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Mommy: You can't be serious, me baby sit?
Part 3
by Princess Panty boy
"Oh don't you look so pretty in your dress, and I love what she did to
your hair. Pigtails really look good on you." My mom is looking at me up
and down as I put my legs together when I get so nervous I feel a little
pee squirt into the diaper again before I can stop it.
Looking up I see her smiling from ear to ear. "Oh and she cut your bangs
so short, I have to admit that makes you look a lot younger now. I mean
you don't look like my 18 year old son, more like a preteen maybe."
"Yea, plus don't forget I'm wearing a dress. She made me wear it when my
clothes got dirty momma, I didn't want to."
Mom still smiles staring at me. "Well you look so pretty. Maybe I'll have
to pick you up a few for yourself. I think it would be fun to shop in the
mall, maybe have a mommy and daughter day. *hehehe*" I am hearing mom
giggling.
I am in shock hearing my mom saying she wants to get me my own dresses.
"No momma, I don't want to go shopping in the mall for girl's clothes.
You don't need to get me my own dresses. Miss Healy has a bunch of old
clothes." Oh, shit why did I say that? Man that was dumb.
"Well anyway son, I mean I guess I can't call you that dressed like you
are." *hehehe*" mom giggles at me again. "Are you wearing pretty panties
to? Mom starts to lift the end of my dress up to look underneath it.
I move away from her. "Momma, I'm not a baby don't lift my dress. Someone
might see you." I realize I just called this my dress, which makes me
seem so much more girly.
"Sorry I didn't mean to touch YOUR pretty dress Kellie." I look down as
she says my dress a little louder. "I did come to pick you up real quick.
So hurry up and get in the car and I'll be right back. I need to tell Ms
Healy I'm picking you up."
I do as I am told and realize this is the first time I've ever been in a
car with a dress on and I look around to see if anyone has seen me. Man I
have to figure a way to get mom to talk to her friend and tell her to
stop dressing me in girl's clothes. I see mom walking down the walkway
carrying two large garbage bags.
"Mom do you have my clothes in there so I can get changed out of this
dress? I mean I want to put my jeans back on." I hope I can do this
without her finding out I'm wearing a diaper and plastic panties.
I'm ignored as mom puts the bags down by the back of the car. "Come out
here honey, I can't hear you." I get out of the car fast so I can get my
clothes and get changed. "Pick the bags up honey and hand them to me." I
bend over in the little dress to get the bags and I hear mom giggle.
"What is so funny momma?" I hand her one of the bags. "It feels like
there are clothes in these bags. Are my clothes in there too momma?" I
realize I'm calling her momma again like little girls call there mom's.
I see her smiling. "Well Miss Healy said you had an accident and she had
to put you in a diaper. I didn't know she put some pretty plastic panties
over then until you just bent over and showed me them."
"Oh, and yes these bags are packed with your clothes in them." I smile
but trying to figure out why she said both bags 'are' packed with my
clothes.
My jeans and tee shirt couldn't come close to even packing one bag half
way let alone pack two bags. "I really like you calling me momma. I want
you to continue calling me that, do you understand honey pie?"
"But mom that makes me sound like I'm a girl, or worse a little girl." I
see mom smile than giggle, and I hand her the other bag of clothes. "Can
I have my jeans out of the bags so I can get changed?"
I see a weird smile on my mom's face. "Well baby girl I didn't see any
jeans or even pants in your new clothes and maybe I should get you a
mirror so you can see you look like a little girl in that pretty dress
and pigtails. So yes you will be calling me momma until I say different,
is that understood little girl?" *hehehe*" mom giggles again.
"Yes momma I will be good." Mom smiles but stares at me waiting for me to
continue. "What momma?"
Mom puts her hands on her hips. "Well say it. Say you will be a good
girl." I feel a little pee squirt into the diaper again until I stop it.
"Yes momma, I will be a good girl." Mom closes the trunk and I walk
around and get in the car as I put my hands behind me folding the dress
as I sit in the car.
I close the door the same time mom closer hers, when I notice her
watching me. "You sit very well in that dress sweetie, maybe I'll get us
a treat before we go home." Mom starts the car up and we drive off. I'm
thinking we're going home, but we drive past our house.
