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Cupids Arrow By Mary Beth Sanford Copyright © 2019 Mary Beth Sanford All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means--electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise. Mary Beth Sanford First Edition Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Dedicated To That First Shared Experience... Chapters Introduction Characters Created For This Story It Was An Accident Chance And Luck Recovery Catheter Vs. Diaper A Diaper is a Diaper Trial And Error Diapers and Girl's Jeans Whisper Pants Back To Work Mrs. Rose Carver Just Like Me From Consultant to Therapist Dinner With Julie Girl's Diapers Sugar And Spice Don't Shoot, I'm Unarmed Toddler Diapers and Baby Pants Baby or Babyish Girls Room In A Girl's Diaper Spilling the Beans In The Beginning Co-Conspirators Something to Sleep In Sleep Over About Your Shoes Seduction Sex With A Girl As A Girl Not Stranger Than Fiction Confession Take It Up A Notch His Baby Dress Introduction Mark, took an arrow. Fortunately it was shot by a kid. Unfortunately that kid wasn't Cupid, although that thought would bring a smile to Mark's face. Considering what followed was reason enough for Mark to swear that kid might have been. In any event Mark's story began with a sharp excruciating pain and the next thing he knew he was in love. Characters Created For This Story Mark Anderson; Helen Anderson, Mark's mother Terry Brown, the shooter Mark Brown, Terry's father Tracy Brown, Terry's mother Brady Miller, Mark's Neighbor and retired Medic Dr. Bill Spencer, On call Surgeon. Jane Hays, Mark's Physical Therapist Mrs. Rose Carver, Nurse and Julie's mother. Julie Caver, Mark's girlfriend. It Was An Accident An unfortunately mishap is how the police officer recorded it and ultimately how everyone else described it. The child was old enough to know right from wrong, but didn't believe he was doing wrong and there was no intent, not a hint of it. It wasn't really anyone's fault, unless you wanted to question the father's judgment, but no one did. It was just one of those unfortunate set of circumstances. Mark's neighbor, Terry, a precocious boy of seven got a bow and arrow set for his birthday. His father, an avid bow hunter himself, in the middle of setting up the straw target and large backdrop, was called into work and it didn't get finished. His father kissed his disappointed son on the way out the door promising they would target shoot when he returned. Terry, like most kids his age, decided later would be way too long to wait. Terry unfolded one of the unblemished paper targets, took a role of masking tape from the garage and with the aid of his mother's kitchen stool managed to fix the target on the fence. Tarry taking seven year old paces walked back a suitable distance to what he thought was far enough away. As it happens the paper bulls eye was tapped directly over a gap where the fence boards came together. That gap couldn't have been a half inch at most. When Terry shot the arrow it actually centered the bulls eye and went directly through that gap. A one in a thousand shot. When the arrow disappeared Terry thought it very odd till the scream. The scream scared Terry and alerted his mother. It came from Mark next door. Mark was ten feet from the fence threading a new clothes line between two steel poles for his mother. Mark had promised to add the new line so his mother could hang clothes again. Mark's mother hated using the clothes dryer. "Clothes dried by a machine didn't smell as fresh," she told Mark more than once hoping to nag her son into fixing her line. That last time Mark swore he'd fix her line good as new. Mark was doing just that with arms outstretched to pull the quarter inch line through the last "eye" bolt to tie it off when the arrow pierced his side just above the pelvic bone. Chapter Chance And Luck The good news was the arrow. It was dull and slow. Unfortunately it had just enough force from the child's version of a compound bow to not only break Mark's skin but to pierce his body as well. Mark felt the pierce instantly as a burning sensation that flared immediately. That instantaneous pain caused him to double over and reach down to swat whatever it was biting him. Hitting the arrow when he swatted was what made him scream. Mark's actions brought his hands to the shaft of the arrow and his right hand hit against it. That abrupt hit moved the tip imbedded inside moving the shift sideways. The pain became instantly excruciating. Mark screamed involuntarily, fell to a knee and found himself gripping an arrow as he fell first to his side then rolled onto his back. There was a second scream from Helen, Mark's mother, who heard Mark's original scream and recognized the source of it instantly. She ran to his side as Mark fell and rolled over on his back withering slowly in agony. Helen didn't want him pulling or pushing the arrow and yelled at him through his fog of pain not to