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The Swim Diaper Synopsis Desperate for a job, Mark meets Marge, owner of a pool service, who takes on a new account and Mark. That account is not your every day swimming pool account and Abby isn't your every day customer. "Different strokes for different folks," Mark muses as he closes the swim diaper he's put on before picking up the pool sweep. Story Mark was getting desperate. He needed a job. Mark was working the street of small businesses beginning a week ago and it was becoming painful. He was halfway down the block and only two had even taken his name. This new one, a pool service, was busy as five guys were working at loading five small pick-up trucks under the constant urging and prodding of a very large woman. Mark put his best face on, squared his shoulders and walked in. Mark knew a little about pools and chemicals having worked one Summer for the city's Parks and Recreation Department. He girded himself for rejection while defining a face full of confidence. "Looking for a good worker?" Mark said after his good morning to who he hoped was the owner. "I'm not hiring right now but leave your name and number and if that changes I can call you," the woman Marge said hurriedly. Mark thanked her, handed her one of his resumes and began to walk off. Marge paused, wiped her hands, took the resume and watched mark walk to the large roll up door. The idea hit her then... "Hey, wait a second. How bad you want to work?" Marge asked looking thoughtful and at Mark's resume. "Badly. I need a job. I'll take anything," Mark said instantly. "I mean seriously, how bad?" Marge asked. "I am being serious," Mark said curiously. "Will, keep that thought at the front and come into the office with me," Marge said as put Mark's resume between her teeth. She tossed the flexible hose she was coiling on the floor, turned and walked off. Mark followed enthusiastically. "You know about pool chemicals and such?" Marge asked. "Worked one Summer for Parks and Recreation. Took care of the main pool and kiddie pool by myself," Mark said proudly. "That's good. Got a prospective client, but I haven't followed up on it yet," Marge said. "Oh," Mark replied not sure what else to say. "Look, it was a weird call, very weird, but I called the woman back, and she's legitimate. Hold on while I find the sheet. Actually, I wasn't even going to consider bidding this one, but if you want the work... ah, wait, here is it," Marge said after shuffling papers on her desk to find the one she wanted. Mark waited as Marge looked the call sheet over. "OK, it's a lap pool, about an hours worth of work once it's settled, but if it pans out and you still want it, I'll pay you for five hours a day for that one," Marge said. "Five hours pay for one hours work? I can do that," Mark said as he added, "Would that be once a week or what?" "Nope, more. Woman wants the pool scrubbed daily. That's Monday through Friday, and don't ask me why but that's what she wants. Actually, the woman wants the bottom brushed and that means getting in the water," Marge said and added, "It's heated so the cold shouldn't be an issue." "I can do that too," Mark said excitedly. Standing in a warm pool to clean it wouldn't bother him and Marge had his attention over that comment about an hours work for five hours pay. "There's a catch," Marge said and added, "A big one." "Doesn't matter, I'll do it," Mark said. "Hold on, you haven't heard the weird part yet," Marge said and added, "Like I said, she's most likely a nut case, but then again she's rich so I suppose that makes her eccentric. The thing is, she wants the person cleaning her pool to wear a swim diaper of all things," Marge said. "A swim diaper?" Mark said caught off guard. "A swim diaper," Marge repeated. "You're serious?" Mark asked. "I am. Look, I know. Made me nearly bust a gut when she said that, but that's the deal. Like I said, a nut, but if I bid it and get it I can guarantee that you'll get those five hours pay for that hour worked. That would be 25 hours a week pay for five worked," Marge said. "A swim diaper?" Mark asked trying to visualize a swim diaper as he asked, "Why?" "Why? Who knows. Tell you the truth I didn't ask so I have no idea, but that's what she wants," Marge said and added, "I'm guessing she doesn't want the person that's cleaning her pool going potty in it. That's the reason they put them on kids. Right?" "A swim diaper would do it," Mark said snickering as he remembered the kids still in diapers wearing their own version of a swim diaper. "Not even sure what a swim diaper looks like," Marge said. "I do. I mean I think I do. Never seen one for an adult. When I was a working part time for the Parks and Recreation Department they made it mandatory that kids under five wear them," Mark said and added, "Looks kind of like an all-in-one." "What the hell is an all in one?" Marge said and added, "Help me visualize that." "OK, it's a cloth diaper covered by plastic pants that usually closes with flaps over the front of the diaper. Like wings I guess. The ones I've seen, on babies that is, have elastic around the waist and legs that helps keep the water out so the diaper doesn't soak and sag," Mark said. "And I suppose it keeps whatever the baby did inside the diaper, inside the diaper, right," Marge asked. "Pretty much. I can see it on kids, but why an adult?" Mark asked. "Like I said, I don't have a clue. Look, that's pretty much all I got so far. Woman has a pool, she wants it cleaned daily and the pool guy, or girl I suppose, has to wear a swim diaper. If you want the job I'll call and bid on it, if not I'll call you if and when I get an opening, OK," Marge said. "OK, I guess I'm kind of interested, but I've got a couple of questions like where would I even find a swim diaper that will fit me?" Mark asked curiously. "Supposedly she's already got them, or so she says. I'm supposed to give her your waist size. So does this mean you're interested or what?" Marge asked. "Not sure. I mean yes, sort of I guess. The thing is, how public is this pool of hers?" Mark asked. "Honestly, I haven't seen the pool so I'm not sure about that either, but I can ask," Marge said and added, "Makes sense that you'd not want to wear something like that in public." "That's for sure," Mark said. "So do I call her or not?" Marge asked. "Five hours for one hour of work? I'm definitely interested I guess, but I'd sure like a little more information," Mark said hesitating. "Then let me give her a call right now and get that taken care of," Marge said and added, "I'm a little curious myself now." "What kind of scheduling? I mean that hour. When would I need to do the cleaning?" Mark asked trying to imagine what he would look like in a swim diaper. It brought a smile to his face at the notion. "Schedules up to you as far as I'm concerned. All she cares about is having it cleaned before noon. She uses the pool to exercise in the afternoon or evening. That pretty much leaves it up to you when you do it, just as long as it's done before noon," Marge said and added, "And, again, it's heated." "Heated is nice. OK, yes, I guess I'm interested," Mark said. "Good lad, gutsy. Tell you what, I'll put my bid together and call her a little later, give her the bid and then call you if she takes the offer. Can I reach you at this number?" Marge said looking at the phone number on Mark's resume. "Yes, that's my cell," Mark said as he started to turn for the door. "Good enough. You know what? Wait, never mind damn it, you're already here. Let me call her now and get it over with," Marge said as she picked up the phone. She dialed, waited and then smiled at Mark. "Ms. Pennyworth? Hi, it's Marge Hanson of Hanson's pools. Look, I've got a young man willing to clean your pool. Yes, he will do so on your terms, so that means we can accommodate your wishes. Great. He's got a couple of questions... Great, OK, he