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Jail Bait Synopsis: The new Governor insist on using inmates to keep up her mansion. A campaign promise kept to lower cost. As it happens they are diapered, ruled legal by the Ninth Circuit as an alternative where no secured facilities exist. The fact that she's made the prison switch to cloth diapers and plastic panties merely more savings. Using small men simply coincidental. Players: John Adams, Rick Brandon, Governor Alice Gray, Brent Spinner, Officer Wilder, Susan Carson, Judge Helen Albright, Warden Summers Story John came out of his cell only when the doors opened fully. Like the rest, and within a few days, he'd learned quickly. At the cell's door he stepped one foot forward, stood at attention, executed a crisp right turn on command then walk quietly behind the person in front of him to lunch. He did that every meal. Jail was bad but not nearly as bad since they had transferred him to the minimum wing. "Number one, two, two, one, five, step aside and wait," the large guard yelled sounding very much like a drill Sergeant. That was John's new number. He was inmate one, two, two, one, five. He was curious but he did as he was told. John had also learned discipline and that nightstick, he had learned only once, was not for show. John stepped out of line in front of the guard and waited, wondering, as he did so, what he'd done. "Number one, five, five, seven, six, step aside and wait," the large guard said after a dozen or so prisoners passed. "Shit," number one, five, five, seven, six said as he too was called out of line. "What is it?" John asked in a whisper. Getting singled out for any reason was bad. Hearing someone swear because of it was slightly scary. "Governor's residence," the inmate swearing said in the same whisper as his cuss word. "What about it?" John asked again in a whisper now very worried but not sure why. "You'll see," the inmate said a second before the guard turned in his direction. The face of the guard said more than any words and the inmate quickly added, "Right, boss, no talking. Sorry boss." There were three other inmates called out, all of them joining up with John and the one that had sworn. Had John paid closer attention he'd of noticed that they all shared not so common but similar traits. "Okay inmates! Single file, corridor B and no more talking," the guard said looking at the one that had been caught. "Definitely the Governor's residence," the inmate whispered. He was behind John when he said it, but behind him the other three. All of them ahead of the guard who had just shut the steel door masking the inmates words. John had no idea why the inmate was so worried but it was clear enough to John that this... whatever this was, wasn't good. "Five," the orderly said waiting just inside of the infirmary. "Five," the guard answered as all five inmates walked into the infirmary single file. "You first," the orderly said to John. John, at a nod from the guard, moved to a bed at the end of the room. John walked forward leaving the other four standing where he'd been and in single file still. There was no doubt what was going to happen as the orderly opened a large double door cabinet. Diapers, John mused in a slight state of confusion. Diapers and very thick as one came out in the orderly's hands. John wanted to ask why but he didn't dare as the orderly opened the diaper fully before ordering John to strip. "Come on and get up here boy, and don't give me a hard time," the orderly said sounding too much like a guard to suit John, but clearly with as much authority at the moment. John, naked a few seconds later, did as he was told. "Spread' em," the orderly said as John sat over the diaper before laying back. John spread his legs as wide as he thought necessary and waited in a humiliating silence as the orderly picked up the Johnson and Johnson's baby powder. The orderly started at John's chest working his way down to John's genitals laying way too much powder down as he did so. John's humiliation grew as he reacted to the touch of the medical glove and the attention the orderly gave to his powdering. It ended, that part, but the diapering continued as the thick white soft cloth came up between John's legs. He was getting diapered and what the hell did this mean? What the hell was the connection to that inmate's cussing and the Governor's residence? This was weird beyond weird as the inmate began pinning John's diaper closed. The inmate diapering him grabbed a pair of baby pants, laid them over John's diaper spreading them slightly. Obviously for some sort of test fit. Satisfied that they would he gathered them and had John raise his feet. The baby pants went over one foot, then the other till he lifted his bottom to allow them over his diaper. Baby pants, and they were actual baby pants except for size, but given the soft pastel pattern that decorated the shiny plastic pants they were identical. Not overly feminine but not very masculine either, John mused. It didn't matter much, that gender, John also mused, given they were baby pants he was putting his feet into. John would have given up his whole orange from breakfast to know what this was about as he lifted his diapered bottom for those panties. "Okay, get dressed, next," the orderly said when John's baby pants covered his diaper. Clearly he was to get off the bed and back into his coveralls. John dressed as the other man came up and began to unbutton his shirt. Another inmate stepped forward and the same exact thing began again as the orderly grabbed another diaper to go with the words, "Strip." "You, number one, two, two, one, five, leave those coveralls and get over here, find your size and grab a tee-shirt and overalls," the guard said moving to another cabinet. John waddled or felt he was waddling as the massive amount of cotton had formed mountains both front and back. There was a noticeable rustle from the plastic pants and a smirk of a smile from the guard as he pointed at the folded tee-shirts. John found his size, a small and lifted it from the neat pile allowing it to open as he did so. There were buttons across the left shoulder as he found the front. It was styled to look exactly like a baby's tee-shirt and another puzzle as John slipped it over his head. John's tee-shirt reeked of baby powder scent as if it had been left to soak in the stuff. It was almost overwhelming as John got it on. John moved left to the overalls folded over hangers again finding a size small before lifting a pair out. It too was scented heavily with baby powder as John stepped into them. Pure white like his tee-shirt and the bib overalls did little to hide the fact he was diapered as he buttoned the sides. There was no fly and the pants were designed with snap buttons on the inside of his legs that John couldn't close after he fixed the straps. "Come here," the guard said when John had the straps fixed. The guard sat and began snapping the buttons between John's legs. When he finished he patted the inside of John's thigh. "Go on and grab a name tag and a marker," the guard said. John took up a paper name tag and a plastic cover with a clip on it. "Which hand do you write with?" the guard asked. "I'm left handed," John said quickly. "Okay then, write your first name using your right hand, slip