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Mary Beth's Fantasies, Collection Two 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) Tiny Bubbles; 2) Bobby's New Do; 3) Judge Julie; 4) Dairy Queen; 5) Baby's Nurse; 6) Her Father Before Me; 7) The Giggle Gang 8) From The Desk Of. Tiny Bubbles By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford "Ready?" my aunt said knocking once before coming into my bedroom. I nodded fearing my voice would break if I tried to talk. "I wish I didn't have to do this but you bought it on yourself," my aunt added as she let me walk past. I'd watched her sew the little girlish bubble I'd be wearing as well as the diapers and plastic pants so this day was anticipated. I'd just hoped it would have taken longer to sew. "Masturbation is a perfectly healthy pastime for a boy your age and I don't have anything against THAT. I do object strongly to the use of my panties and those horrible magazines. Do you understand what I'm saying?" my aunt asked coming into my room four hours after I'd been sent there. I nodded. It was the second time she'd caught me using her panties in that way. It was the last time she had said ripping both the panties and the old men's magazine my uncle had stored in the garage from my hand. The first time she simply moved her mouth open and closed and never said a word about it. That second time was six weeks later and this time she did explode. I'd never seen her that mad. What scared me the most was in those few hours in between that conversation and the next when she came in and with a very sad voice said that she simply couldn't handle me and that I was going to have to return to the group home. She had tried and she was sorry and that was that. I'd begged nonstop for two hours. I'm made every promise I could make including one that said she could lock me in my room during the day and I would never say a word about it. It was that "lock me up" part that got my aunt to thinking. That and the cute little toddler girl's bubble she was creating for a friend at work. That nearly finished gift was sitting there next to one of that little girl's diapers and plastic pants she had borrowed for sizing. The diapers and plastic pants would certainly keep me from playing with myself my aunt had thought holding the light pink pair of baby pants in her hand and that bubble would make sure I was in them still till she got home. My aunt had been sewing for decades. She had been sewing since she was a little girl and she could stitch something together in record time most times and most times without a pattern. All she needed was an idea or a picture or a pattern example and walla. She was clear on what she was going to do and clear on what she would do if I refused. As bad as it sounded it wasn't nearly as bad as that smelly, noisy and cold group home I'd been in when my aunt rescued me. I nodded my head in agreement and did so twice more before my aunt was satisfied. When I objected and my only objection was her choice of making a "girl's" bubble and using pink for the baby pants was made she quietly noted after a slight pause that it was her turn to get even. She explained that getting even was because of the panties and that magazine. If I didn't have a problem continuing the exploitation of women by reading those disgusting magazines then she didn't have a problem, as a woman, exploiting me a little. Besides, she added, since I had such an attraction to her panties then it seemed perfectly logical that I might like being in frilly pinks for a time. It wasn't logical to me but I didn't breach the subject again. I did ask about having to wear a diaper for the entire day and not having access to a bathroom for that amount of time and gently hinted at the risk of some kind of rash if I happened to wet just after she left for work. That, she said, was easily taken care of by making "enough" diapers to have on hand and taking the time to come home in the afternoons and change me. It also hinted at how long my punishment would last but I did ask. "You'll be in these things for the same amount of time between this last time and that first time that I caught you." It had been six weeks between the two events. I'd be in a pink toddler's bubble covering diapers and plastic panties for six weeks I thought in anguish. An anguish that grew stronger as my new baby clothes came together. Watching a mom, grandma or an aunt make baby clothes is a kind of normal domestic scene. Watching an aunt sewing baby clothes for you isn't and some of it because I was the model for those things and standing there by her sewing machine having diaper material pulled around your waist was unnerving at best. More so when I stood with my legs spread while she checked the length of that first one. Although It was nothing to how I felt when she started working on the bubble. There were twelve diapers neatly folded in two piles because the thickness would have made one pile too high. There were four pairs of light pink plastic panties neatly folded next to those and over the next couple of days the bubble took shape. The accessories like baby powder, oil and, to my horror a pacifier, came the day she brought the material. She wasn't going to miss a trick I thought trying to ignore the sound of her machine over the next two days. "Done!" she said holding up the pink confection that nearly matched the one she had made for the real little girl. The only difference, besides size, was the way it would close around me. That little girl version had buttons around the crotch. Those buttons allowed a mommy to diaper her baby without taking the bubble off. Mine zipped from the small of my back to my neck and had no such buttons. It was also in two layers, one a shiny white "rip-stop" nylon under a pastel pink layer of taffeta. The rip-stop nylon would prevent me from tearing it off too easily and the taffeta would be noisy enough that I would think twice about going outside. There was little chance of that I thought regretting that day with my aunt's panties. I was about to regret it even more as my aunt began filling the top drawer of my dresser with the diapers and plastic pants. With the exception of that first day I was to be diapered in my room. That first day would be on her bed in honor of where I'd been when I'd been caught. It was also where her vanity was and she said she wanted me in a girlish environment since I had such an affinity for girl's clothes. I didn't but convincing her of that was simply an exercise. "Lay down BABY and powder yourself!" my aunt said nodding to the open hourglass shaped diaper laying in the middle of a large bath towel and baby powder she was holding. I did or had thought I did until she told me to add lots and lots of baby powder. I was going to be in that diaper for about five hours before I'd get changed she warned. I thought I'd used at least an eighth of the Johnson's Baby Powder canister before my aunt said, "That's better!" It was a "clinical" kind of diapering. I mean my aunt was very efficient at pinning me into it and just before she did so I found out what the pacifier was for when she said, "Here baby keep this in your mouth so you're quiet while I do this!" I did and would have kept my eyes closed the whole time till my aunt added, "NO, you watch me diaper you. I want you to see what it's like being dominated like those poor women are!" It was thick. Thicker than a blanket or towel. Much thicker and even though it was shaped in an hour glass to reduce the bulk between my legs it still had plenty of bulk. Too much bulk and it was clear even if I wanted to wear something over it like jeans I would never be able to. It was also pinned around me with pink bunny rabbet tipped diaper pins. I don't know why it bothered me but those diaper pins still showed through the semi-transparent pink plastic panties she slid over my feet and legs. Those panties were as noisy as the bubble I stepped