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So Sew Adorable Players (in order of appearance): Ms. Eddie Somerset, owner of So Sew Sweetly; Mayor Daily; Brandon Marks (AKA Brenda Marks) and Ms. Carol Marks, Brandon's mother; Julie Hanson, Brandon's Girlfriend; Ms. Tracy Carter, drama coach; Ms. Adelle, the owner of Tippy Toes; Rose of Rose's Hair and Nails; Lynn of Lynn's Pharmacy; Cindy of Cindy's Boutique; Chad, Rick, Lance and Bobby as the grammar school girls; Stan, Jack and Mark as the pre-teen girls; Carl, Pat and Brad as the teen girls. Carla's Beauty Boutique. Mark Stevens, owner of Star Bright Photos Synopsis: "It's not fair," Brandon said for the umpteenth time, looking at the outfit his mother was carefully removing from the hanger. It wasn't the dress, because all of the boys would be wearing dresses. Nor the slip or panties, because in fairness to those that had to wear them, all of the boys would be wearing slips and panties. And while Brandon would technically be wearing panties as well, his pair were the only ones designed to cover diapers. "I know honey," Brandon's mother said folding his diaper. Story The Center For Disease Control or CDC had traced the toxin to a plant that had been brought in as decorations. As it happens it was dormant when it sat in quarantine a few months ago and thus it didn't have the flowers. It was those flowers that filled that particular hotel on that particular day with the worst flu like symptoms anyone could imagine and too late when the first symptoms appeared. The good news was that no one, now sealed within that hotel for the next six days, would die from the toxin. The bad news was that the quarantine had left one particular town without any girls past the age of three and the company So Sew Adorable without any models. That was the crisis that brought the town together that evening and among those willing to help was Brandon's mother. Ms. Somerset, owner of So Sew Adorable said she could get away with a minimum of twelve boys if eight of those boys could model two dresses each, and with that said volunteers began coming forward immediately, although it wasn't the boys volunteering, just the mothers. It was beginning to appear that every mother wanted their son involved and not a single merchant held back. There was Ms. Carlson, owner of Little Miss Priss, who would provide for the boy's lingerie since only a couple of the dresses to be modeled actually had slips attached and only three had matching panties. Then Ms. Adelle, stepped up. Ms. Adelle, the owner of Tippy Toes, happily offered to provide the shoes and lacy socks. After Adelle there was Rose, of Rose's Hair and Nails who had already planned on doing the girls anyway, then Carla, of Carla's Beauty Boutique. She too had also planned on doing the girl's make overs and, for her, doing boys made little difference. It was left to Lynn, of Lynn's Pharmacy and she also said yes immediately. Lynn's Pharmacy, Lynn noted with conviction, was more than willing to help with the boy's cosmetics, jewelry and those few diapers and baby pants that were needed. As for someone to choreograph the event that was left up to Ms. Tracy Carter and like the rest, she was definitely in. The boys when they were lined up along the center line in the gym had no idea why, nor was anyone saying, as the coach moved them around till they were lined up by height. The women now involved had left the decision up to Ms. Somerset to pick as she eyed each of the boys critically. She was eyeing each by their potential as possible girls and then by how old each might appear as girls. It didn't matter how old they might be as long as they could look a certain age. All of the boys held signs quickly numbered when they had been lined up. Those cards started with the number one and went to forty two. After nearly twenty minutes there were the twelve finalists. Brandon was number one with the number one card standing next to Jacob, age eight, holding number two. Even as young as Jacob was Brandon was still one of the smallest. Brandon was sixteen but a critical growth hormone was missing when he was born and while the replacement hormones would eventually bring him almost up to normal, he wasn't there yet. Ms. Somerset met with the twelve mothers as the boys waited outside trying to figure out what was going on. Number one and two would be Ms. Somerset pre-schoolers she said as Brandon's mother Carol moved to stand together with Donna, Jacob's mother. Their cards Ms. Somerset handed both mothers read pre-schooler. Chad, Rick, Lance and Bobby would be Ms. Somerset's grammar schoolers as those four mothers joined together, leaving Stan, Jack and Mark for the pre-teen category. The last three: Carl, Pat and Brad would be the teens. It would be up to the mothers to introduce the boys to the crisis at hand as well as the solution. With that said they spent the next hour going over the schedule. It was Sunday afternoon. On Monday morning all of the virtual shopping would have to be done. By Monday afternoon, after the boys were put into their basic lingerie and robes, they would get their wigs and make overs. They would all meet again after that in their assigned dresses here at the gymnasium for a preliminary review. Ms. Somerset would meet everyone at the beauty boutique during their make-overs with the boy's dresses. Ms. Tracy Carter would begin working on the choreography that evening and from there it would be practice, practice, practice. That would give them Tuesday through Friday to add the final touches for Saturday. With that said they began to leave with the exception of Carol, Brandon's mother and Donna, the mother of Jacob. Those two boys, Ms. Somerset noted, would have the most difficult time since they would be representing her pre-schooler line. The smallest of those two, Brandon, even tougher because of the diapers. While both boys would be wearing ruffled panties, only Brandon's ruffled panties were actually designed for diapers, Ms. Somerset noted. Carol understood, as did Donna, and with that said, they too left. All of the boys, with the exception of Brandon and Jacob, were gone when Carol and Donna came outside. Brandon still had no idea what was going on as he and his mother walked to their car. "What! You've got to be kidding," Brandon said as he stood up from the kitchen table. Brandon's mother had been so mysterious driving home although they stopped at Lynn's Pharmacy first. She wouldn't even tell Brandon why he had to wait in the car or what was in the packages when she returned and that too mystified him. Till now. There wasn't a girl between the ages of three and sixteen in town and on Saturday, after months of exhausting negotiations, Japan's largest dress manufacture would be in town. That firm, coming in on its own jet, would be there just for one day. One day to preview and, hopefully finish those negotiations and if successful would guarantee that towns business for the next five years. Brandon knew about the girls and what had happened and there had been rumors about that firm coming in but none of the boys had connected the two when they had been asked to assemble at the gymnasium. Brandon could also understand, on an intellectual level at least, what his mother was trying to do for Ms. Somerset, but his part in it left him stuttering when his mother told him about his part in it. It was nearly ten o'clock before Brandon had calmed enough to at least consider what his mother had told him and more importantly what she had asked of him. Carol really had no choice since they lived comfortably on what she made at So Sew Adorable. If So Sew Adorable closed, which was a real possibility if that deal with Japan didn't happen, there was nothing else for her or for anyone else for that matter. However, Carol noted, if Brandon refused, she would honor and accept his decision. Brandon was in agony when he went to