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Mary Beth's Fantasies: Collection One These are some of my first stories written from 1997 to 2004. Some grew larger and some didn't. Some were more or less ready to post on my site but were never posted. However a few were posted and may ring a bell. All of them involved diapers and/or little girl clothes in some way or another and of course all of them are my fantasies: 1) My Little Blue Bird; 2) If we can make HIM this cute; 3) Don't Forget To Floss; 4) Try To Imagine; 5) Mixing It Up; 6) A Lesson In Empathy; 7) A Changed Man; 8) And... Action; 9) Such A Good Girl; 10) Miss Priss; 11) Straighten that Bow Sailor; 12) Here, I can help!; 13) Shirley Temple Fan. My Little Blue Bird By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford It was a perfect plan. At just under thirty six inches I was at least an inch or two smaller in height than most of the little girls gathering on the pier. A hundred of them at least so one more wasn't going to be noticed. The outfit had come from a store off the Internet. I'd thought about wearing the shorts but the little skirt would be even more convincing and in the blond wig I was as cute as a fifteen year old boy could be standing there in the middle of a nearly two dozen troops of Blue Birds dressed just like me. It had worked or would have if I hadn't caught the flu and on the second day out nearly five hundred miles from shore I staggered into the ships infirmary. At first the doctor simply thought I was one of the girls and was as shocked as one of the den mothers she had called when it was discovered that I wasn't. A call to my mother confirmed all the rest of the story. It wasn't the first time I'd dressed as a child to stow away but it was, as far as my mother knew, the first time I'd dressed as a little girl. It wouldn't be the last the Captain promised my mother as she hung up the ship to shore telephone. Under the international treaty of maritime law the captain of a ship in international waters is the law. In this case Captain Jane explained to me at the side of my bed the prosecutor, judge and jury and I'd been found guilty of stowing away. I was as sick as I could possibly be and simply nodded. What happened next shocked me from head to toe as the captain suggested: "Doctor, I must tend to ships business and secure some clothing for our stowaway here. I'll return in an hour after I've talked with the purser. Meanwhile I want him in some sort of restraints and if you can find them I think it would be appropriate if he was diapered as well. Ms. Evens can help you in that department." Ms. Evens was one of the oldest troop leaders in her part of the US. She had been with them when they were formed. She was the one that made the suggestion after listening to my mom explain what it was that I had done in the past. She had also been a school teacher and that experience when teachers could punish an unruly child was what had gotten the captain's attention not to mention a chuckle from mom. It was a poetic kind of justice and mom said she was looking forward to meeting her little girl when the ship docked. Meanwhile the captain, after leaving my bedside, had called a meeting of Ms. Evens and a dozen other women to explain to them what had happened and to solicited their help. There was a lot of laughter between that request and the hour till that second meeting. The captain herself laughed as the women filed in holding all the necessary clothing a little girl might need for two more weeks at sea. I was already a Blue Bird but that group of women, Ms. Evens and the captain were about to make it official. The End If we can make HIM this cute By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford "The president? You're talking about Ms. Rivers, right? I mean she wants to see me?" I asked of the woman that had, just a few seconds before, announced that she was Ms. Rivers' private secretary and Ms. Rivers would like to see me as soon as possible. I'd only been with the company for a week. I was as low on the corporate ladder as you could get. Why me? I thought as I hurried first to the bathroom to satisfy that sudden urge before heading for the elevator. Ms. Rivers secretary didn't know why Ms. Rivers wanted to see me she had said trying to be as comforting as possible considering I was almost babbling over the phone. I was still babbling when I arrived. "Hi, I'm Martin. Martin Sanford. Ms. Rivers wanted to see me?" I said nearly out of breath as I reached the secretary's desk. "Go right in, she's expecting you," the neatly dressed woman said nodding towards the large oak doors. Those doors seemed twenty feet high and it felt like the carpet was a foot thick as I moved ahead. It was quieter on the top floor. It felt powerful and what the hell was I doing here? I thought as I twisted the oversize ornate handle. "Ah, My newest and, from what I hear, one of my brightest employees. Mr. Martin, thank you for seeing me on such short notice," Ms. Rivers said coming around her desk as I entered. I wanted to run as I extended my hand towards hers. I wanted to remain silent so she wouldn't hear my voice as I smiled. I wanted to die right then and there and be done with it. "How do you do ma'am," I said and instantly cursed myself for calling her ma'am and not Ms. Rivers. Ma'am sounded so old. "Well, I'd doing just fine and if I can convince you to do something for me, I'll be doing even better," Ms. Rivers said extending the hand that I'd taken to offer me a chair while she moved back around the massive ornate oak desk. "Yes ma'am. Anything!" I said sitting but sitting right on the edge of the chair. "We're doing a new campaign for our latest line and instead of doing the classic stuff, my most creative ad designer has come up with an idea that simply knocked me over but she needs a young man to pull it off with and from what I've heard your that young man. You interested?" Ms. Rivers asked. "YES MA'AM," I said too loudly and far too quickly and then made it worse by saying, "Anything!" "Excellent. I knew it the moment I saw you. I like your enthusiasm. I like you. I'm going to look forward to seeing you work. Here, let me have Susan call Julie and I'll set this up before you go. OK?" Ms. Rivers asked. I nodded. I nodded because I couldn't speak. I was sitting across from the president of the company and I'm it! I'm the one. I'm going up that corporate ladder so fast I going to be just a blur. I nearly smiled as I sat quietly while the lady herself talked with somebody named Susan about me: "Susan? Hi. Yes, I love it. No, don't change a thing. Yes, I know. No, don't worry about that. He's sitting right here. Of course he wants to do it! He's perfect and you've got my blessing. No, I'll send him to you. Your welcome. Bye." I felt taller when I stepped into the elevator. I was a giant and just nineteen and just into my first year of collage and just a month into my first job and I was just chatting with the president. The president no less and my life was complete as the doors closed in front of me. "Hi, I'm Martin!" I said to my reflection on the elevators polished brass panel." "Martin?" the woman said standing at the elevator doors as they opened. "Me? Oh, yes! Da. Yes, hi, I mean hello, I'm Martin," I said reaching for her hand nervously before realizing both were full. It was the second time I wanted to die and let the wind blow my dust away. "Hey, relax. Your among friends down here. This is marketing. We do things slightly more fun than they do upstairs," Susan said as she smiled broadly before adding, "Come on and I'll show you my layouts and the schedule. It's going to be tight but very doable." I nodded feeling important as she talked. I wasn't relaxed yet but it was about the same feeling you get with anything very new and very exciting and in this case completely unknown. I was two floors below the president and still four floors above the mail room and everyone was rushing to and fro as I followed