needs to know how private this pool is? It is? That's great. OK, OK, that's good and I'll pass that on to him," Rose said cupping the phone. "It's very private," Rose said. "Excellent," Mark answered as Rose went back to the conversation. "Listen, I'm going to have to charge you on a daily basis and for a five hour service call to have someone out there five days a week. I'm charging you to pay him the extra for the diapers. If that's agreeable I can have him start this Monday," Marge said before cupping the phone again to add, "OK, hold on." "She's OK with the cost and start time. What's your waist size?" Rose asked of Mark. "26 inches," Mark said blushing at the thought he was being measured for a diaper. "Did you get that? Right, 26 inches. Monday then. I'll have the young man bring a self addressed stamped envelope with the contract. You can sign it and mail it back," Marge said and added, "And thank you for your business." "She accepted the bid," Mark said assuming the woman had when Rose hung up the phone. "She accepted without batting an eye so we both are going to make a little money on this. OK, so on that privacy issue, it is very private. Pool runs along the side of the house, it's covered by a lattice fence covered in ivy. There is a small cabana to change in and she will have those swim diapers in there on a counter," Rose said. "Will I meet her?" Mark asked. "No she said. She's most often not at home till the afternoon so she says use the North gate to get to the pool. There is a key to the cabana in a potted plant by the door of the cabana itself. You go ahead and test the water at least once a week, add chemicals as needed, but scrub it daily. Agreed?" Marge asked. "Agreed," Mark said finally. "Come on and let's get your paper work done. You'll get paid on Fridays after three o'clock when my book keeper finishes," Marge said. Mark took Rose's hand. He couldn't believe it, he had a job. Albeit an odd kind of job but a job nonetheless. It wasn't quite noon yet and Saturday and he no longer had to spend the day looking for work. He had a job he whispered on his way back to his dorm room. That Monday Mark found the house and laughed to himself. Privacy wasn't going to be a problem since there was at least half an acre around the place and all of the properties were like that. It was also clear the woman had money. Mark decided to try the front door for the contract and when no one answered he hung it on the door knob in a plastic bag. He used the North gate and walked towards the cabana. The key was where Marge said it would be and once inside Mark laughed again. On a wet bar were those diapers. Five of them and next to the diapers five large towels. The note, folded, was leaning against the diapers and read: "To whom, if the diapers don't fit please leave me a note and don't clean till I get some that will. If they do fit go ahead and do the cleaning and leave both the diaper and towel in the bathroom hamper. Thank you, Abby Pennyworth." Mark sat the note down, smiled and picked up one of the diapers. Mark let it fall open. It was an All-In-One diaper and waterproof cover combination. It was exactly like the diapers you'd see on babies and toddlers. There was elastic front and back and around the legs with a generous flap that would close over the front. Mark sat it back on the counter top. Abby had called her seamstress only minutes after talking with the pool service. She gave the seamstress the sizes with a promise to have five diapers finished by Sunday evening. She delivered as promised and that Sunday night Abby placed all five diapers with towels in her cabana. Mark, on Monday morning, picked up one of the diapers, unfolded it and smiled as he whispered, "Oddest job I'll ever have." Mark stripped off his tee-shirt, jeans and shorts after removing his shoes and socks. In front of the mirror decorating the wall next to the bathroom door, he spread his legs and brought the diaper between them. It was just as he had imagined. White thick cotton lining under a soft white layer of plastic that had elastic around the legs and waist. It closed with Velcro flaps snugly and fit him almost perfectly. Abby meanwhile moved a small lever, then twisted the knob at the top and the small camera that was set in the far corner of the cabana, turned silently zooming in on his waist. "You are adorable sweetheart," Abby whispered as she zoomed out when Mark started for the door. She twisted another knob that was lettered for each camera and an outside camera caught Mark coming out of the cabana. Abby spent that hour sipping tea and playing with the cameras that caught Mark from four different angles, not counting the two set inside the cabana itself. When Mark dressed Abby wrote the date and time on the disk that held Mark's first session. Mark spent the afternoon in his first class at collage trying not to focus on that morning. It was so odd moving about that small side yard in that diaper but after a time he'd gotten use to the thickness between his legs and went on with the cleaning. The water was pristine and comfortably warm and just deep enough to cover the diaper as he scrubbed it from one end to the other. Mark smiled to himself as his instructor went over that day's lecture. Next day was the same as the first, but this time he didn't need to test the pH or chemicals. He also took less time changing and only a few moments to admire the diaper he wore. The contract, signed, was sitting next to the stack of diapers, less that one he wore yesterday. There was another note this time telling him he'd done an excellent job and thanking him for that and there was fresh squeezed lemonade in the small refrigerator. That same note also invited Mark to the use of the pool, before noon, if he wanted. At $8.00 an hour Mark was earning $40 dollars a day for an easy hour and the diaper wasn't nearly as bad as he'd imagined. Obviously he wasn't going to share what he was doing for his modest wages but he could admit to being a pool service man and smiled at that. $200 a week he mused for wearing a diaper and that wasn't bad. When Mark was finished cleaning he poured a large glass of ice cold lemonade and sat at one of the tables facing the pool. He had left the diaper on. Mark moved back into the pool, dove in and took a few laps before having another glass of lemonade. He also spent a little more time in front of the mirror again before changing back for school. It made his bottom look bigger he noted patting it as he turned side to side. Abby meanwhile was in heaven as she once again removed the disk and wrote the time and date on it. Session two had passed. This time, Abby vowed, she'd take it slower. She'd lost the last young man who decided he wasn't making enough to wear diapers. It had also taken her a dozen calls before Marge at least took the information, promising to get back to her. Abby watched Mark remove his diaper as she whispered, "Mommy wishes she was doing that for you baby." Mark, again in class, thought a lot about the diaper he'd been wearing. It was still weird, very weird but the oddity itself made it novel and he had to admit, privately of course, that it wasn't nearly as unpleasant as it might seem. The woman, whoever she was, was definitely eccentric and it seems, so was he now. "Hi Helen," Abby said on the phone after she changed her own diaper. She had waited till Mark left before changing and she was soaked. Helen, her seamstress greeted Abby warmly as Abby added, "Helen, go ahead and make the next five diapers with just one additional layer added for this round. I've got to take it a little slower this time." Helen promised she'd have the newest set of diapers for Mark ready by Saturday this time. Abby hadn't wanted to order the next set till she was sure Mark would return. "One layer at a time precious," Abby said after hanging up the phone. She was editing Mark's second session