bed. Dressing as a girl, with eleven other boys, was bad but not nearly as bad with eleven other boys. Dressing as a little girl a little worse, but dressing as nearly a toddler and in a diaper no less was almost unbelievable and he cursed his small size again. And there, on the bed in their spare bedroom, as if he didn't need another reminder, was his mother's Patti Play Pal doll sitting happily unaware of Brandon's fate. Brandon was now two inches taller than Patti. Last year he was nearly the same size. They had been using Patti as a measurement since he'd started the growth hormone treatments. What had made it so funny was that last year he could wear any one of the dozen dresses his mother kept for the doll she'd grown up with. What made it so unnerving was that he had. Patti was in fact wearing the very dress Brandon had worn for Halloween. It was kind of an inside joke because his mother wanted pictures of him as a kind of before and someday after when the growth hormones took hold fully. What had made it even funnier, and more poignant now, was how much attention he'd gotten that night he walked into the gym looking every bit the three year old he'd dressed as. There was teasing, there was always a little teasing but for the most part, Brandon's size was ignored. Not so when Julie, his neighbor and best friend had seen him and ever since she'd called him her little Play Pal in honor of the doll. That same kind of thing went on for the better part of that Halloween night by most of the girls attending. A double edge sword because he both loved it and hated it. His mother, he noted with a little regret, had loved it. He tried going to sleep but the images of those things his mother sat on the table haunted him. In those bags his mother brought out of Lynn's Pharmacy, were diapers, plastic pants, baby powder, Lov's Baby Soft perfume and dusting powder and baby soap. He was the only boy that when he went to get fitted for his "basic" lingerie, would be wearing part of it. That was the reason his mother had brought those things home because the last thing she thought Brandon would want was to be the only boy being diapered tomorrow. Of that he was certain, he mused trying desperately to come up with a good reason not to do this. He knew he would do it if only for his mother's sake, but he wanted to hold out for as long as he could. "Brandon, honey, are you awake?" Carol asked from the other side of his door. She never entered his room without permission and, on occation, he was thankful for that. This time more than most because he'd had that dream again. Julie had gone with Brandon to that Halloween Party after he'd gone over to her house to wait while she dressed. He was already wearing the Patti Play Pal party dress his mother had helped him into. Julie and he had been having sex for almost a year by that Halloween night, and one of the things that had brought that on, besides Brandon's prowess at pleasing a girl not to mention his stamina, was that he wasn't nearly as tiny as Julie or anyone else imagined. It was, as it happens, one of the reasons he wasn't teased as badly as he might have been when he changed in the gym. Truth was there were few boys that "stood" as tall as Brandon when Brandon stood tall, and Brandon often would point that out to any boy that made fun of his height. There were few boys willing to make that comparison which kept them from making any others. Which brought him back to Julie and that Halloween night when she asked if he was wearing Patti Play Pal panties. He wasn't wearing Patti's panties, he said, and he proved that quickly by lifting his petticoats and dress. Unfortunately by doing so it gave Julie an opportunity to take hold of Brandon and their playful tussle led them from one thing to another. Only Julie stopped, promising later - perhaps, and while that was an admirable skill for a girl it was almost impossible for a guy leaving Brandon willing to beg. It was then, with a lot of laughter in between her demands, softening the agony Brandon felt, that Julie suggested he wears panties. Her panties, in fact, which Brandon happily agreed to wear, but would be next to impossible given her size. There was more laughter when Julie reappeared a few minutes later with a pair of pink nylon panties decorated with Barbie and little hearts. They were her panties, she said, but she was five then. No one thankfully knew that part when Brandon walked into the gymnasium with Julie, his Fairy Princess and her magic wand, and he had only agreed because of later. The fact that Julie used every opportunity to covertly remind Brandon of what he was wearing, caused them to leave early. Those little pink Barbie panties ended up resting on top of Julie's white nylon pair, also on the floor, a couple of hours before Brandon skipped home. Brandon returned Julie's nearly new black patent Mary Jane shoes that following day. He had asked and been answered that yes, Julie had found those panties when she had searched for those shoes. There were other things Julie wore when she was five that she would love to have Brandon "see" if he had the time which got a no and a quick exit. The dream that had brought Brandon awake and thankful for the privacy, was about Julie. Julie and him and those diapers he'd seen on the kitchen table. What was it about a dream so powerful that it could alter reality, Brandon mused as he smiled. It wasn't his mother diapering him in the dream. "Yes mom, I'm awake," Brandon said with a flushed face. He cataloged another advantage to masturbating before he had to wear those things, he realized suddenly as his mother opened his bedroom door. Last thing he wanted was to appear, even in the slightest, sexually aroused over even the notion of a diaper, let alone his mother diapering him. "Had a chance to think over what we talked about?" Carol asked coming in and sitting on the edge of Brandon's bed. "I have thought about it, and you're right," Brandon said and added, "I mean if I can wear Patti's dress and slip I can sure as hell wear one of Ms. Somerset's. But damn mom, why me and why diapers?" "Luck of the draw honey, and thank you," Carol said bending to kiss him as she added, "Come on we've got to meet everyone at Tippy Toes first thing, and I think it might be best if you wear those overalls you've still got." "I'll go jump in the shower," Brandon said. "Bath today and it's already drawn," Carol noted as she moved to the door and added, "And no more cuss words." "Yes ma'am," Brandon said as he tossed the covers back and asked, "Why a bath?" "For the bubbles," Carol said walking down the hall. "Bubbles," Brandon said to himself curiously as he reached the hall bath, but as he did so he understood and added, "Shit!" "No more cussing," Carol yelled from the living room. "Mom, tell me you didn't use the stuff that's on the sink," Brandon yelled. "OK. I didn't use the stuff that's on the sink," Carol yelled back. She smiled. She had used the stuff on the sink but Brandon already knew that. Actually she used nearly twice the amount that Johnson and Johnson recommended for their liquid Baby Bubble Bath as she added, "And use the baby shampoo for your hair." It had taken him years to bring his mom out of the notion that he wasn't a baby any longer. Years he mused, and one stupid diaper was wiping it all away. He closed his eyes though and wondered in another train of thought that it would be, perhaps, OK for Julie to have that notion. Especially during bath time, he decided as he shut the door. "Hi Ms. Marks, it's Julie. I just heard what happened and was wondering if I could talk with Brandon," Julie said. "Julie? Why aren't you down South with all the other girls?" Carol asked surprised. "I was with my grandmother, just got back. When she took ill I decided to stay with her. Glad I did now," Julie said and added, "And I'm going to be one of the young ladies for this pageant thing." "Oh