the card in the holder and clip it over your left pocket," the guard said. "But I write with my left," John said. "That's why you'll be making your name with your right. Now do it," the guard said. John struggled to make his name legible. He did not write well with his right hand and it was clear that was the intent. The guard obviously wanted his name looking as if a child had written it. His name, crudely printed, went into the plastic holder before John clipped it over his pocket. "Okay, one, five, five, seven, six you're next. Follow John here and line up by the door," the guard said that to the second inmate now diapered. His baby pants nearly identical as John's, his diaper just as thick. It took almost twenty minutes for all five to finish dressing. "Right! Now follow me and not a sound," the guard said when the fifth man had finished writing out his name and clipping it on. "Five out," the guard said when he stopped at the large steel door. There were two guards in the bulletproof glass enclosure and one of them slipped a clip board out through a secured drawer that John's guard took. John's guard spent a moment writing down the list of inmates before slipping the clipboard back into the drawer. It was a white unmarked van with darkly tinted windows and inside, between the driver's section and passengers, a wire mesh screen. When all five were in, the door slid shut and John noticed then there were no window or door handles. John was in back with Rick on his name card. "So what is this all about?" John whispered as the guard spent a moment signing on another clip board outside. "Governor's residence. We're going to be doing clean up," the inmate Rick said. "Okay, so I've got that part but what the hell are we dressed like this for?" John asked. "No bathrooms is the reason they gave us the first time we did this, but that's not the real reason. The real reason is that Governor Alice Gray gets her jollies off seeing grown men diapered and dressed like little kids. We go out once a week like this. Not always the same guys but almost always the shortest or smallest," Rick said. "And cutest," another inmate said as he turned smiling. "Shut up Brent," Rick said to the man smiling. "Hey, it gets us out of that place for the day," the inmate Brent said. "And maybe you just like dressing up like a damn baby," Rick said. "Up yours," Brent said to the remark from Rick. "Isn't this illegal or something?" John asked. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. You want to ask that guard, go ahead. I'm sure he's going to give you all the reason you'll need to get over it," Rick said. "It's legal," Brent said. "What the hell do you know about it?" Rick said. "I was a law student, first year, and they can dress you damn near anyway they want as long as they don't discriminate. And, for your information, diapers CAN BE USED if there are no public facilities," Brent said. "You're blowing smoke," Rick said. "Proof is in the pudding Rick. Of course most places would use disposables, but like Rick said, the governor likes us like this. Anyway, I've already been through this crap with my CA," Brent said. "CA," John asked. "Court appointed," Rick said and added, "Ninth Circuit ruled that in lieu of allowing you to soil yourself this was the more humane form of treatment where there were no facilities. "Shut up in the van and listen up," the guard said opening the driver's side door as he added, "We're going to be cleaning around the Governor's residence. There is no talking unless someone talks to you first. You say yes ma'am or no ma'am and answer any questions briefly and respectfully, and that's it." "Officer Wilder, sir," Brent said. "What the hell do you want?" Officer Wilder said. "We haven't had lunch yet," Brent offered in a low and very submissive voice. "That's because the Governor will feed you, now shut the hell up," Officer Wilder said as he turned back and twisted the key in the ignition. The van started instantly and the air within, thankfully, began flowing cool and on high. In those few seconds it had grown uncomfortably warm. "Wait," the guard outside, standing by the gate, said holding up a hand. "What the hell," Officer Wilder said to himself as he opened his window. "You forgot the bag," the orderly that had diapered the group said handing Officer Wilder a large gym bag. It came through the window just fitting, coming to rest on the passenger side. With that done the large high twenty foot gate, pulled by a looping chain, began opening slowly. It was forty minutes through light traffic to the outskirts of the city and another ten in a section of town that clearly was where the money was. Acres of land with large homes set off from a street without a single car parked on it. In the middle of one street Officer Wilder made a right turn, pulled to the gate and pressed a button on a call box. A woman's voice answered and there was a noticeable buzz after Officer Wilder explained who he was. Two large gates swung open as Officer Wilder slowly pulled between them. "Remember what I said about talking. Just do what you are told and we'll get along fine. Mess up and tonight you'll be sleeping in the box," Officer Wilder said as he pulled short of the entrance to the house. They were clearly not going to use the front door, John mused. "Five," A middle age woman asked as she came up to Officer Wilder. "Five ma'am," Officer Wilder said. "And they are dressed," the woman asked and added, "in the white overalls?" "As instructed ma'am," Officer Wilder added as he opened his door. "Excellent. The Governor is entertaining on the patio. If you and your men will follow me I'll show you where to begin," the woman said. "Okay babies, you're on," Officer Wilder noted with a nasty smile as he slid the van's door open and added, "Line up on me and remember what I said." They lined up in opposite order as John exited last. Officer Wilder followed the woman as the men, in single file, followed him. John being last and out of eye contact with the guard spent a few furtive glances right and left. Mansion was the word that came quickly to John as they made their way around the back. Money was another word John thought of as he caught site of the full estate. John also caught site of at least a dozen women sitting around three tables under large umbrellas. Their chatter ended as the men came into view. "Officer Wilder, how nice to see you again," a matronly woman said. She had risen the instant she'd seen the group and moved easily to the guard who smiled and nodded a curt sort of bow from the neck. "Governor, it's good to see you as well," Officer Wilder said. "I've missed you these past two visits," the woman said. "I was on vacation ma'am," Officer Wilder said. "Not the same without you. You seem to have a knack for picking the right men for the job," the woman said looking at the five men standing in line before the guard, "like these five." "Thank you ma'am," Officer Wilder said and added, "And what would you like for my men to do for you?" "I thought they could start by raking the lawn just there in front of the patio. There in front of the tables. I'm entertaining tomorrow night," Governor Alice Gray said in a pleasant voice. "I'll get them started if it's OK with you ma'am," Officer Wilder said. "That would fine and thank