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The RASH
Part 2
by Princess Pantyboy
(I added a couple of paragraphs from part 1 to make the reading go
smoother. I hope you enjoy my newest story. Hugs Princess)
I turn around to look at the big mirror that is over the sink and all I
can see real fast was the yellow puffy sleeves and then the top of the
sink. I hate being so small as we leave the ladies room. I am smiling, I
am so happy not wearing the pink girly hospital gown and then I see a
full mirror from floor to ceiling and I see the reflection of mommy
holding a little girl wearing a short yellow dress with girly shoes.
Than it hits me. "Mommy I am wearing a dress."
"Yes you are sweetie and you look so pretty. You have a choice, you can
act like a little girl wearing a pretty dress, or you can act like a
little boy wearing a pretty dress and people will probably tease you if
they know you're a boy in a dress sweetie."
I don't know what to say, I feel momma pulling me outside. I feel the
warm summer breeze blowing up my short dress. "Oh she looks so cute, I
knew that dress would fit your daughter perfectly." Momma and I both
turn and see that women and her baby daughter getting out of there big
SUV smiling at us.
"Yes the dress fits little Kellie just perfect, doesn't it sweetie?" I
hear momma saying. I nod looking up at mommy and hearing the lady who
gave me this pretty dress to wear. I guess I should be more accurate and
say, that my pretty dress is the most girly dress on the planet. Oh man
did I just call my dress pretty, wait did I just call this dress mine?
Oh the more I wear these girly clothes the more I am thinking like a
girl, that is so messed up.
The back of their big SUV opens and there are several large garbage bags
in the back. "All Cindy's old clothes where going to the good will and
now we see how perfectly they fit your daughter you can have them."
I am in shock looking at all the big garbage bags in the back of their
SUV.
"Open up the back of your mini-van. Oh by the way I am Debbie Simmons
and you already know little Cindy here."
Mommy smiles. "Oh yes I am being so rude. I am Karen Parker and you know
my little Kellie." I watch as mommy pushes the button on her remote with
her keys and the back of the minivan opens up.
"We are in a rush to get little Cindy's hair done so I will help real
fast and unload these bags into your minivan Karen."
I see little baby Cindy looking at me and I can actually see baby Cindy
is taller than I am. "Are you wet Kellie, you have that look about you?"
I hear Cindy asking me. I shake my head no. "I hope you like all my old
clothes, there are panties and plastic panties and training panties and
tons of dresses and a bunch of skirts, but no pants or shorts, so I hope
you're a girly girl like me," I hear Cindy saying.
"Come along Cindy, we are going to be late to your hair appointment."
I watch as Cindy waves to me, and runs over to her mommy's SUV and
climbs in as they drive away I watch momma waving and I notice I am
waving good-bye also.
"Well I guess we don't have to buy you any new clothes to go over your
new pretty diapers now sweetie," I hear mommy saying as she picks me up
and puts me in the van. I feel myself start to wet my pull-up, I cry
softly.
I want to cry again but cannot, I am too upset. "Mommy stop calling it a
diaper, I wanted these pull-ups not diapers momma." I see that look on
mommas face like what is the difference between a diaper and pull-ups. I
guess there is not much difference.
"Now stop being a baby or you will be wearing that pretty dress for the
first day of school after summer break hehehe," I hear momma say, then
hear her giggling. I don't see what is so funny about that I am always
being teased about acting like a tomboy, whatever that means. All the
kids call me a tomboy for some reason, guess they just pick on kids that
just moved here. "Okay now we are almost there sweetie to pick your
medications up."
I look out the window; we are pulling into the pharmacy parking lot.
"Okay sweetie we are here, let's go, un-buckle your safety belt and we
will get your stuff." I start trying to get the safety belt un-buckled
but it won't budge.
"Mommy can't I wait in the car? I don't want to go in there dressed like
a little girl, everyone will tease me." I still try to get the safety
belt un-buckled, but it is not moving while I am talking to mommy.
I notice mommy opening the side door of the minivan staring at me trying
to get the safety belt un-done. "Look at you sweetie, you look like any
other four-year-old girl. I can't leave you in the car alone. I will be
taken away to jail leaving a baby in the car alone, I mean a little
girl." I hear mommy call me a baby and she smacks my hands away and un-
does the safety belt, and picks me up out of the car seat and puts me
down on the ground. "Now fix your dress sweetie, unless you want
everyone to see your pretty panties." I pull my dress down, but it is
still so short.