into a moment later and the noise continued as she zipped the back to my neck. I wasn't surprised when the tiny lock was clicked at the top. It was one of those little golden locks that you sometimes see on luggage. Easily broken but strong enough to keep me from taking that bubble off. I was sealed in it when she was done and it was the first time since my ordeal started that she smiled. "Cute, very cute," was all she said as she walked around me. I thought it was over until she produced a shoe box and from that box a pair of little girl's shiny black strapped shoes. "Mary Jane" shoes she said handing me the first with a new pair of socks before adding with a smile. "Just in case you decide to go outside." I was angry by then but that look on her face made it clear that I needed to keep it to myself and I did as I pulled the socks on. She kissed me on the cheek after I'd finished with the second shoe and hurriedly told me to make tuna sandwiches before she got back at noon for lunch. She also told me to go ahead and have another diaper ready over that same towel but on my bed when she got there. She wouldn't have a lot of time to change me before she had to eat and get back to work. I nodded and closed the door behind her while standing behind that door. ***** I had another of my uncles magazines five minutes later. It was slightly more difficult with Satin, nylon, plastic and a thick diaper on but that's always been the nice thing about sex simply because it takes both the mind and the body to bring on a healthy climax. Surely, I thought, as I nursed the pacifier and found pleasure in the silken and noisy taffeta satin, that my aunt couldn't object to me doing this now. Oh she might hate the magazine still but she was probably right about that part of it as I opened the centerfold and moaned a little. Six whole weeks I suddenly thought as I closed my eyes....... The End Bobby's New Do By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford What are sissies made of? For boys, at least in the beginning, it's puppy dog tail and snails. That is if your to believe the fairy tail rhymes we are taught or better said conditioned with. Odd isn't it? That a sissy would actually start out that way. Actually the best (and most accurate) way to describe a sissy is to simply say he's anti puppy dog tails and snails and pro sugar and spice and everything nice. That would be how Bobby's mother would describe him and since it was some of her doing how could she not empathize with her son's first attempts at becoming her daughter. ******** Hair! That was the key to Ms. Sanford's future success. Actually it was learning to do hair that was the key and Bobby was as excited as his mother was when the state approved the funding that would allow Clair Sanford her new start in life. Looking back on it all it would be funny to discover that on the day that piece of mail was read it would turn out to be the first beginning steps of a budding young sissy. Clair began beauty collage two weeks later and Bobby began learning about girl stuff almost at the same time. "Shampoo and conditioners!" was the title of the second weeks classes and such things as pH as well as acids and bases was all mysteries to be solved and before long Bobby was leaning against a chair getting his hair shampooed and conditioned. Consider those first steps a sort of hint of things to come but the truth was Bobby liked his mother's attention and the way his hair smelled when it was done each night. Bobby's hair wasn't seriously long then but long enough and a hundred strokes with a soft but large brush became a routine. "Sets and perm!" followed and the first hint of Bobby becoming a sissy was that day he sat at the kitchen table getting his hair rolled in tissue and curlers. His mother noticed it but of course didn't say anything. He had her face and those soft full lips and large eyes with lashes to die for and looked anything but masculine or boyish as the curlers came out that night. For his sake she had used a set that would wash out so that he could go to school that next day and not pay the price for her studies. For her sake she did his hair again that afternoon and night. Soft flowing curls with bangs and his mother kept looking at her son wondering what the differences would be, that very night, if he was a girl. Bobby too was looking, but secretly, and if not wondering exactly the same thing as his mom he was wondering. What would be different if he was actually a girl rather than a boy. His friends for sure and some of his toys but in that mirror, on that night, it wasn't going to be the hair because his hair looked just like a girl's. It was only natural that he toyed with his mother's lipstick before quickly wiping the evidence of his breach into that world with tissue. It was only natural to be curious about the smell and taste of it besides how he had looked. Natural? You're going to want to argue at this point but don't bother. What is forbidden is often coveted and Bobby's father had forbidden any sort of femininity in his son. A short but painful spanking for not standing up to that bully, a verbal reprimand for crying after that fall and that day of restriction for playing with that damn girl and her doll were all elements of those forbidden things that boys simply didn't dare do. Only Bobby's father was gone and good riddance his mother often said. Ditto Bobby would echo. "Faces, shapes and styles!" was the most complex part of school curriculum and the most time Bobby spent with his hair done. His face was rounded slightly but that wasn't the reason for the various hairdos his mother experimented with. After several months it was clear both of them liked the exercises and very clear that Bobby liked the looks she was creating and to her surprise he was learning to do some of it himself. "What are you doing honey?" she asked coming into his room and finding him sitting at his desk in front of the mirror adding a small pink curler to the side of his hair. "What? Oh, this? I'm ... I was ... I was seeing what a light curl would look like ... I mean what it would do to my looks if I curled just the sides a little." Bobby said nervously moving the three makeup items under his binder. She caught the movement and saw the hint of her old compact she had just recently replaced and tossed. It didn't have much powder in it but enough and she almost walked up and rub his face where he had added too much blush. She didn't. Clearly he was already very nervous and she decided to simply smile and let it go. For now at least. "Well, I'm going to fix dinner. You hungry?" she asked casually. "Very!" he said watching his mother smile lightly before walking back out of his room and closing the door behind her. He retrieved his meager makeup items and began to play the instant the door closed and his mother went off to ponder what was happening. Her son wasn't a sissy by any stretch of the imagination but that little episode was clearly stretching her imagination. What to do about it filled most of her thoughts for that evening and his disappointment was obvious when she said that she didn't have any "live" homework for that night. It was the last week when she had played with his face after doing his hair. Just some minor cosmetics to practice some of the things she had learned herself and he had patiently sat there letting her do his face. She hadn't paid much attention at that time because it was wonderful having those evenings together and he seemed so interested when she came home to announce what her study plans were for that week or that night. Then it dawned on her that he didn't wash his face and she didn't even notice the pretty young boy moving about the house that night or those nights that followed. No wonder he was playing with her old makeup all of a sudden. It was her first conversation with her teacher and her concern was obvious. Ms. Jerkins only laughed making it seem worse