"Where are we going momma?" I watch her driving as she smiles and looks
over at me, but says nothing, just smiles.
I feel bad enough sitting in our car wearing a little girl's dress and
baby girl Mary Jane shoes with lace socks and I can't forget I'm still
wearing a diaper and pink plastic panties. Not to mention my hair is in
pigtails with little baby girl bangs she called them.
Great now I'm being ignored. "Why, do you have a hot date or something,
maybe a boyfriend coming to pick you up?" *hehehe*" mom giggles at me but
I don't think it's too funny.
"No I don't have a date and don't kid around about me having a boyfriend
momma." I look over as mom smiles while I play with one of my long
pigtails while we talk. "No, I just need to go potty really bad is all."
Mom starts to giggle again. "*hehehe* well princess panty boy you're
wearing a diaper so just use it." Oh that is messed up. I don't even know
how to respond to her telling me to use the diaper to go potty in.
"That's not funny mommy, I can't wet my diaper. I mean, go potty in my
diaper." Shit I just said it twice, that the diaper I'm wearing is mine.
Well I guess it is, but I just admitted it to my mom too.
We pull into the mall parking lot. "I can wait in the car momma." I sit
back in my seat putting my legs together, smoothing out my dress.
"No don't be silly. Remember, you have been wanting me to take you to the
mall for over a week." I remember that the only time I asked her was when
one of her friends said they were hiring at Macy's department store.
I wanted to go really bad so I could apply for a job. "Well my friend
called and said they were doing interviews today so I thought you could
have an interview."
"Mom I'm dressed like a baby girl and I'm wearing a diaper. I need to get
some jeans on me so I can get interviewed if they call."
Mom looks at me up and down and she smiles. "You're right you do look a
little young in that dress. I'm sure they won't interview you yet. You
haven't even filled out an application yet." I look relaxed until I see a
look on mom's face as we walk in sears junior department for girls.
"They won't interview you yet I'm sure, but they may not let you fill out
an application if you are dressed like a preteen." I see mom take a tank
top and short skirt of the rack and hold them up against me for sizing.
"Go in there and try this outfit on."
My eyes light up seeing the girl's mini skirt and tank top she wants me
to try on. "Momma, you have to be kidding. I can't try that on. let's
just get me some jeans."
"I know you're not going for an interview since you didn't fill out an
application yet. But I'm giving you a choice you either try this outfit
on and go fill out an application or wear what you have on, simple
enough."
I take the mini skirt and top from her. "Mom can you at least get me some
new panties, I mean, some underwear so I don't have to wear this diaper
anymore?"
"No since you are arguing with me I want you to wear your diaper, but I
will go look at the pretty panties while you're in the dressing room and
pick some out for you."
I just can't win. I walk into the dressing room as the lady sees I only
have two items. "Oh miss this white skirt will go better with that than
that jean mini skirt if you want to try it on." I take it from her. "Oh,
and look, that jean skirt has a stain on it too. Let me take that from
you."
"Oh thanks for seeing that." I hold the white skirt up in the air and it
looks just as short as the mini skirt she took from me, so I didn't win
anything there. Well everyone must think I'm a girl I guess that's better
than them thinking I'm a boy dressed in girl clothes I guess.
I hear a knock on the door as I stick my head out of it. "Oh, hi mom, did
you find me some panties, I mean, some underwear?" I whisper.
"Yes but you are going to need to wear this under your new outfit." I
take the hanger and it has a pink lace bra or I should say padded bra.
"This should fit you just perfect baby girl. I'll wait for you out here
when you have the whole outfit on."
I am so screwed. How did I get myself into this predicament? Here I am
standing in a girl's dressing room wearing a diaper and trying to put a
bra on. Only in America could this happen. Okay now the bra is on and it
actually looks like my puffy chest fits into there snugly.
Wow with this pink blouse on it really shows that I look like a girl and
I'm wearing a bra, but I guess it's better than looking like a guy
wearing a bra. I slide the white mini skirt on and at least it covers the
pink plastic panties and diaper. I'll have to be extra careful keeping my
knees together.
"Ok wow, I can't see a boy at all in the mirror I look totally like a
girl," I think as I stare at myself.
"Wow honey, you look so grown up now with a bra on, what did you put
inside your bra so you look more like a pretty young lady?"