"Momma I know I look like a baby girl, but I am not. I wish you would
treat me like a big girl, I mean big boy." What am I doing am I thinking
of myself as a little girl? Can this little girl's dress I am wearing
change me into a little girl? I am losing it. I need to get a grip, and
act more like the boy I am, not realizing I am twisting long hair around
my finger while I talk to mommy.
I did not even realize I am holding mommy's hand and walking to the
front door until we are walking into the pharmacy. The feeling of the
wind blowing up my legs and around my panties is amazing and I giggle
like a little girl softly from it tickling me.
"Hold my skirt Kelly while I hand our prescriptions to the pharmacist."
I do as I am told but it sure seems like momma is treating me more like
a little girl than her son. I guess I am wearing this pretty dress, so I
guess who can blame her.
"Hi my name is Mrs. Parker and this is little Kellie we are here to pick
up our prescriptions."
I watch as the pharmacist looks on the computer. "Oh yes I see both of
your prescriptions right here. Looks like both of yours Mrs. Parker are
just refills, so you are familiar with them, so that is good."
I look up at the older man wearing a white lab coat and small glasses.
"Little Kelly here looks like she has never had these medications
before. Oh, she is so pretty too by the way." Mommy smiles. "Look here
it has this wrong, let me fix it while I am in her account. For some
reason Kellie was in the computer as a male. Anyone can see she is a
pretty little girl. Okay that is fixed."
Did that pharmacist just say he changed my paperwork on the computer
from male to female? I am sure I heard him wrong, or I hope I did.
"Okay Mrs. Parker looks like one of Kelly's prescriptions we don't
carry, but we can use the generic one which will save you on the cost.
The only difference is it has estrogen in it with extra strength levels,
which will be okay for little Kellie since she is a pretty little girl
and not a boy. This prescription also has a remover for dead skin, and
even warts, which can be the result of a bad rash. So don't be too
concerned if the rash starts to dry up and peel off, okay Mrs. Parker?"
Mom was looking down at me fidgeting, and not paying attention to the
pharmacist. "Yes I understand it is common for the rash to start to peel
away," Momma says while smiling down at me.
"Good now Kellies other prescription is just a rash cream and that will
go directly on the rash. Do either of you little ladies have any
questions?"
I hear the pharmacist say little ladies, meaning he is counting me as
one of the little ladies. I am wearing girl's clothes or I should say I
am wearing a super girly dress, so I guess I can see how he could be
mistaken. I guess it is like momma said that it is better I look like a
little girl than a boy wearing this pretty dress. "Yes, does it matter
when we put the medicine on little Kellie?"
"Yes that is a good question; you see you will need to put both the
lotions on HER first in the morning after her diaper change, then around
lunch time, and last before bedtime. That is for both lotions; the one
rash medicine goes everywhere on HER body that has a rash. That medicine
only has regular estrogen in the cream to help with the itching. The
estrogen extra strength cream that goes between her legs only, but if
you only want to buy one like the extra strength you could use it by
itself since it is just much stronger and will also remove the rash and
dry the skin up and it will peel off like a sunburn."
Oh my god, they are talking about me like I am not here, not to mention
they are treating me more and more like a toddler. I know I am wearing a
diaper, but that was the hospital's idea, not mine. Speaking of diapers,
I wish mommy would hurry up. I need to go potty, the doctor was right
with the tummy issue of bladder control or lack of it.
"Okay I guess we are ready then, thank you for all your help," I hear
mommy say to the pharmacist. Mommy takes the prescriptions with one
hand, and my hand with her other. "Oh I almost forgot Kellie, I better
buy some diapers I mean pull-up stuff like diaper rash and baby oil and
baby powder before we leave."
I don't know what to say. I feel mommy pick me up and put me into a
basket with my legs hanging out of the little seat. I feel so much like
a baby, but now I really need to go potty because the cart is keeping my
legs apart and I can feel a little pee trickle into my diaper before I
can stop it. I look around and no one noticed that I peed a little in my
pull-up. Mommy is looking at the diaper wipes when I feel myself start
to pee again but with no warning. I feel a little scared that I had no
notice about needing to go pee until I feel myself flooding my pull-up
with warm pee. I want to cry so bad, I cannot believe this is happening
to me.
"Okay little Kellie, I didn't buy diaper rash medicine because we have
this extra strength cream which I can just use it instead and save some
money. Can you think of anything else we need?"
I don't want mommy to know I just wet my pull-up, but she is going to
find out later anyway so no sense bringing it up here.