Susan. It was the most exciting day of my life as I continued to bump into nearly everything. Her office was a disaster. Illustrations everywhere. Illustrations pinned on the walls, taped to the glass window by her door and scattered all over her desk. Her drafting table was just as cluttered but she seemed to know exactly what she wanted because she edged it out as she began to talk: "These are the ads for the last five years. Classics, identical and boring." I was looking at magazine ads taken from the publications and pasted onto poster board. Each showing a mother with a little girl in some form of activity. The one she was talking over was a mother running while holding her daughter's hand in a field of daises. Both in dresses that matched and clearly decorated with those daisies, under the caption: "She's your little flower! Put her in ours." I nodded. I still had no idea what I was doing there or what I'd be doing but I looked sternly, importantly at the pictures as if I did understand because she was looking stern and I nodded. "Horrible aren't they?" She asked. "Yes ma'am," I said not sure what was so horrible about them but saying so anyway. "Well, that's all going to change. Thanks to you I might add. Of course we'll have to dye your hair blond but it's nearly summer anyway and I'm guessing hardly anyone at your schools going to notice the change. You really do have beautiful hair," She said moving to a new pile that she began pulling out from beneath some fabric swatches. It didn't help give me any hint with what it was I was going to do and I had no idea why I'd go from light brown hair to blond hair but I nodded as if it was hardly worth the conversation and simply watched as she sorted the sketches into rows. I was looking at illustrations of mothers and daughters not to unlike the ones she had just showed me but the little girl was nearly as tall as the mother and it wasn't until I read the caption that things started to get a little fuzzy: "If we can make him this cute imagine what we can do for your little girl?" HIM? I read it again. It read HIM on the caption. "If we can make HIM this cute .." I read it at least five more times within a few seconds and Susan was beaming as I stood there getting dizzy. I almost didn't ask but I had to. I had to know before I passed out if what it said was a misprint or meant to read like that: "That's ... The ... Am I ... Is that a guy?" "Isn't it wild. I mean it's going to blow the competition right out of it's lacy socks. Everyone and I mean everyone is going to have their classic little girls, all sugar and spice and everything nice and we are going to have you," Susan said about as enthusiastically as anyone could possibly be and it was true. That was a guy and her statement about my hair made it clear who the model in those illustrations would be and it was all so suddenly clear. "Hey, are you ok?" Susan asked suddenly as she reached over to take my arm. Someone, and that included Ms. Rivers, was suppose to have alerted me to this. Someone was suppose to talk to me. Give me hints and get me past this moment before Susan got to me. She was furious. This was not how it was suppose to go and she said so. I was suppose to be there after agreeing to be there and Susan was ranting about it all as I sat down heavily on top of drawings that still covered the couch. "I couldn't. I mean no boy would. No man would. No one would. I couldn't," I said hardly taking a breath. I was simply shaking my head no from that point on. Susan was furious over that. It was clear I was her key to her new ad campaign and that deadline she brought up and there would be no way she could meet it without me. The seamstress had already started working. That scared me even more. The thought of those ... Of those things in the picture being sewn for me was ... Well it was too scary, period. I was almost faint as she pulled the blinds on her window and slowly closed the door. "You've absolutely got to do this for me. I'm dead if you don't. I mean it. This is my last shot here. Ms. Rivers gave me one more chance to come up with something before she turned it all over to an ad agency. If you don't do this you go back to the mail room but I walk," She said stooping down till she was on one knee. I emphasized, sympathized but there was simply no way I'd do ... THAT. "There was no way I'd ever do that!" I said out loud to myself looking into my bathroom mirror in my dorm room. I'd been saying it ever since I'd said yes. I'd be saying it until the photo shoots were over and I'd be saying it when those ads hit the streets. I said no two dozen times and yes only once. Five hundred dollars a day which was what a professional model would get. A promotion as Susan's Administrative Assistant beginning immediately and my hair dyed back to light brown before those ads did hit. That was the deal she gave me. That and her promise that no one would know I was a male while we did the pictures (except for the staff doing the pictures and making those clothes) and I could stay at her place till I was a male again. Last but not least no one would ever know that it was me that had been dolled up for those pictures - EVER! That was her promise and I'd said yes. "Ready?" Susan said coming into the guest room that I was going to use. "NO!" I said putting the few things I'd brought with me into an empty drawer. "The sooner we start, the sooner this ends?" she said smiling. That was about the only thing she could say to me as I nodded and walked towards her asking: "And no one is going to be there besides the owner. Right?" "I promised didn't I?" Susan said patting my arm. "Did you bring his change of clothes?" The woman asked after unlocking the front door and letting us in. Sally's Hair and Nails had closed a half hour before Susan knocked at the door and Sally herself would be doing my hair, body and nails. When I left I'd be wearing one of the outfits that our company made and when I walked out that door it would be six to eight weeks before I'd be in pants again. The camera clicked and wound nearly two dozen times between the moment Susan and I got out of the car till Sally let us into her shop. The tabloid photographer from "You'll Never Guess" had her first shots of the transformation series I was about to star in. Tammy, the photographer, was unpacking a turkey on white sandwich as I laid naked on the bench where I'd be waxed. Tammy was done with her sandwich when I stood thankful but still painfully aware that the waxing was finally at an end. I was waxed, teased and groomed beyond anything I'd ever imagined. I was also told that the girlish eyebrows would grow back within weeks as would my body hair. What little there had been that is. I was also very blond and softly curled already as I leaned back under the running water in the contoured sink to have the rest of the bleach rinsed out. What troubled me most wasn't the pink top I wore but the fact that I looked too much like a girl before any of the girl stuff was added. What bothered me after that was how cute I did look and it wasn't simply Susan and Sally saying so. The only good news was that no one, not even my mother, Susan promised would recognize me nor ever know. She was right about that because I didn't recognize me. Sally said the same sorts of things as she added the clear coat of nail enamel over the pink coat that now covered my fingers. Why I had to have my toes painted was beyond me but so far everything was beyond me. Black shiny Mary Jane shoes, white socks with a frothy pink ruffle and then smooth skin till the edge of the skirt and I didn't look past that for a moment or two. I could sit in the middle of a second grade class and not be picked out of a group of little girls if they were wearing the stuff I was wearing. Only very few little girls would be wearing what I was wearing except maybe for a pageant or Easter or some other dressy event. Four layers of slip Susan called petticoats attached to a silken top like a tank top