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My mother held up the childish, pink jumper skirt and the brown dress. I
really didn't know which one to choose. I knew that I was going to be
forced to wear a petticoat with one of the dresses anyway. I chose the
longer skirted one, the brown dress. Just so it wouldn't be so bad with a
flared out skirt.
"Excellent choice, Emily. Now hands up," my mother said. I resigned
throwing my hands up in the air. A brown, long sleeve shirt was pulled
over my head and down my body. Next were the panties, bloomers and a pair
of tights, all of a similar brown color. Then the dress itself was fitted
over me, coming just below my knees. Ms. Woods took the time to adjust the
dress a bit as she puffed out the sleeves and then the dress became
tighter around my waist as the buttons in the back went up.
I was given two stiff petticoats to fit under the skirt both were a beige
color. The skirt flared out just above my knees. It would have been worse
if i chose the pink jumper skirt. To accompany the outfit were a pair of
brown mary janes. After my dressing I wasn't allowed to see myself much in
the mirror except for what I saw in the vanity. I was forced to sit down
again, or the best I could with the petticoats.
My mother took the wig off the wig head and draped it over my head and
adjusted it a bit. While my mother was brushing the wig, Ms. Woods said,
"Only if you had long hair like this, we could easily give you a bunch of
curls. I know you would just love that."
"We will try to grow it out the best we can. Then maybe we can get a
lovely color done for Emily," my mother said looking me. "Doesn't that
sound like a good plan Emily?"
I didn't speak, I was too busy trying to not curse out as they adjusted my
wig. Even with my slience they found ways to humiliate me. "It seems that
Emily is silent. She must be speechless on how great an idea that is. She
probably can't wait for her hair to grow out."
After Ms. Woods was finished trimming the bangs of the wig, I had a head
filled with blonde, feminine curls. I looked like something out of a
fairytale. The big bow was taken off my head and pair of bear ears was
what replaced the bow. I was also given instructions on how to curtsy and
walking like I was a little girl. My arms were together in the front, with
small steps and bow when I get the chance. Walking in one-inch mary janes
gave me a bit of a wobble and the with how the petticoats swished against
my legs. It was all a strange feeling that I despised.
Almost after an hour of dolling me and training me, I was moved downstairs
to the main hallway where I was instructed to dip in a deep curtsy when
the bell rang. I was even given a small teddy bear to hold in front of me
while standing and not to drop it whatsoever. I was supposed to think of
it as a gift from the Woods family.
It wasn't even ten minutes before the bell rang and I pointed one foot
forward and grabbed the hem of the skirt as best as I could. Then I bowed.
The door flew open while a group of girls all in cheerleading uniforms
flooded in. Amanda immediately saw me; I was not sure how no one would be
able to see me as I am now.
Amanda said, "Oh my god is that James. He looks so adorable."
My mother corrected Amanda, "Her name is Emily. Whenever you see her,
please address her as such or as Emily Rose."
All the girls were giggling at the sight of me. Ms. Woods signaled me to
go back at attention with both feet together and the teddy bear right
between my arms in front of my body. A few girls, Lauren, Jasmine and
Caitlyn, went over to me and started touching the fabrics and hems of the
dress. They couldn't believe their former tormentor was dressed so
sweetly. There were a wide range of facial expressions coming from them.
Caitlyn broke her silence, "It seems that baby bear is carrying around a
little teddy bear. What is the little bear's name?"
Everyone was looking at me, expecting me to think up of something on the
spot. I looked at my mother for a brief second to see if she had anything,
but she didn't. I was not sure what I was to suspect from her, but I said,
"My...little..bears...name...is...Tulip."
I had no idea why I said that, I just said the first girl thing that came
to my head. Apparently it was Tulip. My little bear is called Tulip.
Amanda said with glee, "What a cute name for such a cute little bear. Mom,
little Emily is just the cutest thing ever. I can't believe this thing
used to be James."
Ms. Woods replied, "Well this is a deserving punishment for the type of
ordeal she gave all of you for the longest time. He is going to be dressed
like a little girl for the longest time. I hope you enjoy it."
"Amanda. Why don't you take little Emily upstairs to play for a bit? We
spent the longest time trying to dress her up. It would be a waste not to
have some fun with her," my mother said digging my grave deeper.