"I didn't put anything extra in the bra, my chest has been getting kinda
puffy so the bra fits perfect for some reason." I see mom smile staring
at the two bumps in my top that look like girl's breasts and I guess they
are. No that can't be. Why would I have breasts? That's silly.
I feel my mom re-doing my pigtails and putting something in them. I
thought I saw something pink but couldn't be sure. "Oh honey, you look so
pretty now. That skirt is way better that you picked Kelly." I don't
argue with her.
"The lady from the dressing room said this skirt would look prettier with
this top." I don't pay attention that we were in the checkout line and my
mom was paying for my new outfit. I can't believe I'm thinking a white
mini skirt and pink tube top is my new outfit.
We start walking out of the store and I stop and feel a sharp pain in my
tummy band. I close my legs and stop walking.
"Momma, momma stop please I can't go any farther I need to go potty
really really bad. I can't go in there. I need to go pee right now, where
is the bathroom please."
I beg my mom and she whispers in my ear. "Just go in your diaper, no one
will know. We don't have time to find you a bathroom to make it to Macy's
for this possible job. My friend said you just need to fill out an
application and you will have the job."
"Now come over here. See no one is here, just stand next to me and pee."
I stare at momma not believing what she is telling me to do.
I shake my head. "I can't momma, if I open my legs I will totally pee
myself and I won't be able to stop." Mom has a weird look on her face and
I am one-step from crying.
"I will fix your strap on your Mary Jane shoes and help you by spreading
your legs apart for you."
Mom bends over, and kneels down in front of me. I start to feel her
spread my legs apart. As mommy looks up at my face, looking into my eyes,
the second my legs spread apart, I start to feel a little pee start
squirting out. She spreads my legs more as I can't control it as my mom
notices, and I start to pee uncontrollably.
"No momma, please." I feel the warm pee going all around my little balls
and tiny penis and then I look at my reflection in the glass display
window next to me and I notice I am squatted down like a baby wetting
themselve.
I see mom smiling as she knows I'm standing in the packed mall peeing in
my diaper dressed like a girl. "Mommy, I hope I don't leak pee down my
legs I can't stop." Mom smiles because she knows I'm peeing my diaper.
"There ya go princess. I bet that feels better. Now stand up, and walk
into Macy's. The second floor is where the employment center is. All you
have to do is pick up the application and fill it out. Don't worry they
never do the interviews the same day they get the applications."
I stand back up straight and notice my reflection in the mirror. Man I'm
wearing a white mini skirt and pink top. Wow, who the hell would of
thought this is how I would be dressed today let alone to apply for my
first job ever.
No one looking at me would ever guess that I was really an eighteen-year-
old guy. Everyone would see that I was probably just another average
teenager, but an average teen-age girl. I haven't even ever been on a
date except with my cousin.
I walk into the employment office of Macy's and I see a women smiling at
me from behind her desk. "Hi I'm Kelly Anderson I was told to come by and
get or fill out an application." She smiles at me and starts going
through some paper work.
"Yes, I do remember seeing your name somewhere. Oh here it is, you were
going to be offered a position at our shipping and receiving. That means
you would be unloading trucks when they had deliveries but that position
has already been filled."
Hearing the job I was supposed to get makes me look down at my black Mary
Jane shoes very disappointed. "But to be honest that is more of a job for
some full size man, not a teenage girl, but there is an opening in the
restaurant downstairs if you're interested. It pays very well for a fist
time job at 10 dollars an hour plus tips. Are you interested Kellie?"
"You bet. I would love to work here. What do I have to do?" I get all
excited and smile at the lady.
I look around and see no one else smiling except me because I'm so
excited getting a job. "Well sweetie, take this note and go down the
hallway to the uniform department and they will give you your new
uniforms and you will start tomorrow at 12 o'clock okay. Do you have any
questions?"
"No, that seems pretty simple and thank you so much, but I do have one
question." I lean in closer to the lady behind the desk so no one else
hear what I have to say. "Why do all these guys sitting in your waiting
room look so sad?"
I watch as she looks towards the waiting room and then back at me. "Well
sweetie, they are all looking for a job too. But there isn't any work for
them." I stand back up straight so no one can look up my skirt
remembering that I'm dressed like a girl in a mini skirt. "Good luck
sweetie."