you officer," Alice said nodding to a gardener John just noticed. The gardener was standing behind a wheelbarrow filled with rakes. The lawn, John also noticed, didn't need raking although John was sure now that this was more about the way they were dressed and not for work. The gardener was now holding five new rakes. "Okay... grab a rake and start doing the lawn right here. Work your way to that hedge slowly and stay in a row," Officer wilder said and added in a slightly lower tone, "And I want those backsides facing the patio." Clearly, John mused, raking that way would be silly but just as clearly the Governor wanted to see those backsides. John took up his rake and began with the others. John's bottom was facing the women as their chatter began again. John, in a fit of sarcasm, exaggerated his movements slightly. John heard only brief fleeting words but he heard cute, sweet, adorable and a few others and was sure the woman were now spending most of their time watching him and the others work.... or pretended to work. A couple of times John heard someone mention him by way of his position. It wasn't just him as the women looked on. "Oh my, that one. There, the third from the left! I could spend the day just pinning and unpinning his diapers," a woman said. "I'm afraid I'd do more than that," another said to laughter. The weather made it pleasant. If John ignored what he was wearing, and that was difficult, it wasn't bad work and, at least, as one of the inmates said, it was outside the walls. "Mr. Wilder, if you please," Alice Gray called. "Yes ma'am," Officer Wilder answered moving off towards the Governor and those other women. John could not hear what was being said as he continued raking and moving his bottom back and forth. A moment later Officer Wilder was back near the group but closer to John. "You, John, pick out that weed in front of you," Officer Wilder said coming up a second later to stand in front of John as he added, "And bend by the waist." John looked down at the perfectly manicured lawn. There wasn't a hint of a weed that John could see. "Bend down at the waist and pull a weed," Officer Wilder said motioning with his nightstick. His tone suggested it didn't really matter if there was a weed or not. John bent at the waist and went through the motions of pulling a weed which was simply a tuft of grass as he added, "This one boss?" "That's the one," Officer Wilder said pleased that John had picked up on the game he was clearly asked to play by the Governor. "Now kneel with one knee on the grass and pull another," Officer Wilder said. "Yes sir," John said as he knelt. "Officer Wilder, I apologized, but if you don't mind, another word," Alice Gray said as John stood back up. "Yes ma'am," Officer Wilder said moving off again towards the patio. There was clearly a conversation underway, but John ignored it and stood back up and continued raking . A moment, no more than a minute at best, Officer Wilder yelled, "John, come up here." John turned and did just that walking briskly to stop just before Officer Wilder and the Governor who was still standing. "Young man, those overalls are state issue and very expensive as it happens. Unfortunately you've soiled the knee and if that grass stain is not removed before it sets in those overalls will be ruined. Please, remove them immediately and I'll have my girl try and get that stain out," Alice Gray said in a serious tone. John, for a very brief second, looked at Officer Wilder who nodded almost imperceptibly. John knew exactly what was going on and clearly there was nothing he could do about it. The Governor said there was a stain and as far as the guard was concerned there was a stain. John almost smiled over the charade he was part of were it not for what he was about to do. This woman, and most likely the rest that were now watching John intently, were obviously nuts, and John simply part of a show that he was about to star in. If it wasn't so ridiculous it might have been funny and was because it really was so damn ridiculous. "Removing my pants ma'am," John said as Officer Wilder extended his hand for the rake John held. So be it, John mused, as he slowly, methodically undid the buttons at the sides of his overalls. If the woman enjoyed this sort of thing then John intended to give it his best performance. John reached up and undid the strap over his right shoulder allowing that one to fall. John did the same to the left strap. With both straps free he held the bib and allowed the overalls to lower exposing his baby pants and diaper. John stepped out of the pants legs and lifted the pants to hand off to a women ready to take them. It was only slightly ironic that John had been arrested wearing a diaper. He was pledging with the Alpha Beta Sigma fraternity when he and a dozen other pledges were ordered into large adult size disposables. They had also been ordered to walk through the park in just those diapers before returning to the frat house. The police arrived not too long after the pledges entered the park. John, unlike the rest, ran. John was the only one caught that night and was charged with lewd and obscene acts, public indecency, urinating in public and resisting arrest. That last charge, resisting arrest, was added after he tried making it back to the frat house causing two overweight police officers to chase him to near heart attacks. The other eleven pledges were tracked down and cited as well. Not as many charges as John but all were charged. John was the only one changed with lewd and obscene acts and owed that part to his being just drunk enough to grab himself over his diaper in a defiant gesture. That gesture, meant for the two police officers, unfortunately, caught the attention of two elderly women who happily agreed to act as witnesses for the prosecution. It was John's bad luck that the judge John stood before was intent on making an example of someone and the collage they came from. John, if he pleaded guilty, would serve one hundred and twenty days, less the two days already served, with the worse charges dropped to a single misdemeanor. He would also serve his time in county's minimum security. John was two weeks into his sentence that morning as he stood in front of the Governor and her guest. John was sure that his connection that day to a disposable sixteen days ago had nothing whatsoever to do with this humiliation, but it was terribly coincidental. Ironically though it was connected, and the conversation Governor Alice Gray had just before calling Officer Wilder over, was with the judge that had sentenced John. Judge Helen Albright recognized John almost immediately and mentioned the irony of it all to Alice. It was then that Alice picked John out for their little show. That conversation, between Helen and Alice, was sprinkled with a snickering description of the young man she had insisted remain in his diaper for his preliminary hearing. John's court appointed attorney actually had to go out and buy John's second diaper for that hearing. Alice, already favoring John because of his size and face, needed very little encouragement to see what Helen had seen. A moment later she was beckoning Officer Wilder to her side. A short time after that act of picking out weeds, John was undoing the straps of his white overalls. He was doing