move. Helen undid her apron gathering it around the shaft itself to act as a tourniquet. Helen's first aid training recognized the trauma and blood loss which was slight but bloody and mixed with fluids. Sanguineous was the term that came back to her from her training. Her experience as a nurse told her it was fresh blood from internal damage and not from the skin. It was blood expected from an early stage entry wound. As she started to move Mark's hands away and press her apron lightly the blood flow increased to a moderate amount that began soaking the apron. Mark bleeding was obviously internal and not just from the skin. "Hello? Helen? Is everything okay over there? Are you alright," A voice cried out. It was Tracy their neighbor yelling from the other side of the fence. "I heard screams." "Mark's been shot with an arrow, he's bleeding badly, it's internal, I can't move. Tracy, I need you to call 911," Helen yelled back. "Give me that," Helen heard Tracy yell. A few moments later with clean dish towels in her hands and a first aid kit Tracy rushed through the gate. "Fire department is on their way," Tracy yelled dropping to her knees with the extra towels. "Thanks." " I'm going to go get Brady, he's mowing his lawn," Tracy said dropping the first aid kit. Brady Miller was another neighbor, an "x" military medic who was pushing his mowing over his lawn when Tracy ran up to him. Brady ran for his garage, grabbed his now retired medical bag and ran back with Tracy. Brady immediately took over Mark's care. He'd seen worse. A lot worse. They could hear the first sounds of sirens off in the distance but closing. The rescue unit along with a small pumper from the fire station rolled up and stopped to the hiss of air brakes not a minute later. An ambulance pulled in alongside the pumper as Helen ran into her house. Helen knew she was going to go with the ambulance and grabbed her purse locking the door when she came out to ride with Mark. They were going to Mercy while the onlookers drawn by the chaos went back to their Saturday morning routines. All the other emergency units returned to their bases. At the hospital Mark was given a local in the emergency room as the on call surgeon prepped. Mark's X-rays showed that the arrow had done some damage but not enough to be life threatening. Dr. Spencer looked at his watch, then at the x-rays again and calculated that he would make his tee off time. "Scalpel," Dr. Spencer called standing alongside the arrow just before he pulled. Surgery took half an hour. The puncture wound itself took a small butterfly closure and would leave a tiny dimple of a scare. Chapter Recovery The emergency room doctor, a bow hunter himself, explained how lucky Mark was when Mark was in recovery. X-rays confirmed the doctors assessment. First it was a seven year old pulling on that bow string, he said. Had it been an adult with more force behind that arrow it would have gone deeper, maybe all the way to the spine. Had it been a hunting arrow with razor edges and not a blunted target arrow it would have shredded Mark's muscles, nerves, colon and bladder instead of mostly pushing, separating and bruising. Mark, the doctor said was lucky on many levels. Yes, of course there was damage, some to the nicked nerves and that torn bladder wasn't good and would need to heal, but there was nothing that time couldn't get him past. As to that damage? It was the nerves that would be some of the issue. Mark's bladder nerves were spasmodic, which was normal due to the damage. Those spasms would last for some months but would ultimately repair themselves. Nerves are the slowest to heal the doctor warned because of the insulating myelin sheath that hugs the nerve cells themselves. It was important to know and life altering, but not life threatening. The big takeaway the doctor noted was that Mark's bladder volume loss would be gained back to almost normal as he grew older and his bladder size increased. While some amount of his bladder was gone, most of it remained. Overall, the doctor was very optimistic. In fact, according to the chart the doctor showed him, Mark's bladder had a better than good chance for a full recovery. Not right away obviously, but natural expansion over the years to come would give Mark an almost normal capacity and that would happen well within a decade maybe less. As the doctor said 10 years is not much considering those years in context to a lifetime. To boil it all down, as the nurse fused over his bedding and IV lines, he was damn lucky. Bottom line, Mark suffered what was called an extraterritorial bladder rupture. That kind of rupture was the most common type of bladder injury. Most of the surgery that Mark underwent had taken care of the worse of it. That was the good news. What would really keep Mark in the hospital just a bit longer was his infection, and that was the only real bad news. Chapter Catheter Vs. Diaper As the doctor flipped another chart showing some numbers he