but with a tiny pink bow under a dress that didn't need any slips under it at all. At least I didn't think so when I quickly put the slip on. I hadn't been told about the disposable or the plastic lined ruffled panties till I saw them and asked before refusing to wear either. "It's going to hide some obvious defects in our little girl look if you bend or the wind catches you. It will also keep you, if it's necessary, from having to be walked into and out of a ladies's room. Although I could do that and no one would notice," Susan said laying the diaper open on the same table where I'd lost all my body hair. I might have cried then had I been able to. The taffeta lab smock I'd worn rustled noisily as I moved from chair to chair while my hair and nails were done but it was nearly silent in comparison to the dress I was wearing. It sounded like five people were all crumbling up newspaper with every step I took. Pink underskirt of taffeta gathered more than the skirt with the light blush hem covered by a layer of nylon chiffon all blended together with the four other layers of the slip. I felt buried in girlish layers and looking at the mirror was. If I kept my hands from touching any part of the dress they would be at a forty five degree angle. Which at first was how I held them till I saw my pose in the mirror and realized I looked far too prissy with my arms like that. Only I had to or risk ruining the nails that now had soft round tapered points that nearly matched the color of the dress. Puffy pink sleeves, sausage curls and ribbons in my hair and there I stood looking like a horrified Shirley Temple as Susan took one last look before saying we can go. "Hello Martin!" the women said under her breath as her long lens camera began clicking away. "Do you have sissy panties on my darling? How sweet! And look at your precious hands, that dress and that hair! Why Martin, your quite the little sissy aren't' you?" she said letting the camera click away to the end before she picked up her mid range unit. "How sweet you do look my little man!" she added as that camera spun through it's film. "Martin To Mary, The Man That Wanted To Be A Little Girl!" That's what I'm going to call this series!" She said as she lifted the third camera just as we were getting into the car. "That is a diaper! I'm telling you!" Tammy said as she handed the magnifying glass to her editor to scan the proofs. "Well I'll be. Now what they hell are they up to? They've taken this poor guy all the way haven't they?" Tammy's Editor said as she bent down with the hand held lens. "All the way!" Tammy said smiling as she held up another sheet of proofs against the light. "OK, you pick your best, get them developed and lets see how much space we can give you," Tammy's editor said handing Tammy back her magnifying glass. Tammy grabbed the phone from the wall, punched in the number from memory and when she confirmed that she was talking to the right person said, "Hi mom. Well, I got them and they are perfect!" "Excellent. I'll call Susan and let her know," Ms. Rivers said before throwing her daughter a noisy kiss over the phone. Both smiled as they hung up and both said almost exactly at the same time as they did so: "Like mother, like daughter." Ms. Rivers parked her large town car right in front of the house. Right where her husband Jack use to park when he was her husband Jack. "Where is that little brat?" Carol Rivers said to Rose, her housekeeper, as she took her coat. "In the nursery ma'am. He's still got a touch of the flu." "Hello precious!" Carol said as she bent down to slid a finger under her husbands ruffled panties and diaper before adding, "What a good girl you are. All nice and dry for mommy!" He simply laid there as he did most times. He was still sick from the flu but that wasn't why he was so quiet. He was quiet because he knew if he said anything he'd be punished and Carol could be very painful when she was mad. Jack Rivers had no idea what his wife was talking about when she said, "Well, it looks like your going to have a little playmate soon and I'm about to have a son-in-law and your daughter's going to get another little sissy in the making." Jack hardly ever knew what his wife was talking about ever since that day she found him playing in her clothes. Actually it was his wife and his daughter and there were two dozen photos before he even looked up. Tammy was so good at capturing those "Kodac Moments" Carol thought as she pushed the pacifier into Jacks mouth before leaving to have dinner. "Now, was that so bad?" Susan said as she undid the oversized bow at the back of the dress before unzipping it. "The worse day of my life!" I said feeling the slight relief of pressure as the bow came undone. "Well, at least no one gave you a second glance and those that did simply assumed you were just as you appeared to be," Susan said as she brought the zipper down to end of the high waist little girl's party dress before adding, "You sure you don't want to stay in this for a while longer. I mean to get used to it?" "I don't want to get used to it!" I said with as much conviction as I could muster as I looked at myself in the mirror. "Too bad!" Susan said feeling that slight blush of heat in her cheeks and thighs again and savoring it for a few moments before she said, "Because I could get used to you this way." "What?" I asked not sure what I was hearing or even sure if I wanted to hear it. The End Don't Forget To Floss By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford It was my dentist that made the suggestion and I'd laughed. Sleeping with a baby's pacifier wasn't exactly a manly thing to do I'd said and then my dentist laughed but added, "Well, it might not be but it's that or continue waking with those cramps in your jaw," I nodded allowing her assistant to undo the bib before I rose from the chair. My teeth grinding was getting worse and I could hardly move my jaw in the mornings. That suggestion to use the pacifier at night was her alternative saying that it would give me a cushion between my top and bottom rows and the natural instinct to nurse would change some of that subconscious grinding that I was doing. I said thanks, no thanks and left forty dollars less than when I'd come in and wondering how I'd look nursing on a pacifier. "We have just the pink ones in now but if you'd like to come back Thursday we should have our next shipment in," the sales woman said showing me their choices for baby pacifiers after saying I was buying one as a gift. I had even picked up a first year old's birthday card just before asking where the pacifiers were. Unfortunately all they had in stock were the ones for girls although I had to smile thinking that it didn't matter because no one on this earth was going to see me nursing it. I didn't even try using it for that first day. That first day it stayed in it's package. That second day I removed it, took some time to undo the tightened muscles I woke with and toyed with the idea of trying it as I drank my morning coffee. I simply couldn't bring myself to nurse a pink baby's pacifier and a moment later did. How odd I thought that it felt as comfortable as it did in an adult's mouth considering it was designed for a baby. A girl baby I thought to myself as I reminded myself to go and get one for a boy. I never did. Get one for a boy that is but I did get a tether for the one I had. I'd gotten use to using it at night and it did work. The cramps in my jaw literally disappeared overnight or would have had I not sometimes dropped it. Although after a time I'd wake, search for it and fall back asleep. That was when I bought the little clip and tether that mother's use to keep the pacifier from hitting the ground. A pink on actually and I did feel a tiny bit embarrassed over worrying about coordinating the strap with my pacifier. I also felt a little embarrassed over the fact that I ignored the ones for the boys. I was so use to using that pacifier that I could no longer go to sleep