till she said, "Your husband dominated you and your son and you told me yourself that you had little time with him and the times you did spend were closely guarded by his father. So, all of a sudden he's no longer around and your son is taking advantage of it. He's exploring all of those things he's been curious about and didn't dare explore before this. You've more or less given him permission by those acts to do what he's doing. The fact that he was so nervous and tried to hide those cosmetic items is simply a throwback to those times when his father was around." "So what do I do about it?" Jenny asked still showing a great deal of concern. "Well, I'd get him some fresh makeup and for the same reasons I made you girls toss yours. Some of it can be a breeding ground for germs," Ms. Jerkins said. "Your telling me to go and buy my son makeup. Wouldn't that encourage him?" Jenny asked. "Of course it would. But look at it a different way. It would give him a sense of comfort that what he's doing is ok as well." Carol Jerkins said smiling at the confusion on her student's face. "But I'll be turning him into a sissy!" she said aghast at the thought of it but just as fascinated a second later. "Sissy? Now let's stop there and look at that term for a second. Webster says that a sissy is an effeminate male and a coward. Ever wonder why there is no counter word for Tomboy? NO, you haven't so don't answer. It's the same old stuff. Boys are puppy dog tails and snails and girls are sugar and spice and dare the boy that might want to be a little sugar and spice. So turning him into a sissy isn't what you should worry about but teaching him that he can be a little sugar and spice is OK." Carol said folding her arms to give Jenny a moment to think on it. "But what if he want's to wear a dress or something?" Jenny suddenly said with a touch of panic in her voice. "I'll but you dollars to donuts that is exactly what's going to happen if it hasn't already," Carol said. "WHAT?" Jenny said in a full fledged panic. "Look, do you like wearing a pair of panties and a slip or that silky nightgown to bed?" Jenny asked. "I hadn't much thought about it but I'd say yes since you asked. "Every wonder why?" Carol asked but added before Jenny could answer, "And don't say it's because you're a girl!" "Well, that's what I was going to say but it's because it's silky I suppose or pretty would be another reason or sensuous for that matter." Jenny said after searching some of the reason she hadn't pondered before. "Ever wonder why boys love cotton and not silk?" Carol asked. "Yes, why is that?" Jenny asked. "They don't! They've been taught that it's SISSY to like silky things. It's not what boys wear. Boys are rough and tumble and dirty and fight and spit and etc. etc. etc. Bunk! I'm telling you right now that there isn't a boy in the world that wouldn't like wearing something silky. Maybe even pretty and a few wouldn't mind being a little sensuous," Jenny said with a wink. ***** "But what if he ... Well, you know. If he likes being a girl and ..." Jenny said as she hesitated between words. "You mean what if you make him gay or what if he becomes gay?" Carol said. "Yes," Jenny said feeling a little dizzy all of a sudden. "You don't make a boy or for that matter a girl gay. Sweets there are enough studies by now to prove that in spite of what the idiots are saying. That's the way he's born and if he's born that way well, you deal with it." Carol said patting her arm. "But I could make him want to be a girl!" Jenny said thinking she knew at least that much. "No, you can't do that either. If he is a transsexual he's born that way as well. The best you can hope for or take the blame for is that you might give him a great sense of femininity and if that's scaring you imagine what that turd of a husband would have been like with a few womanly qualities. I mean wouldn't it be nice if he took a bath before climbing into bed after a hard days work or shaved before kissing you or slipped into one of your nightgowns and got excited enough to play most of the night or be brave enough so that he could go into a store and buy you a delightfully sexy nightgown for you to play in? Which of those would be too terrible to comprehend?" Carol asked. "None of them?" Jenny said. "None of them. So go out and buy that boy his own cosmetics and tell him your worried about germs and sharing yours and that you need to practice on somebody and he's the only partner you've got and trust me you light up his face like a tree full of bulbs." Carol said as she turned to greet Jenny's other class mates. ***** "What's all this?" Bobby asked looking at the bag of cosmetics his mother had just dumped on the table. "I got in trouble last night!" his mother said as she pulled a light pink flowery cosmetic pouch from another bag. "For what?" Bobby asked. "For using my makeup on you for practice. That's a big no no! I might have a cold and the eyes are very sensitive to germs and you could be picking up germs when I did your lashes. So, when we practice you can use this stuff and before you say anything they didn't have a cosmetic bag in a soccer motif!" Jenny said watching the reaction to her sons face and smiled as his smile grew. Or did until he realized he was smiling and that she was watching. "Oh!" was all he could say or dare say. "Well, I'm not going to spend my evening tearing open those damn sealed packages so why don't you get that stuff into the bag and get that table cleared while I make dinner," Jenny said almost giddy as her son deftly handled the things she had purchased. He looked the way he would on Christmas morning. How odd that she would feel so good by giving her son the same sorts of things she had once gotten from her mother and her mother would kill her if she knew. It was hard not to look directly at Bobby as he carefully opened the plastic on the blush, shadow, lip liners, mascara, eye liner and the other basic things he was carefully setting in the large satiny bag. It reminded her of last Christmas and wouldn't her husband love watching this scene. "Some of that I haven't used yet. I mean I use it but not for school so what say we sit here and I put you through the basics just so you know what everything is for. At least this way when I ask you for something you'll know what it is. It's how my mother taught me when I was your age." Jenny said tossing in the last as a sort of hint that if he wanted to be more like a girl it was ok with her. It was more than ok she realized as she shopped that afternoon. It was the best of both worlds in a way and she would have to talk with Carol about that. Meanwhile she smiled again as her son picked up the liquid foundation that she favored. "Is this it?" Bobby asked as he fished through his knew bag of feminine items trying desperately to hide the slight trimmer in his hand. "That's it Sweets. Now go moisten that sponge and I'll show you how to apply it," Jenny said. If he had asked to wear a dress when they were done she would have jumped into the car in an instant. He was adorable. As pretty as any girl she could imagine and as delighted, when he thought she wasn't looking, as she was as a young girl that first time she sat and tried on makeup. She thought of a dozen reasons to leave the room so he could look at himself and another few so he could get up and go either to the bathroom or to his room - where ever there was a mirror and she decided then to experiment as she said, "Mind leaving it on till bedtime. I want to see what I might do differently." "No!" Bobby said too quickly and then added, "I don't mind. I mean if feels weird but that's because it's all new, right?" "I felt the same way," his mother said. He had sat there patiently listening to every word. She would do one side and he would do the other and he was as delicate as could be applying the foundation and powder. He had been nearly expert at doing his eye liner and she could learn