as she said it and then added softly, "My little play pal." "Everything going OK?" Marge asked as she handed Mark his check. It was three thirty in the afternoon on Friday and payday. Mark cleared $175.00 dollars for the week and was thrilled. Five hours work and five diapers he mused. It was worth the money, Mark had decided. "It's OK. Tolerable," Mark said not wanting Marge to think he might like diapers, but not wanting to risk losing the job either. Mark thought back over the week. Mark's third day had lasted two hours with most of that second hour being spent in front of the mirror. He had even put his thumb in his mouth for a second. On Thursday, his forth day, Mark had laid down on the carpet to diaper himself and had remained on the floor for some number of minutes before going out to scrub the pool. Mark found himself fascinated by the feel of wearing a diaper. "What?" Mark asked as he realized he was day dreaming and missed what Marge had said. "I said, I'll see you next Friday unless there is a problem," Marge noted taking Mark's hand. "Friday," Mark said as he walked out of Marge's office. He had the weekend and his homework wasn't very heavy. Mark wasn't sure exactly what the difference was in the diaper he closed around himself but it felt different enough to notice. As far as he knew the set sitting on the counter was identical to the set he had worn the week before which of course it wasn't. It wasn't by one more layer of Birdseye cotton that Helen, Abby's seamstress, had added. It didn't matter though because on Monday there was baby powder added to the diapers and towels on the counter and another note: "Sorry about not adding the baby powder. I should have added the powder before this but forgot. A rash might not be a problem but as the weather grows warmer it could be. There is fresh lemonade and some cookies in the refrigerator. I am very pleased with your work. Abby." Mark laid down immediately and was very liberal with the baby powder before he closed the diaper around himself. He also remained on the floor again although sideways to the mirror this time as he admired the look and feel of the slightly thicker diaper. Mark rolled onto his side supporting his head as he caressed the diaper with his left hand. He got up on his knees for a moment, turned sideways again, the turned again to look at his bottom. Mark stood and posed several times before heading out to clean the pool. When he finished he came back, poured himself a glass of Lemonade and went out in his diaper to sit. Mark arrived at 9 o'clock and didn't start cleaning till 10, spending most of his time posing at the mirror. He also remained till 11:30 before changing to hurry off to school. Mark couldn't put his emotions into words but it was becoming very erotic, those diapers. Mark looked out the windows guiltily before he began rubbing himself vigorously. He played with himself today, Abby mused happily as she labeled disk number 7. Mark had been wearing diapers seven days. She was positive, after that little session in front of her camera, that Mark would definitely tolerate a new style. Mark couldn't wait for Tuesday morning and was at Abby's place by 8:30. He'd gone to the pharmacy the night before and this time, as he lay over the diaper and powdered himself, he nursed a new pacifier. Mark also didn't waste any time, this second time, rubbing himself over the diaper. It was, in fact, very obvious to Abby when he climaxed. Abby, in her office watching, did the same, wishing again that they were together. Thursday and Friday were nearly identical to Wednesdays little session but on Friday Mark brought himself to climax before he cleaned the pool then again after. It was the last diaper of the five for that week as Mark, sadly, left for his classes. Mark, when Monday arrived was at the beginning of his third set of diapers. He was also positive that the diaper he closed around himself was a thicker this time. While it looked identical to the ones he'd been wearing over the past two weeks it clearly was different. It just felt thicker, even softer perhaps, but it had been two days since he wore them and he blamed it on his excitement as he lay there nursing the pacifier and admiring the soft white bubble that formed around him. Mark was beginning to love his diapers. "Hello, Mark, you out there?" Abby called from the patio door scaring Mark. Mark wasn't sure if it was the owner, but it didn't matter as he jumped up, moved to his pants to hid the pacifier, then moved quickly to the door. He didn't open it all the way deciding that if it wasn't Abby he didn't want to be seen. Then again, who would know his name, he wondered. "Mark? Hello? It's Abby. Abby Pennyworth," Abby said again and added, "The owner and the reason I suspect you are hiding at the moment. I'm sorry about those diapers, but it's kind of a hang-up for me." Mark wasn't sure what to do standing there in just the diaper. It took a second for him to realize that his guilty conscious was not realizing that the diaper wasn't his idea but the woman standing outside. Although he was not comfortable showing himself off in just the diaper. "Mark, I'm sorry to surprise you like this, but I had to come home and change. If you are already dressed for work, and don't want to be seen I'll understand. Just thought I'd take the opportunity to say hi and get in a few laps before heading out again," Abby said cautiously. Mark, blushing over the situation, swallowed, shook off his guilt. He had already decided that since the woman already knew what he was wearing that appearing that way wasn't as bad as he might think. He did, in those few seconds, slip his tee-shirt back on. What blew Mark's mind in those seconds was Abby. Abby was wearing the same style diaper as Mark but under a sheer wrap and top to a swim suit. She was holding a towel. His blush came anyway but his embarrassment wasn't nearly as bad as it might have been. "Hi," Mark said shyly coming a few feet past the cabana door. It wasn't just that Abby was wearing the same diaper, as much as how much younger she was than he had visualized. Mark had visions of an old woman but Abby couldn't be more than thirty, if that. She was strikingly beautiful. "Thought it might help if I wore what I normally wear when I do my laps in the pool. Care for tea? If you've got the time that is. I'm brewing a pot right now," Abby asked. "Tea would be nice," Mark said nervously. Mark wasn't sure why Abby might have to wear that diaper, but the fact she was made all difference in how he felt over wearing his. "You must think I'm a real nut case," Abby said. "Not at all," Mark answered with a little fib, and then snickered as he added, "Although, if you are a nut, so am I since I am wearing the same thing." "Hey, that's right. Oh how wonderful to be around someone as crazy as I am," Abby said smiling as she added, "Come on, let's have some tea and get to know each other and find out just how crazy we really are." Mark immediately liked the woman and there was something else given what she was wearing. He had already decided that his diaper, at least his, was very erotic and that made her, wearing her's, just as erotic. Why she wore hers was another matter but he was sure now why he was wearing his and it wasn't just to clean her pool. "Goes back to when I was a child," Abby said pouring hot water over a tea bag already in Mark's cup. Mark smiled. "What's that?" Mark asked. "Diapers. Anyway, my parents would never let me into the pool without a swim diaper and that went on for years. Long after I outgrew the need for them. It was my mother who insisted on it," Abby said and paused to sip her tea. "I worked for Parks and Recreation and any kid under five had to wear them the swim," Mark said. "Five is one thing, preteen another. Obviously paranoid, my mother, but over the years I got use to them. Can't swim without them now and, as you've