pointed out that all urine is waist and unfortunately very toxic. The body is designed to handle toxicity within the confines of its kidneys, bladder and urethra but not within the body's cavity. When the arrow pierced Mark's bladder it drained urine into that cavity and not to the outside world through his urethra as it's suppose to. It was like an instant infection. Mark's good fortune that day continued, the doctor noted, because Mark had urinated just before he was shot. Mark was also fortunate that his mother had left the arrow in. The arrow blocked additional drainage some making that leak less than it could have been. Fortunately antibiotics were fighting that small amount that did leaked and the prognosis was very good. Finally what wasn't so good, the doctor said was they couldn't use a normal indwelling urinary catheter on him. As the doctor noted, in normal bladder traumas and with most patients following surgery they were almost always fitted with inside catheters tubes. Those inside tubes would then drain urine into a bag hanging outside the body. Those tubes are normally held inside the bladder with an inflatable balloon. In Mark's case the extensive damage to his bladder prevented that type of catheter. To make matters worse they couldn't use a normal outside catheter either because of the nerve damage and resulting spasmodic contractions. Those were posing too much risk for that catheter balloon since the spasms themselves would compound the damage and complicate his recovery. The doctor showed Mark the catheter device while explaining it. A catheter balloon is intended to stay in place for an extended period of time "unchallenged". That time would range from hours to weeks. In some patients, the catheter stays in even longer, but this is rare. In Mark's case - Impossible. Also in Mark's case that term "unchallenged" would also be impossible. Those bladder muscle spasms would create too many problems. The doctor patted Mark's arm telling him he'd see him on rounds tomorrow. Meanwhile the doctor was going to leave the rest of his care up to his therapist who happened to just walk into the room at that moment. She was pushing a cart ahead of her. "Thank you doctor." "You're welcome. We'll talk more after I've seen the labs on your infection." "Okay," Mark said watching the doctor walk out the door. "Hi Mark, I'm Jane by the way, Jane Hays, you're physical therapist and treatment nurse." "Hi Jane. Can you get the doctor back? He didn't tell me what my options are," Mark said. "Actually, that's why I'm here Josh. I provide you with those treatments and opitons," Jane said pushing a small cart in with her. "There are really only two options with an uncontrolled discharge due to bladder problems. The first as the doctor explained is a catheter and bag. I've been told that won't work in your case which leaves the second option which in this case are incontinence garments." "Incontinence garments," Mark said. Wait a second is Incontinence garments another way of saying diapers?" "I'm afraid so Mark." Jane said as picked up her clipboard. "Luckily, your small waist size is going to work in your favor." "How's that," Mark said and then abruptly threw his head back and laughed. "No, don't tell me. You're going to tell me I'm small enough for baby diapers? Right? Something on the order of Pampers or Huggies?" "Pampers or Huggies? What's going on?" Helen asked coming into the room with a cup of coffee. "Wow, what did I miss?" "The doctor was here," Mark said to his mother in frustration. "No catheter, and no bag and this is Jane my physical therapist and the lady with my options who just said I'll be wearing diapers! Right? Oh, and get this mom, the good news is I can fit into baby diapers. Now you're all caught up." "Hi Mrs. Anderson. Actually Mark, that's not what I was going to say," Jane said as she extended her hand to Helen. "And it's nice to meet you Helen. I was going to say that you can easily fit into toddler size diapers. Baby diapers, by the way, would be too small. I was talking about the toddler size Pampers or Huggies brands. Chapter A diaper is a diaper "Much better knowing it's toddler diapers are a fit and not baby diapers!" "I know that's what you think, and I know diapers are going to be a tough sell for you, but they are going to get you out of here. As to your size Mark that is the other good news because it's going to allow a substantial savings over the long term. Not to mention that you'll find it easier to wear when you go back into the world." "Easier to wear?" "Single tapes. Trust me, when you're changing yourself in a bathroom, you're going to appreciate single tape diapers." "Wow, that's just great." "Trust me Mark it will be. You're not going to think so now, but you will. I know you don't want to hear any of this but you have a decided advantage when you leave here. Especially for discretion." "She's right you know," Helen said coming over the Mark's other side and kissing