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What is a fourteen year old boy to do? I am leaving the house in a red
dress with a white skirt over a stiff a-line petticoat flaring out the
skirt. I was all dolled up with almost perfect makeup with blush under my
eyes, mascara, pink lip stain and foundation all over my face. My feet and
hands were painted a similar color to my lip stain. At least they were
covered, but my girlishness was even more so with lacy white gloves and
white one-inch block heel mary janes. I was supposed to be made to look
like a little girl and it worked to an excellent effect. The only thing
missing was long hair and my ears pierced.
I just wanted to cry. I can't imagine anyone else going through the same
humiliation that I am feeling. There was a mix of emotions of I was
feeling and I am not sure how to express them. I just stood frozen with my
head looking down. Like I said all I wanted to do was cry, but I couldn't
bring myself to do it.
My hand was grabbed breaking my trance and I looked up. It was my mother
from what I can make through my watery eyes. My mother said while pulling
me, "This is your own fault. If you didn't humiliate that group of girls
at school the other day then you wouldn't be in this situation. Now don't
you cry or you'll ruin your makeup. If you are going to cry like a baby,
might as well diaper you as one. You understand?"
I took the tissue my mother handed me and dried my tears as best as I
could without smudging my makeup. After my mother took the tissue from me
she grabbed my hand and led me to the sidewalk where we walked for quite a
bit. I was getting quite a bit of looks at me from all types of people
from little girls all the way to grown men. The only ridicule was from
several kids that I knew from school and was around my age. All I noticed
was laughing, but a few vulgar words came out. Fag, homo, sissy and many
others along those lines.
My mother and I walked into a local strip mall where there were many
stores and salons. I was taken into one of the salons where my mother
explained my predicament and told them that I needed my ears pierced; two
in my right one and a single one on my left. The ladies who worked at the
salon were nice enough talking me through the entire process, but I
couldn't help but look away and kept my eyes closed. I left with butterfly
earrings in both ears and a tiny, silver flower in my upper right lobe.
My mother paid the nice ladies and took me by the hand again and headed
off to this specialty shop, Angel's Pretties, for little girl apparel.
When we entered it had a fruity aroma around it and one the strongest
scents was strawberries. Which wasn't too bad, I liked strawberries, but
it was so strong that I had to scratch my nose.
This lady who was only slightly taller than me walked up to my mother and
introduced herself, "Hello ladies, I am Lauren Michaels. How may I be of
service?"
My mom laughed at the lady's comment and took the Ms. Michaels' hand. "Ah
yes I am Sarah Hartwell and this little darling is Emily."
Ms. Michaels took a good look at me and immediately knew that I was a boy,
but that didn't faze her. "How are you Emily? Aren't you a cute little
thing?"
My mother nudged me and I replied sheepishly, "I am good. It is nice to
meet you." I almost wanted to die. Being referred to Emily just acted like
daggers in my sides. My name is James. It seems my mother keeps on taking
any form of my identity away. Even more I started to tear up, but held
back what I could. I looked away while my mother talked to Ms. Michaels.
I looked around and what I could see through my tear filled eyes were some
many clothes. All the most feminine garments I have ever seen. All the
clothes were of pastels, covered in laces, bows, ruffles and so much poof.
I didn't belong here. No boy does.
My mother didn't really pay attention to my misery and went straight to
the point. "Ms. Michaels I was wondering if you could help us find some
new outfits for my little Emily? Obviously your shop has a lot, but I want
her to have a whole new wardrobe complete with accessories."
"Well we got a vast selection, but a whole new wardrobe would be
expensive. Do you want to look at some of our cheaper products?" Ms.
Michaels replied.
My mother laughed a bit maniacally. "Oh no, the mothers of the girls who
my little Emily humiliated gave more than enough money to see my daughter
in dress for a long time."
"Well what are you looking for in particular?" Ms. Michaels said with a
lovely smile.
"I want my lovely Emily to be the pinnacle of femininity and be in
petticoats for a while. I want all types of blouses, tops, skirts,
bloomers, petticoats, slips, jumper skirts, shoes, capes and whatever else
covered in lace and fit for a young little lady."
Ms. Michaels said with a leading hand, "This might take a while. Can you
please come in the back with me?"
My mother dragged me in the back room where there were really poofy seats,
pink wallpapers and several large full length mirrors where I saw my girly
self. My mother sent me to sit over on a chair where I smoothed my skirt
and took a seat. The petticoats made it hard to sit, but after some
adjustments I was able to sit comfortable. That wasn't the end of the
petticoats as it made the front end of my skirt flair up and I had to keep
my hands in the front to push the skirt down. These girls clothes I just
wanted to burn.
My mother and Ms. Michaels came in and out of the room while I sat there.