"What a wonderful idea," Amanda said as she and the other girls took me
upstairs where many of them asked questions how it feels to be in a
girlier dress than what they ever wore and if I liked the dresses or being
so dressed up. Many of which I did not answered or just gave them half
assed answers with no true meaning behind them.
The girls had me do several poses by myself and with a few of them while
others took pictures. I even had to show off my curtsy and sing a few
childish nursery rhymes for them. The only thing I could do slightly well
was the curtsy, but that was due to earlier practice.
I wasn't into any of this, no matter how much of a fake smile I put on.
This was obvious to the girls, but the girls did not pay much attention
besides at a few jokes. Caitlyn said, "Emily doesn't seem to be enjoying
her clothes or any of the activities we have for her. Maybe a diaper would
lighten up her mood."
"No..please...not..that.." I replied. I tried my best at pretending to be
happy and joyful like a little girl supposed to be, but it was difficult.
With all the little girl games and playing with dolls, this would have
bored anyone older than what I was dressed as.
This went on for another half an hour before Amanda and Caitlyn got it and
suggested that I obviously wasn't enjoying this and a good diapering would
make the situation better. I am not sure why they were still on the whole
diaper thing, did they know that I wore a diaper today and used it?
Couldn't be, but how my mother passes around news, it was highly possible.
I screamed out, "No! I am not wearing any fucking diapers. I am already in
this stupid dress." They were trying to push me over the edge and it
worked.
My mother yelled, "Emily Rose Hartwell! Was that you who I heard upstairs?
I am coming up now."
"Looks like you are screwed and got your mother attention." Amanda said. I
knew that, either way I am screwed with almost nothing to wear, but little
girl dresses.
"What is all this commotion up here?" My mother said barging through the
door. I am not sure why my mother was so forceful.
Caitlyn stood and said, "We were just suggesting things for Emily and
diapers popped up in conversation. After that he started cursing and said
he didn't like his outfit." I thought Amanda was bad, but Caitlyn seems to
want to make things worse as well.
I wanted to say something, but my mother stopped me. "Don't you think
about it. If you don't like diapers and are going to act like a baby, we
might as well dress you like one," my mother said.
Before I knew it, the brown dress and everything was stripped off of me
and I was laying on the ground naked. The girls held me down while my
mother brought in a diaper bag and began to diaper me. After some initial
struggling I was in a thick diaper and was made to put on a white blouse
with the pink jumper skirt covered in little rattles and ducks. With a
petticoat it flared out the skirt enough where the diaper peeked out of
the skirt.
The rest of the time there I was crying and the makeup I had on ran down
my face. No attempt was made to fix it, thank god. I looked like a mess
with makeup smeared all over my face and me in nothing, but a little
girl's dress. The girls maybe up nicknames for me and just added to my
humiliation with taunts and holding up dolls. The was not made to use the
diaper, though I suspect many of them wanted me to use it.
My mother was not pleased with my performance there and after packing up
everything we left Amanda's house. She didn't really speak to me and
besides that I was allowed to eat some food. I was changed out of the
dress back into just a boy's shirt and a diaper. My mother didn't want me
to walk around the house with pants on while I was diapered.
Without pants the diaper I did notice more so than when I could just felt
it. Now the diaper was more evident. After some television, I went to bed
with a diaper and the nightdress I wore the night before. School is going
to be even more of a nightmare with the possibility of those pictures
going around and news of my new status as a little girl. Whatever life I
had so far just went down the gutter.
*************
I been refusing to wear the dresses to school and even at home for most of
the week. I opted to wear diapers. At least those I can hide and go
unnoticed with enough effort. The only thing noticeable is how big my
pants get when I wear them, but my mother got me some stretchable jeans,
which do a good job for the most part. Only time I been dressed as a
little girl is when I was over to Amanda's house. Since the first time I
been dressed as a diapered little girl. I can say that not many outbursts
were made in front of her.
I was about to leave through the front door for school, but mommy
reminded, "Do not forget to listen to Amanda what she says or else." That
or else part was what I was worried about. I honestly don't know how my
situation can get worse, but I am sure there are ways.
"I won't. I promise, Mommy," I replied back and shut the front door behind
me. All good little girls refer to their mothers as mommy. I only started
saying that a day ago, but it already gotten stuck in my head and became
routine quickly.