so in front of a large contingent of very prominent women. "Susan, if you would, be a dear and please see if that stain will come out of those overalls," Alice Gray said to a young woman wearing a conservative gray maids outfit. More a uniform than sexy but the girl was pretty John mused. The woman, Susan, quickly moved to the patios edge to take up the overalls John was now holding. That momentary exchange, as John passed them over, gave the women he stood before a full view of his printed plastic pants and too thick diaper. Why that excited John wasn't clear but it did. As did that preliminary hearing when his Attorney suggested he wear the diaper as instructed. John had never considered diapers before that day at the frat house, but that jaunt through the park, albeit, driven in large part from too much beer, had left him slightly giddy. So too that day in court when he entered it the same way as he'd been booked. He was terribly humiliated, extremely embarrassed but thrilled nonetheless. There was that and now this and John was hoping, in a mild sort of way, that no one noticed how much of a turn on this was in those seconds standing there. Of course they did as Alice Gray said, "You may continue at your labors young man and let this be a lesson for you." "Yes ma'am," John said hoping his face didn't give away his feelings as he quickly turned away. It wasn't just his face filling with blood John knew. Officer Wilder, awash in his own thoughts on such things, handed John his rake back. Officer Wilder was almost sure that being put into a diaper would be fun in an odd sort of way and blushed slightly as he met Helen's eyes. Helen, in a lovely summer print of chiffon, was not recognized by John as the judge he'd been before. Had he known, John might have guessed what was going on but he hadn't. A moment later he was raking again, this time in just his baby pants, diaper and tee-shirt. Officer Wilder, as a member of the Sheriff's office, had started out in patrol before becoming a bailiff for Helen's court. Officer Wilder had also started out dressing as a women two nights a month before that fateful evening when Helen happened in on him that same night in that same bar. John was gay, Helen bisexual. Helen kept her silence over Officer Wilder's odd pastime but after that he spent at least once a week, mostly evenings, dusting, cleanly and washing out Helen's delicates at her house. Unlike Susan, Governor Gray's housekeeper, Officer Wilder's maid outfit was far from conservative. In truth there was very little conservatism for these women over the taste they shared in men. While that taste manifested itself in a variety of ways, not the least of which these luncheons with the babies, there was a consensus that men truly belonged that way. Alice, like several there, enjoyed that baby look and was enjoying John's look specifically. The other inmates, with the exception of Brent who really did like wearing diapers, went quietly and fearfully about their business. Of the five there only Brent and Rick had done this several times although this was the first time one of their own had been stripped down to his baby pants and diaper. "He is adorable," Alice whispered to Carol Evans. "And he's enjoying it," Carol said. "I thought that myself, but I wasn't sure," Alice said. "Oh, I'm sure! That diaper of his isn't that thick to hide him completely and I was watching his face as well," Carol said. "The advantage of being a psychologist," Alice said. "Learning to read body language is something you've really got to practice Alice. You can't truly be a dominatrix without a certain amount of skill at understanding expressions and those physical hints," Carol said watching John's bottom wiggling under the effort to continue raking. "It's the flush of his skin isn't it?" Alice asked eager to learn from the expert of them all. Carol was a dominatrix of the highest order. "He's clearly and predominately European hence his fair skin and I'll venture he turns red and not tan in the sun. Very little melanin so his blushes are slightly more intense." "Melanin?" Alice asked. "Melanin is an insoluble pigment that accounts for our skin color. The closer to the equator, the more Melanin and darker the skin. The further away less pigment. He was blushing quite a lot when you asked him for his pants," Carol said. "But that would seem to me to be more or less normal for a man in his position," Alice said. "And it would be given that part without the other hints, but his erection, albeit as slight as it was, was there nonetheless. For anyone turned off by this that wouldn't have happened," Carol said. "I wonder how far that might extend?" Alice asked savoring the fantasies she was having. "Easy enough to find out," Carol noted. "How," Alice said. "Court ordered psychiatric evaluation. I'm sure Helen could make that happen and I'd be the one doing that evaluation. I too would like to see how deep his desires go," Carol noted. "So you think he might be into those diapers and plastic pants?" Alice asked hopefully. "Not necessarily. It could simply be a desire to be submissive and not a paraphilia," Carol noted as she added, "Some, hopefully this one as well, like being dominated." "Paraphilia? Now what is that, pray tell?" Alice asked. "An abnormal sexual desire," Carol said watching in a state of bliss the cute way John's baby pants folded and creased as he worked. "And what sexual desires do you consider abnormal," Alice asked. "Most anything that we haven't tried," Carol noted tactfully and smiling. "How odd that I'm not connecting this dominatrix concept with my desires," Alice Gray noted. "You are but your sense of control is fostered under a different pretext," Carol noted. "How's that?" Alice Gray asked. "Dominating a man can take on a number of forms, in your case, it's the desire to baby them. In Helen's it's domestication outright, for Claire over there it's spanking and discipline. Of course there can be mixtures of those things as well," Carol said. "You're right of course. Right now I'm imagining all sorts of wicked things for that baby out there and I'm sure much of it would unnerve him greatly," Alice Gray noted. "Or not," Carol noted. "It would be wonderful finding out," Alice Gray said as she stood to move towards Helen but added, "although it wouldn't matter if he liked it or not." Helen smiled at the approach of the Governor and nodded politely as she sat close enough to make it obvious the conversation was intended to be private. Alice Gray outlined her desires and specifically the young man now raking in his baby pants and diaper. Helen, in turn, shared the story of how John came to her court. Carol, after Alice had beckoned her over, joined in and a plan was outlined. Meanwhile, the men were given lunches on paper plates and seated just off the main lawn not too far from the van. Officer Wilder stood by the vans front eating his own sandwich. John, wondering if the others were wet, asked Rick what they did about it. "That bag the guard got has extra diapers and plastic pants in it. No one... no one that I know of that is, has ever been changed or asked to be. Mostly because it's not clear who would change us," Rick said munching on his remaining chips with a nod at Officer Wilder. "So we're stuck in a wet diaper until we go