noticed, I've ended up with that same sort of paranoia as my mother," Abby said. "Not paranoid, more like a minor fetish or so my psychology teacher would say," Mark said smiling as he drained his tea bag before sitting it on the saucer under his cup. "Oh, I like the way that sounds. Thank you," Abby said sipping again at her own tea as she added, "But still a nut case, right?" "According to my boss, you've got enough money to be eccentric," Mark said. "I like your boss as well," Abby said and added, "And if you don't mind me saying so, you look damn cute in that diaper." Mark blushed, not sure what to say to that. "There I go. I didn't mean to make that sound so damn bold. I'm always doing that. I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable. Sometimes my brain just isn't fast enough to keep up with my mouth," Abby said. "Not a problem and thank you," Mark said wishing he hadn't reacted the way he had. He felt like a kid suddenly. "So, have you cleaned yet?" Abby asked. "No, I was about to," Mark said fibbing again. "Mind putting it off a little so I can get in a few laps?" Abby asked. "No, not at all. I've got three hours before my next class," Mark said. "Care to join me then?" Abby asked. "Sure," Mark said standing when she did. Abby was a strong swimmer and easily out distanced Mark a couple of times. It was unnerving only slightly when he had to remove his tea shirt but after a few laps he'd grown use to being just in his diaper. The only difference between them was Abby wore a bra style top. "That was nice," Abby said as she dried herself and added, "Unfortunately I've got to run." "Not a problem. I'll start cleaning," Mark said and added, "It was a pleasure meeting you." "So I haven't scared you off then," Abby said smiling as she slipped her arms into the gauzy wrap she had worn when she greeted him. "Not at all," Mark said. "Good. Then I'll see you again some time," Abby said. "Looking forward to it," Mark said as he moved to the supply cabinet that was built into the side of the cabana for the brush. Mark spent his hour cleaning and left assuming Abby had already gone. She hadn't, of course and delighted in the fact that Mark, before he changed, slipped his pacifier back into his mouth and satisfied his sexual urges again. Clearly he was enjoying his diapers, Abby mused, as she closed her eyes to her own pleasure. Mark's fantasies now included Abby in her own diaper and it would have surprised him to know that some of them were not to far off Abby's. Abby had also left him a note when he arrived again on that following Monday. "Mark, going to be home Wednesday a bit before noon. If you have the time, I'd really enjoy seeing you again, perhaps tea and some fresh fruit, then a few laps together. If that sounds reasonable I'll see you then. I've left you a pencil. Abby." Mark slipped into his diaper and from his knapsack took out the new baby bottle he'd purchased filling it with lemonade after writing just below Abby's note that he'd like that very much. It took Mark a while to nurse his baby bottle as he continued playing with himself in front of the mirror. Abby, meanwhile, was nearly faint watching Mark nurse from that baby bottle. She wanted to mommy him in the worst way. It was easier, much easier, wearing his diaper in front of her this second time. Erotic as well as her image refreshed his fantasies and he was having them with her sitting there across from him. They talked about all sorts of things from current events to school and what she did. She owned a series of boutiques for upscale clothing, mostly catering to little girls and their special occasions. Special occasions, Mark found out, was pageants mostly, communions, and weddings. Mark also found out that one of her designers and a seamstress of some note, according to Abby, made his diapers as well as hers. It was Mark's forth week in those diapers and he would have given a weeks pay if he could take at least one home with him. Mark's fantasies were growing and some of it because they also met twice more that same week. Mark was sure it was to see him and not for the reasons given. Wishful thinking he worried, but she confirmed his first hopes when she wrote asking if he'd like to have dinner one night next week. That was Abby's hopes as well because she did want to see him, but in her case it was imagining Mark laying in front of her as she waited for Mark to answer her note. "Hey, what about dinner Saturday? I have enjoyed our conversations of late and wouldn't mind, no make that, I'd love to talk some more. As always, should you or any of your team get caught the agency will disavow having known you. This note will self-destruct within a few decades if left alone. Abby." Mark laughed over the humor in her note and again there was a pencil to respond with. He did respond promising to be there at seven, and was. Dinner was causal and taken in the kitchen sitting on stools at her large counter. Chinese, she shared from several boxes of flavorful things, and a red wine that was excellent after she had Mark open it. She had insisted he bring only himself and one very red rose as an offering. He brought the rose. Abby placed the rose in a vase that she sat between them before placing and lighting two candles. A hopeful sign Mark mused. Candlelight meant all sorts of things but the most important was a sense that sex might be in his future. Of that Abby was certain. "Care for a moonlight swim?" Abby asked. "Don't we have to wait half an hour after we eat?" Mark asked. "It's just that I don't think I can wait that long before I see you in just your adorable swim outfit," Abby said seductively or at least Mark thought that. "We could just wade," Mark answered mischievously. He could only imagine one other thing besides seeing Abby in her diaper and that was his own. They separated and Mark went off to the cabana. How strange Mark mused as he brought the diaper between his legs. Strange that something so seemingly uncomfortable could be so comforting and sensuous. He also realized, as he moved, that he was being caressed by the diaper. Mark walked out of the cabana wearing only his diaper and there was Abby, already changed and so oddly cute in her own. "It feels thicker," Mark said with very little embarrassment after these few weeks. "Would it scare you if I said it was?" Abby asked. "Been wearing these for a while now. I'd say no, not scared, just curious," Mark answered. "Cuteness is the word I'd use. You look so damn cute in that diaper and I've been pushing you a little. Added one more layer a couple of times," Abby said. "I thought it felt different," Mark said running his hand along the sides as he moved closer to where Abby was. "Good different or bad different?" Abby asked looking hopeful. "Good difference I suppose and that, I'm guessing, makes me sound a little odd, right?" Mark said. "Odd because you like it? No, not at all. To be honest, I was counting on that. Mark, I'm not wearing these because I have to, I'm wearing them because I want to. You said it yourself, it's a kind of fetish and having someone, as attractive as you, sharing similar feelings with me is wonderful," Abby said. "Then it's a very good difference," Mark said ignoring any risk of saying so. Abby, smiling, took Mark's hand and walked him to the pools edge. They descended into the water slowly, wading in the comfortably warm waist high water till they were centered. Abby dipped first then Mark before both began a comfortable lap to the other end. "What if you were wearing one that was even thicker still?" Abby asked positioning an arm on the coping she was resting against. She was facing Mark as she said it and added, "I mean what would you say to that?" "What would I say? You know what, I don't know what I'd say. Maybe I wouldn't say anything," Mark noted with a slight grin to match Abby's. It was now or never, Abby mused, as she slipped a foot