him on the forehead. "Thanks mom and you don't have to look so happy about it." "I'm not. But you don't need to look like the world ended either. Although, thinking back on those days, I had a lot more control over you when you were in diapers." "MOM," Mark said as he took a half hearted swing at his mother. The move caused him to grunt from the pain. "Hey, no sudden moves like that. Your surgery is very fresh," Jane said as she pushed the cart further into the room and pulled the curtain around his bed. She left that, turned back to the cart and picked up a latex glove. "Mom," Mark said hinting Helen should leave. "What?" Helen asked. "Excuse me honey but everything you've got I've seen. Considering the number of diaper changes I'll bet it's more times than a wife will I'll wager, and besides, who's going to do this when you're home convalescing?" "Fine," Mark said closing his eyes as Jane pulled the second glove on. She pulled the top sheet covering Mark down and his gown up. "Okay, I'm going to be doing all of the moving for you so don't you try and move. Just take a breath and hold it while I roll you a little to get this diaper under you," Jane said after she opened the folded white disposable she picked up. It was cushiony, looking and fluffy. It was also pure white as she unfolded it. There were no decorations as it came open, but it did have ruffles around each leg. With the diaper open she went to Mark. "Do you have one without ruffles?" "Gathers." "What." "Those are gathers, not ruffles. Prevents side leaks." "Oh." "Hold still." "Ow," Mark groaned as she gently rolled him towards her before laying the diaper under him. She allowed him to roll back over the diaper before gently spreading his legs a little. Jane pulled the diaper through, tugged it some and then preceded to smooth it over him before joining the back to the front. She sealed both sides with single tapes. She was quick and as soon as the diaper was on she brought his gown down and the sheet back up. "See that?" "See what?" Mark did not want to see anything let alone himself wrapped in a toddler's diaper. "That! Your diaper! That's a size six and a good fit," Jane said turning to Helen. "By the way, these are clouds. We buy them in bulk from Big Box, but you'll be able to buy this size almost anywhere. Your chart says diapers for six months at least, which I'd say is the minimum." "Okay." "I'm saying that because it's the math Mark." "Math?" "Yes, six months is eight diapers a day. That's roughly six during the day, and maybe two per night. That's fifty six diapers a week. Like I said, it's just math. Fifty six diapers a week for six months is about 1,344 diapers in total. I'm just telling you this because I don't know what your insurance looks like." "Neighbor's homeowners liability insurance is paying his medical and long term care," Helen noted. "She just called and confirmed that. I'll check on the cloud brand. Should he wear plastic pants or any other kind of cover? I mean what about when he starts back to school or working?" "No way am I wearing baby pants." "I'd consider them. I'm serious. Your incontinence is always going to be connected to your liquid intake but don't cut down that intake below minimums. People try and do that sometimes to reduce their diaper changes. Don't. You'll risk dehydration. If you're not paying for your diapers just do more changes," Jane said. "And if you think about it, your plastic vinyl panties are nothing more than insurance." "So how much intake is enough?" Mark asked ignoring the talk about baby pants. "You know, for water?" "Well, about eleven cups for someone your size," Jane said. "But the best rule of thumb is go by the urine color and your thrust. If your urine is yellow you need water, or if you're thirsty, drink. Most people get enough from soda, coffee, juice and food but soda and coffee actually makes you use water and makes you thirsty. Just drink water and make sure you're checking your urine for color. As for activities, best thing is not to change what you were doing before the accident. Just do it lighter till you heal." "Got it," Mark said. "Oh, and as far as plastic pants or other diaper covers," Jane noted to Helen. "I'd say it's a yes, mostly for the security if for no other reason. As to brands, I'd get the newer PUL pants to be safe. PUL Fabric is a type of laminated fabric. They are silky as well which will aid in sliding under regular pants. Just means they won't make too much noise." "What's PUL?" "PUL stands for Polyurethane Laminate and is waterproof. They make a really great diaper cover." "Good to know," Mark said with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. "I know you don't want to hear any of this Mark, but it's going to be helpful. You might think about a brand called Bemis. They're mostly for cloth diapers but great for added protection over disposables. The thing is they're very soft and mash over your diapers easily, especially under jeans and