a few things about that she thought with a smile as she wondered how long he had been practicing. The blush was a bit little girlish but cute and she didn't change it after he brushed it over the apple of his cheeks. She was slightly nervous as the face of her son transformed over that hour into the face of her daughter and for a moment, just for a moment she wondered what it would have been like to have that daughter she once had dreamed of. Then she smiled to herself again because, in a way she did have that daughter she had dreamed of. Not a girl but a sissy boy and for the first time that word didn't scare her. Actually she used the word that Carol had and hugged her little Janeboy before he went off to bed all freshly scrubbed. ***** It was while she was at work that it came to her. That light pink nightgown she sometimes wore was missing. It hadn't dawned on her that Bobby might have taken it till now. She wasn't quick on laundry or sorting or for that matter ironing and it could be in any one of those piles that never shrank. She would check first but she couldn't remember the last time she had seen it. What to do if Bobby did have was another matter entirely. "So now what?" Jenny asked of Carol after telling her what she had found. "Well, as my ex would say, 'now is the time to step up to the plate and punt.' You're not going to know what his depth is until you bring it out in the open," Carol said after telling her prized student that she wasn't surprised. "OK, I'm stepping up to the plate. So how do I bunt?" Jenny asked. "You can either gather up some of your old things and toss them on the bed and tell him to stop wearing your good stuff which wouldn't be very cool or you can simply go out and shop for a couple of things and by way of acceptance simply tell him that the new things are more appropriate for a child his age," Carol said. "You make it sound so easy!" Jenny said in frustration. "Honey, it is easy. I mean he's wearing that stuff and all you've done or are going to do, is leave the door open. Now all you've got to do is turn the light on and let him come out as it were. Whatever he is he's going to either tell you about it or let you see it. If he isn't a cross dresser or a transsexual he's going to leave that stuff alone. If it's just curiosity it's going to wear off soon enough. If it's just a little fetish, and it might be, then you may not need to buy him any more dresses," Carol said laughing at the look on Jenny's face. It was typical of a little girl's first party dress. That's also what she told the women that stepped up to help. She, her niece, was coming out or rather she was going out Jenny had said correcting her slight slip of the tongue. She was telling the woman that she had a niece that didn't have a really pretty dress to wear and needed one and the rest was one of the most exciting afternoons she had ever had. The only part that made her nervous was buying the panties. Although she had found that light pink pair neatly folded with her nightgown and simply assumed that Bobby had taken them because they matched. It was a lame reason for giving your son a girl's wardrobe to wear but Carol had said that any reason would be reason enough and that afternoon when Bobby came in from the bus stop she said, "Well kiddo, I'm graduating Friday and tonight it my dress rehearsal so that means the whole nine yards." Bobby smiled at that. It mean a pedicure, manicure, facial, hair and makeup and he was giddy as he said, "Oh, that's right!" "Right but with a slight twist. Look, I know this might be a little odd but I've really put your through the paces these past months and you've been a great sport about it but I want to do one more thing before it's over," Jenny said feeling as nervous as a school girl as she added, "What's say we go 'all the way'?" "What do you mean?" Bobby asked. "Well, I mean while I'm out getting pizza for dinner and a couple of litters of soda, you go into your room and try on a couple of things I've taken a big risk in buying and we take this occasion to celebrate and satisfy our curiosity a little. I mean if you don't mind. Big IF I know but I would sure be curious to know what you look like as a girl," Jenny said hardly getting the words out and suddenly worried that she had. She wanted to call the whole thing off. Call the whole thing off and hide what she had laying on her son's bed but it was too late and she just as suddenly realized that she might be doing the right thing. "You mean a dress?" Bobby said with surprise and added, "You want me to wear a dress?" "You don't have to Sweets. It's just that for the past few months now I've looked at a very handsome boy transformed into a very pretty girl and I was just curious about the rest of it. It's stupid I know and I'm sorry." Jenny said feeling extremely guilty all of a sudden. "NO. I mean no, I don't mind. I mean if you want me to that's ok. It ... I ... I've been kind of curious myself. I mean a little!" Bobby said stammering and stuttering the words out. It was clear she had done the right thing if the eyes were truly windows into the soul. His sparkled and when they had reached an uncomfortable moment Jennifer said, "Well, go ahead then and I'll order our dinner." He was off the instant she picked up the phone and she dialed with a finger that shook as much as the rest of her waiting for the scream from the room. A boys scream and a "NO WAY" that would follow it but nothing happened. There was no sound at all and that seemed worse so she tested the waters as she stood on the other side of the closed doors and asked, "Honey, you want extra cheese on the pizza?" Bobby was still standing in front of his bed looking between the things neatly arrayed on the spread and the dress hanging on the door. He had walked in and stopped and rubbed his eyes and rubbed them again. The dress was a mixture of satin and chiffon and bellowed outward from the skirts laying against the closet door. They covered the door and there was a petticoat to be worn under that as well. A large but delicate slip that was laying across spread raising a good foot up from the slips that were sewn into the top. Pink and white and delicate and feminine and silky and finally very noisy when he touched the skirt of the dress. "Taffeta," he whispered. His mother knocked once startling him into asking what and he dropped the panties the instant he heard her voice and when she repeated the question he just got out the words, "extra cheese would be fine." He had added that it would be great but it came out as a whisper and he wasn't sure if he'd said it or just thought it. His mother was standing near the pick-up window looking at her watch. She hadn't ordered the pizza on the phone wanting to give her son as much time as she could to do what he wanted to do or not want to do. She fully expected to see him standing either in the kitchen or living room not dressed and kicked herself for spending the money she had spent. She was also hoping that she'd find him dressed and nervously held the image that she'd formed when she saw that delightfully pretty little dress she had decided on. It had struck her that she was buying a dress for her son and struck her again that if he was her daughter she would be delighted to be buying that dress for her little girl and it struck her a third time that she was delighted in any case. Three strikes and your out! She whispered as she waited for her pizza. Meanwhile her son Bobby came out of a very short shower smelling very much like a girl and wondering if his mother would know he had used her perfumed liquid soap. It was the longest time ever that he had taken to pull on the delicate pink panties and it was funny because he had no problem wearing the ones he had taken from his mother. Although those he had swiped in secret and these had been given to him. Pink and lightly laced around the legs and just holding them made him feel faint. Wearing them almost sent him over the edge and the only reason he quickly got into the slip was that he was afraid he's stain these just as quickly as he had those others. The young man slipping the pizza into the take-out box was pretty Jenny thought as she looked at his face and quickly determined what hair style would work and how he'd look in makeup. She had been doing that a lot and most of it for men as she went about her business and that was so odd but clearly connected to her son. "My Janeboy!" she said out loud. "Excuse me ma'am?" The young man asked. "What? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking out loud. What do I owe?" Jenny said as she opened her purse. ***** At that same moment Bobby was opening his purse as well. It held some of the same things he had in his cosmetic bag and he smiled at the word cosmetic bag as he clipped the small pink purse closed without talking anything out. He was just getting into his dress as his mother walked out of the pizza parlor. It swished. That dress swished and the sound made his face blush and left him slightly dizzy and the only reason he didn't faint dead away was that he was sitting with his head down strapping on a new pair of Mary Jane shoes. The lacy socks and those shoes could only be seen if he pushed the skirts and slips against himself or looked in the mirror and the only safe way was the mirror. When his mother got home he was standing just behind the door too terrified to even speak. His mother had been warned about that. Bobby had grown up like most boys and had a whole list of taboos that forbid him from even considering that he liked it or that it was wonderful to be so prissy at that moment and his mother had been counseled by Carol about that very thing. So she spoke and said, "Honey, the pizza is here. Come on and let's eat before we do your hair and face." She kept her voice calm although she didn't feel calm and when the knob turned so did her stomach. The best she could muster in those few seconds was a gasp and that was cut off with her hands. She or rather he and she corrected herself again mentally by thinking "she" was adorable. She was everything she hoped for and suddenly realized just how much she was hoping her son would do exactly what he had done. None of the images helped and she was taken completely by surprise and said so and between kisses and hugs the tension slipped away. He was still as nervous as a cat in a kennel full of dogs and so was Jenny but they compensated the obvious by making small talk and the first thing was the bright white pinafore he would wear over the dress while he ate. She had wanted to do his face and hair first and then help him dress but eating was a perfectly normal thing to do and would give them each time to settle into what was happening. "Did everything fit?" His mother asked as she slid the pizza cutter along the cuts. "Perfectly!" Bobby said watching his mother's hands and not looking at her face. "Well, you look lovely and we haven't even done your hair or face yet," Jenny said. Bobby blushed anew and quietly watched as his mother served him a slice of pizza. That too was a normal sort of thing and she regretted pizza but it was Bobby's favorite food and right now it was the best thing to be doing. Only she noticed that he didn't pick the slice up and was slightly relieved over that and hid the smile she had when he cut a bite with a knife before picking it up with a fork. A girl would do that she thought as she touched cheek gently. A prissy girl that is. "It's kind of neat isn't it? Dressing in frilly things!" his mother said remembering her first prissy little dress and how she felt. "It feels odd," Bobby said after chewing a little. "Odd good or odd bad?" his mother asked. "Odd good!" Bobby said with no hesitation. By the time they were finished and Bobby had only eaten that one slice and half of another the atmosphere was almost calm and the suggestion to do his hair was another step in that process. She was going to do his face but decided to let him do it and all he really needed for his hair were some moist curlers that took less than ten minutes. The face took longer but it would she thought. That was another girl thing. You could take five minutes or less to do your face for work or to shop but in that dress? An hour wouldn't be enough for her sometimes and she gave Bobby all the time he needed. It was worth it. There was no trace of the boy at the end and she admired both his skill and his looks when he straightened back up from the makeup mirror. "How about pictures?" His mother asked. "Pictures?" Bobby said with some amount of hesitation. "Pictures. You didn't think I'd spend this kind of money and not take pictures did you. It's just for us if that's what your worried about," Jenny said. She took two rolls. Some of Bobby cleaning the kitchen, some back at the table pretending to do his makeup and some of him brushing out the soft curls he now had after the curlers had been removed. He was far more relaxed as Jenny guided him from one room to the next and from pose to pose. "No, hold the skirt out as if your doing a curtsy. Surely you've practiced curtsies at least once?" His mother would say and Bobby would blush and do a perfect curtsey. He had. Yes he had she thought and wondered how many times he had practiced and in what dresses he had practiced in. The conversation was loose and questions evenly spaced so it didn't seem to be a grilling and before long she understood that she was the proud mother of a cross dresser and where that would take them wasn't clear but it was clear that he liked what he was doing. For Bobby it was a dream come true had he ever dared dream such a dream. Or was until the door bell rang. Bobby looked like he was shot from a cannon and was in his room a few seconds after that first ring and when Jenny did open the door she did so carefully even though Bobby was no longer in the room. "Hey, I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by," Carol said after the door opened enough. Jenny looked concerned and back towards Bobby's room and Carol caught it and asked, "So I take it your young lady is out then?" Jenny shook her head and said, "He was." Carol looked at Jenny and smiled and nodded and more or less pushed her way past but stood by the door to let another young lady in and Jenny was about to ask both to leave, with an explanation, when Carol said, "I thought tonight would be a good night for Bobby to meet my son Donald." It caught Jenny so far off base that she simply stood there still holding the door without a clue on what to do or say next. She didn't even know that Carol had a child, let alone a son and not a hint that he might be dressing as a girl until Jenny realized that she had been given all the hints in the world. "Now I know why you know so much about this stuff," Jenny said as the light bulb went off. "Well, this I'm afraid is only the half of it!" Carol said as she reached out and moved a lock of hair from the pretty girl still quietly standing there smiling. "Which? what? Half? I'm not sure I can take any more surprises," Jenny said. "Then why don't we wait and I can explain how Donald's father is now his mother and that I'm happily teaching as a women!" Carol said. Jenny sat down within a moment of that and just looked at the two ladies or men or whatever as they stood with their smiles on their faces. "I'm dying of thirst and I'd love to see Bobby and introduce our young ladies so if you'll point to the kitchen I'll just move things along. OK?" Carol said. Jenny nodded yes but her face hadn't changed as she more or less asked, "How, when, did you ... Is it ... Are you a ... This is insane. No, I've gone mad haven't I?" "Hello Alice and welcome to Wonderland!" Carol said. ***** Carol returned handing her son or rather his daughter or was it her and her daughter a small glass of water as Carol took a sip of hers before she said, "Long story and