how wonderful. That really is and I'm sure that Ms. Somerset is thrilled. Listen Julie, it's about Brandon... The thing is Julie he's also going to be doing this as well," Carol said in a lowered voice realizing she didn't want to undo any of the things she was about to do. "He is? Oh wow, that's really cool. How old? I mean Ms. Somerset told me that she'd picked twelve boys by how old they would appear, but I didn't know one of them would be Brandon. That's really great," Julie said. "That's the thing Julie. I'm not sure he's going to be too thrilled to know you're here or that you're participating," Carol said and added, "The other thing is he's going to be one of the younger ones. One of the very young ones if you know what I mean." "You're kidding," Julie said in her own conspiratorial voice as she asked, "How young?" "Julie, let's just say for the sake of argument, for now at least, he's going to be very young," Carol said and added, "It might be better if he doesn't know about you till he's fully committed to this." "One of the pre-schoolers," Julie said immediately catching on and then another thought struck her. She'd been on the phone with Ms. Somerset for half an hour and had learned about the boys after confirming what she'd heard about the girls. It was in that conversation that she'd learned one of the boys would not only be dressing as a girl but he'd be wearing diapers as well. "I'm afraid so," Carol said and added, "The only one that's going to be wearing a diaper I should add, and he's taking it pretty hard right now." "So when would be a good time to break the news that I'm going to be in this with him?" Julie asked. "It's got to be today, obviously, but if you can, it might be better if you wait till the boys meet later this afternoon to start working with Tracy at the schools theater. At least by then they will all be dressed and far enough along that even Brandon might stick with it," Carol said. "I can do that. The thing is, I was pretty much on my own anyway since I can do my own hair and nails for the dress rehearsals," Julie noted, paused and added, "So seriously, are we talking about diapers?" "Yes, but please, please, please don't bring that up at all. It's for his sake and for So Sew Adorable," Carol said. "Not a word," Julie said falling back on the sofa after hanging up the phone. Diapers, plastic pants and a little dress, Julie mused as she searched for the pictures from last Halloween and that one in particular that one of Brandon in panties she once wore for Kindergarten. Of course Julie's mother had not kept her panties from those days, but Brandon wouldn't know that. Actually those Barbie panties were new from a three pack purchased from the Little Miss Priss Boutique right after Julie had found out Brandon would be wearing a dress that fit his mother's Patti Play Pal. How funny that was because she'd told the sales girl she needed panties that would fit that Patti Play Pal doll. "We're going to have to go pretty soon," Carol said on the other side of the bathroom door. "OK," Brandon said flipping the little silver valve that would empty the tube as he added, "Who was on the phone?" "Wrong number," Carol said moving back to the living room. She was nervous as a cat looking at the cloth rectangle she had folded perfectly. She wasn't sure if she dared but she'd added a soaker besides, reasoning that it might be difficult finding a bathroom that Brandon would be willing to use. Then she had wondered if she should bring extra diapers and perhaps another pair of plastic pants. Doing so would require a diaper bag then deciding yes, but she'd hide the bag. What now, Brandon mused as he dried himself. Smelling like a baby from the bubble bath and shampoo wasn't helping and what was that about, and why had he so willingly stepped into that tub. He hadn't thought about it until he was sitting in the water but he'd done so without a thought, till a few minutes later. "Tell me I'm dreaming," Brandon said walking into the living room to search for his mom. He'd gone to his room, then her's. She was there kneeling on the floor and beside her another towel opened fully and on the towel the diaper. "Thought it might be better to do this here where we had more room," Carol said smiling sympathetically at her son. "Can I ask you why I've got to smell like a baby? It's making this worse by the way," Brandon said looking at the baby oil and powder sitting on the coffee table. Next to the towel were his plastic pants. "For the sake of the dress more than for your sake. At least that's what I was thinking when I got that stuff. Sound kind of silly now I suppose," Carol said. "What am I going to say to those other guys?" Brandon asked. "Honey, everyone agreed, so those other guys are going to be wearing panties. Honestly, I don't think any of them are going to much care what it is you're wearing. I'm betting that by the time you get into the diaper cover it's not going to look all that much different than any of the others," Carol said. "Any chance I can do this myself?" Brandon asked. "Only if you don't mind risking them falling down around your ankles. Come on, let's do this and get it over with. We really don't have that much time," Carol said patting the diaper. "OK, but promise me you won't baby talk while you're pinning me into that," Brandon said. "Promise," Carol said hoping she'd remember. Brandon moved closer and just before he kneeled, he dropped his towel over the sofa. He sat, laid back, spread his legs and squinted his eyes shut. He didn't want to see this, but that was impossible because as soon as his mother began with the baby oil the image came back to him and that was just as bad. Thankfully she was quick and just as quick with the baby powder. He hadn't notice the soaker till his mother tugged the diaper between his legs and how thick it felt when it began forming between his thighs. He was going to say something, but thought better of it since any conversation could possibly delay what she was doing. Thankfully he was covered with the cotton as she fussed with the right side and pinned it closed. She closed the other. "Want to stand for these baby pants?" Carol asked causing Brandon to open his eyes. He was looking down at a very large diaper in that classic softness forming a triangle and that's when he caught sight of the diaper pins. "Pink? You got me pink diaper pins?" Brandon asked. "I wasn't thinking, OK. Honey, this is just as weird for me as it is for you," Carol said holding the baby pants in both hands already gathered. "Trust me mom, it's a lot weirder right now for me than for you. I'm the one in the diaper remember," Brandon said snickering as he added, "Pink! What were you thinking?" "I was thinking of that dress, now come on and stand before I decide to take this a few steps further." Brandon's snicker helped them both as he edge himself up before lifting his foot. The act of doing so eased the diaper on that leg and he could feel the diaper shift slightly. There was no doubt that he was wearing a diaper as he pushed his foot into the new smelling baby pants. He wasn't sure why he wanted to know the sizes but he did. "So, did you have to have these custom made or what?" Brandon asked stepping into the second leg after the first. "Sorry honey, but no. Truth is these are Gerber baby pants and those are Gerber diapers. Lynn gave me a twelve pack of diapers and a three pack of these baby pants and promised me as many as I'd need. Why, would you rather go with the Pampers or Huggies? You can fit into a size six easily enough," Carol said. "Sixteen and I can fit into baby diapers," Brandon said with a touch of sarcasm as he added, "Not to mention a toddler's dress." "Doctor said the first year would be the slowest," Carol said. She was trying to be encouraging. Once his body began accepting the hormone treatments fully, he'd grown an inch or two a year for the