better still they've got a wide elastic so they don't bind. The other advantage is, if you decide to wear cloth..." "Wait, why would I wear cloth diapers?" "I'm talking about at night. Some do go with cloth to avoid middle of the night diaper changes. Nice thing about cloth diapers is you can fold one down the center as a soaker which gives you a second diaper where you need it most. Just something to think about. Brands like Bemis or the ones made of PUL material make good night time diaper covers as well," Jane said. "Both are comfortable to wear." "Can we talk about anything else?" "Of course," Jane said as she fused with her cart as she pulled the curtain open. "She's right about the cost," his mother noted coming back next to the bed. "And cloth diapers are not that expensive." "I know, I know." There was that money to be saved, Mark understood that, but it didn't change the fact he was wearing diapers meant for toddlers. That night alone in his room he logged onto the Internet and browsed several store fronts. Wal-Mart to Amazon sold baby diapers in various brands all of them up to the size six he would be wearing. They all sold various packages sizes. Trouble was they all had babies or cute babyish designs on the packages. Mark was a very lucky young man according to Jane. That view was not shared by Mark as he laid there like a baby that night in recovery. It was right after another diaper change. The last thing Mark wanted was to wear diapers. Running around in diapers held no appeal at all for Mark. At least not at first. That following day Mark was given better news. His infection was rapidly going away. With that part on the mend he could go home. The doctor did confirm that six months would be the minimum for a complete recover. The doctor also gave him the best news ever and that was Mark could start wearing the catheter and bag which meant no diapers. "You just missed the doctor." "What did he say?" Helen asked as she helped Mark up to walk down the hall. "The doctor says my spasms are not as bad as he anticipated and I might get away with a catheter." "Is that what you want?" "Duh? Yes! Hello? No diapers mom." "Well, if you think it's better, then so be it." "I do and I've convinced the doctor that a catheter with a bag strapped to my leg would be best." "Wonderful honey." Chapter Trial And Error Mark got his bag. That night Mark got up on his own and walked again with a walker. He was thrilled because he was in his own underwear when he left his room. He'd walked 20 feet down the hall when the first spasm hit, and with it came an excruciating pain in his groin. Mark dropped to his knees then doubled over. He was still there when an orderly and nurse got him into a wheel chair and back to his bed. "It's the catheter balloon," the doctor said later after a quick exam. "As I anticipated expanding the balloon pushes on the nerves. It's okay when you're still but not with the movements. It was the walking that caused those spasms. The bag isn't going to work." "So it's back to diapers?" "I'm afraid so." "Damn it." The doctor removed the catheter and the nurse the bag immediately and Josh went right back into diapers. They gave him something for the pain and he fell asleep caressing a penis still throbbing and twitching from his protesting nerves. Ironically the rubbing over his diaper seemed to help. He gently caressed himself to sleep. Chapter Diapers and Girl's Jeans When Mark was discharged he left the hospital in a diaper and jeans. What Mark didn't know was that he was wearing girl's jeans. Jane had passed that bit of knowledge to his mom Helen, but out of John's hearing. It was a helpful suggestion. The expanded hips in girl's jeans would allow him to wear the diapers comfortably. Mark was a nearly perfect size 10 in girl's jeans. With the exception of larger hips his new jeans were the equivalent of his boy sizes according to Jane . Mark's mother knew Mark's sizes and agreed with Jane. What Helen didn't know till Jane mentioned it was if Helen got Mark girl jeans in a plus size 10 instead of a regular 10 it would give Mark an extra inch in his waist and two inches in his hips. Those extra inches would easily give him the room he needed for a heavier diaper and baby pants. "With those jeans over a disposable, even with a soaker, and baby pants he's good for most of a day." "That's very helpful Jean, thank you." Mark didn't know he was wearing girl's jeans when he dressed to leave that day he was discharged. What his mother happily noticed was his new jeans easily covered his toddler diaper even with an insert and those new slippery plastic panties. Mark wasn't happy when he dressed but at least he was leaving the hospital. Deciding to wear diapers was hard but he wore them and after some discussions with Jane he had decided on Pampers Swaddlers. While baby diapers went by weight they did publish sizes and the size 6 Swaddlers had a waist of 20 inches. That was an inch bigger than Mark's 19 