I'm thinking your the only one not dressed so why not slip into something feminine to match us while I coax your son out and perhaps over an ice cream I can give you all of the wonderful details." Jenny looked at her as if she was insane and said, "Take Bobby out the way he's dressed?" "Is he that ugly?" Carol said. "NO! I'll have you know he's very pretty and just as pretty as ... Well, he's adorable but I don't think he'll even come out of his room let alone step out of the house," Jenny said. "Really. And here I thought it might be a dream of his. Tell you what we do. Why not let my Donna, that's my son's girl name, go in and talk with Bobbie and I spell that with an i.e. while I help you overcome your imminent panic attack," Coral said. Jenny pointed to the room and Donna the pretty little girl walked down the hall as Carol moved to the couch next to Jenny. It was thirty minutes later and Jenny was over the risk of an attack and surprised to see her son holding his new purse standing there with Donna. "Ready?" Carol asked and both girls or boys or girls as Jenny tried to sort it out nodded yes. They were all standing there when Jenny returned wearing her white lace dress and short heals and sporting a large hair bow that Carol said made her look slightly prissy herself. Post Script It wasn't your classic match made in heaven sort of thing because both brides were wearing dresses that made it impossible for them to stand very close and it wasn't any easier for the two adorable flower girls either considering that the petticoats alone were five layers of silks and taffeta and netting; but they had arrived in a stretch lemo and there was plenty of room there and at the alter. There was plenty of room in their closets as well since the house had been built with four girls in mind which, coincidentally included four full baths and plenty of mirrors. That night in the ice cream parlor began the romance that ended in marriage and it was still a foggy set of events as far as Jenny was concerned. Her son had been nervous all the way but it was obvious that he wanted to do exactly what they were doing and doing so with another Janegirl was exactly the right thing to do. "Do I have to go back to being a boy?" Bobbie had asked after Jenny had lightly coaxed him into the nightgown he had hidden. Jenny wasn't sure how to answer that question and fell back on Carol that very next day when Jenny realized it hadn't been a dream. It wasn't complicated at all and the paper work began within two days of that question. Bobby could not have a sex change until her eighteenth birthday but it didn't matter Carol pointed out that night that she and Jenny made love as man and women. Jenny started working for Carol right after her graduation and both Bobbie and Donna began working part time soon after. Bobbie was going to be a beautician like his mother and Donna was going to continue on in school to become an engineer and both girls acted like sisters within days of that first night. Fortunately Bobbie didn't have to go back into pants given the wardrobe Donna had and home study kept a lot of the issues on the back burner in those first few months. Jenny was a little concerned about the diapers that day she came home to find her son laying on the living room floor nursing a baby's bottle dressed as a baby but she had become empathetic over Donna's plight when that little secret about her bed wetting came out. So many things had come out in those first few weeks that it was hard to keep things straight and when Carol did ask Jenny to marry her it was no, yes and maybe for a time. How odd that other world looked now Jenny thought as she pinned Bobbie into her night time diaper right after pinning her sister into hers. Of course she still had to deal with the world and Martin's mother was one of those things that sometimes came up. That woman was furious after finding her boy running around in the back yard dressed as a little girl but Jenny knew all about that and she knew that Martin was destined to be a girl, by some degree, the day he picked up one of Bobbie's dolls. It made Jenny smile because there was nothing like experience to help someone past these things as she said, "Mom, do you remember that first time you wore makeup? The End Judge Julie By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford "And look at who we have here? Mr. Sanford! And I see that we've up and gone potty in public once again. Well Martin, third times the charm isn't it? I'm afraid what you mother failed to do has now been left up to the courts. Up to me actually and your certainly aware of the sentence I could impose since you are already on probation ... for the second time no less. Tsk tsk. Now what am I going to do with you? ..." ... Perhaps eighteen months in county would serve a useful purpose here but to be honest I don't think so. Although something certainly has to be done. Doesn't it? Tell you what, I will suspend your jail sentence and allow you to continue on with your probation but I'm going to add an additional two hundred hours of community service. ..." "... Unfortunately that doesn't protect the public or its property so I further stipulate by an order of this court, and this will be under close supervision, that you be put back into diapers ..." "... Yes, I think this will work. You will be put back into diapers and you will remain diapered for the balance of your probation. Perhaps after a time you'll begin to develop into the adult I'm sure your capable of being. Next case!" Judge Julie said as her gavel came down. I stood standing at the table in silence but the gallery was still murmuring and giggling. Ms. Evens, my court appointed attorney nudged my elbow as she said, "You got off lucky! This way, we've got to meet with the clerk." "Lucky?" I said in a daze and added in anger, Lucky? She just sentenced me to eighteen months in diapers. You call that lucky?" ***** Eighteen months in diapers and I would be paying for the diapers. I would be paying for diapers, diaper pins, plastic panties, baby powder and the small silver seals that the woman looking over my papers said would be applied to the onesie I'd be wearing over my diapers and "baby pants". Those little silver seals applied at the back of the neck when it was zipped up would ensure that I wasn't taking my diapers off like a bad little boy might that clerk said with a smile noting that if I tried to undo myself the seal would be broken. "If that seal should be broken?" She said handing me a copy of the courts ruling and then adding, "You could get punished like the naughty little boy that you are." ***** I was nineteen years old and I don't even remember urinating but the police did. The police did and so did the woman who testified. That woman that had watched me do so as she dialed 911. Lewd and lascivious conduct, public indecency and urinating in public were the charges filed against me and for the third time. The first time I paid fifty dollars, the second I was put on a years probation and now this. "Perhaps you should give up parties and simply spend more time studying?" The clerk said as she pointed to where I needed to sign. I would surrender to the public health nurse each morning promptly at eight. Then any time during the day as the need arose up until eight o'clock that evening to be changed just like a baby only I'd have to go to mommy the clerk said smiling. At eight, mommy or rather the nurse the clerk corrected herself, would diaper me for the remainder of the night. When I said that twelve hours in a diaper was far too long the woman, explaining the terms of my sentence, didn't bat an eye but simply said, "You'll be wearing night diapers with a soaker from eight o'clock on. They are very thick so baby can wet a lot." I nearly cried as I signed my name to the official looking document that my attorney had to witness. "I'll meet you at the door in an hour!" my attorney said referring to