. He would miss that coat and felt slightly exposed without it but only for a moment. Mark was looking at elegance with touches of modern, although classy as he stood in the middle of the foyer. To his right a library or sitting room and to his left a large, very large living room. There were other women sitting in that living room, and all looking at him as Hilga guided Mark in their direction. "Ladies, our guest has arrived. Mark Adams, from left to right is Stacy, Brigitte, Tracy and Susan. Stacy will be doing your makeup after we get you into a bath and dressed. We'll be shooting your pictures in the basement. I have a studio set up there. Tracy is our photographer. Susan, our web-mistress, will be putting a few of your pictures up on our web site this evening," Hilga said. There was an animated and very warm greeting from each and a hand shake from Tracy who walked over to Mark. She smiled and said, "Hello Mark, and if you don't mind me saying so, you're going to make a very pretty little girl." Mark blushed crimson as he took her hand and those words in silence. "We'll take care of his bath first, after some questions," Hilga said as she took Mark's hand before adding, "Barbara will you fix something for Mark to eat. It's getting late and I'm guessing he hasn't eaten since lunch time." "Yes ma'am," Barbara said walking off with Mark's coat. "Are there other people... I mean, you know, guys here?" Mark asked in a quiet voice. He knew or was guessing what this place was. "Actually there would be Mark, but even then you'd never see them. We keep our clients separate for the sake of our clients. However, in this case and for however long Mrs.Van Braun wishes, you are currently my only client and guest," Hilga noted. "Really?" Mark said in astonishment over the planning that must have gone into this, not to mention the cost. "She has secured my services and my home for the duration of her legal proceedings. You are safe here Mark, and under my care," Hilga said and added, "and let me first show you to your room, ask a few questions and then we'll take care of your bath." "I didn't bring anything with me," Mark said. "I know," Hilga said as she walked Mark up the steps. Mark gasped slightly although he tried not to. Mark was looking at the inside of a fantasy as the door opened. A girl's room and to the smallest of details. Extremely feminine and childish beyond words. The whole notion of the room was striking Mark fully as he gazed from right to left. It could have been taken from the best catalogs of children's designs and those designs put the age of a girl that might live in such a room, well before puberty. The bed, canopied delicately, commanded most of his attention at first and was covered in sheers that cascaded down pillars held back by wide pink ribbons tied into very large floppy bows. The bed looked extremely luxurious and delightfully soft and feminine. To the left dolls in various forms, sizes and wearing very fancy dresses with a few sitting around a white wicker table on matching wicker chairs. On the table in front of three sitting dolls was a delicate childish tea set. A large dresser next to those sitting dolls, a night stand with a feminine lamp, then the bed. To the right of the bed another night stand and matching lamp and a few feet from that a vanity. A complete vanity Mark noted as he looked over the makeup that sat neatly displayed. The vanity edged to a doorway that led into a brightly lit but soft pink bathroom and another door next to that Mark guessed to be a closet. If it was a closet it would be as big as the bathroom he mused as he stood there in awe of his surroundings. A free standing mirror caught his smile as he quickly tried looking serious. "Will this suit you?" Hilga asked. "I'm not sure I should answer that," Mark said feeling slightly vulnerable again. He didn't know this woman. "No need precious," Hilga said as she gently nudged Mark to the bed and added, "Now why don't you sit with me so we can chat a bit. There are some things I'd like to know about you." "OK," Mark said moving to the predominately white satin bed spread. "Mark, the questions I'm going to ask you are for your sake. I ask these questions of all of my clients and what I'd like are very honest answers or as honest as you can. I should also say that nothing you're going to tell me is going to be shocking so please, again, be as honest as you can be. OK?" Hilga asked. "I'll try," Mark promised. "So do you favor the little girl look?" Hilga asked. "Yes ma'am. I mean sort of," Mark said blushing. "And how old is this little girl you keep inside?" Hilga asked. "I'm not sure. Maybe two or three, there about," Mark said softly. "Two or three. And is this little girl, then, still in diapers?" Hilga asked. "Kind of. I mean she doesn't always wear diapers, but sometimes she has accidents and when she does her aunt puts