without it. Nor would I realize I was still nursing on it when I woke to do my duty in the bathroom or make coffee in the kitchen. It was simply in my mouth when I woke and there till I took my first sip of coffee. It was hanging on my tee-shirt as I brushed my teeth. It was with me till I showered. It was a part of me and I didn't realize it. Which was why I answered that door that morning with it still in my mouth and still clipped to my tee-shirt. The knock started softly and entered my dreams but grew louder and more insistent till I woke and looked at the clock. It was two hours before I would be getting up. Two hours and I had been dreaming and trying desperately to recall that dream as I padded my way to the door. I wanted that knocking to stop. That was what was on my mind when I opened the door. Ms. Evens owned the apartments outright. They had belonged to her late husband and when she sold the house she took the one below me. I liked her as a landlady, neighbor and confidant. She was one of those people you could talk with and get good solid advise from and if a psychologist had dug they might even find a mother image larking deep down in my psyche. There were other things hidden down in my psyche as well and Ms. Evens witnessed it first hand as her renter stood before her in his pajamas. Pajamas and that pink baby's pacifier clipped to the collar with him still nursing it. I was about to asked her why she was banging on my door when I realized what I was doing at the same time that I recognized the look on Ms. Evens face. "Hi?" she said as the pacifier fell to the end of its pink ribbon. Regretfully, and that in hindsight, I'd purchased the clip that read: "My Little Girl" on it in a pastel pink and it stood out like a name tag that Ms. Evens was reading after her eyes followed the pacifiers progress from my mouth. Although to her credit she didn't mention it but simply said, "I've called a tree service to remove those branches near the power lines and wanted to warn you that they would be cutting and grinding in a short while. I'm sorry if I woke you." I was fully awake, embarrassed beyond reason and facing the most humiliating moment of my life as my turn came to speak. I had no idea what to say or how to explain what she was still sneaking glimpse of and smiled weakly at what it must look like to her. "Would it help if I explained this?" I asked flicking the pink pacifier at the end of the ribbon and smiling lamely at her. "Actually I'm sure there is a logical reason for that and even it there isn't it wouldn't matter. However, it's probable the cutest thing I've ever seen on you since we met," she said as she reached out and stopped the light swing I'd put into it. The worse thing about pajamas is that they don't provide any support and why that gesture of hers and comment that followed turned me on will be a mystery from now until I die but it did and the result was, to put it delicately, impossible to hide and while I tried to all she said was, "Let me change what I just said. You nursing that pacifier was the second cutest thing I've seen on you since we've met." There are awkward moments and truly awkward moments but this one stood in a class by itself. I simply leaned against the door after she apologized again for disturbing me and left with a smile. I took nearly two hours before I got the courage to leave my apartment and some of it hoping she was gone doing whatever she did on Saturdays so that I wouldn't have to face her again. I'd considered simply leaving everything and joining the foreign legion so I'd never ever have to see her again but none of it would have done any good because just as I reached the last step her voice from her patio said, "If I offer you some refreshing tea and a moment of your time would you need that tea in a sippy cup?" My shoulders fell almost as far as my ego and suddenly the idea of wearing my pink polo shirt because one of the gals at work said it looked good with my tan didn't seem like such a good idea. It was pink and I was wearing white shorts, white socks and white tennis shoes and not feeling all that masculine at the moment as I said, "A glass would be just fine. I only take a bottle at night." "It's for my teeth!" I said turning to join her at the edge of her small patio. "I grind my teeth and the dentist told me to try a damn baby's pacifier and they only had that pink one!" I added quickly and in desperation to get past the feeling that my mother was looking at me and I was in my sister's clothes. And why did I think of that image I thought before realizing that I really was remembering that very thing. It was that look on her face and my decision to wear pink again was as bad as I thought it would be when she nodded slightly and said, "Well, teeth or not pink is definitely your color." If I had any ego left the last of it fell on the floor at her feet and that's where I wanted to be as my knees began to jell. She could have carried it as far as she wanted but she took me off the hook by saying, "It really is a flattering color on you and I wish more men were as bold as you." I sat with more relief than I should have but it felt like the worse of it had just passed as she got up, left and returned with a frosting glass of ice tea. The noise of the tree crew was behind the apartments where my bedroom was and a slight breeze still cool enough to need a sweater at night kept the rest of the noise away from us. She knew the medical term for teeth grinding and was surprised that the dentist knew about, what she called, the old pacifier trick. I nodded my agreement working my jaw from side to side as I picked up the tea and it was going to be a glorious day I thought as I began taking that first sip. The best thing I can say about the moments that followed is that she was terrible with her timing because just as I began to swallow she said, "Of course nursing a women's breast would work much better." The only reason she didn't get sprayed was that I turned away to catch the cough and stood there nearly choking till she rose and began patting my back. I was going to live I said but only if she started being more tactful, less direct with her comments and remarks and to please ignore the fact that I was now sleeping with a baby's pacifier or that I looked good in pink and that the pacifier matched my shirt or would if I wore it attached. And I caught my breath. She was still patting me on the back but slowing and still behind me when she said, "Look, I don't know what your love life is like but this morning, after SEEING you, I realized mine stinks. Actually it's been nonexistent for quite a while now and to be perfectly honest I think I fell in lust with you with just that pacifier in your mouth although I knew it for sure when you ... How shall I put this? When you greeted me in such a flattering way. So, how about a nice home cooked meal from someplace fast and top it off with desert before I bed you? Or do you like to be wooed more?" If I'd had to stand I wouldn't have been able to and those hands that had been patting me were now kneading my shoulders and while the bones in my neck were turning to jello I was having just the opposite reaction in another place and with a voice that sounded like a two pack a day smoker said, "We could eat later?" A women in her forties and a man in his early twenties are both at their sexual peaks or so someone once said and I've had more energetic bed partners before but none as sensuous as she was. We did eat but it was long after I'd learned that she was also right about nursing a breast and she laughed when I asked if she would be willing to replace my pacifier with something just a bit softer. She laughed but said yes with a slight bit of teasing that hinted at me still nursing that pacifier for her as well. I agreed. It was an easy exchange and so was the part about slipping into her robe rather than getting dressed when we finally did get out of bed. The ego is a funny thing because it wasn't around, even