back?" John asked deciding not to ask Officer Wilder if he could change or be changed. "I guess that's up to you. Far as I'm concerned that's a yes," Rick said. "I wouldn't mind being changed by that house keeper," Brent said with a snicker. "You wouldn't mind being changed by Officer Wilder," Rick said sarcastically. "In your ear," Brent said in his defense, but that was true enough in Brent's case. His cell mate was the orderly that had diapered him along with the rest. Brent often spent the night in a diaper being cuddled and fondled just before his diaper was removed. With lunch over Officer Wilder had them stand and move back towards the patio. This time only Governor Gray was at the table as Susan continued clearing brunch. John, now with his diaper slightly wet, continued raking along with the rest but he'd chanced a look at the Governor and the Governor smiled. John was positive it was a smile for his sake and smiled back slightly before dropping his eyes. As odd as this day was turning out to be he was definitely getting turned on. "Officer Wilder, another moment if you please," Alice Gray said. "Yes ma'am," Officer Wilder said moving towards the Governor. "Do you have a change for those young men by chance?" Alice Gray asked in a slightly quivering voice as she added, "I mean did you bring extra diapers?" "Do you mean the basics ma'am or overalls?" Officer Wilder asked. He was pretty clear on what the Governor was asking but wanted to make sure. "Yes, the basics," Alice said flushing slightly. "Yes ma'am, I do have enough to change them," Officer Wilder said. This was the first time the Governor had asked such a thing as he added, "I've got a... Guess you could call it a diaper bag." "That young man appears to be wet," Alice Gray said of John. "I suspect most of them are by now ma'am," Officer Wilder noted. It had been two hours there working, three counting driving time out. "I suppose that's true but at the moment I'm only interested in that young man," Alice Gray noted. "Would you like to change him ma'am?" Officer Wilder asked trying to keep a straight face. "Actually, I'd like to talk with him for a moment if that's allowed," Alice Gray asked. "It is allowed in your case ma'am," Officer Wilder noted. It wasn't allowed, but this was the Governor and Wilder wasn't about to get hung up on any rules. "Then I'd like that very much," Alice Gray said feeling slightly faint. "John, come up here," Officer Wilder said loud enough for John to hear. Officer Wilder had called him by name and not by his number. John made his way to the patios edge and did so exaggerating his walk. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was sure that momentary eye contact with the Governor was more than casual and it felt favorable. "I'll leave you two to talk," Officer Wilder said moving off a discreet distance. "Young man, I hope this small lesson in humility has set itself as a lesson," Alice Gray said making it sound authoritative but also like a question. "It has ma'am," John said contritely. John had learned early on that sometimes it was better not to be so surly. John had been on his own since his sixteenth birthday and while he had an inherent distrust for people, he also knew how to play their games. "And I suppose, by now, you've come to understand that I have, how shall I put this, a slight idiosyncrasy for the unusual," Alice Gray said deciding to be a bit more honest and bold than she planned. John, deciding his best course of action was to be confirmative, allowing this to unfold in her own way, nodded his agreement as he added, "yes ma'am." "Does it bother you standing there in those baby pants and diaper," Alice asked but smiling slightly so it sounded lighter and not so condescending. "I'm not sure ma'am. I mean it did bother me but... but not so much now... maybe just a little," John said hoping she might understand what he was trying to say and then decided to mention that he was a little wet added, "And I'm not comfortable in a wet diaper! Ma'am." "I understand. John, if I may be a even a bit more candid, I get the distinct impression that this is not nearly as frightening as it might be for some young men," Alice Gray said risking a more direct approach. "It isn't ma'am," John said feeling himself drifting into yet another fantasy. This woman was right about that and John realized it long before she asked. "If that is indeed the case might I suggest you get into something a bit more dry? I'm sure that standing there in that wet diaper must be uncomfortable," Alice said reaching finally to her point. She was watching John intently trying to notice John's body language Carol had noticed. John knew, sooner than this, what the woman might be suggesting and, long before this decision was necessary, he'd already decided as he said, "I would like that very much ma'am." "So you wouldn't mind being pinned into a fresh diaper?" Alice asked. "No ma'am," John answered. The conversation was fashioned in small carefully thought out steps for each of them and the conclusion was clearly reached. It was mutual and that much was clear as Alice Gray smiled. Alice felt faint suddenly, giddy as a young school girl and motherly besides as John blushed even deeper. John had learned something of middle age women having spent his last two years living above a garage owned by one. A widow that took him in soon after he was emancipated. John had also learned that his youth, or more importantly his stamina was an asset with someone older. There was that and his looks and clearly, if the woman liked men in diapers and that had to be the case, then John definitely had an advantage over the others. If he played into this woman's fantasies and he was beginning to understand some of them, he might also have her playing into his. John had also just spent the better part of nearly three hours diapered and if you had asked him if that turned him on before this he would have said no. It wasn't clear how all of the elements of this played into his psyche but it was clear he liked some of it. "Then why don't we get that out of the way and you back into your pants," Alice said, finally reaching the intent of her conversation. Alice Gray had planned on allowing Judge Helen to do her thing and then Doctor Evans her time but she simply couldn't wait. Alice Gray had trouble standing without that slight trembling she felt, worried some that it showed. She was the dominate and wanted to be, but the thought of dominating this young man in this particular way was almost overwhelming. John, on the other hand, was having his own battles with his psyche as he waited for those next steps. The oddest day of his life, if you didn't count that hazing or his hearing before that judge, was about to get even more odd. How odd and how wonderful this was, Alice mused, remembering in bits and pieces how this all came about. A year ago, no, it was more like a year and a half she decided as she nodded to Susan, now standing behind John with the freshened overalls. "Shall we get you changed then," Alice said gesturing with her hand towards the patio doors Susan had left open. Eighteen months had passed since this began and she was about to do what she considered the impossible not all that long ago. "Okay," John said feeling his knees weakening. This couldn't be