Both of them had variety of clothes in hand. There were so many different
colors and sizes. I was made to try on many of them and I saw myself in
the full length mirrors. I thought I was a freak. No worse. A sissy. The
clothes were so girly that iI want to gag.
The one outfit that my mother and Ms. Michaels thought was cute and wanted
to keep on was a long sleeve blouse with cuffed sleeves with a pleated,
plaid jumper skirt with an a-line red petticoat underneath. I had white
tights, white bloomers on and white mary janes. To complete the outfit was
a headband with a huge white bow on the top of it. I was a boy being made
to dress like a little girl.
My mother said, "Don't you look adorable Emily? That bow brings the entire
outfit together." I was frozen and mortified. I didn't know what to say,
but my mother did. "We'll take all the clothes that we picked out and I
think she'll be wearing this outfit out of the store."
My mother signaled me to come, but I didn't budge. My mother was expecting
me to leave the store with being even more girl than what I came in with.
No matter how much nudging my mother did I wouldn't move. Tears started to
flow down my face with mascara running and the rest of the blush being
ruins as well. I dropped down to my knees covering my face. I didn't want
to move. I just wanted to die.
"Emily Rose Hartwell!" my mother screamed at me. "What do you think you
are doing? Your makeup is ruined and you making such a scene. You
should've thought about this before you pulled that prank on those girls
at school."
Before my mother could continue any further, I let out an outburst, "You
bitch! I already apologized. I paid for the girl's clothes and you even
made me sell all my games and toys to help cover the costs. Why are you
continuing this? Haven't I done enough?"
My mother slapped me across the face so hard that I fell over and tearing
up a lot more. It didn't my matter. I was already over my mother's lap
with my tights, bloomers and panties down around my leg. My mother just
spanked me hard for the longest time. "How dare you speak to your own
mother like this? I have such a disgusting boy. You are better off as a
little girl who should learn how to behave."
Ms. Michaels stopped my mother from continuing. I was thrown on the ground
by my mother as she was red hot from screaming. I was in so much pain in
tears, and I didn't know what to make out of the entire situation. I was
even more confused than I ever was. What was my mother's deal? Did she
hate me or something? It felt like and I just want to roll up in a ball.
My mother was able to be calmed down by Ms. Michaels and directed my
mother to the purchases and had some of her assistance to help with the
bags to carry back to our house. While the clothes were being taken care
of, Ms. Michaels came over and helped me with putting my underthings back
on and said, "Why don't we get you cleaned up a bit?"
I was taken by the hand like I was little girl and lead to the bathroom.
There Ms. Michaels ran some hot water and cleared my tears away as well
the ruined makeup. My face was cleared for the first time of makeup all
day. I just looked down at my feet while Ms. Michaels was getting some
more clothes.
I muttered a simple, "Thank you."
Ms. Michaels focused her attention to me and continued washing my face.
"It is alright. Your mother explained what happened and why she is doing
this to you. She only cares for the best for you, even if doesn't seem
like it. With how your father and brother both ended up in jail she only
wants to help you."
"But why dresses, especially ones made for little girls?" Tears started to
run down my cheeks again and I could barely sit from the spanking I was
given. I was even speechless; I didn't know what to say really. I didn't
really know much about my father or brother, but that didn't excuse my
mother's behavior and why she is doing this to me.
"I don't know, but maybe she'll talk you a bit later when has calmed down.
Now why don't we get you into something a bit more comfortable?" Ms.
Michaels let me change out of my current clothes to a simple blue, a-line
dress and a pair of Mary Janes flats. She packed up the remaining clothes
and put them in a bag.
When my mother came back and she and Ms. Michaels talked for a bit and my
mother took me out. Like before we didn't speak much, but my mother picked
up a few things on the way out from the strip mall. My mother had with her
a pink diaper bag with almost two cases of large huggies diapers with me
of course wearing a pair. My mother also picked a few other things ranging
from makeup to baby bottles.
When we arrived home, my mother made me help unpack most of my new clothes
in my closet and drawers while removing many of my boy's clothes and
putting them in boxes under my bed. I also went to bed without supper. I
was forced again to wear the diaper; at least she didn't expect me to use
them. My mother allowed to me use the restroom before going to bed, but I
had a diaper on and a night dress on with buttons going down the front and
lace covering the hems of it.
I cried myself to sleep from the emotional rollercoaster that I called a
day. The only thought I fell asleep to was what my mother had in store for
me tomorrow for school. The best part of all of it was that is a Monday.
This is going to be one long week. Like I said many times before, I just
want to kill myself.
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During the next day my mother laid out an entire outfit for to wear and my
boy clothes, the only thing missing were a pair of boxer and in their
place were diapers. I suspected that she wanted to send me to school
either wearing a dress or a diaper, both of which were a choice that I did
not want to make.