the other part of the instructions that said I would be buying my own diapers and plastic panties. I had to purchase what the lady laughingly called a layette which would be the basics for a new born baby or in my case the minimum amount of diapers and accessories for someone my size. That woman had estimated I'd need at least six changes a day, perhaps four if I watched myself and that meant at least two dozen and as many as four dozen diapers. She also cautioned me on drinking too much beer at night since that might cause me to exceed the capacity of my diapers even with soakers. She was smiling when she made that suggestion as well. Four dozen diapers and depending on how messy I was at least three pair of baby pants a day besides. She actually called them baby pants and I was furious as I waited for my Xerox copy. It went down hill from there when I walked up to the front door of the Mommy's and Baby's Emporium and saw my attorney as well as the health nurse. "Mr. Martin, I'm Nurse Carter, Sandy since you and I are going to become somewhat intimate in a manner of speaking. I'll be supervising your layette by request of Judge Julie," the woman said turning to hold the door open for me. I had a nineteen inch waist and she told me that I was very lucky because that would put me right at the edge of a cubby toddler and that meant I could buy diapers for about half of what an adult would pay for theirs. Although I didn't feel lucky as the sales lady pointed to the section called "Toddler Town". "Excuse me?" the woman that walked up to the three of us said after Nurse Sandy told her that I was going back into diapers. That's how she put it before telling the woman that she was there to supervise this whole thing while mentioning that layette stuff again. The woman was surprised and amused and didn't bother to hide either of those emotions as she walked over to the diapers first and said, "Normally I'd suggest to the mother that she pin the baby in one of these before she purchase them," Nurse Sandy smiled at that and to my surprise and additional humiliation said that she didn't see any reason why she couldn't do that. I felt like I was on fire when the woman pointed to the pink and blue curtains at the side of the store telling Sandy that the baby stations were in there and that she could use the bench for me since I was slightly larger that most of the babies she saw. She said this while handing Sandy a diaper sealed with paper tape that she said was a sample. Sandy nodded towards the door and I was watched with a curious look by a woman coming out with her toddler son as we walked past. She saw Sandy holding the diaper and two diaper pins. She smiled. I wanted to run and never stop. I should have run as Sandy said, "Go on and strip and let's see if this diaper is going to fit." I did and a moment later was laying naked from the waist down on the pink and blue bench set in the wall opposite the baby changing station. Naked and laying over the diaper that Sandy pulled between my legs before pinning first one side and then the other before she added, "Stand up and let me see how they do when they bunch up." It was exactly at that moment that another woman came in holding a baby in one arm and a toddler in the other and there I was in a tee-shirt, socks and tennis shoes and that diaper with Sandy on her one knee tugging the sides out. The look on that woman's face said it all as she quickly turned around and left. The sales woman was next and apologized saying that she didn't see that woman until it was too late and when she said the word late it tapered off as she smiled. She was looking at the diaper Sandy had pinned me into and almost in a whisper said, "Cute!" She caught herself, stopped smiling a little and added, "That's a size five if you can believe that. He could fit in almost everything we have out there if his torso wasn't so long. You did say that you want to fit him with the onesie as well right?" the woman said never taking her eyes off the diaper. "Yes. I want the type that zips up the back," Sandy said as she stood. I was standing in just the diaper when Sandy walked out to fetch the baby pants and all the while hoping that no other women would walk in on me wishing she hadn't taken my pants to use as a guide for the plastic panties. At least that's what she said and I suspected otherwise. "Here, let's try these," Sandy said returning with several pair of baby pants and all of them pink. "I'm not wearing pink!" I said stepping back until my leg touched the bench. "It's all the colors they have at the moment. You either wear these or I dial the judge and report you in violation and that's that!" Sandy said suddenly sounding like a very angry mom before adding, "Do you think I want to be here diapering some adult that can't urinate in a public bathroom. Now step into these and be quiet!" It took me a second to gather my composure and another to actually lift a foot but I did fearing jail far more than a pair of pink plastic baby pants. Of course I didn't know that Sandy had asked for pink and that the woman, after Sandy explained what was going on, gladly emptied the shelf of the powder blue and white ones. At least until I left. She did the same with the onesie while Sandy was helping me into the baby pants and Sandy was taking her sweet time as she pulled them up along my legs before stretching them over the diaper. "How's that?" she asked running a finger inside of the legs of the plastic panties - slowly. "Can we just get this over with? Please!" I asked almost begging. Sandy nodded as she stood again and left once more as she handed me my pants but said not to put them on until she got the onesie on me. She returned with what looked like a little girl's slip and that too was all that they had Sandy had said. Actually it was a nylon romper style step in slip for girl's in a Young Miss according to the tag and the only thing that would fit me according to Sandy who actually apologized. I didn't care any more and I said so and added that all I wanted to do was get the hell out of there. I was also wondering where my attorney was and why she wasn't doing anything. I would discover that she was outside getting hit on by some guy who was walking out with a small toddler daughter that had custody every other week. They were working on a future date and I was being humiliated. Meanwhile I was stepping into a girl's romper made of nylon that a girl not too much shorter than me would wear under a dress and praying silently that no one would come in till the lace around the legs were covered. My tee- shirt would cover the small pink bow at the neckline and before I put it on Sandy applied the seal over the buttons at the neck. It was over I thought as I stepped into my jeans only to discover that they wouldn't come close to fitting over the bulk of the diapers and the panic set in a few seconds later as I said, "Now what?" This was just a regular diaper and plastic pants and I couldn't cover it. The best that the woman could come up with were a lavender pair of grammar school girl, size cubby long overalls with Winnie The Poo smiling from the pocket. I wanted to cry right there. I wanted to fall on my bottom and kick my feet and cry and almost was by the time Sandy had let the straps out so they would fit in the length. I thought when that woman saw me in the diaper that I'd just went through the most humiliating moments of my life but it wasn't even close as I looked at the long mirror by the girl's dresses when I gathered up the courage to finally walk out of that diaper changing room. And that same woman, who was standing there looking at dresses who had seen me walking in to be diapered, looked up and saw me she nearly fainted dead away. It was exactly how I felt. I was nineteen and dressed like a six year old girl except for the diapers. A six year old doesn't wear diapers I thought to myself as the sales lady spent a few moments