forward to bring her closer to Mark. She bent forward enough to make her desire to kiss him obvious and Mark moved the rest of the way. That first kiss was soft, experimental, cautious. They embraced, hands on each others neck, Mark's left hand slipped down to Abby's side just above her diaper. Abby's free hand moved down Mark's back as well but over his bottom, Mark copied her motions as they pressed their lips and pelvic's together. Abby's other hand joined the one over Mark's diaper and suddenly, albeit slowly, Mark felt the waist band being tugged. Warm pool water slowly seeped into his diaper filling it quickly as their kiss broke. "You realize I'm soaked," Mark said as the warm water moved from the back to the front. "Then let's get you changed, baby," Abby said as she released Mark's waist and kissed him again. They joined hands with Abby leading Mark to the steps and out of the pool. She had two towels on the table nearest the pools steps taking one up to wrap around Mark's shoulders. She dried herself first, then Mark. "Now it does feel odd," Mark said as the wet diaper sagged a little. "Baby doesn't like being in a wet diaper does he?" Abby said. "No," Mark said ignoring the term baby. Obviously this had been planned and she wanted to play and that was part of the play. Mark was more than willing to play. "No baby likes a wet diaper," Abby said smiling. "Now I know why," Mark said. "Does baby want mommy to change him?" Abby teased as she moved the towel over Mark's back before kissing him again. "Yes," Mark said softly as Abby brought the towel down Mark's legs. If there was any doubt that Abby wanted to play it was gone when Mark saw the diaper on a changing pad laying together on a cute double bed. She had walked him into the house, down the hall, pass the kitchen and into what might have once been a maid's quarters. If there was any doubt that Abby liked being a baby that too went by the wayside as Mark surveyed what could only be described as a child's room. More a girl's nursery. An adult sized toddler or baby girl. "My play room," Abby said to Mark's look. "Amazing," Mark said trying to find a word that would capture what he was seeing and how he felt about it. "Come on and let's get you changed," Abby said. Mark allowed her to take his hand. He allowed her to easily lead him to the child's bed and that diaper. It was not a swim diaper nor an all-in- one, just a diaper and it was extremely thick. Mark swooned a little feeling slightly giddy. Next to the diaper a soft looking pair of white baby pants. "I take it I'm going to go past the swim diaper phase," Mark said. "Mark, if you allow me, I'm going to take you quite a ways past even that. If that's OK," Abby asked as she put her hands on Mark's hips to gently guide him backwards to the beds edge. Mark, nodding a yes and cooperating fully, eagerly, laid down over the changing pad, even spreading his legs without Abby's prompt. He knew what was coming, hoping when it did that it was slow for the sake of making this last. He wished then that he had that new baby's bottle or his pacifier. "Babies like to nurse when they are getting changed," Abby said almost as if she had read his mind. There was a night stand with a cute lamp designed above a pink porcelain baby lamb and from the drawer came a pacifier. It was pink but a pacifier nonetheless. "They do," Mark said watching Abby bring it to his lips. Mark took it without a hint of protest moving his tongue over the soft rubber nipple as Abby gently pushed it fully into his mouth, right to the pink guard. With Mark now pacified she turned her attention to his diaper. She tugged at the far flap causing a ripping sound before doing the same to the one close to her. The diaper, still warm from Mark's body and pool water, came up exposing Mark and his obvious excitement. He began to chill but just enough to emphasize he was exposed. On that same nightstand a soft pastel blue plastic box of baby wipes as Abby removed one with a tug. Mark was laying on the wet diaper, now fully open, as Abby began wiping him from the waist to his genitals. That too was amazing to Mark given how sensuous a baby wipe could be. Abby used another before removing the diaper and then a third to finish cleaning him. That diaper Mark had laid over came between his legs after lifting himself. It was contoured and where there was elastic it puckered as Abby shifted and tugged it into place. Mark continued nursing the pacifier. Baby oil filled her palm after Mark's cleaning. A forth baby wipe cleaned Abby's hands, but Mark hadn't noticed, still savoring the baby oil and Abby's slow careful application. He could do this for as long as Abby wanted, he mused. Mark's abdomen and genitals glistened from the baby oil as Abby took up the Johnson and Johnson's baby powder. She simply had to tip the baby powder for it to fall those few inches over Mark's skin. Abby gently lifted Mark's genitals before powdering him there. Mark wasn't sure it was the notion of being babied, the props Abby used or Abby's careful manipulation of his privates but he liked it. He liked it all and some of it was well past his fantasy. Reality, he mused, however fanciful, was definitely better. "Does baby like this?" Abby cooed. Mark smiled past the edges of his pacifier. That smile said it all as Abby wiped her hands clear of the baby powder. "Mark precious, I don't think I'm going to be able to last much longer," Abby said as she undid the flaps of her diaper. Mark, unable to speak, moaned a little as Abby's diaper fell to the floor. She straddled him easing down gently, slowly before she settled motionless. Mark pushed up slightly as Abby reached back to release her top. They easily found their rhythm and Mark no longer needed to imagine what it might be like as he arched his back. Both climaxed too soon. "It will be slower and longer next time," Abby said bending at her waist to kiss Mark a second after removing his pacifier. Mark, breathing heavily, was beyond words as Abby stood naked in front of him. Another moment passed before she bent to bring the diaper between Mark's legs. A diaper pin, already open, tipped in white enamel, joined the two edges on the far side, then another making his new diaper snug. She sat then grabbing the soft white baby pants gathering them as Mark, with no thought of hesitating lifted his legs together while bending at his knees. Abby eased the baby pants over his feet, then along his bent legs till they rested at the beginning of his thighs. "Lift your bottom precious," Abby said and Mark did exactly that allowing Abby to draw the soft plastic over his diaper. The act of bending his legs had eased the diaper open slightly at the back but had gathered and pushed it between his legs. The motion of planting his feet to lift himself gathered the diaper even more. Incredible, Mark mused as Abby fitted the baby pants, and he thought of them as baby pants, around the cotton diaper. Abby slipped Mark's pacifier back into his mouth before taking his hand to ease him up to stand with her. With that done Abby changed places smiling up at Mark. "Diapers are in the top drawer, baby pants below that," Abby said as she reached into the drawer of the nightstand to remove another pacifier. There were several now that Mark could see inside. In the large dresser, neatly folded, were two stacks of diapers. Mark grabbed one laying it on the dressers top before opening the second drawer. He was expecting to see baby pants but not in the variety that appeared. A dozen maybe more and some of the extremely girlish. "Does my baby girl have a favorite?" Mark asked. "On me or on you?" Abby asked back smiling. "On you silly, I'm already wearing mine," Mark said. "Something with lace then. Those on the right top," Abby said. Mark took up the upper most pair on the right stack. Ruffles and lace but it was the nylon that covering that caught his attention. A very