happening and was, he mused in silence. With her gesture John led the way towards those patio doors and a fate he wasn't fully capable of understanding but slightly thrilled over it anyway. Eighteen months ago is when Alice Gray became Governor Gray and soon after she begin implementing her campaign promises. That in itself had gained her favor with her constituents as a dozen new appointments were made to go with two dozen new changes. First in those changes was the prison and using inmates, those in minimum security at least, for some of the lighter public works. Her appointment to head the prisons happily executed that mandate and nearly a quarter of a million dollars annually was estimated to be the savings. Even the uniforms the inmates wore changed and all hell broke loose when all of the prison whites were dyed pink. Seems that the prisoner's, some at least, were giving their outfits out to family and it was popular to sell them on the outside as status symbols. Not so popular when the color changed and another few thousand in annual savings was racked up. So too those points favoring what the Governor was doing as inmates became caretakers and gardeners for most of the public buildings including the governor's mansion and residence. The Governor had chosen to continue to live at her residence leaving the mansion for office space. It was a few months into the programs when an inmate, unable to make the port-a-potti, decided instead to urinate on the Governor's Roses. The Governor was livid when she called Warden Summers to complain. There was a few moments of heated words, then a slow simmer before the conversation turned. Warden Summers, meaning what she said next as a joke, promised the next group would be wearing diapers. As it happens, that wasn't as funny as it sounded, and after a discussion with the City Attorney, clearly within the Warden's rights. Being a trustee was indeed a privilege, according to that attorney, and if an inmate wanted to be a trustee he, or she, would have to abide by the rules and regulations governing that position. Not too long after that the vans moving trustees around no longer dragged a Port-a-potti saving more than enough to cover the diapers needed. It was an inmate that changed things when he filed suit as a class action contending that the diapers did not adequately support a day outside of the prison walls. The hope being, when that suit was filed, that the diapers would be discontinued. What did happen was a change in the diapers and before long, as part of the settlement, the prison went to a thicker, night time diaper. When those thicker diapers were offered as an option few took it up but it was also clear that some would have to because of the time spent outdoors. To further stifle the complaints, guards began to carry "diaper bags" so that the inmates could change or be changed if necessary. That too was voluntary although no one, in those first few months, took advantage of that option. That was also when the Governor began feeling those pangs of desire as the small group of inmates began working around her residence. Alice Gray had hinted once, to her appointment over the prison, that the thicker the diaper the more pleasing it would be. Before long, inmates working at the Governor's residence could hardly walk without waddling. Another complaint fostered by the prison coveralls, and how restrictive they were, prompted the change to the overalls. That change prompted another change and a special outfit, to be worn only when inmates worked at the Governor's residence, was added. A seamstress was found that specialized in toddler clothes, although that never reached the press, and those same styles that toddlers often wore, those few inmates now wore. That was about the time that Officer Wilder took over that special group. Officer Wilder was politically savvy as well as having begun those occasional evenings as Helen's maid. That was some of the reasons only the smaller of the men now in minimum security were picked. That was John for sure and the reason for the outfit John was now wearing, less his pants, as he now followed the Governor into the depths of her home. "We can use my gym for this," Alice Gray said as she reached a glass paneled door. It was a large room outfitted as an exercise area but to the side was a massage table. It was covered with a large white towel and the diaper bag, originally in the van, was now sitting next to it on the floor. Above that table, sitting beside neatly folded towels were rubbing compounds of various types, but it was the baby oil and powder John noticed. John was slightly unnerved over this reality beginning to match his fantasy as he took the stepping stool to climb up and lay flat over the towel. Alice Gray was lost to her own thoughts as she tried desperately to minimize the trembling in her hands as she eased John's plastic pants down just enough to give her access to his diaper pins. Alice couldn't believe this was happening as she undid the first diaper pin. "Not too wet," Alice managed to say as she slipped the baby pants and diaper down along John's legs to his feet. They came off in a bundle that Alice left on a chair nearby. John, with the exception of his white tennis shoes, socks and baby style tee-shirt, was naked, exposed and completely beside himself. There was the sexual overtones, clearly, but that wasn't all of it as Alice reached for a fresh diaper. John lifted himself and held that position for a moment as Alice shifted the new diaper in place. It wasn't all of it in the slightest, John mused, as the soft cloth touched the back of his bottom. There had not been much nurturing in John's life, hardly any at all since his fifteenth birthday. While John had enjoyed sex with his one and only adult, it wasn't exactly love making as much as sex. How odd that was as he lay there about to be diapered by a women pretty much still a stranger and sex not yet the motive. That notion of sex did change slightly when Alice filled her palm with baby oil. Most of those thoughts initiated by John almost the instant Alice cupped his genitals. John feared what he was about to do but couldn't help himself as he reached for the left breast hovering above him. Alice wore a white silk blouse and a lacy white satin bra that defined her large breast nicely. It was a hint of what lay beneath that drove John. Alice, meanwhile, was lost to her own efforts just as John touched her. It was soft, intuitive, sensuous and suddenly very electrifying. Both of them were locked into the very depths of their fantasies as their senses played and mingled those fantasies with this new reality. It would never be clear, to either of them, who climaxed first, but it was clear they both had when they returned slowly to the room and that moment just moving past their bliss. "Baby liked that didn't he," Alice said in a voice she had to find as she reached for a baby wipe. "Very much," John said as he lowered his hand to rest on the silken skirt covering Alice's thigh. The fact that she called him a baby went unnoticed. "So did mommy," Alice said finding that word comfortable as she cleaned John. She took longer than necessary just to savor her own pleasure ebbing slowly as she reached for the baby powder. The act of diapering John was still part of his