next few years and if he wasn't tall enough then they could extend his legs by spacing the bones. He could be as tall as five feet in five or six years. "Wasn't thinking about that mom. Actually, I was thinking out loud on how much more convenient this would be. You know, not having to get up and take the time to put underwear on. You say you got a twelve pack right? So how many diaper changes will that give us?" Brandon said smiling as his mother lifted the baby pants up along his legs. "Don't even think about it," Carol said catching on to the joke as she added, "Besides, I'd leave you wet long enough that you'd be begging me to be changed." "Wow, some mother you are. You know they've got laws about that sort of thing," Brandon said as his mother brought the baby pants over his diaper. She fussed around the waist then his legs before she stood with a grunt. "You really are a good sport about this," Carol said hugging Brandon as she started picking up the towel, baby oil and powder. "In for a penny, in for a pound I guess," Brandon said smiling. He'd changed his attitude for his mother's sake, fearing it might really be as bad for her as it was on him, although he wasn't sure it was all that bad. "Go ahead and finish dressing and I'll get my things," Carol said looking at her watch. Everyone was meeting at Tippy Toes for their shoes and then breakfast at Claire's. Even Claire was getting into the act promising the boys their meals free for the week. They were slowly becoming celebrities, Brandon decided. Brandon's overalls were sized for a kid no older than six or seven and his mother had taken the time to clip away the child applique that had been sewn onto it. How appropriate that applique would be now, he mused as he snapped the straps over the brass buttons. He wore a tee-shirt, socks and his tennis shoes, size three. "Does my bottom look big to you?" Brandon asked coming out of his room. "Not a bit," Carol said turning away quickly to hide the smile forming when he came in. She was hoping the other kids wouldn't notice, but she was sure some of the mothers might and yes, his bottom did look big and very adorable she mused. Everyone was there and it was a mixture of somber and festive mods that caught Brandon when he and his mother walked into Tippy Toes. The boys were somber but the mom's festive as the boys lined up according to their new pretend ages. Jacob and his mother joined with Brandon and his, and they were the first to get the black patent Mary Jane shoes. Brandon's shoes fit perfectly first time, Jacob went through two other sizes before he had a pair that fit. No one asked nor gave Brandon any kind of look that suggested they might know what he was wearing, but the short mirror angled slightly upward to view shoes made it obvious, at least to Brandon, that he was diapered. He was also sure you could hear the plastic panties. Brandon's mom put his girl shoes into a plastic bag and two pair of ruffled socks. One pair ruffled in lace, another in a flowing petticoat-ish kind of chiffon. Both pairs were pure white, as were all of the boys' socks in the end. The older boys, by size at least, would be wearing black or white patent flats or tee-straps in patent black, selected by Ms. Somerset. It was nine o'clock when they all entered Claire's to have breakfast. They were going to be seated at the back where the tables could be brought together, but when they entered, everyone already there began clapping. There was a growing consensus, Claire said, that the boys were quickly becoming the towns newest heroes considering what they are doing for them. That reception was definitely taking the sting out of what the boys were doing and breakfast felt far more festive than the atmosphere in the shoe store. One of the moms noted the time and everyone hurried to finish. Ms. Somerset had already gone ahead of them. "Lingerie next," Brandon's mom said. "Can I still get panties like the other boys mom? Please mom, can I?" Brandon asked walking alongside of her towards Ms. Carlson and her Little Miss Priss Boutique. His statement caught him mom by surprise and she slowed. "What?" Carol asked looking at Brandon in surprise. "Whoa mom, relax, I was kidding," Brandon said laughing. "Darn, and I was hoping you were serious," Carol said and added, "It would be nice having a little girl to dress up for a change." "Mom," Brandon said and added, "That's not funny." Both laughed as the converged on the Little Miss Priss Boutique. With no girls in town they nearly had the run of the place and for a time there was an undercurrent of chaos as Ms. Somerset stood selecting slips for the various boys before Ms. Carlson found the ones by size. None of the boys took the slips giving that task up for their mothers but each one by one were walked off towards the change rooms. Brandon and Jacob's slips were hardly suitable for anyone past the age of five. Chad, Rick, Lance and Bobby, as the grammar school girls, were going to be wearing petticoats as the fluffy white chiffon and crinolines were separated and distributed to each mother so they could try them on the boys. Stan, Jack and Mark as the pre-teen girls, were going to be wearing full slips although Stan's was more like the one Brandon's mother was holding but slightly longer and less full. Carl, Pat and Brad, as the teen girls, were given full slips that were straighter. They looked more like the slips Brandon's mother sometimes wore. "Not much different than the slip you wore for Halloween," Carol said helping Brandon as he slid his arms between the straps. "You're kidding right? This one is like two of that one I wore that night," Brandon said. "OK, but the style is similar," Carol said letting the slip fall loosely over Brandon's chest. The slip's waist fell short of Brandon's and the petticoats were much stiffer than the Patti Play Pal version. Fuller as well and there was more lace along the edges of the bodice and straps. The boys that would be dressing as older girls had straps that adjusted. There was also some laughter as the boys from pre-teen to teen started getting their bras. Most of the laughter from the boys dressing as teen girls because there were foam inserts that looked like molded breast to put into their bras. One of the boys yelled, before his mother lightly cuffed him, that he could date himself and cop a feel anytime he wanted, and another round of laughter flooded the boutique. Things were decidedly getting lighter as the boys started easing into what had to be the oddest day of their lives. Ironically Brandon wasn't nearly as upset as he imagined he would be and gave little thought to the fact he was wearing diapers and plastic pants when his mother helped him out of his overalls for his slip. Brandon was admiring his slip as his mother fussed with it, when a woman's voice, from the next changing room, told someone to stop complaining because it wasn't the first time. That same voice went lower still as it added that at least now he, whoever he was, could leave his sister's lingerie alone. Brandon wanted desperately to see who that was, but he didn't dare chance it given that his diaper and baby pants showed. "It's not long enough," Brandon said looking at the mirror. The change room was four walls of mirror with narrow ones on either side of the curtain. He could easily see his rounded bottom showing a good few inches below the petticoats. Carol hesitated for a second before she said, "Actually honey it is, which is why your dress will come with that ruffled diaper cover." "You're kidding! Tell me you're kidding. If the dress is this short, everyone and their mother is going to know I'm wearing diapers," Brandon whispered. "They are going to sooner or later honey," Brandon's mother said tugging on the back of the petticoat. She already knew that and fought the smile that was trying to break through. "I'm not getting paid enough for this," Brandon