I think to myself if there is anything else, we need to buy but I can
only think about the pink pull-ups I am stuck wearing. "Mommy do they
have any other color of pull-ups to buy instead of these pink girlie
ones I am wearing?"
"I am sorry, they only have pink pull-ups here also, but they have
diapers if you rather wear them sweetie. At least they come in different
colors."
I guess anything is better than pink pull-ups, but diapers I won't be
able to put on by myself.
Mommy leans down and looks me in the eye. "I can buy you diapers for
night-time and you can use your pink pull-ups during the day so you can
take them off by yourself when you need to go potty if you want, okay?"
"Yes mommy that sounds good." I notice mommy smiling real wide as she
puts a large bag of diapers in the basket behind me. "The diapers aren't
pink right mommy?" I say me not being able to see the bag of diapers
behind me in the basket.
I look up at mommy shaking her head. "No sweetie I didn't get you the
same pink colored diapers, but if you start wetting your pull-ups I will
get you some pretty pink diapers when you can't control your bladder,
because diapers are so much thicker than pull-ups sweetie okay?"
"Okay mommy," I respond but then I remember that I am wearing a wet
pull-up and I will have to think of a way so mommy cannot see I wet
myself like a baby. Just the thought of always having to wear diapers is
rather upsetting to say the least.
I guess I am in deep thought because a minute later mommy is pushing the
cart away from the checkout counter. We are leaving the building while I
look around not realizing my feet are going back and force like a baby
girl's legs dangling in the cart. The wind is going up my short dress
and it actually feels good not being so hot and sweaty like I usually am
in this weather.
"Here ya go sweetie, just stand there as I load the packages. Kellie hun
I would fix your pretty dress and bend at your knees when you bend over
so everyone doesn't see your pretty panties okay?"
I look up at mommy after I hear her. "You mean everyone can see my
pretty panties mommy, I mean my panties." I try to fix what I say but I
still refer to the panties as mine not just calling them panties. To be
honest they are mine, and they are plastic panties. I am happy I am
wearing them because of how much I have peed in my pull-up. The thought
of standing there and someone seeing pee dripping down my legs is the
worst possible thing in the world. I mean it is bad enough I am wearing
a dress and a little babies dress at that while I am wearing a pull-up
but the thought of everyone seeing I peed myself is just scary.
"Umm sweetie did you wet your pull-up?" I look up at mommy not knowing
how to say. "I can tell you have sweetie, your pull-up is starting to
sag lower than your pretty dress. I guess I better change you before we
leave. We don't want that rash getting any worse. Now hop up in the van
and lay down across the seat little Kellie."
I do as I am asked and hate hearing mommy calling me little one, but it
is better than that pharmacist calling me a baby. I lay there pulling my
short dress down as mommy smiles at me. "Okay sweetie I want you to be a
big girl and pull your pretty dress up so I can change you real quick
sweetie okay?"
"Yes mommy," I say and ignore her saying she wants me to be a big girl.
I pull the short dress up, and I can feel the warm air hitting me more.
I look at mommy smiling. "Okay sweetie you need to pull your pretty
dress up more so I can change you. Pull your dress up as far as you can
little Kellie." Oh, man this is getting crazy, I pull my dress up until
it is actually covering my eyes. Not realizing that anyone walking by
will see my plastic panties and seeing a baby getting her diaper
changed.
"Oh that's my big girl hehehe," I hear mommy saying and then giggling
softly. "Looks like it was a good thing you are wearing your pretty pink
plastic panties, because there is pee in there. If you weren't wearing
them you would have had pee dripping down your legs sweetie."
Wow that is so scary hearing mommy say that my worst nightmare almost
came true with everyone almost seeing I peed myself in public. "But
don't worry sweetie, these diapers are much thicker than a pull-up and
won't leak as fast. Looks like you are going to wear your pretty diapers
for a while until you get you control back to going potty okay sweetie?"
"Umm okay mommy I am glad no one seen I went potty. I didn't even know I
went potty," I say but it is kind of a lie since once I didn't know I
was going potty and once I could not stop going potty, so I actually had
no control the last time. I just kept peeing until it stopped.
I can feel the air hitting my naked bottom not really thinking that I am
naked from the waist down for the whole world to see. "Don't worry
sweetie I am sure your little boy parts will grow soon, they still look
the size when you were a newborn hehehe." That is totally not what I
wanted my mother to be saying to me. I feel bad enough now mommy sees
how small my boy parts are and I feel so embarrassed.