sexual response as the soft cotton, lifted to rest over him touched him lightly. He was sensitive still and moved slightly from the shock of being touched causing Alice to spend another few moments teasing him with the diaper. Alice was a dominate above all else and knew the benefit of forming this attachment and reinforcement of sex to John's diapering. She was also keenly aware of her own desires. Drawing this out for as long as she could was also for her benefit as she smoothed the diaper now covering her young man. It took long moments with purposeful steps to gather the edges and begin pinning John's diaper closed. Alice was also aware of her bisexuality surfacing as she took in John's face and body. His European skin, slight of build, tiny waist and natural blond hair left him almost girlish laying there. The desire to color his face with just a little makeup was suddenly a very strong thought in those seconds. "I hope this doesn't sound too odd, but you are very pretty in this diaper," Alice said deciding to say pretty instead of cute. "Thank you," John said trying to discern what she meant by pretty but deciding that going along with the conversation was better than trying to understand it as he added, "I feel kind of pretty." "I love these baby pants," Alice said lifting a fresh pair from the bag. They were as cute as the first with pink and blue baby teddy bears decorating them. They could be for a girl or boy but Alice imagined them for a girl as she eased the openings over John's feet. "Me too," John said letting the last of his reserve drift away. He was satiated by the sex and how odd that was given the nature of that sex, but almost as much by the diapering and now those panties. This act of being babied was wonderfully soothing. "Could you wear these again, say voluntarily, if someone were to ask," Alice Gray said nervously. She could without any doubt easily force him into these almost at will but his cooperation would be nice as well. "It would depend on who was asking," John said coyly. It was him attempt to bring her out as far as he was. "If I asked?" Alice asked. "Definitely," John added, laying to rest any more reasons to hesitate as his plastic pants reached his diaper. John lifted allowing Alice to cover the diaper. The smell of that plastic, even the light scrunching and rumpling sound, the baby powder, the woman above him... yes definitely he could do this again, John mused. "How wonderful..." Alice said just as Susan knocked causing Alice to change her conversation to give Susan her attention. "The officer says that he's got to get the men back," Susan said apologetically. "Of course. Give me another moment to put our young man into his overalls and you may return the bag to the van. Oh, and leave that wet diaper and pair of plastic pants to be laundered," Alice said before adding, "on second thought remove another set as well." "Yes ma'am," Susan said moving to the bag. "And you young man have been a delightful baby, if I might risk saying that," Alice said patting the front of John's baby pants. "Thank you," John said blushing as he stood to put on his overalls. "Perhaps we can do this again," Alice said. "I'd like that, but they pick us at random I think," John said sadly. "I'm sure I can convince Officer Wilder to make an exception. Being Governor does give me a slight advantage," Alice said as she helped John with the straps of his overalls. The men were already in the van when John walked out. Officer Wilder was standing by the sliding door waiting patiently as John climbed in. Alice, still on the porch beckoned Officer Wilder over and spent a few short moments talking. Officer Wilder nodded a couple of times before walking back to the van. "So how was it?" Rick asked. "Uncomfortable," John said deciding Rick wouldn't want to hear the truth. "She use baby powder?" Brent asked. "No," John said. "Bummer," Brent said as Officer Wilder climbed into the van. The conversation between the inmates was at an end. "Susan, get me Judge Helen Albright and then spend a few moments finding out where the Warden gets those baby clothes," Alice said coming into the house. Alice felt oddly wonderful wondering, almost out loud, what she could add to John's diapering the next time he visited. Officer Wilder had quickly agreed to add John to the next group on their next visit. John, meanwhile, was lightly touching the front of his baby pants under his overalls, pressing lightly against the diaper wondering what it would be like as that woman's imaginary baby and smiling suddenly over his arousal. Not exactly as a baby he mused. "What the hell do you have to smile about? Rick asked in a low whisper. "Shut up back there," Officer Wilder said looking at them in the rear view mirror. Officer Wilder knew what John was smiling about. Meanwhile... "I've got Judge Albright on line one," Susan said. As that conversation began another was about to start. "Number one, two, two, one, five report to the warden's office..." the loudspeaker squawked. It repeated the same order before going silent. John, looking up at the speaker felt a sudden chill and it wasn't from the light breeze flowing over the yard. "What did you do," Rick said looking at the speaker with John before looking at John. "Not a clue," John said moving quickly towards the fence gate. "Warden wants to see me," John said to the guard on the other side of the gate. "Wait for the guard by the door," the guard at the gate said as he pulled a key for the gates lock. "Yes sir," John said walking through the gate as it opened. Officer Wilder was the guard at that door when it opened. "This way," Officer Wilder said holding the door open for John. "Inmate number one, two, two, one, five reported as ordered," John said to the trustee sitting at the desk outside the warden's office. The trustee pushed a com button and repeated John's number after the warden's voice answered. John was ordered in with Officer Wilder following. "Hello John," Warden Summers said almost pleasant enough for John to relax a little. He didn't. "Yes ma'am," John said. "John, I've been going over your record. We're becoming extremely crowded of late and I've been asked by the prison board to review those prisoners with six months or less," Warden Summers said flipping papers clipped into a file. Obviously John's file. "Yes ma'am," John said not sure what else to say. "You were sentenced to one hundred and twenty days less the two days served before coming here. You've been with us for... let's see... for six weeks now. Your record appears clean as well," Warden Summers noted. "Yes ma'am," John said. "That's seventy six days left not counting time off for good behavior," Warden Summers noted after a moments pause. "Yes ma'am," John said. John knew that. Actually it was seventy five days and a wake up because he would be released on the seventy sixth day which you didn't count. "You could be released as early as thirty days and in fact, that's why I've asked you here," Warden Summers said looking up at John with a light smile. "Ma'am," John said. His heart leaped at the mention of thirty days. He couldn't imagine that and yet there it was. "John, due to our overcrowding and given your sentence, behavior and time already served I've been authorized to make you an offer. It's voluntary, obviously, but