inches. The Huggies brand were a half inch bigger than the Pampers. Mark's mother bought a package of each and brought one from each package with her to the room with his new jeans. Both had single large tapes and both came with decorations, but that couldn't be helped. The inserts Mark thought were made for the diapers were actually a women's pad maxi pad. That too was Jane's idea. Helen didn't tell Mark about the pad's source or that she adored the baby decorations. The Swaddlers were super soft and had the most flexible fit but the Huggies were much more roomier and Mark found them just a little more absorbent. With the pad even more so. Mark wore the Swaddlers out with his new Jeans under a pair of new Dappi's baby pants. Helen put two folded Huggies into Mark's new backpack. Mark had found out about the Dappi brand baby pants from Jean as well. When that bit of information Mark found a web site for diaper wearers. Some of those wearers did so for the pleasure, others for their own medical reasons. It didn't really matter because Mark was there for the expertise. There were a lot of discussions on various types of baby pants for wetness. Mark ignored the cuteness factor. What convinced Mark to wear the baby pants was other forum members recommendations. Most recommended wearing waterproof covers as extra protection and noise reduction, just as Jean had. The comment was backed by the brand name Dappi and sold by Big Box. Mark's mother found them in the diaper section and noting the size she confirmed they'd fit Mark. The package noted Nylon Waterproof Diaper Pants. The one big advantage besides being waterproof was they were rip- proof 100% nylon taffeta. She got one package of two pair. Mark started alternating between the Pampers and Huggies and nylon and those taffeta panties that very first day. The only drawback came when he tried putting his old jeans on at home. He felt like his new jeans were too stiff. His older jeans, bought not all that long ago and had once fit perfectly wouldn't close at all with his diaper and baby pants on. None of his old jeans fit over the diapers so he stepped back into the new ones. He told his mother about his new Jeans over his diapers and Dappi baby pants and how they gave him a teenage girl's butt. It had caught his mother by surprise although he still didn't know they were girl's jeans. His mother said it didn't look that bad but if he thought that maybe he could try one size up and wear his tee-shirts out instead of tucked in. That night they tried the new tee-shirt size and wearing them out and it did help a little. Mark stepped into his shoes and stood in front of the mirror admiring the fit. If he had breast he mused he'd have a damn girl's body. It was then that Mark realized he was wearing girl's jeans or at least suspected as much. Mark looked at his mother and asked if his jeans were girl's jeans and she confessed that they were but telling him why. He nodded, paused then laughed over it. At least he wasn't going crazy he said, and then joked telling his mother, unlike girls, he could easily loose inches in his hips by just pulling his diaper off. During the first few weeks of recovery they started testing several brands of diapers, and keeping meticulous notes, stacking the unused bags in the closet to use as standbys down the road. It took about three weeks of keen observations on which brands were generous enough with their sizing, and absorption. Other considerations were leg and waist elastic and tapes. To his dismay the ruffled gathers around his legs worked better than no gathers or ruffles. Within days of those last experimentations Mark found the best brands and sizes which were between size 6 and 7. A size 6 was a much better fit for him and could be hidden better, while a size 7 with a soaker was better protection. His size 7 with a soaker under baby pants allowed him a full night's sleep or nearly a full day outside before he needed a change. Chapter Whisper Pants The rest of that first month Mark and his mother spent narrowing down the brands. Mark did have one significant advantage and that was his short, thin build. Right from the start Mark found that, like it or not, actual baby diapers really fit him well. The best all around was Walton's Puffy Pats diaper which were a little less "crinkly" under a pair of Whisper Baby Pants. Whisper pants were recommended by an unknown member of another on line diaper group that Mark found. When the discussions and decisions became more difficult to make Mark turned to the forums for a consensus. That's when his Whisper pants came up. Mark asked his mother to buy him a pair and she did. What shocked him a little was discovering that those Whisper Pants were actually two layers. One layer was a lingerie grade nylon covering a soft, pliable pair of plastic panties. That combination gave him an additional layer of protection, while the nylon reduced that telltale crinkling sound plastic coverings often