in the slightest, when she walked towards me naked holding that short satiny robe she was about to slip me into. Nor did it bother me when she opened that robe a moment later and drew me next to her saying that pink really was my color. I'd known her for almost a year before today. Before today she was my landlady. Today she was more and I don't know if anyone saw me but I had no problem running back up to my place, still in her robe, to fetch that pacifier that had embarrassed me so just a few hours before. It was now clipped to the lace collar of her robe and now mine she said whenever I visited or as she hinted whenever it was time to let me go. I did resist the panties that evening but not nearly for as long as I might have under any other circumstances and those, she said with a gentle bit of teasing before they came off again, were also now mine. If there was a starting point to what happened next it had to be because my stomach was full and there was simply nothing left of my sexual drive. I mean the last time I actually wore any sort of "girl's" clothes was that day in my sister room when I fluttered around in her slip and panties before bumping into mom. Now suddenly I'm wearing light pink nylon panties, a very pretty and very short full slip she called a chemise and that robe and she's humming something while I'm trying to keep my eyes open as I nurse my pacifier. I fell asleep with her leaning on an elbow looking down at me and woke hours later with her still looking down at me. It was well past morning that next day when I finally did return to my apartment and only because she had a sister stopping by after that sister had called. As far as I was concerned I could have stayed there till I'd grown too old to move. I was also wondering if the strawberry and peaches smell of my bubble bath would be gone by the time I went to work Monday. I certainly smelled more like the light pink of my shirt when I opened my apartment door and smiled at the pacifier she had clipped back on my collar so I wouldn't forget it. I watched in a slight bit of frustration as the woman I assumed was her sister walked through the courtyard towards our apartments. I was nursing my pacifier as I did so and wasn't even conscious of it. I also didn't notice the bag in her sister's hand. "These might even be a little big?" Sandy's sister said pulling one of the diapers out but adding as she laid it neatly on the coffee table that they pinned and could be pinned snug with just a little more overlap. Sandy smiled as she laid her hand on the soft brushed cotton and again when she saw the plastic lined panties that had once been her favorites. "I wish you still wore these things!" Sandy said as she picked up the panties to tease the light pink ruffles that her mom had so carefully added after doing the same to the legs. "Get out of here. I hated them then and I still hate them. The only reason I found them is because they were stuff in with those prissy little dresses mom kept me in. Your lucky I didn't throw them away," Cindy said leaning back away from the clothes she had spent most of her pre-teens in. "Well, it certainly got you to stop wetting your bed now didn't they?" Sandy said as she reached for the bag to remove the rest of the things she had called for. "Yes and they nearly ruined my life when that boy Jeffery found them that day. Remember?" Cindy said in an angry tone. "I'm just saying that I kind of missed putting you into these. That's all. I adored treating you like a baby back then," Sandy said as she began adding the diapers to the one she already had laying in front of her. "So did I frankly. So tell me about this guy your about to attempt to transform into my likeness?" Cindy said looking a bit softer at the memories of those days when her sister treated her like a doll. "Well, he's about a year younger than you, at least a dress size smaller than you were when you wore those baby dresses and believe it or not sleeps with a pink pacifier at night and I just spent the last twenty four hours having some of the best sex I've had since George pass away. "And what makes you think he's going to go along with getting diapered let along being put into a dress? This is a man we're talking about right?" Cindy asked as the light pink airy chiffon and nylon baby dress came out of the bag. Sandy laid the dress carefully over her knees and stroked the slip like layer of chiffon over the satiny layer of the dresses skirt and said quietly, "He was." "Is my baby sleepy?" Sandy asked as she leaned over to brush a lock of my hair from my eyes. I nodded just slightly and desperately was trying to keep my eyes open and losing. I'd returned last night, called into work telling them I was ill for the day and it was nearly noon already. We'd made love last night, very early in the morning when I'd found her on top of me and it wasn't a dream and again before breakfast. We had tried again just after lunch but by then I was simply drained. I was also nursing my pacifier at the moment and her referring to me as her baby didn't phase me at all. Nor did the diaper when I saw it. At least not until I recognized what it was and she was asking me to lift my bottom for her. It was the first time I spoke and I didn't want to then but a diaper? "What's that and there is no way your pinning that on me!" I said fighting the urge to just ignore it and close my eyes again. "Hush!" she said slapping my thigh gently enough that it added a tiny bit of attitude to her hush as she added, "Now lift your bottom honey." In every man's life there are points in time when decisions about masculinity and femininity must be made. That pink shirt I owned was one of them. I'd been looking at the classic colors at the time like whites, yellows and tans when the sales woman came up and said, "May I make a suggestion?" I'd nodded yes and while a very long and very pretty light pink nail touched my forearm she said, "With that tan I'd go with a soft pink color." I didn't own a stitch of pink to my name and never had and up until then never would have and suddenly I'm smiled and asking, "Do you think so?" It was my first piece of pink I owned and the first time I'd ever worn anything out of a store that I'd purchased. It was one of two shirts out of the four that were pink. I'd blamed it on her when I wore it too work and I always blamed it on someone when I got caught in it. It had been the same with that pacifier as well and now I was looking sleepily at a women that, to put it mildly, owned me and had to decide on that diaper. "Where did you get that?" I asked lifting my bottom so she could slid the diaper under me while taking the pacifier just out of my mouth before slipping it back in again. "It was my sister's. She wet her bed when she was younger and I use to have to diaper her and that pacifier reminded me of those times so I called her and had her find them for me. I simply adored treating her like a baby," Sandy said as she leaned over to pick up the baby powder. "Oh," I said as if it was perfectly natural for me to be laying there as my landlady powdered and pinned me into a diaper. I blamed it on the pacifier, the sex. On her insisting. On anything that would help me avoid that deep soft voice that kept saying it was nice. "Like it?" she asked taking a second to lean back after rubbing the front for just a moment. The End Try To Imagine By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford Close your eyes for a second. OK? Good! Now sit there for a moment and concentrate on what a baby might smell like just bathed, powdered and dressed in clothes fresh washed and sun dried. Got that image locked away? It's important that it fills your thoughts before you slip into this next paragraph so close your eyes again if you need to. OK? Excellent. Step one has begun and your ready for the next. The difference between a bath and a shower is like the difference between taking the highway or scenic route to a destination. You'll get there but with