it could put you outside of here for that remaining thirty days," Warden Summers said. "Yes ma'am," John said with a touch more enthusiasm. "John, Governor Alice Gray, my boss as it happens, has made a request for an administrative assistance selected from our minimum security inmates. That inmate would be serving at her residence. John, Governor Gray has expressed a desire to have you fill that position. I've reviewed your file and don't see any reason why you could not fill that position," Warden Summers noted. "Ma'am," John said in utter and complete surprise. Not too surprising suddenly and just as quickly John grew slightly wary of the offer. In another second of thought though John realized that it might be as a result of that afternoon two weeks ago. "Is that something you might be interested in. As I mentioned, it would be voluntary," Warden Summers noted. "Yes ma'am it would," John said quickly. "John, before you answer for sure I've got to make it clear that you would be under the Governor's guardianship as a trustee. Should you violate any of the conditions set forth as a trustee you could be returned here to complete your sentence. Is that understood?" Warden Summers asked. "Yes ma'am," John said and added, "I understand." "So I'll ask you again, officially, is this something you might be willing to do?" Warden Summers asked. "Yes ma'am," John said and this time he didn't try to hide his enthusiasm. "John, it would also mean you'll have to tolerate the uniform requirements as well," Warden Summers noted as she added, "And for the record, it would be the special uniform you wore the last time." "I understand," John said, getting the hint, and added, "I would still be willing to do this." "Excellent. Good then. Tell you what, why don't you go with Officer Wilder here and start processing out as a trustee and I'll inform the Governor that you've accepted," Warden Summers noted. "Yes ma'am," John said wanting to jump straight up and scream. He was getting out. He was going to be a trustee for the Governor and suddenly everything else came into his notions as he turned to follow Officer Wilder. "Jack," Warden Summers said after John and Officer Wilder left. "Yes ma'am," Jack said from his desk. "Get me the Governor and then go on to the infirmary and pick up a couple of diapers. I don't have a clean diaper to change you into," Warden Summers said. "Yes ma'am," Jack said blushing. He'd only recently been diapered as the Warden's assistant. He was told that it was being done because inmates could not use unsecured restrooms. It was shocking to be told he'd be wearing diapers all day but not nearly as shocking when he discovered that the warden enjoyed changing him. Of course Jack was less shocked after discovering he liked being diapered by the warden. "I see you're about to get yourself a pretty nice gig. Don't mess it up," Officer Wilder noted as he and John walked through the halls towards processing. "Gig," John said curious over the guard's choice of word. "Gig, as in engagement for the sake of entertainment. Consider yourself lucky, you're the first from here that's even been considered for something like this," Officer Wilder said as they continued walking down the large stark brightly lit hall. "I'm going out simply as entertainment," John said feeling a touch of anger. "Not exactly, because clearly she likes you," Officer Wilder noted as he nudged John on when John paused slightly. "So it's not to be an administrative assistant?" John asked. "By the strictest of definitions, most likely not, but that doesn't change the fact that it's still a pretty good gig," Officer Wilder noted. "So it's what, some kind of... she likes the diapering thing or what?" John asked. "Not how I saw it at all. She likes diapering you is how I saw it. Hell, the guys I bring up to her residence are all in diapers. If it was just the diapering she could do that all day," Officer Wilder noted and added, "Nope, it wasn't just the diapering, it was you." "So I'd be some kind of sex slave or what," John said brushing slightly as he continued testing the waters. It had all sounded so exciting at first but now he wasn't sure. Something about being forced to do this gave him a wrinkle. "Are you really that thick? Tell you what, say no... say no anytime and I'll march you right back to your cell. This is strictly voluntary, like the warden said so that means you can back out of it any time you want," Officer Wilder noted. "But I'd be forced to have sex with her, right," John said feeling he could talk freely all of a sudden. "Forced to have sex. Give me a break... I saw that smile on your face when you came out with the governor. Was it because she forced you to have sex?" Officer Wilder asked. "We didn't have sex... I mean not exactly," John said defending what he thought was his ego. "That right," Officer Wilder said. "It just happened," John said and quickly added, "And it wasn't exactly sex. There was no intercourse." "And if I'm reading you correctly, you'd rather not do that again," Officer Wilder said pausing in the isle not far from the large steel door that read "Processing". "I didn't say that," John said feeling silly all of a sudden. It was the only thing on his mind since that day and here he was getting upset over something he'd almost be willing to beg for. "So what is it you are saying?" Officer Wilder asked. "Damned if I know? I guess I'm a little confused over this," John said. "That's always the case when you step outside of societies norms," Officer Wilder said with a look on his face that suggested he was thinking of something else... something more personal. "I guess so and it is odd," John said as the wash of his fantasy slipped away. He was worried that Officer Wilder would think him just as odd. "Not odd for Governor Gray and I'm guessing, if you took a moment to consider the good parts of that day, not all that odd for you either. Who wouldn't like to imagine themselves being babied once in a while," Officer Wilder said. That last statement caught John off guard suddenly. Officer Wilder was definitely thinking of something else and it also appeared that he didn't think it all that odd, which was odd, John mused. "So you think diapers are going to be a large part of this or about the same as that day?" John asked. "Knowing the Governor, I think you're about to find out what it truly means to be mothered. If that scares you it might be better if you turn this down," Officer Wilder noted. It struck John then that it didn't scare him at all. That day, while parts of it were uncomfortable, hadn't scared him either and if that mothering was going to be anything like that day he was actually looking forward to it. "I think I'm going to see this through," John said. "Good choice," Officer Wilder said turning the large old lock that opened the large steel door. The Governor had gotten the number from the warden for the seamstress making the "Special" prison cloths. For nearly eleven days the woman had worked full time on nothing else but the governor's order. There were also several tradesmen under the direction of Susan, the governor's maid, as they transformed a guest bedroom into something suitable for babies. The governor was like an expectant mother as she paced the room watching the window. Hugs. Mary Beth