Again, on the bus and for most of the school day I stayed away from most
of the kids so they wouldn't notice the diaper even if I hid it well. With
the pick book bag and my pierced ears, many of my friends preferred to
stay away too. I mostly got ridiculed at school being referred as a sissy.
I was about to head over to lunch before Amanda and her rat squad stopped
me. Amanda said, "Are you wearing diapers to school?"
"No. Why makes you say that?" I blushed sheepishly as I replied.
"I just want to denote your new status and want to make sure you are
wearing the proper undergarments. If you don't start telling the truth, we
can pull down your pants right here in the hallway and show everyone,"
Amanda said with so much authority.
"That isn't needed. Yes, I am wearing a diaper. We don't need to show
anyone," I said back.
Amanda said, "If that is the case then you should start using them
throughout the school day and don't worry we got fresh ones in your size
back at my locker."
"Please...please...don't..." I said. I was shocked. Even at home I wasn't
made to use the diaper, except for a few times. Now the girls want me to
start using them during school.
"You don't have much a choice, we can send everyone pictures of you
dressed like a little girl and your butt in the air while being changed,"
Amanda said. "There are already rumors about a boy being dressed like a
little girl going around town. Everyone is pointing at you. It is only a
matter of time."
"Fine, but I don't need to go now," I said back.
Caitlyn was in the group and she said, "No worries. We can just have you
start drinking from this throughout the day and in between class." Caitlyn
was holding up a baby bottle filled with water.
Amanda said, "That is a great idea and little Emily can join us for lunch
at our table!"
Not much I could do with a group of girls with enough evidence to destroy
me from the next town over. Besides a group of girls were strong enough to
force a single boy like me into the cafeteria. There I was made to eat
baby food and drink from the bottle. The girls said they got enough food
to last me awhile. I believed them.
In between class I met up with the girls who watched me like a hawk to
make sure I didn't use the bathroom and drank whatever bottle of water
they gave me. Amanda always took pictures of me drinking out of the bottle
for documentation purposes. Why else would she need to take pictures each
time I drank from a bottle or sucking my thumb? The earring definitely
ties everything together in those pictures.
It was not even at the end of the day where Amanda and her goon squad held
me down and had me use the diaper. Tears went down my face and pee
between my legs. After seeing that the girls were victorious, the group of
girls had me stay in the diaper for a good ten minutes before changing me
and sending me off to home. If mommy knew, she probably wouldn't care and
be glad that I been using them instead of wearing them for humiliation
purposes.
That was my daily routine for a few weeks at school and after school would
be in and out of dresses if I ended up going out or visiting Amanda.
Everything that was happening really dug away any resistance I once had. A
few times over my mother lap though sealed the deal. Even crying myself to
sleep stopped as I started to accept my fate. At least at school people
didn't openly know that I was such a freak, but I am positive any
suspicion people once had was confirmed.
*************
It was a Friday when mommy picked me up and we headed off to a day spa
where she made an appointment for me. Before being picked up though, I had
to use my diaper in the middle of class and wasn't changed by the girls.
So mommy took me a rest stop on the side of the road where she changed me
into a fresh diaper and as well a little girl's outfit.
Mommy and I walked into the day spa with me a yellow floral dress with a
pair of white mary janes and white ribbons tied around two high pigtails
on my head. My hair grew close enough to touch my shoulders and made
decent length pigtails. I was completely dressed and walked the part, the
only thing is that I didn't sound like a little girl.
Mommy went up to the reception dragging me by the hand, "Hello. I made an
appointment for Emily Hartwell."
The lady responded, "Ah yes. We do have an appointment and we do indeed
know about his special case. We got a back room just set up for Emily."
"Very good," Mommy said, "Now go with the nice lady and behave. You don't
want to start a scene now, do you?"
"Yes mommy. I'll behave," I said back to mommy. The receptionist took me
by the hand and led me to the back where she helped me take off my dress,
shoes and ribbons. The diaper was kept on for now.
"Now your mommy made an appointment to get your hair and nails done as
well get your body hair removed. Please wait here while the technicians
come and do their job," the receptionist said.
I just sat down on a small chair in the middle of the room. It was a good
bit before anyway came in and a few ladies came in. I heard them making a
few comments and remarks, but once they saw me they shut themselves up.