light blush pink nylon over a white plastic lining with that ruffled lace going across the back. "These are so cute," Mark said removing the pacifier to talk as he gathered the set to move back over towards Abby. "My favorites Daddy," Abby whispered beyond her own pacifier. Daddy, Mark mused. She was mommy, he was daddy and that hinted at a bit of role playing. He could do that, he realized, then smiled broadly as the diaper he wore pushed the soft plastic against the inside of his thighs. It was like silk, that plastic. "Then daddy is going to enjoy putting his baby girl in these," Mark said moving to sit next to Abby. He sat both the diaper and ruffled baby pants to the side before taking the diaper up. It was like the one he wore, he mused. "Unisex," Mark whispered. "What?" Abby asked. "Our diapers are the same so they are for both a girl and a boy," Mark said. "For babies, it's what they are put into that defines the sex. Can't tell what sex a baby is most of the time," Abby said. "Pink is for girls, blue is for boys," Mark said as he slipped the diaper under Abby who had lifted her hips. "Diaper pins are in the dish," Abby said. "I saw them," Mark said bending to reach those diaper pins Abby had noted. Mark automatically took up one of the pink sets opening both before taking up the baby oil. He used a baby wipe first gently mimicking Abby's motions when she was cleaning him. It was another one of those incredibly erotic moments as Mark rubbed Abby with baby oil and it was obvious she felt the same way. Mark, still in the afterglow of his own orgasm, enjoyed the face Abby was making. Mark wiped his hands with a baby wipe then took up the baby powder and like Abby he was just as liberal covering her. The smell of it, that hint of lilac was intoxicating. "Back over front," Abby said as Mark finished with the baby powder. Mark brought the front smoothly under the back as Abby had done with his diaper then slipped the pin into both layers. He did the same with the other side drawing the diaper snugly around Abby's generous hips and smaller waist. "These really are cute," Mark said gathering the ruffled panties as Abby lifted her legs in the same way Mark his. "I have whisper pants," Abby said as Mark drew the rumba styled baby pants along Abby's legs. Mark had put the pacifier back into his mouth so he couldn't ask what those were as Abby added, "I'll show you when you're done." Mark finished diapering Abby and she stood. She stood, moved close enough so that their diaper touched, removed her pacifier and kissed Mark when he removed his. A lingering kiss that was made more exotic as Abby moved her hips while pushing her pelvic against him. They hugged, kissed a couple more times before Abby broke loose. She moved to the second drawer again, opened it and a moment later was holding a while pair of baby pants. White nylon Mark noted and thankfully no ruffles or lace but there was that nylon. "Whisper pants," Abby said. "Like a baby girl's baby pants without the ruffles," Mark said. "No, these are also unisex. They are designed so they don't make noise under your clothes. The nylon allows the baby pants to move a little more quietly. Here, let's see if these fit," Abby said. "I'm not sure if I should be wearing those," Mark said hesitating a little. "As opposed to what you are wearing?" Abby asked. "OK, so I suppose hesitating over those given what I'm wearing, might seem a little prudish. Is that what you are saying?" Mark asked. "I'm saying that you in these and me wearing what I'm wearing is going to make snuggling a lot more fun for both of us, not to mention how they feel when we start playing again," Abby said. "Enough said," Mark said as he deftly separated the layer of baby pants from his diaper to remove them. Mark removed his baby pants and easily stepped into the nylon covered pair Abby held open for him and kept his hands out till they were set in place. He lowered his hands bringing them together to sit inside of Abby's while he rested them over the nylon. Abby, meanwhile, was happily running her own over his bottom. "Nice?" Abby asked. "Very nice," Mark answered. "Nice enough to risk wearing something a little cuter than you might consider otherwise?" Abby asked. "As opposed to what I'm wearing," Mark said smiling. "That's true precious," Abby said moving back to the dresser. "That's pink," Mark said of the short top that Abby was pulling out. "That's also mine, unless you want to switch baby pants. I have matching tops to all of those baby pants. Yours is white," Abby said. "I'm not sure I want to go that far," Mark said smiling nervously before adding, "I mean with the pink that is." "Too bad but that's OK, I'll settle for something a bit less girlish on you for now," Abby said. "For now?" Mark asked. "For now," Abby added as she slipped into the pink top before moving back to the dresser drawer. It reminded Mark of a woman's baby doll set when Abby let it fall over her and it fell just short of her ruffled bottom. A very cute look, Mark mused just as Abby lifted the one he was obviously going to wear. "Still a bit girlish," Mark said as Abby held it by the puffy sleeves. "Tonight honey, only the color decides if it's for a baby boy or girl," Abby said and added, "That's why I chose white for you. Besides, wait till we start to cuddle in these things before deciding if you don't like it or not. OK?" "Fair enough," Mark said giving into it. It wasn't as if he'd chosen it and if she liked it on him then he could just as easily like it on him. Besides, it was cute looking as Abby gathered it. "So this is just a top then?" Mark said nervously as it came over his head. "It's called a float. Originally a Bishop dress and both boys and girls wore them at one time," Abby said as she allowed the dress to fall the way her's had. It too fell short of Mark's baby pants and like it or not it could have easily been another baby doll set. "Short," Mark said. "And sweet," Abby added as she moved again to kiss him. Mark kissed back as their hands circled each other. She was right, Mark mused as his hands moved over Abby's top before slipping down to her bottom. Abby's hands were doing the same. "How's that feel on?" Abby said running her hand over Mark's chest. "Nice," Mark said blushing when she moved to either side of his float to tug it out at the sides. "And very sweet on you," Abby said. "Thank you I think," Mark said. "Come on and let's go get a snack and sit in the living room," Abby said taking Mark's hand. "I'd rather play a little more," Mark said with a mischievous smile. "We are going to honey," Abby said as she walked him out of the room. Just beyond the door another that she paused at to tug it open. On the center shelf of several were baby blankets and mark got a white one to Abby's pink. They carried their baby blankets into the kitchen where Abby paused again, this time in front of the refrigerator. "Milk or juice?" Abby asked. "Juice," Mark answered as Abby tugged a half gallon jug of something from the shelf. She turned and added, "Bottles are in that shelf to the right of the sink." "Bottles?" Mark asked moving to the cabinet Abby noted. "Baby bottles precious. Mommy wants to give you a bottle honey," Abby said sitting the jug of grape juice on the counter. "Oh," Mark said blushing as he opened the cabinet door. On the first shelf, a half dozen bottles, all meant for a girl he noted. "Find one?" Abby asked. "It's a toss up between Disney's Princess and Care Bears," Mark said with a smile. "Care Bears if I have a vote," Abby said. "Which would you like?" Mark asked. "Nothing for me yet sweetheart, I'm going to play mommy for now," Abby said. Mark blushed but remained silent as he chose the Care Bears Baby bottle. He handed it to Abby who removed the top, filled it with the grape juice then reversed the nipple so it stood up instead of in the bottle. "Kind of hard being a mommy with a diaper