said allowing his mother to give that smile she was fighting and got a hug for it before he added in a prissy girlish voice, "Mother, please, you're crushing my slips." "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're having fun with this," Carol said looking affectionately at her son. "If you promise not to tell, I'll admit it's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. But no, I am not having fun with this and officially, I hate it," Brandon said and added, "And this damn slip is way too short." "Don't swear," Carol said as she began lifting the slip over Brandon's head. "Everyone can I have your attention, I'm going to need to see you in those slips, so please, if you're already wearing them, I'll need you to come out so I can get the measurements," Ms. Somerset said from somewhere past the drapes that closed Brandon's change room. There was a brief knock on Brandon's change room wall as Ms. Somerset's voice whispered, "Carol, here, have Brandon wear these. I don't need to measure his slip, and this way none of the boys will see what he's wearing." Carol moved to the drapes as a hand pushed in with another slip that was obviously longer. That didn't bother him as much as the ruffled panties that came with it. "Thank you," Carol whispered back bringing the slip and panties over to the bench. She was gathering the panties and trying desperately to keep a straight face as she did so. "You're enjoying this way too much," Brandon said putting a foot into the frilly laced legs. There were ruffles across the bottom, lace around the legs and a tiny white satin bow that marked the backside as he added, "And I hope that slip covers these or I'm not going out there." Carol snickered through her nose before letting the rest of it out of her mouth. "Sorry about that and no, I'm not enjoying this even a little. Oh these are so precious." The second slip was only slightly longer than the one he had on, but it did stop at the edge of his panties and didn't ride up all that much. Brandon could see the last ruffle though and cringed slightly that if he could see it, so could the others. "Trust me honey, everyone else is going to be just as self conscious as you are," Carol said fussing with the slip before she stood. Carol held the curtain open for Brandon and for a second he hesitated. When he exited there were already four boys in their slips and three more coming out of the change rooms with him. His mother was right because no one made eye contact. Ms. Somerset smiled at Brandon and whispered a, "Thank you," before she opened her note book. She had a measuring tape that she handed to Ms. Carlson who began taking measurements of the boys. "Which one next Eddie?" Ms. Carlson asked. "Brad first. I don't like the way the slips cups cover the bra. Check his chest size again and maybe we should try a size smaller," Ms. Somerset said. Brad's face went crimson as Ms. Carlson ran the tape around his chest where the bra was pushing the slip out. "Did everyone get their panties?" Ms. Somerset asked. None of the boys answered but all of the mothers did as she added, "And are the sizes OK?" "My son says his are a little too snug," a woman said. It was Carl's mom and Carl was now as bright red as Brad was. "Mom," Brad whispered in anger. Brad was wearing just a bra, camisole and a large fluffy petticoat that obviously hid the panties he was wearing. His arms were folded under the small size "B" cups that were filled by the breast forms. It was a pretty bra, laced delicately Brandon noted and not too unlike a couple that Julie wore. "What? You said they were too snug," Carl's mother said snapping back. "Did you get that Ms. Carlson?" Ms. Somerset asked. "I did Eddie and I'll get him a package one size larger. As for Brad's slip, it's a twelve so we might try and ten. I don't think it's his bra or the inserts," Ms. Carlson said leaving Brad to step over the panties. There was a moment of silence as Brandon watched her take up a package of panties and carry those to Carl's mom. The fine tuning of the boy's lingerie went on for another fifteen minutes before Ms. Somerset glanced at her watch and said, "OK everyone, we're going to need to move this over to Rose's for our Hair and Nails and then on to Carla's Beauty Boutique." "I thank that's everyone then," Ms. Carlson said. "Great! We're only running about ten minutes behind schedule, so that's not bad and boys, thank you again, for being so tolerant. Moms, if you'll give Ms. Carlson the boys' slips she will tag them. I'd like the boys wearing bras to keep wearing them so we can make sure they are not too tight. If that is the case, I'll need to know that right away so we can get you a size larger." Everyone was making their way back to the change rooms. There were six and the first six, to the disappointment of the other six, filed in quickly. It was Carl who had been pilfering his sister's lingerie Brandon noted when Carl went into the same change room that was the source of the voice. Carl had dressed as a girl Halloween and Brandon wondered now if he too had been wearing panties that night. "Honey, raise your arms for me," Carol said as she started lifting Brandon's slips up. With his slip off he started to take the ruffled panties down but his mother added, "Please, don't. I mean why don't you just leave those on. They are the ones that go with the dress anyway." "You want me to wear these outside?" Brandon said with a look of slight disbelief on his face. "Can't you humor me a little? Please? Come on, I'm never going to get this chance again," Carol said. "Fine, but you're going to foot the entire bill for my therapy when it begins, and trust me, it's going to take years and years to get me past this week," Brandon said with a slight smile on his face. "Gladly," Carol said helping Brandon into his tee shirt. Whatever was happening to him was happening quickly he mused, because he was almost relieved when his mother asked him to wear the panties out. He was almost willing to wear the slip out - almost. They walked out in a group and there was a sense of safety in numbers as they all waited at the one light in town to change. A car load of seniors went by honking and hollowing but for the most part they were getting encouraging remarks and claps from those outside. It was Jeb, the owner of Jeb's Farm and Feed that yelled with a smile, "Here comes the Pretty Dozen." Brandon got it. When his father was alive he liked watching the old war movies and clearly Jeb was referring to the World War II movie the Dirty Dozen. Jeb gave Brandon a thumbs up when Brandon gave his. It was appropriate Brandon thought as his overalls slid over the panties he wore. Another layer was not going to help his already too puffy bottom he mused just before he stepped out of the change room. There were six stations and six women already waiting as the boys filed into Rose's Hair and Nails. Brandon was going to get his nails done by Rose herself and sat at her station as Ms. Somerset usured the first six boys into the salon chairs. Brandon's mother began removing Brandon's shoes and socks right after he sat and before he could ask why his toes were soaking in a contoured tub of heated water. "Promised Ms. Somerset a head to toe for you boys," Rose said as she started working on Brandon's left hand. She was wiping it clean with something that smelled a lot like his model paints before she dipped his fingers into a little dish. She moved the rolling stool she sat on to his right and did the same there before rolling back to his left. Ms. Somerset was organizing bottles of nail polish on the counter looking at her notes as she did so and after a few minutes sat two bottles down next to Rose. "Bubble gum pink and glitter for Brandon," she said before moving back to the counter. She did that to the other five before she began selecting colors for the next six. Brandon, curious enough to ask what Rose