"Oh... okay, well thanks again and I'll go get my new uniforms." I walk
down the hallway and I see a sign on the door that says uniform
department. I open the door and walk in.
Looking around I see a large counter and an older looking lady walks up
to it when I start walking towards it. "Hi, may I help you miss?" Not
realizing she is talking to me by calling me miss.
"Um yes I was given this piece of paper and I was told to come down here
and get my new uniforms." I hand the older looking lady the paper.
She takes the paper and starts reading it and looks at me up and down.
"I'm guess you're a size 0 or 1 am I right?" I look at her surprised
like, 'how the hell did you know that?'
"Um yes, I am wearing a size 1 top and a size 0 skirt. That was very
good." I smile at her while she leaves the paper on the counter, turning
around and walks away smiling.
A couple minutes later, she returns with a small bag. "Yes, I have been
doing this for so long I'm pretty good at guessing people's sizes
sweetie." I smile back at her. "Now sign here and you're all done. I gave
you a size 1 uniform so it's a little loose on you for working sweetie."
"Thanks that makes since. I'm so excited this is my first job working
anywhere. I hope I do okay."
She smiles at me. "I'm sure you will do fine. This is your first job
ever. You must have at least done some babysitting. Most teenage girls I
know have done babysitting before."
"Yes, actually I do babysit." I ignore her keep referring me to being a
teenage girl. However, you can't blame her I'm standing here in a mini
skirt and my hair is in pigtails. "Oh I forgot to ask earlier since I'm
going to work in the restaurant. My hair is so long do I need to um... get
it cut or what?"
I see her smile. "No honey you look fine. I'm pretty sure as long as you
leave it in a ponytail or pigtails like you have it now you will be fine,
so good luck to you honey." She takes the paper I signed and starts to
walk away.
"Thanks again." I take the bag of uniforms and leave the room and start
walking towards where I left my mom.
"I wonder where she is." I think as I look around feeling how heavy this
diaper is getting being soaked with pee.
"There you are sweetie. So tell me how did it go?"
"I will momma but I need to use the bathroom I don't even care if I have
to use the girl's bathroom. Now where is it?"
Mom smiles at me, then starts walking. "Ok, the girls room is over this
way but you have to tell me first if you got the job or not."
"Yes I did and I start tomorrow. Is that cool or what? I am so excited.
Oh, there is the bathroom. The sign says no bags in the restroom so can
you hold my new uniforms for me real quick momma?"
I hand her the bag I was holding. "Sure sweetie, but take your purse. I
put some panties in there for you so you can change into them. And I'll
hold your new uniform for ya."
"Thanks momma." I take my purse, which I can't believe I'm calling it my
purse, and that I'm excited about putting panties on, but at least I'm
getting this diaper off.
Good there is no one in here as I walk down to the last bathroom stall
and walk in it. I slide the pink plastic panties off and slide the diaper
off like it was shorts or something. I didn't even try to take the tape
off. The weight of the soaked diaper pretty much let the diaper fall to
my ankles.
"Yes," I say out loud hoping no one heard me. I open the bathroom stall,
and look both ways then lean over and drop the diaper in the garbage
pail. Oh, that feels so much better as I close the bathroom stall and sit
on the toilet.
I finally can use the bathroom like a normal person and I finish what I
need to do, then wipe and open my purse or the purse. Wow, mom couldn't
have found a more girly pair of panties. The panties are a pink and lacy
bikini style. I slide them up my legs as I straighten the skirt out
putting the plastic panties in my purse.
Probably wouldn't be a great idea walking out of the bathroom carrying
plastic panties. I open the stall and see my reflection in the mirror and
I look so happy, but I do look like a happy teenage girl. Whatever I
guess, at least I have a job now, and I won't have to wear girl's clothes
anymore or even babysit anymore.
"I was wondering what took you so long Kellie girl." *hehehe*" Mom
giggles after she says Kellie girl like I was a real girl.
I'm rolling my eyes listening to mom but ignoring her so she doesn't get
upset when I tell her I can't babysit anymore. "So give me details when
do you start and everything."