"I hope so too mommy, everyone at school teases me in gym class about me
having a baby size penis and stuff. Even the girls say I am a tomboy
when I am playing sports outside. What is a tomboy mommy, do I look like
a tomboy whatever that is?"
Mommy starts putting the rash medicine on me and it feels so cold in
this heat. "Spread your legs sweetie. I want to make sure I get this
extra strength medicine everywhere between your legs okay?" I spread my
legs apart like mommy wanted. "Oh and seeing you in this pretty dress I
can for sure say you don't look anything like a tomboy sweetie, so I
wouldn't worry about that right now baby Kellie." I feel more relaxed
about not looking like a tomboy whatever that is, but did mommy just
call me baby Kellie? Oh, I sure hope not.
"Mommy put extra of that medicine on me so I can get rid of this rash
sooner than later okay?" I say but I should have corrected mommy or at
least asked her not to call me a baby again.
I feel more of the cream going all over me between my legs and I can
feel a tingly and burning feeling on my little boy parts, but it feels
cooler on me everywhere else, just burning on my little boy parts. I
will see if it goes away, then tell mommy I guess. "Okay sweetie put
your legs together and lift you pretty little bottom up." I do as I am
told and I feel more of the cream piling up on my boy parts.
"Good girl now let me slide your pretty diaper under you, very good put
your bottom down now baby girl." I do as I am told but this time I am
complaining about her calling me a baby and a baby girl as well which is
worse. "Oh that is much better sweetie, now let me secure the tape on
your new diaper, and we will be done."
Oh did she say she will be done, I won't have the plastic panties on me,
and if I pee real bad again everyone will see me wet myself with pee
going down my legs oh know. "Umm mommy maybe you should put the umm
pretty panties I mean my plastic panties on still in case I have another
accident."
"Oh okay I guess if you want to wear your pretty pink plastic panties I
guess you can if you really want to wear them, is that what you are
saying baby girl?"
Mommy is going to make me say it aloud, this is so sad hope no one else
hears me. "Um yes mommy can I wear my plastic panties too?" I say
softly.
"What was that sweetie? You have to speak up I cannot hear you. Are you
asking to wear your pretty plastic panties so if you have another
accident you will be okay being mommy's pretty baby girl?"
I want to cry she is making me repeat myself not really listening to how
girlie mommy is treating me. "Yes mommy," I say louder, almost yelling.
"Mommy can I please wear my pretty plastic panties so I can be mommy's
baby girl?" Oh my god did I just say that? I cannot believe my own ears.
"That's fine sweetie, yes you can be mom's baby girl. Now let me put
this new pair of plastic panties on you sweetie. I think you will like
the pretty design."
I feel my legs going through the elastic holes in the plastic panties,
then having mommy pull them up tight pushing my diaper inside so the
diaper is completely covered. I hope the panties are less girly than the
pink ones I was wearing before. I don't think they make a more girly
style. Opps I was wrong, I lean up and see the super girly plastic
panties I am wearing now. Oh how wrong I was, these plastic panties are
also pink but baby pink, which is more of a light pink with little
pictures of Disney princess all over them. I could not see the back yet.
On the back of the plastic panties in bright pink letters say mommy's
baby princess on them.
"Umm mommy how did the rash look?" I pull my short dress down covering
the panties as best I could. Mommy leans down and fixes my little ankle
socks as she re-cuffs them over making every square inch of me looking
as girly as possible.
Mommy picks me up and sits me in the seat and buckling me in. "Well it
is too early to say, but you are getting a little dead skin peeling
between your legs especially by your baby scrotum."
"Oh that is good mommy. I hope this medicine works quickly, I don't want
to have to wear my pretty dress and panties very long." Why did I say MY
PRETTY dress? That is so messed up I am calling this dress mine and
worse I am calling the dress PRETTY also.
I shake my head trying to think clearer. "Well don't worry baby Kellie,
there are a lot more pretty dresses of yours you can wear instead of
just this pretty dress." Before I can respond, and tell mommy I didn't
mean it that way, she closed the sliding door on the mini-van and walked
around to the driver's side.
"Hold on sweetie, we will be home in about an hour so you might want to
get a little rest okay sweetie?"
All I can think about is mommy's comment about all MY new pretty dresses
I have to wear now. I do feel better with a dry diaper and for some
reason I wasn't tired before just worried anyone would see me dressed
like a little baby girl but right now I feel so relaxed, I close my eyes
and I start to flood my diaper with warm pee.
The end of Part 2
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