was doing, got a sort of blow by blow account of each step and why they were being taken. She was filing Brandon's nails and doing so in one direction she said so his nails didn't fray. She used a small motor driven drum file, a nail file and a couple of others she didn't identify. After that she treated him to a nail oil to soften and smooth his cuticles she said. She rubbed each nail with the oil, then dipped them into a rinse before more oil. Brandon's cuticle, he discovered, was that small bit of slightly light pink skin that rimmed his nail. She was pushing that back under the ridge of each finger. She had Brandon slip his hand under a warm dryer for a few minutes before she started up again. She did his right hand while his left dried. Brandon also found out, without asking, that adorning nails with color went back seven thousand years to the Egyptians. When Brandon's nails had been prepped, and he thought ready for the polish, she surprised him when she started setting small rounded tips on her tray. Extensions, he discovered, and those were going to be applied with a technique called silk wraps. Silk wraps were literally small pieces of silk that held those tips in place. He had girlish finger tips with soft rounded tips when she moved to his toes and began filing those nails. He was getting a pedicure as well as a manicure his mother noted with a touch of jealousy. Brandon's toes were turned a dainty pink in just a few seconds before Rose returned to his fingers. Rose started with a base filler to fill in the slight imperfections and each hand was dried again. Rose with the expertise of an artist started at top of Brandon's nail down to the tip in a single stroke of pink. She did all five finger tips and his hand instantly became a girl's hand with the last stroke of her brush. She had him dry each then added another coat that shined brilliantly. That too was dried before she added the glitter. When the glitter coat was dry she covered that coat with an overcoat of gloss. That last coat had to air dry and Brandon blushed slightly when she showed him how to hold his hands. A girl's pose he noted before he left the seat he'd occupied. The other five within a few minutes of each other joined Brandon and they too, thankfully, stood as prissy as he did. An hour had lapsed before all of the boys got hugs and congratulations as they assembled. A few of the boys, braver now, compared colors. Brandon and Jacob were the only two that had glitter, although Chad and Rick also were wearing pink. Lance and Bobby, the other two pre-teen boys, were wearing a light lavender. Brandon was guessing that the polish colors might be matched to their dresses, although he wasn't sure of that, because he was wearing pure white ruffled panties. They were definitely more animated as they walked the half block to Carla's Beauty Boutique. There was a crowd forming by this time and a few had joined them on their walk to Carol's. Women mostly, but a few with cameras and that unnerved a couple of the boys. Some of the boys were curling their hands to hide the polish while Brandon continued walking with his hands splayed and bent slightly at the wrist. Another girlish pose his mother suggested to protect his nails longer. It made Brandon feel absolutely prissy as he walked, and by bending his hands at the wrist it stiffened his arms so it exaggerated his girlish gait. There was that and the silky touch of his panties pushing against the inside of his thighs. Not to mention that odd swing to his bottom that he was sure was worse than his mother said it was. "How can they not know I'm wearing a diaper," Brandon whispered as he caught his image in the antique shops window as they passed. His mother reassured him that the boys following had their own worries. Except Brandon wasn't nearly as worried as his mother imagined as concentrated on the feel of what he wore under his overalls. Carla's Beauty Boutique was ready for them as they entered single file. Again Brandon went first. They could accommodate two at a time for the facial but they had organized it like an assembly line and again, Ms. Somerset was there, this time arranging makeup in clear plastic Hello Kitty makeup bags. The girlish icon made Brandon smile as he was fitted with a light pink cape that was decorated with girlish bears dressed as ballerinas. It was clearly a kid's cape and definitely for a girl and how odd that it didn't bother him. It should have and even more so when the ones that would be dressed older ended up wearing just plain pink capes. In any event he was first and went into the room alone to be started. Brandon's face was steamed first from a mixture he was told that contained chamomile, lavender essential oils all meant to relax the face. The steam, he was told, would open the pores and soften the skin for the next step. That next step was an exfoliation that began with comforting slow gentle circles by the woman treating him before she carefully rinsed his face. She ended that with a mask that began stiffening almost immediately. With the mask on and setting he was led to a comfortable chair and given a copy of Teen Magazine. The boys began filing in one at a time, every few minutes and there were four when Brandon was led out of the room. In another chair and under the guidance of a woman slightly older his mask as removed before she applied a moisturizer and eye cream. It was another soothing ten minutes before he was gently guided to another chair. When he sat he saw his name on one of the Hello Kitty Make up bags and again smiled. Brandon wasn't an expert in makeup but he often sat with his mom when she did hers so he more or less knew what each of the items were for and the first was clearly his foundation. After that there was a touch of concealer under his eyes, eye shadow in a very light pink, eye liner, and an eye brow pencil. The woman doing his makeup used an eyelash curler and curl his lashes for a few seconds before she did several strokes to his lashes with a mascara brush. With that done she brushed his cheeks lightly with blush. It was everything his mother did and suddenly thrilling. For the second time, if he counted Halloween, his curiosity was satisfied and equally as shocking. Each item as it went on added another layer of femininity to his face. Like slightly changed translucent foils from an animator there were just noticeable changes. Changes that would link together to form a smooth flowing transformation. He was fascinated as the translucent powder sealed his makeup and his fate. He was fascinated with everything, but nothing compared to the lipstick. Lipstick, Brandon mused, had the oddest most secretive taste, and he'd wanted desperately to ask some of his friends, right after Halloween, if they had ever tasted that waxy substance coming off of their own lips. Of course he didn't dare but there it was again, that taste, as he kissed a tissue. He was going to be a very little girl, so most all of what the woman did to his face didn't really show, but clearly there was a girl looking back at him when he had the chance to see his face. She was really cute and he blushed at that notion and more when he connected her to him. While he was admiring his new look he didn't notice the wig till it filled his eyes just before it went over his head. Brandon was looking at a very real looking little girl right down to her large pink bows tied neatly at the end of two pigtails. He was a light haired blond that could easily melt a daddy's heart and wondered if his dad would have thought that. No, he decided, although the thought amused him a little. He really was cute and then he stopped thinking that to blush when he noticed the woman noticing him. She had stuffed all of his makeup items into his Hello Kitty makeup bag and handed him a hand written note before he was hugged. On the note written in a dark pink on light pink paper it read: "You may never see her again, but you will never forget her, and always remember how close she really is. Love Carla." He was embarrassed still as he pondered Carla's note when he was brought back to the waiting room, and his blush went nova at the look on his mother's face. All of the boys had entered and in their own transformation leaving the waiting room empty. Brandon was the first to exit and there was Carla, Ms. Somerset and his mother beaming. Ms. Somerset opened a box, smiling, and a second later Brandon was looking at a very delicate bracelet in gold with the name Brenda engraved in script. It was his name Ms. Somerset said, to be used when he was profiled on the program she would hand out and introduced to the audience and with that Brandon became more nervous. He imagined he was walking down a brightly lit path, but he couldn't see what was ahead of him making every step frightening and exciting at the same time. Some of it his mother's look. "I'm seeing it but I'm not believing it," his mother said touching the gold bracelet Brandon now wore as she added, "Hello Brenda, and how delighted I am to meet you." "Mom," Brandon said trying to sound serious but he couldn't as his cheeks grew warmer as he added, "Is it that bad?" "Honey, it's the most wondrous thing I've had the pleasure of witnessing and if I had my way... Well, never mind that but honestly, you're almost perfect," Carol said. "Almost? What's wrong?" Brandon said wondering what was making her say that and feeling awkward that it bothered him. "Nothing is wrong honey, it's just that you're not in your little dress yet," Carol said taking both of Brandon's hands in her's and added, "But mommy and auntie Eddie are going to fix that precious." "Mom, stop," Brando said with a wide grin on his face. "If the other boys come out looking like that, I may never go back to using girls to model my dresses," Ms. Somerset said moving closer to Brandon before she bent and kissed him as she added, "And don't let your mother tease you honey, because you could win a pageant in just those overalls if you wanted." "Not sure I'd want to try," Brandon said, but it gave him goose bumps as the notion settled in. "Can I do boys or can I do boys," Carla said sweeping her arms out as if presenting Brandon. "It really is amazing," Carol said as Jacob came out. His mother was with him and Ms. Somerset did the same with his bracelet. Brandon knew with no doubt that Jacob was a boy but it was impossible to wrap his thoughts around it. He was adorable. The waiting room was filling rapidly and silently as each boy seemed to go through the same thing Brandon did. Clearly each mother was just as amazed as his was. Everyone was nervously milling till the last boy came out. After a quick confirming count by Ms. Somerset cleared her throat. "OK, from here we are going to head over the school's theater, but it's nearly noon and I'm guessing you are all getting hungry. So am I, so why don't we take care of lunch right after one more visit which brings me to another slight change in our schedule. Some of you have expressed an interest in pictures and we were going to need them anyway," Ms. Somerset said and paused. "Pictures," Brandon said but quietly enough not to be overheard. At first the notion of images of him as a girl was bothersome, but that note came back. He may never see her again and how sad that would be if he couldn't at least remember her on occation. Another uncomfortable moment with a touch of pleasant as the notion of her made him smile. "Anyway, thanks to Mark Stevens, owner of Star Bright Photos, he's providing us free of charge a series of glamour shots that will include three different 8x10 poses and a head shot," Ms. Somerset said before pausing. The pause was to allow those feeling they were having to settle it. "So, what I'd like to do first is get you boys into your outfits, have those photos taken then proceed on to lunch. From there we can converge at the school. Obviously we won't be using the outfits you'll be presenting to our guest on Saturday, but they are from last year and close enough. Any questions?" Ms. Somerset asked. No one spoke. Some smiled but wiped it from their faces when they realized they were smiling. Brandon was one of them and his mom noticed. "Don't go there," Brandon said as that look of amazement came back. "At least I'll have pictures," Carol said. "There is that," Brandon added. Every room in the beauty boutique had a boy in it after Ms. Somerset began sorting out the outfits she had gathered. Same dresses as the boys would wear, but last year's designs. Brandon and his mom were in one of the rooms used to wax as Brandon sat on the raised exam table for his socks and shoes. "This is it," Brandon's mom said closing the strap on his second brand new black patent Mary Jane. She was using the lacy ruffled socks and between those ruffles and the lace around his legs was a set of boy's legs. A very feminine view even without seeing his face and then the slip that took slightly longer to get over his hair. His mother fussed with the slip twisting and turning it before fluffing the petticoats and he stood. The slip sat over his chest sliding lightly while the gathered chiffon touched his legs front to back. It was a sense of depth, an odd sense that he was a girl suddenly with a boy trapped inside instead of a boy with a girl at the center. The thought came to him without fostering it and unnerving to imagine but he hung on to it as his mother worked on the tiny buttons at the back of his dress. That dress, Brandon noted. Sugar and spice and everything nice came to him, although even that wasn't enough to define that dress. Exquisite was a word that came to him, then girlish as he took in the design, layers and trims. A soft bubble gum pink that matched his ribbons and fingernails. A short bodice dress with a skirt that flared over another two layers of petticoats. Self slips his mother said as she slipped her arms between the layers to ease it over his head. The bodice was short, smocked in light pintucks that were highlighted with narrow bands of satin ribbon. Over that bodice a layer of chiffon like a soft layer of shimmering haze that softened the brightness of the satin under it. The sleeves were shaped pillows ending in the same satin that the dress was made of. Those satin edges would gather the chiffon around the arms once they were covered and the lace would edge those arms and below, around the hem more of that same lace. A belt at the center made of folded chiffon turned out not to be a belt but a sash his mother said. A blush came when she also said that the sash was for a bow. Brandon raised his arms as his mother carefully eased the dress over his arms and head down to his slips. With all of the buttons opened the dress opened fully at the back but began gathering when he stood and his mother started closing them. It was going to be impossible to lower his hands without settling into the soft shimmering layers forming around him. His shoes disappeared but he could tell that the bell of the dress rested no further than the last ruffle of his panties. When his mother fussed with the skirts and slips he could feel it, but deep inside it was more than tactile. He was sure he felt the same way as a girl might, because girls had the same senses although his senses had been trained differently. Satin must feel the same to both sexes, but deeply it must be defined differently or would it. If a boy liked satin, say the same way as a girl liked satin would they sense it the same? He wasn't sure but he was sure he liked satin as his fingers touched the uppermost layer. "What are you thinking?" Carol asked softly. "That I don't dare tell you what I'm thinking," Brandon said smiling. His mother didn't see the smile because she was the back closing his dress. "Then we're thinking the same thing I'll bet," Carol said as she reached