her back into diapers. Oh, and she sleeps in diapers," Mark said feeling more comfortable talking about the girl as if she was someone else. "So it's this little girl's aunt that is doing this, when this is done?" Hilga asked. "Yes ma'am," Mark said. "Why is her aunt doing this and not her mother?" Hilga asked. "She wasn't a little girl when she was with her mother," Mark said trying to sort his answer out as he added, "I mean she was a boy when he first went into diapers." "Can you tell me about that boy then?" Hilga asked. "He started wetting his bed when his sister was born and after awhile is mother suggested he wear diapers at night," Mark said remembering that conversation he had with his mother as he added, "he was eight then." "She didn't make this boy wear diapers, she just asked?" Hilga said. "Yes. She thought it would be better than waking in a wet cold bed all the time," Mark noted. "So she began diapering him," Hilga said. "Yes," Mark said remembering that first night his mother pinned him into his diapers. "Did she use cloth diapers and plastic pants or disposables?" Hilga asked. "Cloth and plastic pants," Mark answered. "Baby oil and baby powder?" Hilga asked. "Just baby powder," Mark answered and added, "And she just sprinkled it over him." "And those cloth diapers went on with diaper pins?" Hilga asked. "Yes ma'am," Mark answered. "Did it make him feel like a baby?" Hilga asked. "Yes," Mark answered with a renewed blush. "Did it excite him?" Hilga asked. "Yes," Mark answered. "Can you tell me about the little girl and how she came to be?" Hilga asked. "Mom took ill a couple of years later and his sister and he went to live with his aunt. His aunt was very upset that he was still wetting his bed and still wearing diapers," Mark said. "So you, I mean he was around ten then. And what did she do about that?" Hilga asked. "She told him that he was wetting his bed to get attention because he was no longer the baby of the family and that what he really wanted was to be treated like his sister," Mark said. "So she wanted to treat him like his sister?" Hilga asked. "She said that as long as he was still wetting his bed for attention and since he was wetting his bed to be like his sister she was going to dress him like his sister," Mark said remembering that day as well. "Did she buy you... I mean him girl's clothes?" Hilga asked. "No, she was going to use his cousin Sandy's clothes. He was already wearing Sandy's diapers and plastic pants," Mark said. "Was this Sandy a baby?" Hilga asked. "No. I mean she was younger but only by a couple of years then," Mark said. "Was she wearing diapers?" Hilga asked. "No. She had worn diapers but had outgrown them although his aunt still had them," Mark said. "Was he very small then?" Hilga asked. "He was small, but not that small," Mark said realizing he was now talking about himself and not in the abstract as he added, "Sandy was actually big, very big. Obese actually because of a glandular problem." "So her diapers, as a baby, already fit you and that meant that her dresses from those days would most likely fit you. Right?" Hilga asked not having a problem changing with Mark's changes. "Yes," Mark said. "So it was more like dressing as a baby girl or toddler girl then?" Hilga asked. "Yes ma'am," Mark said. "And did that scare you, the thought of being dressed as a baby girl?" Hilga asked. "Yes and no. I mean yes, it scared me, but it also got me kind of excited," Mark said. "Because you would be dressing just like your sister?" Hilga asked. "Yes," Mark said. "So did she dress you right away or later on?" Hilga said. "She wanted to dress me right away but the dress she put me into was too big. Sandy was seven then but even bigger than I was by now," Mark said and added, "So we went down to the basement and my aunt found some of Sandy's clothes when she was younger." "How old was Sandy clothes, roughly?" Hilga asked. "About two or three I think," Mark said, paused and added, "Maybe four?" "The same clothes she wore when she was still wearing diapers then?" Hilga asked. "Yes," Mark said. "So she put you into Sandy's clothes from when she was a toddler," Hilga asked. "Yes," Mark said. "And this excited you?" Hilga asked. "Yes," Mark said remembering what had happened when his aunt put him into one of Sandy's dresses that first time, "I'd gotten excited and that made my aunt even madder." "You were in your own underpants then?" Hilga asked. "No," Mark said blushing and added, "She made me wear my cousin's panties." "And you soiled them?" Hilga asked. "Yes, so she marched me back upstairs and back into Sandy's room and put me into my diapers and plastic pants," Mark said as his heart began racing. He paused a moment, remembering and added, "She doubled the diapers that day." "Two diapers?" Hilga asked. "Yes. She said that during the day I'd wear two diapers so I knew I was wearing