made when they were worn under street clothes. At the forum only a couple of mentions were made about the obvious... that if they actually had ruffles and a tiny bow they'd be girl's rumba panties. Mark began wearing the combination of disposable diaper and Whisper pants as a routine under his size 10 plus girl's jeans with his shirts out. If anyone noticed and Mark was fairly certain no one did he was past caring. About three months later life had pretty much returned to normal. Mark's spasms came on him occasionally but they were becoming fewer and a little less intense as time went on. Even the spasms that did hit simply required that he pause a moment and wait for them to pass. It got so that he hardly noticed his diaper even when he needed a change. Chapter Back To Work That was the state of things when he actually began working at the Walberg Department Store with his first job stocking shelves on second shift. He also added two more women to his list of "those that knew". Both the woman in personal and his shift manager now knew of his "handicap", He had to tell them because there might be an occasion when he'd need a moment to pause for a spasm or take time out to change. Mark explained his injury and the consequences of it. He didn't specifically mention diapers but it was obvious what an "occasional change" meant. Ironically that wasn't as critical as it once had been since he carried spare diapers and whisper pants in his backpack. The two additional women that now knew at his place of work were very sympathetic. To Mark's benefit his supervisor was very pleased with his work and could care less. There was a single stall bathroom near the layaway desk that Mark used that had a changing table and lockable door. He'd go in, lock the door, lay his backpack on the table and lower his girl jeans to his knees along with is baby pants and remove his wet diaper. He'd add the bad to a fresh diaper, clean himself, bring the diaper between his legs and tape it closed. With his baby pants and jeans in place he'd role his used diaper into a ball and seal it into a zip lock bag and go back to work. It hardly took much more time than a regular trip to the bathroom. Mark didn't know it but a women, waiting for that particular bathroom, complained when Mark came out of it but was discreetly told that the young man was handicapped and wore diapers himself. That woman, a regular shopper, and to Mark's surprise, became a constant and warm greeter when she came across him stocking shelves. The woman was always trying to see if she could tell that Mark was wearing diapers. She was sure she could and made a point of that to whoever she was with. Chapter Mrs. Rose Carver That was the state of things when Mrs. Carver met with Mark that fateful night in the middle of his shift. Mark was just past his eighteenth birthday celebration, and into his seventh month stocking shelves when the well dressed woman approached. As usual he was cutting boxes open and stocking. He was putting away baby food when she came down the aisle looking desperate. Before Mark could ask if he could help her she asked where the larger size diapers were. She was looking for diapers that "might fit teens." Mark, hearing the word teen was instantly empathetic and immediately stepped off the stocking stool he was using for the top shelf. He asked the woman to follow and ushered her to one aisle over to where the diapers were. He then asked more specifically for a particular size and gender. When the woman answered Mark's question he began an overview of which diapers were available and why one brand was better than the next. What happened next could be blamed on the woman's questions coming so fast and her sounding so full of desperation. Mark was literally answering her questions without thinking. It was clear on the woman's face that Mark had impressed her with his expertise. It was also Mark's willingness to help that allowed the woman to take the leap that she took. "Young man, I know this is an odd question, but I have no one else to ask and you've been so helpful so I'm just going to ask. Now then, in your opinion which of these diapers would work best on a young teenager girl that is occasionally wetting the bed," the woman was asking that question with a desperate look on her face. The woman quickly followed that up with a: "And no, if you're curious, she can't help it." "Well first, it's going to be dependent on waist size and how often she wets I suppose." "It's at night and we think it's only once during the night so far." "Then it's really going to come down to size. A very small waist would allow for pull ups which might be best with capacity the only issue. Second to those pull ups would of course be single tape diapers. I would say single tape diapers would be the least embarrassing for sure. Mostly because they'd give you or rather her some sense of security," Mark said and then asked about her actual waist size. "Let's see? She's a size 