The technicians ended up removing my diaper anyway.
The first thing that was started on was the removal of my facial and body
hair through a process called electrolysis. This was where they sent small
shocks throughout my body to remove the unwanted hair. Well the hair my
mommy wanted removed. The process took nearly forty-five minutes left most
of my body red. The entire process was humiliating.
I was lead over to a salon chair where they laid down a rubber mat for me
to sit on while my body was wrapped in a robe. I saw one of the
technicians approach me with a pair of tweezers trimming my eyebrows into
feminine arches, while the other went on my nails rounding them out and
painting them a pink color.
After both my nails and toenails were cleaned up and painted, both started
working on my hair. My hair was first washed and rinsed a few times then
the hair was started to be trimmed. I was given some bangs and the rest of
my hair was just trimmed up with the hair framing my face. Then one of the
workers used some goop and brush on my hair two different colors.
When they were finished I was shown a mirror where I saw myself. My mouth
hung wide opened with how feminine I looked now, my hair was a bright
blonde color with the ends of my hair in a bright pink. With how the bangs
and eyebrows framed my face I looked more than just a little girl. I
looked like a sissy. A completely sissy. I had mixed feeling, should I cry
or just stay in shock.
"Emily don't you look cute? I can't believe they did such a wonderful job,
but what am I going to do with you," Mommy said as she looked at the
ground. My eyes went to where she was looking and I noticed a huge puddle
of pee between my legs.
I looked over to one of technicians, "My, what a baby. Can't even control
his own bladder that well."
The other said, "Don't you worry, you can get him cleaned up here and we
will take care of the mess later." Both of the workers left me and mommy
alone.
Mommy dropped the diaper bag by the clothes where she used baby wipes to
clean me up first before having me lay down, "You really need to control
your bladder more. Good thing I had you start wearing diapers more often."
Wasn't that the problem? Me wearing diapers all the time, at least at home
I can run to the bathroom. Anywhere, especially at school I was made to
use it whenever I had to take a pee. Out of the house I had been expected
to use it more often as well. I even had to wear the diapers for a few
hours because someone didn't bring enough or just to have me sit in them.
Mommy powdered my crotch and used baby oil. I was then changed in a fresh
diaper. Next was back in the dress and white mary janes, but instead of
pigtails my mother put a headband in my hair with a huge flower on the
side of it.
Mommy said thanks to the receptionist and told mommy that I would have to
be back two or three times to make sure all the hair wouldn't grow back.
Mommy also made the appointments every three weeks to also take care of
coloring my hair and whatever else I might need done to me.
I really don't know how long I would be expected to be a little girl even
if I got used to it for the most part it seems that I am going to a little
girl for a long time. It was even worse, a diapered little girl. This
became even more clear when the next stop mommy took me was to Angelic
Pretties where she wanted to make a few additional purchases.
Ms. Michaels came up to mommy and said, "Oh it has been a while. Are you
here for more pretty outfits for little Emily here?"
"Well not exactly. Emily's birthday is coming up in almost two weeks and
it's going to be a princess theme party," Mommy said, "So I want to get
her a special outfit for the occasion."
"Do you have anything in mind? Also, would you like anything else?" Ms.
Michaels said.
Mommy replied, "I saw these lovely prints online and they were worn by
teenage girls. I think the fashion was called Lolita or something like
that. If older girls dressed like younger ones, I am sure that my Emily
can wear the same prints."
Mommy and Ms. Michaels conversed a bit longer about the orders and ended
up ordering the birthday outfit along a few other garments I had no idea
what they were. All I knew was that they needed a lot of my measurements
from my waist, shoulders, arms, hips and chest.
I also left the store in a new pink sleeveless party with thick shoulder
strap and across the stomach made out of yellow fabric. I had a pink
petticoat along with mary janes to finish the outfit. Mommy also had a few
accessories, capes and a few petticoats she bought me. As mommy says, I
can never have enough petticoats.
Because I was such a good little girl, mommy got me some ice cream and
took me out for dinner before going home. At home we just put all my
clothes away in the closet and their proper places. Because today was a
Friday, I was allowed to stay up until nine and watch some television. The
only television I was allowed to watch were shows that were meant for
little girls.
I got a decent night of sleep with Tulip by my side.
*************
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