a bath it's a lot slower and in this exercise slow is better. So keep thinking of that baby and start your bath. Get naked before then because that sometimes helps. Help how? Helps you begin to imagine your that baby your smelling. It helps as well if your bath water is full, warm and smelling like spring at least or like baby powder at best. Still thinking of that baby? Good. Now start to concentrate on you as that baby. See his toes? Those are your toes. Go ahead and wiggle them but keep your eyes closed. See, they wiggled didn't they? Now flex the knees a little, his knees flexed. That's excellent. Now do that with the fingers, wrist, elbows, shoulder and neck and while your doing that notice how your body is starting to adjust to that bath. Can you smell that wonderful baby powder fresh smell? It's nice isn't it. Swirl each hand in the water and relax. You've simply got to relax. Breath very slowly. Inhale through the nose and out through the mouth. You'll draw in steam and exhale those odors and your nose and mouth will blend what they are sensing. Try it. Isn't that amazing? You can taste a smell and smell a taste. My grandmother once taught me that. She was wonderful about such things. Anyway, about that baby. Your still thinking of that baby right? Good. That's you if your doing this right. Now imagine you laying in this cute little tub surrounding by water that's just right and just where your tummy is sits a very cute light pink spongy duck. That's your duck. See it? It's right there in front of you. He's such a cute thing and he's going to get you all clean and that's why he's smiling like that. He loves cleaning babies. Go ahead and touch him. He's all ready to rub on the Johnson's Baby Soap. There it is floating in the water by your feet. See it? Go ahead and pick it up and rub the ducky's bottom on it and then start rubbing the ducky's bottom on you. Slowly. Don't rush. Start with your tummy and make circles then move to your chest, neck, cheeks, around your hair and ears down along the back of you neck and don't forget your arms. Now the top of your legs all the way to your feet and then back again on the bottom of your leg. Excellent. Isn't this wonderful? Feel yourself getting clean? That's all you can smell by now isn't it? Well guess what, it's not just the bath water anymore but you that smells like that. That's right you smell just like that baby you see that's you. Your being very good about this. Your becoming very calm now aren't you. That is the wonder of a bath. It's like a womb must have been. That sense of warmth, of security. It's going to be hard to step out of it but you'll wrinkle if you don't. How come you wrinkle? Well, that's because of two things: The layer of skin is absorbing the moisture and your layer of muscle that tones you and that skin is becoming very relaxed. That's the other nice part about a bath. I love my bath and I'm most often a baby by this time and so are you if your doing this right. Are you? Of course you are. Everyone likes this. OK now lets drain all of today's "stuff" away from us. How? Just open the drain silly and poof it's going, going, gone! What's left? Just that cute naked baby we saw in the beginning smelling so fresh and clean and isn't this a surprise but it's you. That's right, now your that baby and don't you feel so small and cubby and cute all of a sudden. Wait, don't dry yet. You have learned to dry the wrong way as an adult. You must pat yourself dry. It's ok, terry works that way. It likes to wick away moisture so you don't have to scrap yourself. Just pat gently. First your hair, face, now your ears, the neck, back, the chest and along each arm and leg. Perfect. You really are perfect. So fresh, so clean and with the last of the water now gone so are all the nasty things that have bothered you that day. Your as innocent as that baby in your mind and he's getting very happy now. How can he not be? How can you not be. It's all gone those nasty things you've picked up today as that adult. Remember? Poof! Time now to get dressed. Even babies look odd if they are naked and not in a tub or laying on a bed all ready to be diapered and that's where you must be. Why a diaper? Because you are no longer an adult and a diaper will remind you that your as fresh as you were when you were a baby so it must be a diaper. OK? Great. Now lay down on it and before anything else I want to think about where that diaper is touching. Don't think of anything else, just those places that your diaper is touching you. Feel it? It's just brushing the small of your back as it bounced a little when you laid over it. It's touching just slightly each cheek of your bottom near the side there and very definitely touching your bottom. Feels odd doesn't it? It shouldn't but that's because it's been a long time since you wore diapers. You probably don't remember wearing diapers that far back so that's another good reason to wear one now. I mean how can you be a baby without a diaper? And for goodness sakes, how can you wear a diaper without baby powder and oil? So that's next. Pour some of that mineral oil onto your palms. Pretend they are your mother's hands again. Long feminine fingers glistening with baby oil poised above where your diaper is going to be and warming as some of it gets absorbed. Oh that feels so wonderful. Still thinking of that baby? Come on sweets and stay with me. Go back a little if you've lost it and wiggle those toes again while the baby oil gets rubbed onto your skin. Better now isn't it? See how far the world has gone back? Feel the warm oil on your skin and it will go back a little further. There, that's it. Know what is happening? Well that oil is going into the pores of our skin just like it did on mommy's hands and that oil is replacing the water that is hiding there. Know why? So you don't get any bugs growing there and when you wet your urine won't give you a rash. That's a good thing so use lots of baby oil and you'll be baby fresh no matter what happens. But you won't smell baby fresh just yet. A little but to be a baby it has to be a lot. Slowly. Be very slow. It's been said that changing a baby or dressing a baby is probably the best time for both the parent and child. It's intimate without the overtones we have learned as an adult. We must be touched as humans to be human and we must be soothed and above all nurtured and rubbing baby oil slowly and carefully and intimately is very soothing. Take your time here and imagine yourself as that baby. Bend your knees a tiny bit and wiggle your toes and let your face relax into a smile. Your so fresh and your skin is so soft and the baby powder is next. Lots of it. Be generous. It's so perfect as a part of being a baby and your a baby now or nearly so. Some of it will stick where there is a lot of oil and that's ok. You want that baby powder to stick to your skin. It's going to make your sweat and urine bead up till the diaper takes it away. It smells so babyish too and so do you now. That is what is tickling your mind right now. It remembers that smell. Like baked bread or cookies. It's reaching down where that bath started and that oil helped. Feel it? Those memories are deep down inside of you but they are there. They've always been there. Here they come. Smell it? See it in your mind? Your that baby you can imagine even more now. Now just lay there for a second. Relax, lay back and relax. Let your back muscles go. Place your hands at your sides and simply let your senses grow around that baby oil and powder. It's time precious. No more adult now. He's long gone. He's regressed and he can't help it. He needs that diaper now. Now you can take that diaper by it's hem and draw it between your legs. Open them. Wider. Feels odd doesn't it? You've never been comfortable on your back with your legs spread open. Know why? You've learned to protect yourself. To close yourself up and you can't when your being diapered. You have to open up. You have to trust! You have to be a baby now. So