on isn't it," Mark said as he took the baby bottle from Abby. "It is but I've been dreaming of this for a while now so turn your bottom around and head for that couch," Abby said smiling at the image of Mark in his white baby dress and matching panties holding his Care Bear Bottle. "You've been dreaming of this? Of me or this?" Mark asked. "Of you! Honey, ever since I saw you in your diaper I've been dreaming of this," Abby said. "You saw me," Mark asked and added, "When?" "First day precious," Abby said as she sat on the couch. She took the blanket she held and spread it over her lap before she patted it. Mark took the hint and sat down before laying his head on Abby's lap. "How? I mean you weren't home," Mark said. "Actually I was. Truth is I took time off for that particular occasion. Wanted to see what you looked like, first of all, and then how you looked in a diaper. Your diaper," Abby said. "So you were watching me," Mark asked as Abby covered him with the white baby blanket. There was a wide edging of white satin surrounding all four sides. "Absolutely," Abby said stroking Mark's cheek before she gently guided his hand holding the baby bottle to his mouth. Mark, resisting only slightly, blushing a little, quietly allowed the soft nipple to touch his lips. A hint of sweetness as a drop of juice transferred a second before Mark's lips parted. "That's it baby, take it, take it all," Abby whispered as she moved her free hand under the soft white blanket. Mark, nursing rhythmically, felt Abby's fingers gathering his dress to separate the hem from the waist of his panties. It was all done so gently that Mark hardly noticed till her fingers slipped into his diaper. Mark was nearly overwhelmed with an array of senses that contradicted his lingering logic as Abby, with only the lightest of touches, brought him to climax. Even then he continued nursing but there was a pause as a wave of feelings swept him deeper into Abby's clutches. Incredulous emotions given what he was doing although he fought those contradictions mightily. He wasn't a baby but he could easily understand a baby's senses. They were primal those senses and he was as well in those seconds that Abby continued to play. In a figurative way he fell into an abyss but as a feather might and while it seemed without end and no bottom he slowly settled. What was going on, he mused, happily. "Ready to be changed for bed?" Abby whispered almost to the end of his bottle. Abby's face, looming over Mark's almost beamed giving Mark a moments pause before he nodded. Mark nursing to the last continued a second or two past Abby removing his bottle. "Changed into what?" Mark asked from miles away. All he had to do was close his eyes and he'd sleep... Like a baby he thought. "I like sleeping with a doll," Abby whispered. "What kind of doll?" Mark asked with a grin he shouldn't have had. "The kind of doll that makes little girls want to be mommies and mommies wishing they were little girls again. That kind of doll," Abby said smiling as she bent to put his bottle on the table. "I'm kind of nervous," Mark said a moment after entering the room. "Nervous about what?" Abby said turning back to Mark. "Not sure. Not sure about what my part in this is going to be I guess," Mark said. "Your part in this is? Well, how has it been so far?" Abby asked. "Honestly? Wonderful," Mark said moving slightly for the feel of the diaper while touching the nylon of his baby dress although he thought of it as a top which made it not so feminine sounding. "Then how about more of the same?" Abby said encouragingly. "More of the same? I guess I can do that," Mark said and asked, "So being a doll, I mean what exactly is being a doll really mean?" "For me it's age play," Abby said, paused, smiled and added, "For you it's going to be how you feel about it as we play." "But I mean what exactly is it I'll be doing?" Mark asked as Abby moved to the closet. "Actually honey, it's more what I'll be doing and how much you do, or don't do, to enjoy it," Abby said. "Like what?" Mark said nervously. "Well, first of all, to be a doll, we'll need to get you into a doll outfit," Abby said moving back to Mark to take his hand. "You mean a dress," Mark said not sure if he should sound disgusted for his egos sake or happy for Abby's sake. He decided on remaining neutral. "A dress is only part of it precious. There are all of those layers in between you and that dress. Think of age play as a kind of role playing but more because it begins simply by just choosing the dress. "But it's still a dress," Mark said. "True enough but it's not really about the dress," Abby said. "What's it about then?" Mark asked. "Tell you what, let's try this a little differently. Instead of me trying to rationalize any of this to you what if I bring it back to the basics, OK?" Abby said. "OK," Mark answered. He wasn't sure what Abby was talking about. "Do you like your diaper?" Abby asked. "OK, hard to deny that I don't so yes, I like my diaper," Mark said. "And do you like when I change your diaper?" Abby asked. "Yes, very much," Mark said. "And you found nothing too unpleasant about the diaper or being put into it, right?" Abby asked. "Not really, no," Mark answered. "Do you like that little top you're wearing?" Abby asked. "Yes," Mark said. "And those matching panties? Do those feel nice?" Abby asked. "Yes," Mark said. "Then what if I told you it would be even better than what you've experienced so far," Abby asked. "You're serious?" Mark asked. "Very serious but I'd like to try something a little differently," Abby said. "Different, how?" Mark asked. "What if you close your eyes and keep them closed and I simply dress you. In the end, if you don't like what you're wearing or how you were put into it, I'll put an end to it," Abby said and added, "The only thing I'll do besides dress you is describe to you what it is you're wearing." "What difference would that make. I mean if I can feel it and you're describing it, isn't that the same as me seeing it," Mark asked. "Nope. Your imagination will do a much better job at defining your image than the image we end up with, but by then you'll have that image in your head and I'll have my doll, at least for a little while," Abby said and added, "How does that sound? Come on, just this one time and one time only." "One time and one time only? OK, I'll agree to that," Mark said. "Then why don't you put your bottle down and stand there with your eyes closed and Little Girl Abby will start to dress her doll, OK," Abby said. "OK," Mark said feeling foolish but a little vulnerable. "Got your eyes closed," Abby said as Mark heard the sound of the closet door sliding. "Tightly," Mark said. "We're going to start with your slip," Abby said. "My slip," Mark repeated. "Dolls don't talk honey, and yes, at least for now it's your slip," Abby said. Mark didn't say anything and a second later Abby was lifting his white baby dress over his head to remove it. "What you will feel first, as the slip settles, is the soft taffeta layer of the skirt then the bodice of nylon. There we go. The taffeta is what makes it rustle like it does," Abby said as the slip slid down Mark's chest and back. "This is so sweet. Now then, I want you to lower your arms so your hands rest at your sides," Abby said. Mark lowered his arms and his forearms touched something well before they were at his side. A skirt, Mark mused. "What your arms are buried in, is your petticoats honey. Now lift your arms a little so you can find the edge of the hem and I'll help you understand the layers," Abby said. Mark raised his arms a little bending them at the elbows. The Petticoats edge had stopped near his wrist giving him the impression that whatever he was wearing was too short to cover his diaper. He found the hem with his fingers noticing immediately gathers and layers. "Between the layer of taffeta, that's the layer touching your skin, is