diapers," Mark said. "Did she use baby oil and powder on you?" Hilga asked. "Yes," Mark said. "And that excited you even more didn't it?" Hilga said. "Yes," Mark said wistfully. "And then you were wearing diapers and baby pants?" Hilga asked and added, "Plain baby pants?" "No, then she put me into my cousin's baby pants. It was the kind that had a plastic lining with a panty over that and ruffles," Mark said. "Rhumba panties?" Hilga asked. "Yes, those," Mark said. "Then the dress?" Hilga asked. "A slip first, then the dress," Mark said. "What sort of dress was it?" Hilga asked and added, "Was it straight with no waist or did the skirt fluff out say just below the arms?" "At first the dress was straight but she wanted me all dressed up fancy for my cousin's and sister to see, so she switched that straight dress for one that had a puffy skirt," Mark said and added, "And a slip that went with that dress. The skirts started just under the arms like you said." "And there you were, heavily diapered like a baby with a pretty pair of rhumba panties on then a girlish little slip and dress. She had dressed you like a toddler girl didn't she," Hilga said. "Yes," Mark said feeling faint. "Did she make you take a bottle or pacifier?" Hilga asked. "A pacifier then but later a baby's bottle," Mark said. "And she made you nurse it in front of the girls?" Hilga said. "She did," Mark said trying to compose himself. His erection, almost painful now, was obvious and that's when Hilga stopped asking question. Hilga patted his leg, smiled and said, "I think that's enough for now." "Does any of this make sense?" Mark asked. "It does precious, but we won't know if it's what you like till we try some of those very same things," Hilga noted. "Like? I mean I thought I was just going to try some of those things," Mark asked and added, "I thought I was just going to be dressing up?" "You will honey but I see no reason why we can't experiment with some of your fantasies," Hilga said and added, "it's going to be a while so we might just as well try and define who you are and what you really like, right?" "I guess so," Mark said. "Then so be it," Hilga said. "So when does that happen?" Mark asked. "Bath first then we can find you something suitable to wear. I've had a few days to put things together so you have more than a few choices. Mrs. Van Braun has been very generous with your clothing budget," Hilga said as she stood, took Mark's hand and moved behind him towards the bathroom. "Sizes? What about sizes?" Mark asked. "Most of what I have is sized from a small to extra large. Some of the newer things are one size fits all. A few other things we'll get as we need them," Hilga said and added, "And I have had those few days." "A few days?" Mark asked slightly surprised. It was only today that he'd found out about this. "My services were secured on Friday of last week. I've been preparing for you visit since then," Hilga said as if Mark might have known that. "She didn't know I'd say yes," Mark said. "Actually Mark she didn't, but, given the information I had, I did and advised her of that," Hilga said. "You knew? How could you know?" Mark asked slightly shaken by the fact that she might have seen the disk. She couldn't know this side of him otherwise. "Mark, I've been in this business for quite some time now and while I don't really know you, and please don't be offended by this, I do know of you," Hilga said as she moved to the large ornate tub in the bathroom to turn on the water as she added in a reassuring tone, "If you'll trust me Mark, it will be to your advantage." "I'll try," Mark said. The tub sat in a large space on golden brass claws lifting it a few inches from the pink and white tiled floor and it was huge. Mark watched Hilga unstop a glass vase filled with lavender crystals that instantly changed the water into foaming bubbles. Immediately there was the smell of lavender and baby powder as those bubbles foamed. "Now then young lady, let's get you out of those clothes and into your bath," Hilga said as she removed Mark's hair bow and wig first. "Excuse me," Mark said to her reference as a young lady as he allowed his tee-shirt to be lifted up and over his head. "Would you prefer sissy or something else? Actually, I should have asked if you have a girl's name that you use," Hilga said as she disappeared behind the tee-shirt now covering Mark's eyes. "I don't know? I mean this is... this is all kind of new to me," Mark said as his tee-shirt came off. "Well Mark, I mostly take care of little girls, little sissy boys and baby girls here so I'm not actually use to using masculine pronouns. I'm afraid it's young lady until you can come up with a name more suitable for yourself," Hilga said moving to Mark's jeans. "A girl's name," Mark said, not daring to tell her he had one. He didn't want to say the word Sissy at that moment. "Of course. Calling