tug on it for a time. Pull it from side to side and straight up a little. Let the soft cotton rub on your skin so you can imagine yourself open and trusting and being nurtured and above all diapered. This is what being a baby is all about. Trust! Unfettered, unbridled, fully open to yourself and to someone else. Your a baby! Feel it? Feel the world slipping further and further away? It's almost gone now. That world that you knew. It's not there is it? Nothing ugly left of it. Just this small world with just you the baby and that diaper coming up between your legs. Now let it fall gently over you. See how it forms, feel how it gathers between your legs. That's a diaper your wearing. That's what babies were. Your a baby now. Go ahead and touch it. That's what makes you a baby besides that wonderful bath, oil and powder. Here, pin it closed Wrap yourself in it. That's one new layer of protection and I'm not talking about going potty either. It's your protection against the adult side. How can you be an adult with that soft cotton tapering down to your thighs to bunch up and disappear between them. Go ahead and pin it closed. Cover yourself. Your a baby now. Wiggle your toes and bend your knees and take hold of the flaps and pin it closed. Just like a baby. Now stop. Wait a second and bring your legs together and feel the diaper move all over you as you do so. Your shorts won't do this but shorts are for adults and your not any longer. Your a sweet smelling baby in his cute little diaper all ready for his adorable plastic panties. Crinkle crinkle. Feel that diaper move as you guide a foot into the opening? Feel it grow just a tiny bit loose around the back of the leg while growing thicker between them? That's what a baby feels. That crinkle is what a baby hears and that powder is what a baby smells and it's all coming from you. Slid your panties up sweets. See how the elastic starts to grip your thighs? Know why? So when you potty it stays in your panties. That's what babies do and that's why they wear diapers and plastic pants. They are too young to know any better and your too old to remember so watch your baby pants as they start to hug your legs. Watch those folds in your diaper too so you can see it move and let that information flow together with the hint of baby powder. Feel it? It's there isn't it? You can sense it now. It's easier to think of yourself as a baby now isn't it? Now imagine that baby and with one hand tease the elastic of your plastic panties just at the edge. Feel the plastic and find the hem of the diaper and slid close to where the diaper pin is and feel it as well. Do so with the other hand but keep it open. let it rest at your side but against the panties and get a sense of how far away the plastic is from your skin. It's because of that diaper. That diaper is thick. It's not just for modesty like your underpants. It's so you don't make a mess. People know when children are still in diapers and they would know if you were walking around. That cute bottom is too big for a boy. Too big for a girl as well and so much noise. Like a bridesmaid wearing taffeta. That's your baby pants sweets. That's your diaper and cute little baby pants making all of that noise and giving you a cute little bottom that mothers, daddy's, bothers and sister's and aunts love to pat. Now look who they are patting. That's you laying there. That's you in the diaper and cute little plastic "baby" pants. Your a baby now. Do you remember when you weren't? No, you can't can you. Isn't that a wonderful feeling. Now open your eyes and see the baby before them. Touch his baby pants and smell his powder fresh skin. He is cute isn't he? Guess what? That's you laying there. That's you wiggling your toes and bending your knees and that's your hand touching those panties and rubbing the diaper under them. How sweet and adorable you look. What a wonder a diaper is under plastic panties. Was that all there was to it? Can you change that quickly? And the answer is of course you can. You did once. You remember it or can and will if you practice and of course those reading this may want to ask why and if you do want to ask why then my answer is: "If you must ask, it's been far too long since you were a baby and way too long since you were nurtured and look at what happened to your world while mine slowly slipped away, NOTHING. What better reason to be a baby. The End Mixing It Up By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford I sat there looking at my aunt and she stood there looking at me. In those few moments of silence I tried to imagine what was going to happen next. I was in cousin Debbie's blush pink party dress wearing the wig she still had from some school play while holding cousin Sandy's white teddy bear in the middle of her crib. My aunt's grin, when it came, only made it worse. Debbie was twelve, Sandy had just turned five. I was going to be fifteen in another week. I was the only boy in the house for that summer. I had hoped for a summer of playing dress up. In secret of course. That part of it had suddenly changed. Today was the first day I was alone and my aunt was suppose to be gone till noon - at least. She had only been gone just long enough. "Honey, climb out of there and take that dress off while I go and find something more suitable for your nap," My aunt said and then added as she turned for the door: "It's ok, you can wear it again after you get back up from your nap!" I sat there as my aunt went to Sandy's dresser, for a moment trying to understand what had just happened and couldn't. I had no idea what she meant by "suitable". A few seconds later, when my aunt turned back to me, I was getting out of the dress and wig but was still in the slip and panties and Mary Jane shoes and all she said was: "Come on sweets, all of it. Here, you can wear Debbie's little baby doll set and Sandy's diapers and baby panties for you nap," When I still stood there looking confused she added, "You really had better mind me!" When her tone changed I did exactly as I was told. I'd learned about that tone years before and when it came and you still didn't do as she said you got a very painful spanking. A very painful spanking so I did exactly that and took the slip off before the shoes and socks and panties to which my aunt noted as she watched the panties fall to the floor: "Well, if you love ruffles sweets your going to love Sandy's fancy baby pants! Actually if you like mixing up this little girl look with the baby look you going to just simply love staying here this summer." The End A Lesson In Empathy By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford To my credit I wasn't one of those that had teased Carol but to my discredit I didn't do anything to stop the other three either. That was why I was being punished my aunt said. Punished and nothing I could say or do would stop me from entering school that Monday in my own wheel chair. Which would have been embarrassing enough until my aunt made it clear I was going to understand "fully" what it was like to be handicapped. "Diapers?" I'd asked in shocked horror. "Diapers! My aunt said as she unpacked the few things she had borrowed from Carol's mom before adding, "Carol has to wear them because she can't control herself in that regard and like I warned, you are going to be 'fully' aware of what it means to be handicapped and like her!" I honestly didn't know Carol wore diapers or that she might need to. I simply assumed she could use the handicapped version of the bathrooms. She couldn't. She didn't. And neither would I. We met at the front of the building. All four of us in our separate wheel chairs. My aunt and I had to start an hour early just to get dressed and into the car before getting here. I was exhausted and my arms were killing me and school hadn't even started. Ironically Carol didn't smile at me the way she smiled at the others and I was the last up the ramp and into the hall. "So how do those diapers feel precious," Carol asked