I asked, "Please don't do this. I swear I'll be good. Please, anything but
a diaper or dress." My head was held down in a huge defeat.
"Not on your chance," my mother said stirringly. "You can go to school in
both the girl's outfit and a diaper or you can choose one or the other?
This option applies at home and at school. You can either be fully decked
out in frills or wear your boy clothes and have a pair of diapers on. You
are also suspected to use the diapers. What is it going to be?"
I tightened my left so much you could see a vein popping out and I was
grinding my teeth. My mother didn't just suspect me of wearing a diaper,
but use it too? I didn't know what was worse, but at least I can stay out
of girls clothes for now.
"I choose the diapers," I murmured.
"Very good," my mother replied. I had to lay down as she use some baby oil
and talcum powder on my lower half of my body then my mother lifted my
legs in the air and lowered my butt on a fresh diaper. The next thing I
knew I was in a diaper with a pair of jeans on, a t-shirt and a hoodie.
The jeans took a bit of effort to get on with the diaper being so thick
and I couldn't even close my legs properly from the diaper. At least the
hoodie stopped any looker byers from the other kids on the bus.
No one noticed the diapers, thank god. The only downside that I had
forgotten about was my pierced ears though. After everything that has
happened, it seemed like it was late, something small like earrings is
easily overlooked. I am not too sure about who saw me the other day, but
at least no one brought it up. Half of my friends asked questions about
the earring though. I just told them that it was a punishment for pranking
the girls the other week. Most of them took that as a reasonable excuse,
but I still got a few jokes and laughs from them.
For most of the morning I was able to get through class without much of a
problem and only saw like two girls from last week who barely made eye
contact with me. The diapers ended up being a distraction making it hard
to sit and focus in class. I really didn't expect myself to use them at
all today, but use them when I get home so I at least get a chance to
change out of them. The best of a bad situation I guess is what I call
it.
After the bell for third period was over, I left my math class and started
walking in the hallway. Without much of a notice I got pulled over to the
side by a girl, one of the few that I pranked. I said, "Why do you want?"
"Shouldn't you be wearing a dress with those earrings? I know my mom gave
your mom quite a bit of cash to get a few outfits and I was hoping to see
you in one of them today," Amanda said. Amanda flipped her curly, blond
hair out of her face, "At least you got a pair of earrings on them. Kind of
cute on a boy, but would obviously look better on a little girl."
"I don't know what you are talking about," I replied.
"James there is no need to lie to me about wearing dresses. Your mom
already sent several pictures of you in your new outfits from yesterday,"
Amanda said.
I pleaded, "Fine, you got the pictures. Please don't show them to anyone
please." I didn't even notice that my mother had taken pictures of me and
probably distributed them around to the other girls.
"I guess I cannot pass them around, but there are already rumors about a
boy running around in a dress from the other day. It only takes a few
words for people to make the connection to you."
Amanda said, "Why don't you give me your book bag and start using an old
one I got in my locker?"
I didn't have much choice in the matter so I followed Amanda to her locker
and she gave me a small backpack. The bag was slightly smaller than my
current one and seemed to be made for little girls. How fitting. The bag
was pink with a few other shades of pink making the trim of the backpack
and the shoulder straps. Covering the entire bag were little red, pink and
white hearts all over it. There were also little bunnies all over it. It
is truly a bag for a sweet, innocent little girl.
I switched over all my stuff into the pink backpack, but it couldn't hold
my books. So I ended up just carrying them myself, but Amanda told me to
hold the books close to my chest whenever i am going to and from class.
Including the earring and diaper, I truly felt the part of a little girl
besides the dress.
"See you after school, James." Amanda waved her goodbye.
I really didn't know or want to know what she meant by that. It wasn't
until school was out and my mother picked me up. She even complimented my
new bag without even asking what happened to my old one. My mother
probably knew what the case was anyway. My mother drove us past our house
and straight to Amanda's. I finally knew what Amanda meant about seeing me
after school when my mother had me go knock on the door while my mother
grabbed a few garment bags with her.
Amanda's mother opened the door, but Amanda wasn't home yet. Her mother
said that Amanda would be home in an hour after cheerleading. My mother
said, "How are you doing, Ms. Woods?"
Ms. Woods replied, "Not bad. It seems you got a lot of clothes there. It
seems a bit much, but why don't we go set up in the guest room upstairs?"
My mother gave a few bags to Ms. Woods and led us to a room in the back
part of the upstairs. The room didn't seem out of the ordinary with a
simple bed, closet, bathroom, but had a small desk with a mirror on it.