whispering to the woman holding the little girl. "Serves you right you, you sissy!" the woman said walking past me as I stood there. "I had to tell her something!" the sales lady said smiling apologetically. I was becoming numb from the whole experience and still had to stand there while Sandy and the sales lady went through the items I'd need. Diapers baby pants in pink and four more of those satiny rompers with the delicate pink ribbon threaded through the tiny lace in the same pink for the bow that showed through my tee-shirt. Sandy had lied. She said she didn't because she didn't think it would show. But it had. It did. If I'd seen it. Thankfully I hadn't noticed that the ribbon and bow could be seen. But that didn't matter because a young man in light lavender overalls with Winnie The Poo peeking from the pocket was more than enough reason for women to look and smile. Especially while we stood in line with the beginnings of my layette. Diapers with the name brand Baby Puffs and pink plastic panties in packages with the Gerber baby on them was more than enough to make people curious. It made some of the children there just as curious and unfortunately children hadn't learned to be tactful as one little girl called out from two isles over, "Mommy look, that man has the same overalls that grandma bought me! Mommy why is he dressed like a little girl?" "I don't know Sweets. Now stop looking. It's impolitic! Besides, he doesn't know he's a boy or an adult," the mother said turning her daughters head. It was the only pair of eyes not looking at me as the woman at the register scanned the items in our cart. I wasn't looking at anyone but I heard over the loud speaker, "Price check on Girl's Winnie The Poo overalls." I wanted to punch her and the manager that came over and asked what the size was after getting over the shock of seeing me in them. ***** Post Script ***** Sandy wondered how long it would take for her to get me into ruffled panties and a dress, guessing not long after I'd meekly stepped into the pink baby pants, and she smiled as she looked at the dresses along the rack. Sandy called her sister right after I took a round about way back to the campus to find those overalls I'd purchased for the picnic. "Hey sis!" Sandy said. "Hey back!" Judge Julie said and added, "So how was it?" "He's adorable!" Sandy said. "Told you!" Julie said knowing her sister's taste for such things. "Thanks!" Sandy said happily before hanging up. Meanwhile I'd made it to my room and only a dozen or so people saw me but no one I knew thank the stars. It was there, in the quiet and alone that I began rubbing the onesie over the baby pants and it was a few minutes later that I was dreaming of a little satin dress and a mothers breast. The End Dairy Queen By Mary Beth (Elisabeth) Sanford They had me dead to rights and I knew it. Only they didn't and I knew that as well. So I did the only thing a prisoner can do when the jailers keep leaving the jail door unlocked and locked it. I mean once Clair started dressing me as one of her boys I couldn't help myself. ***** I'd run for two days and nights only stopping because I was starved, tired and cold and there was a pie and fresh bread in the window that I began smelling fifteen minutes before I saw the farm house. Nearly all of the bread and half of the pie was gone before I left to make it back into the hills before anyone saw me. I was almost into the stand of trees when a slow and careful voice said, "That there loaf of fresh bread and sugar topped apple pie was for my supper!" He didn't have a gun or stick but this giant stretching the tee-shirt and oversize overalls he was wearing didn't need one and when he said I needed to come back to his house I led like I was tied to him. He didn't sound mad but I wasn't about to see if that was just the way he sounded and as we neared he called out, "Mother! I found that boy that took your bread and pie!" And it wasn't hard to see where he got his size from when the woman came to the screen door wiping her hands on her apron. "You want to tell me why you took and ate all of my fresh baked bread and a good portion of that pie?" She said pushing the screen open with a squeak that a little WD40 would have stopped in an instant. "I was hungry ma'am. Honest, I wouldn't have taken it if I wasn't. I'm sorry," I said dropping my eyes hoping that my mannerisms and voice and what I said would be enough before adding, "Please ma'am don't call the police. I'll pay you back?" "Don't got no phone. Never did like them. Can't trust a voice without a face behind it. Don't trust the police either. Old Sheriff Pots is as crooked as his father was. As for paying for what you took, a few days in my barn and pig sty should just about cover those things and the stuff you'll have for dinner. You understand me?" she said holding the screen door open that gave the giant behind me a hint that I was to go inside because he gently nudged me. I lied a little. Telling her I'd run from my step dad because I was tried of getting beat sounded a lot better than cutting loose from the County Juvenile Ranch I'd spent two days and nights putting behind me. I wasn't sure she bought it or not because her face never changed even a tiny bit as I rambled on and when I stopped all she said was, "Well folks around here earn what they eat and your in the rears about eight hours work the way I figure it and you'll be behind another day or so by the time you fill up with dinner so you go with Cid there and get washed up and I'll find some clean clothes for you to wear." Cid it turned out was her youngest boy. Four others had already gone off as adults to places Cid wasn't sure of and I began guessing that Cid wasn't playing with a full basket of eggs when he talked. He would think for a moment then speak slowly and carefully and stop. He also said, as both he and I carried two buckets of water each, into the house that only the youngest and mother took baths inside. We made four trips before the tub had enough water and two of the buckets were heated in a giant copper tea pot before it was poured into the old free standing copper tub. They didn't have "no electricity" as Cid put it. They didn't need it his mother said coming in to pour the hot water into the tub before I got into it. I was guessing that the house was exactly the way it was when it was first built and they lived pretty much the same for all of that time as well but I was glad of the bath and still hungry when I began to smell supper. "Cid was always too big so you can wear Little John John's things," the woman said coming in as free as you please with me still in the tub. "That's a dress ma'am!" I said hoping she was just as slow as her boy Cid and hadn't noticed I was a boy. "This was John John's favorite!" she said like I'd mentioned it as a complement or something. "I mean that's a girl's dress?" I said hoping that the word girl might make a difference. "He always liked the frills more than his brothers did," she said draping the dress and long lacy slip over a wooden rack. "Boys don't wear dresses ma'am?" I said as carefully as I could thinking she was actually even slower than her boy Cid. "How old are you?" she asked standing there neatly hanging the hat above the dress. "I'm ten ma'am," I said. The county was looking for a sixteen year old and the one big advantage I had was that I didn't look it. So I lied a little. No one would hurt a ten year old. "Then you got three years before your mother breaches you and I ain't about to do that without her permission. And since she ain't here then I guess you'll be wearing them things and liking it seeing how you ain't in no position to start telling a mother what's what. Hear? So, you finish up and get dressed. Suppers nearly ready," she said in a long winded way that sounded clearly like I didn't need to argue any more about it. The only other question or comment I dared make was about the pictures on th