following me up the ramp. I didn't answer. I didn't dare and they felt odd if I had answered her. "Did auntie put you into the pink plastic panties sweets? I've got some really cute ones with lace if you want to borrow them," Carol teased. That had added more shock to that bag of things as my aunt laid them on the bed. "Those are pink?" I said looking at the soft but noisy pink baby pants my aunt was shaking the wrinkles out of. "Carol is a girl!" my aunt said in a matter of fact voice before adding, "You'll simply have to be a bit of a handicapped 'sissy' for the next few days," It was Saturday and nearly lunch time before my aunt had returned on her errand. The meeting with the principle had been Friday and my aunt was furious as we drove home. "How could you let those so-called friends of yours do that to that child?" she asked. I didn't answer. I wasn't sure why I stood by and let Josh, Bill and Don tease Carol the way they did. I shouldn't have but I didn't want to look like I wasn't one of them and unfortunately that made me one of them. Only in this case it wasn't a good thing and I knew it the moment I sat with my aunt in front of Principle Evens. Now I was slowly making my way to class in a wheel chair wearing my jogging pants over a thick cotton diaper and pair of pink plastic panties. The bomb shell or rather the bomb shells came in one after the other as Carol said, "Oh and if your aunt didn't tell you this, none of the other boys are wearing cute thick diapers and sweet little girl baby pants like you are! Actually, I no longer wear diapers either. Those were mine when I was about seven and still having problems wetting myself. Did I mention that? No, I don't think I did. Oh well, it's too late to change that," She chucked from behind as my heart raced and then added, "Change? Get it?" Thankfully the other three boys, in their own wheel chairs borrowed from the hospital where my aunt worked, were far enough ahead to not have heard Carols exchange with me. I'm thinking The End A Changed Man By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford Sandy was fascinated by the women getting her hair colored and set next to her. She had never met a women that earned her livelihood simply by humiliating men in some way or another and her stories of domination were shocking. As shocking as her attitude towards those men. Men may rule the world she had said but in her experiences they were simply puppets and she the puppeteer. A belief that came with hundreds of examples to prove that to be so. Ironically there was one example that paralleled Sandy's own experiences as a young girl and it fascinated her that there were actually men that liked being transformed into sissies, girls or in this case a baby girl. She had done that very thing to a neighbor who she watched that had to wear diapers and plastic pants to bed because he wet at night. It wasn't long before she was treating him like a baby and not too long after that before he was wearing some of her things. And he had loved wearing her clothes as much as she had making him wear them. Then the conversation turned slightly. Was it possible to actually cause a man to become a baby or toddler or even a sissy little girl? And Deborah the dominate who went by the name Ms. Deborah laughed saying of course it was and fairly easy if you didn't much care how he felt about the matter. That fascinated Sandy even more and lunch was on her if Deborah didn't mind spending a little more time explaining how that might come about. The question was important to Sandy because Sandy's husband was smack dab in the middle of his career and all things being equal she no longer was. Equal that is. He hardly spent any time at home anymore, treated her more like a maid of late and the last time they had sex was when he came home drunk. She had grown to dislike him greatly, their relationship and what he was doing to her and Deborah was totally empathetic and understood completely. It was a causal sort of conversation with a lot of laughter at some of the images conjured up till Deborah suggested Sandy do something about it which was what Sandy actually wanted to do. How to do that was discussed back at Deborah's place after Sandy spent that first half hour in a state of pleasant shock and surprise over the so-called tools of Deborah's trade. It would take time to prepare what Sandy needed but time was the least of it and money wasn't a serious issue either when Deborah gave her the address of a women that did magical things with satin, chiffon and long bolts of Birds eye cotton. It was well past five o'clock when Sandy went home to prepare dinner on the chance that her husband Martin might show up on time for once. He didn't and that was OK because it gave her time to look over the catalog of things that she was going to get. It was a baby's catalog and she was looking happily in the sections for girls. All the seamstress needed, the one that Sandy would soon meet, was a picture. When he did finally come home Sandy was in bed and remained quietly smiling as he coughed, gargled, spit and farted behind the bathroom door before finally slipping into bed. The catalog carefully placed in her nightstand. She was smiling at the thought of him laying there in his cute diapers, sweet ruffled baby pants and pretty little sleep sets that she had ordered earlier that evening. The little party dress would take a couple of days but the diapers, ruffled panties and baby dresses were stock items and she could have those right away. Or rather Deb could. Which was where that first set of things would go. She would need them or rather her sissy baby and Deb after Deb had done her part. Sandy had her first organism alone for the first time since she was a young girl. Deborah made a point of asking for Martin Short specifically and Martin was suitably hooked by the very sexy women that came into his office an hour later. Clearly she had money and just as clearly Martin was ready to help her part with it as he showed her several homes that he thought she might like. Only most of the day was spent with Martin sometimes stuttering at the flattering remarks and innuendos she kept tossing about at him. He was driving to her place fifteen minutes after lunch the next day which didn't last long enough to finish the meal since Deborah had spent most of it moving her leg along Martin's. Ironically Martin never had sex with Deborah which was simply because he had his share of it a short time after she had him in her panties or what he thought was her panties. Actually they would be his panties soon enough and he was still embarrassed by the short minutes of play that had left him so red faced. She was quite a women he thought after the reality of what he had done sunk in. She thought he was cute. A very pretty boy that surely had been told that by girls for most of his life and how sweet he would look in something more sugar and spice. Would he mind? It was a really big turn on for her. It would be just for fun. No harm in simply playing a little is there? She had teased him into those panties in no time and the slip hardly mattered once your wearing panties and after his little "accident" she promised him that the next time she wouldn't be nearly as aggressive. Some men, she said, were like that. That was the part that had embarrassed him most as he drove back to work. Or would have been. She had the dress from last Halloween and wouldn't he look cute as her little sissy? Did he like the feel of her panties? Then wait till she moved the slip over those? And wait till the dress moved over that slip and suddenly it was too late for Martin to perform once again. Deborah smiled then but not in front of him. It was disappointing of course she said once again but she understood she added and perhaps they could do this again and perhaps next time he might be able to wait a bit longer? Sandy nearly wet herself as she watched the video. She had never really believed Martin capable of doing what he was doi