you Mark from here on out simply won't work for me or you," Hilga said as she bent slightly for the button on his jeans as she added, "I've always favored Mary or perhaps Mary Beth as in Mary Elisabeth and frankly, it suits you." "It suits me?" Mark asked as his jeans came lose. It took him back a few years to his aunt again but not nearly as harsh. Hilga tugged his zipper down making him slightly uncomfortable standing there. "Actually, it will suit you just as soon as I've put you into something more suitable. Suitable for a pretty little girl," Hilga said as she tugged his jeans down past his shorts. Mark's face went deep red as his shorts came into view. Just wearing shorts in front of this woman and nothing else, as she removed his jeans, left him nearly speechless. More so with his erection so obvious and of course that growing wetness. "I can see why your aunt decided not to keep you in panties! Clearly you're going to need those diapers," Hilga said and added, "But perhaps, after a time, we can try putting you into panties once in a while. Would you like that?" Mark, trying hard not to be so obvious had to give it up with the mention of diapers and then panties. He almost lost it when she drew closer to begin removing the very last of his boy clothes. And then that smile... The bath water foaming with bubbles was filling the huge tub and a second later Mark, with Hilga guiding him, stepped into the water - naked. It was almost hot as he eased himself into the froth and foam. The tub was huge in comparison to more modern versions leaving lots of room still for his feet. Mark fully expected to be left alone then, but Hilga stepped to a long side cabinet, opened it and was putting on a functional long white plastic apron. She knelt down next to the tub and took up a light pink bar of soap and pink wash cloth. Mark blushed at the notion of being bathed. "If you have something else to do, I can do this," Mark said with a touch of uncertainty in his voice. He was actually glad to be in the water and bubbles since it hid his nakedness and eased his embarrassment, but that sense of relief didn't last. It was clear she was intent on bathing him. "Honey, this is the 'something else' I'll be doing while you are here," Hilga said as she rubbed the washcloth over the soap bar as she added, "As I mentioned, you are my one and only client." "Oh," Mark said resigning himself to the pleasure and small amount of personal pain he felt. The pleasure of a woman intent on taking care of him contrasted greatly with the pain that often came when his aunt did this to him. Hilga began with his neck and ears before working her way around his face. It was all done in a gentle way. The wash cloth was soft and smelling of baby powder as it passed his nose. It was intoxicating, soothing and so very erotic, he mused. It was exciting and frightening as well with this stranger now washing him. Those emotions intensified as she worked her way down his body front to back. She was silent the water warm and silken. His aunt rarely was kind and never this caring. Mark fought the excitement he felt and he was losing that battle as the wash cloth moved between his thighs. Fortunately it was there for only a short time as she moved on to wash his legs and finally his feet. That pink wash cloth was replaced by baby shampoo for his hair that she spread in her palms first. Johnson's No More Tears, he mused sarcastically, remembering those days at his aunt's. Back then his cousin's and sister would be eagerly waiting for his bath to end. That shampoo and rinse was the last thing to be done before pushing the center brass lever that emptied the tub. The water began draining slowly, circling above the drain as Hilga took up a very large pink towel. "Do you dress now, at home?" Hilga asked as she let the towel fall loose. "I'm in a dorm room. I mean no. Actually I don't really dress at all I guess. I mean I sort of did a while back but that stopped when I left for college," Mark noted. "That wasn't too long ago then, was it?" Hilga asked. "No," Mark answered as he thought about it. His last time was just a few months ago. Just before he left for college. His panties, rather his cousin's panties had gotten wet that last time. They always got wet, and his aunt had been furious. She was always finding something, some reason to diaper him, Mark mused. On that occation he was put back into diapers. Diapers and plastic pants before wearing one of his cousin's dresses - again. It had been years since that dress was worn by his cousin, even longer for the diapers. On that occation he was being potty trained, his aunt had said. A fib, Mark knew because that wetness wasn't from his need to go potty. "Well, we're going to take care of that aren't we," Hilga said in a very soothing voice. "You haven't asked me what sorts of things I like wearing," Mark said blushing.