Both my mother and Ms. Woods called it a vanity. I was made to sit on the
edge of the bed while my mother took out two complete outfits out of their
bags and hung them in the closet. While Ms. Woods took a few things out of
the smaller bags and set them up around the vanity. I saw bottles, tubes,
brushes and a bunch of jars out of the corner my eye. I even saw a small
bag and wig's stand which Ms. Woods took out a blonde curly wig with a
tight bow on it. She took out a brush and used to clean up the curls and
gave them more of a bounce.
"Emily. Come with me and your mother to the bathroom," Ms. Woods said
while grabbing the small bag she put out before and led me by the hand as
my mother pushed from behind to the guest bathroom.
My mother said, "I want you strip down all your boy clothes and make it
snappy."
"Please hurry up, we need to get you ready while Amanda and her friends
get back in an hour," Ms. Woods said while taking out a few bottles from
the small bag with a razor and began to run the shower.
I stood there taking off my hoodie and t-shirt first and then began with
my jeans. The buttons and fly of the jeans weren't completely down before
my mother pulled them down exposing the diaper I was wearing. Reflexively
I immediately covered the diaper with my hands and went to grab my jeans.
Before that could be done though, Ms. Woods stopped me, "Looks like the
little sissy is a bit modest of showing his undies."
I had no idea on how to respond to that, but again my mother decided to do
some talking for me. My mother said, "He was given the option of going to
school in diapers or one of his pretty new outfits. Right now though he
might end up in both."
"You said if I wore the diaper I wouldn't have to wear the girl's
clothes," I yelled back.
"Oh no, that was only applying to home and school. Anywhere else you could
end up wearing both for all we know," my mother said. "I'll give you the
option, it doesn't seem like that diaper has been used. If you use them
now, we will take you out of them and just put you in one of the outfits
we brought or once we finish cleaning you up we can put you back in them
and give you a nice outfit to show off the diapers."
I couldn't decide which option was worse, use the diaper or have an outfit
show off that I am wearing a diaper. At least with pants and a hoodie I
could make an effort to the humiliation, but a short dress could easily
expose my diapers behind. My mother just started counting down it seems
the choice was simple.
I let go of the diaper and looked away blushing causing my entire face
gone red. My mother was probably looking in victory with how the diaper
started to expand and I could feel the warm liquid between my thighs. It
was such a disgusting feeling, something I couldn't remember since I was
little. I can understand why people forget about those helpless times.
My mother said, "Seems you made a wise choice, now let us get you out of
that diaper and wash you up, shall we?"
Ms. Woods started the shower to let it warm up a bit and I was allowed out
of the diaper. I was led to the shower where the hot water washed away the
piss around my crotch and it felt good to at least be a little cleaner.
Ms. Woods and my mother didn't have me doing of the cleaning of myself as
they took loofas and scrubbed me down well. Ms. Woods worked on my lower
body as my mother worked on my upper torso and arms. Both used a scented
body wash with some hair remover. I saw that any hair I had on my body
besides my head washed away down the drain.
The shower was stopped once my hair was shampooed and conditioned three
times. I was patted down with a pink towel and more scented talcum powder
sprinkled across my body and legs. I was even made to walk through a veil
of body mist to hide more of boyish smell. By the end of it, I smelled
like a bed of summer flowers.
A towel was wrapped tightly around my chest and again I was led to the
guestroom where I was sat on at the vanity. I could see my own reflection
with some sort of fear as both my mother and Ms. Woods transformed my face
from a boy to what could almost pass as a little girl. My face was covered
in a foundation, mascara, pink lip gloss, blush under the eyes and
anything else to make me appear younger than I am.
"Well don't you look like a sweet treat," Ms. Woods said. Again I was
speechless, I am not sure why I am not fighting back or at least say
something. Have I really been reduced to a sissy who just takes orders?
The other thing is that I don't want to be over my mother lap again. Even
she doesn't look the part, my mother can easily leave a lasting mark.
My mother and Ms. Woods conversed a bit and took out both of the outfits
holding both of them up to me. Well the dresses anyway without all the
accessories and petticoats. One was a light brown knee length dress with
puffed out short sleeved shoulders. The other outfit was a pink jumper
skirt with ducks and rattles. The skirt appeared to come a bit more above
my legs than the other dress.
"Wow. Both excellent choices, but which one would go well with the other
girls?" my mother said. I could tell my mother was covering her mouth as
she laughed. I am not sure who she was fooling, but my mother obviously
was enjoying herself more than Ms. Woods.
Ms. Woods replied, "I am not sure, why don't we have little Emily decide?"
"That seems like a good choice, what do you say Emily?" my mother said
looking at me. Why did I have to choose? This was becoming even more
involved with me picking what limited choices I have. It is obvious that
everyone gets a kick out of me choosing what type of garments I would
prefer to wear.
My mother held up the childish, pink jumper skirt and the brown dress. I
really didn't know which one to choose.
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