"Well I start at 12 o'clock tomorrow momma, so I guess I won't be able to
babysit anymore. I know that's sad." I smile at the thought of never
seeing Miss Healy again or having her make me wear girly clothes or
diapers ever again.
Mom put's her hands on her hips. "Well I think she was looking at a job
to work nights for the summer while school is out maybe she can work
something out so you can do both." I get sad hearing that. "Did you try
your new uniform on yet sweetie?" I notice mom opening the bag that holds
my new uniforms.
"No. She just asked me what size I was and she came back with the bag I
haven't even looked in the bag yet." Mom closes the bag and we start
walking again. "They didn't have the same job they were going to give me,
but the lady said a position opened up in the restaurant downstairs. A
job is a job, so at least I have my first job now momma."
Damn, I need to stop calling her momma it makes me sound like a little
girl. "Well we should look for some comfy shoes if you're going to work
on your feet all day in a restaurant. Does that sound okay to your
sweetie?"
"Well, I really want to get out of these girl's clothes, but yes that
does make since I guess." I notice all the other bags mom is carrying.
"What's in the bags momma?"
Mom turns to me and smiles. "I know Miss Healy gave you two large bags of
new clothes. But I couldn't help myself while you were doing your
application and interview I did some shopping. But here is my favorite
shoe store, let's stop in here real fast before we head out to the car."
"Ok whatever you say mom. I'm so excited about my new job." We walk in
and there are shelves after shelves of shoes and boots of all different
sizes and shapes.
Mom goes down another isle and stops. "Take those shoes off sweetie and
try these on." I look at them and they're the same type of Mary Jane
shoes with a buckle on them like I'm wearing.
"Okay whatever momma, those look like the same as the ones I'm wearing.
But the ones in your hands are like a light pink color."
I still take the shoes off and mom hands me the pink Mary Janes and
buckles them. "Well you did say Kellie girl that those shoes where really
comfy."
"Yea, I did but, I thought you were going to look for shoes for my new
work, not girly shoes like these?" I feel mommy buckle them both and
smile at me.
I see her smiling. "What's so funny momma that you're smiling so hard?"
Mom rubs her eyes like she is holding back tears.
"Well those shoes look so pretty on you and they match the outfit you're
wearing also. I guess I just like our mother daughter time together
sweetie."
Looking at mom, I want to remind her I'm her only son and this isn't a
mother daughter moment even though I am dressed like a teenage girl. But
she is just so happy why spoil the moment. "I can see you like your new
shoes sweetie plus they will be good to wear to work." *hehehe*" my mom
giggles. She must be kidding around with me.
"Oh, you're funny momma." We walk up to the counter and mom is carrying
my old girly shoes and she pays for the new shoes I'm wearing and we walk
out of the shoe store, mom still smiling from ear to ear.
We leave the store and it looks like were finally going to leave the
mall. As I look around seeing some guys I remember from school, but they
must not recognize me. Thank god, because if I didn't know any better. It
looks like there checking me out staring at me up and down as we walk.
"Looks like you have some boy's checking you out sweetie. I bet they all
want to take you out on a date." *hehehe*" Momma giggles getting a kick
out of how embarrassed I am getting.
I turn and meet moms smiling face. "Oh, I'm sure they want to go on a
date with me and kick my butt once they see I'm not a real girl."
"I bet you, not one of them is thinking that you're a boy in a skirt. I
bet there thinking about getting into your panties." *hehehe* "I'm sure
that's what you used to dream about when you saw a pretty girl in a mini
skirt."
Mom smiles at me. "I bet you wanted to get in her panties, but guess what
your dream came true you're in the pretty girl's panties but you're
wearing them." *hehehe*"
"Ya know mom you're just a riot, do you know that?" I shake my head
listening to her.
I turn and look at mom like she is in deep thought. "Okay, what are you
thinking mom? Go ahead spit it out." Mom turns and sees I was staring at
her.
"Oh, nothing sweetie, I was just thinking how cute it would be if you
went out on your first date and that you would be dressed as a girl and
some handsome guy would want to take you out and stuff."
Mom's smile is from ear to ear. "Maybe he would want to get in your
panties like you used to dream about getting into girl's panties."
"You being a big girl would probably want to get into his pants and get
at that big hard thing waiting for you." I can't believe how my mom is
talking.
End of Part 3
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