Brandon's neck and his laced edged Petter Pan collar. "Not sure about that. OK, I'll tell you what I'm thinking if you tell me what you are thinking," Brandon said. "I'm listening," Carol said gathering the long silky sash that she loosely tied first. With it tied but not bowed she centered it sliding the chiffon sash over the layer of the dress and there was a light rustling. "Now don't misunderstand me when I say this, but I can sort of understand why girls might like dressing up," Brandon said and added, "Now your turn." "Well, now don't misunderstand me either but I'm hoping you can also understand why I might like the notion of dressing Brenda up," Carol said. "I think I do," Brandon said as he felt the sash moving over his dress as his mother fussed from behind as he added, "Do the panties show?" "Perfectly," Carol said realizing Brandon might not want to hear that as she added, "I mean just the last ruffle." "Too late to fix that," Brandon said as his mother fashioned a bow at the back. "Is it going to bother you?" Carol asked. "Might have but no, not so much now and don't ask me to explain that," Brandon said standing there facing the door as his mother fused. "Awful quiet all of a sudden," Carol said as she took the bows ends and drew them snug. "I know," Brandon said as he added, "Just wondering if the other guys have changed how they feel about these things. Mom?" "What honey?" Carol asked as she twisted the ends of the sash so they hung together evenly. The bow was huge and adorable and when she stepped back the lace of the dress emphasized the ruffles of her son's panties and she smiled over that thought that they were his panties. "Did you feel differently when you dressed up?" Brandon asked trying to find a way to tell his mom how he was feeling. "Oh yes. Very differently," Carol said and added, "Dressing special always made me feel special. It was like emerging into a different world." "But you were a girl dressing as a girl," Brandon said. "I know, but dressing as an ordinary girl and as a special girl was two completely different things. When your grandmother put me into one of my special occation dresses it was magical. I'll bet dollars to donuts you're feeling the same things I felt," Carol said. "Except boys are not supposed to feel that way," Brandon said. "That's what they say, but you've discovered one of the great lies haven't you," Carol said. "Lies?" Brandon asked. "That's it's not true what they say. You're feeling pretty aren't you," Carol asked. "Yes," Brandon said deciding not to play with his answer. "Thank you," Carol said. "For what?" Brandon asked. "For being honest and for the record, I never bought into those lies about boys," Carol said, paused and added, "I don't think most girls believe it either." "I don't think Julie does," Brandon said remembering Halloween. "Julie? What made you think of her? Although I agree with you," Carol said. "Just remembering Halloween," Brandon said. "Well, I'm guessing she feels the same as I do but then again, there are still those rules. Nice thing is, because of this show you're doing on Saturday we can suspend those rules legitimately," Carol said. "That's right," Brandon said happily. "And you are all set to step out into the world Brenda," Carol said hugging Brandon from behind. Brandon smiled and nodded. There were gasps, a great sense of awe and more than a few sighs with every mother still fusing with their sons as each boy began gathering again. The women of the boutique were there crowding the waiting room. Some standing with that hands on their hips proudly admiring what they had done. Others stood with their hands over their mouths as if amazed at what they'd done. "We should almost make this a ritual," Carla said. "Like a yearly thing," Jacob's mother added. There was a murmuring consensus from the mothers at least, but Brandon was noting the other boys and ignoring all but them. Clearly a couple of them felt the way he did. Yearly wouldn't be often enough, he decided as he moved his arms and fingers hidden within the folds of his dress. "Are we ready for the pictures? Is everyone here?" Ms. Somerset asked, stretching her neck over the crowd as she added, "Moms, let's stay with our sons and form a line from the tallest to the smallest. We've got an audience out there waiting to see what we've done." Brandon waited as the boys milled about the room forming behind Brad, the tallest. His dress, tea length, was layered chiffon in a dark lavender and he wore nylons Brandon decided under his tea strapped shoes. Pat was in a light peach gown that was almost as long as Brad's dress, but had more slips under it and he was wearing white flats with nylons. Carl was in a dress that was two tone white and pink that flared as much as Pat's but was clearly satin, as was Carl's in a pale yellow. Jack and Mark's dresses looked similar but shorter than the boys dressed as teens, but they were suppose to be pre teen girls. Stan too, but his dress wasn't as full as the other two. Bobby was in a sleeveless dress in a white satin that was bell shaped and short. He wore ruffled socks and white strapped shoes ad did Lance when he got in behind Bobby, although his dress was a dark purple. Rick got in behind Lance in a dress slightly shorter in a kind of off white satin that sparkled slightly. Chad followed Rick in a very cute dress that had a pinafore of organdy, that made him look a lot younger than his fifteen years. Brandon watched as Jacob moved in behind Chad and cringed a little at the young boy almost as babyish as he was. His bloomer styled panties clearly visible under a bellowing peach dress made Brandon suddenly worried over his own exposure as Carol took his hand. None of the boys had a hint of the boy Brandon knew. They could all easily pass as girls and somehow that was comforting as Carla moved to the door to stand ready to open it. "This is so wild," Brandon said as the door opened first for Ms. Somerset. "I'm afraid it's going to get a tad bit more wild honey. Half the town is outside," Carol said as the line began to move single file out the door. The clapping began when Ms. Somerset walked out and continued as Brad stepped into the afternoon light. One by one, among clapping, cheering and more than a few whistles, the boys emerged, each of them as dainty as any girl. Brandon's mother was right as Brandon came out last to make the right turn for Mr Stevens, Star Bright Photo studio. The sidewalk had just enough room between the onlookers for Brandon and his mother to walk. The sheriff, mayor, almost all of the city council, and two of the on- call firemen, who were saluting, smiled at Brandon as he passed and he was dying to see what their faces looked like as he passed. His blush was lasting and profound as he felt the petticoats of his dress bouncing slightly. That had to be bad since each bounce would be exposing his panties and what was under them even more. It was like a makeshift parade as the line moved down in single file for the last block. Five hundred feet more Brandon counted before he was inside again. Nearly two hundred people he guessed, maybe more and their last image was of him and those lacy ruffles on a bottom too big to be anything but diapered. "Oh baby," a young boy said as Brandon passed but happily he was cuffed the instant he said it by his mother as the boy yelped. "This is amazing," Brandon said enjoying every step he was taking. It was his tone, not his words, that made his mother smile. She was imagining this very same thing, but on a pleasant Sunday afternoon with her and her daughter Brenda on their way to the towns center for the Summer concert. There had been a dozen scenarios she imagined over the past few hours some of them scaring even her, because Brenda was still in diapers and she liked that. There were also images of nightgowns, cute footed sleepers and a bib hanging on the back of a highchair deco