a layer of tulle. Tulle is a nice soft silk netting that is often used for crinolines," Abby said and added, "That's one skirt gathered so it seems like more." Mark stopped counting the layers after he realized it was just one that had been gathered. "This is the stuff that girl's ballet tutu are made from. You also will see this on wedding veils. That gathering, by the way, is what will make your dress stick out when I put you into it," Abby said. Mark continued feeling the folds of netting resting on top of that taffeta layer. It was silky like the taffeta but slightly coarse. "Now your top layer is called organza and that is a favorite of mine. Organza is a very sweet feminine material. Very fine and sheer. I like it for petticoats because it feels so delicate and is just stiff enough keep the slips shape. It's also transparent so you can see the tulle under it," Abby said. Mark found the edge of that layer as well. "Now run your hands from your chest down to the edge of your skirts. Do it slowly for mommy precious," Abby said taking Mark's hands in hers to guide them to the top bodice. Mark slid his hands, palms flat against the material, down the nylon top to where the skirts joined, then over the organza. It felt incredibly silky and clearly it was very full. Mark also noticed that the slips petticoats actually started a few inches above his waist. "How sweet you look," Abby said running her hands down Mark's chest after his then along his sides. She added, while pressing a finger gently on Mark's chest just at his neck line, "I'm touching a very cute, very tiny little pink bow of satin." Mark felt her finger touch his chest as he imagined that tiny bow. "Along the edge is a very delicate pink lace. It shows off nicely against the white," Abby said as she added, "And now baby doll your pretty little dress." Mark stood quietly, then heard the rustling. He'd heard that sound before trying to place it. He realized, after a moments thought, that he'd heard that sound at different times in his life. His sister's prom, a couple of weddings, then again at his senior prom, he mused. Definitely a girl's sound and it was coming towards him. "This is so beautiful," Abby said after a moment of silence. There was more rustling as Abby said, "So adorable. Hold your arms up again honey." Mark raised his arms and as he did so the hem of his slips slid over his diaper as the bodice moved slightly over his chest. He wanted to open his eyes and see what she was talking about. Curiosity was driving him crazy, so was the material and sounds he felt and heard. "Going to take a minute precious, it has three layers to the skirt and I've got to gather them up first. There we go precious. OK, I'm going to slip it over your head. Oh this is just so sweet. Hold still for a minute. Perfect! OK, go ahead and lower your arms honey and rest your hands on the skirt while mommy fusses with the sleeves first," Abby said. Mark felt those sleeves gripping his arms halfway past the elbows and stretch a little as he lowered them. More layers of something silky and very full, he noted. He could feel Abby fussing with the right sleeve then the left before she fluffed the skirts. "OK my darling, you're wearing a skirt in a soft pink, pearly, shimmering organza. It's such a delicate shade for a delicate little boy, and so perfect on you. It's resting on a very precious layer of slipper satin. That's the kind of satin they use in wedding dresses honey. Oh, and when mommies get their baby girls all dolled up," Abby said. "Now I want you to find the first layer, that's it, run your hand over it. Excellent sweetheart, now the second later. What you are feeling moppet is an under skirt of white tulle and under that another layer of taffeta," Abby said and added, "And that is what they call sugar and spice precious." Mark was moving his hands over the organza that was moving over the satin. If he counted right he was wearing three layers of slip and three layers of dress. Combined, it was almost as many layers as his diaper, he mused. Nice, he also noticed. Noisy, odd, definitely odd, but nice. "It's like getting my little girl all ready for her pageant," Abby said as she moved behind to tie the sash into a large fluffy bow as she added, "Feel that? That's me honey. I'm drawing the sash even and tying it into a very large bow. Sweet. So adorable and there it is. Look at you! I could just eat you up right now." Mark, blushing, smiled at the notion. "Honey, gather your dress for mommy. Put your arms at your sides and scoop up all of the slips and layers of dress then lift it for me. Mommy wants to see your pretty little panties against all of that lace you're wearing," Abby said. Mark complied feeling the front and back move against him as he filled his hands with girlish material. He was dying to see what it all looked like. "Oh yes and look at how puffy those panties are? My little princess is wearing a diaper isn't she. Honey, mommy thinks you are the prettiest little girl in the whole wide world right now. Only she's not done dressing her little button just yet, so step back carefully and sit in the chair when it touches your legs," Abby said. Mark took a step back touching the chairs seat and sat. The dress wasn't long enough to gather and Abby smiled at that. It wasn't long enough to hide Mark's panties either and she smiled wider. "I'm putting your feet into short socks that are trimmed in a gathered organdy and lace. Those are pretty socks, very pretty socks in white, but that's OK honey because they are trimmed in a cute pink narrow ribbon that ends in a very sweet bow. They will show off nicely when I get your Mary Jane shoes on," Abby said as she patted Mark's ankle at the side. "One, two, buckle my shoe honey," Abby said as she slipped the Mary Jane on Mark's right foot. "Three four, give the little sissy just a little more," Abby added with a giggle as she closed the second shoes buckle. "And that's it," Abby said as she grabbed both of Mark's feet and brought the heels together. They clicked with a loud clicking sound before she took each of his hands to stand him in front of her. "How do you feel?" Abby said. "I'm not sure," Mark noted but wanting to say something he added, "A bit like a sissy I guess." "That's because you still look like a boy. Albeit a very pretty boy, but definitely a boy and that makes you definitely a sissy. Mommy is going to change that honey so keep your eyes closed." "I thought it was just going to be these clothes," Mark said. "It was, but I think I'm going to turn you into a pretty little girl before I let you open your eyes. Is that OK?" Abby asked. "How?" Mark asked as he tried to figure out what she could possibly do to him. "Makeup and hair. Honey, when you open your eyes, I want you to see the little girl I see? Please say yes for mommy," Abby whispered as she twisted Mark a little left then right with her hands on his waist. "OK, it's going to be OK," Mark said smiling broadly. Abby took his hand and walked him to her vanity guiding him so he sat in the chair she moved next to her bench. She took another minute to drape Mark's dress before lifting a light tan base. Mark felt the wetness touch his skin at the neck as Abby began. It felt wet then dry and a moment of that before she was patting him with a powder. "Are you going to describe what you are doing?" Mark asked. "Actually no. What I'd like you to do is imagine yourself a girl. A pretty girl sitting with other girls and you are all in a room getting ready for a pageant. Girls like to fuss with each other and I'm fussing with you so as I fuss, you imagine yourself that girl. Can you do that?" Abby asked. "Not sure but I'll try," Mark said. "That's good and if it helps, I want you to use your index finger and thumb and move through all of the layers of your dress and slips between them as I transform you. Can you do that?" Abby said. "Yes," Mark said a