10. Last time I bought her anything with a waist size she was 19 inches. That wasn't long ago so I'd still say 19 inches," the woman mentioned that looking at Mark with those desperate eyes. "She's average weight too. If that makes a difference." Chapter Just Like Me When the mother responded and got answers it was clear she was relieved just to have those answers. Mark also had his. It turned out that the girl had the same waist size as he did. He couldn't believe there was another person... No, not just a person, but a girl that was just like him. He fantasized briefly dating someone like that. He was imagining dating a girl that not only knew he wore diapers but did so herself. It would certainly take the awkwardness out of him wearing diapers. There were more comparisons and a couple of surprises because she wasn't much lighter than Mark, and if he ignored her waist and hip difference, which wasn't really all that much, then she could literally wear the same diapers he wore. For another brief moment his fantasies flared out of control. Mark took a calming breath. "Ma'am, it's like I said, if she's not wetting isn't too heavily then I'd go with the Walberg's Regular All Brand Night diapers since she's got the waist size to fit them, They actually do work the best," he said pulling a package of All Brand Night diapers off the shelf to show her the back for waist sizes. "They'd be the least embarrassing as well because they don't have any of the baby decorations." "I'm not sure she will tolerate a thick tapped on diaper. Is there anything less alarming?" "You could try the pull-ups. They go on more like underwear. You can always go up from there if these don't work." "Excellent. Let's do that. In fact, I'll take both the tape style and the pull up." At that point Mark didn't even think about what he'd been saying because if he had he'd realize there would only be one possible way he would know that they worked the best. Adding the words "least embarrassing" was also a hint that "he knew" what he was talking about. In any event the woman was pleased and grateful. "Oh this is a such a big help. Thank you so much," the woman said as he was about to walk off. She put the tapped diapers in the cart switching the package he'd picked up for the girl's version. She also added the pull up package he'd given her swapping it too for the girl's version. After a moment's hesitation and a quick look behind her she added, "Would you... Would you, considering what you know, also recommend... you know, some kind of different diaper rash cream for someone older?" "Johnson and Johnson's baby lotion and powder ma'am, same stuff for babies. Like those diapers, it's the best for controlling dampness," Mark said all that while turning around to the other shelves and walking the few steps it took to get one of the baby lotions and baby powder canisters for her. Mark handed her both containers and said, "Baby powder talcum is a really fine talcum and acts somewhat like a thin film of oil. That oiliness really helps keep the moisture from settling against the skin and irritating it. Helps stop rashes if you keep the area clean." He rambled on never considering that his expertise was clearly giving him away. "Young man I mean this... I can't thank you enough. Thank you again, you've been a huge help," the woman said taking both the diapers and baby powder to the front of the store. He told her she was welcome and returned to his aisle and stocking tasks. He felt good that he'd been able to help, but after a few minutes it dawned on him that he'd practically confessed to a stranger that he too was a bed wetter. As he began stacking shelves again he began to realize what he'd said and how much information he'd given her. Knowing what he'd done brought a touch of panic over him which thankfully drifted some after convincing himself she was, after all, just a stranger. He went back to work and forgot the incident. His night shift ended and he left for home none the worse for wear. Chapter From Consultant to Therapist That following night he was back in the store, this time labeling cans with price tags to be stacked. He was opening another box of Chicken Noodle soup when that same woman came walking towards him. She was dressed differently but he recognized her instantly and his panic returned immediately. Her presence brought on that immediate reaction since he knew that she too might have guessed by now he was a bed wetter. He could feel his face flush with the humiliation and uneasiness over someone as old as himself wearing toddler style diapers for bed wetting and a stranger knowing it. Worse because he felt guilty over wearing actual toddler diapers at night since he'd recommended them. He fought back the embarrassment and smiled. "Hi. Can I help you?" Mark asked. There was really nothing he could do about it. "Hi, do you remember me? I was here last night." "I do. Hello again." "Actually I'm not sure if you can help me or not, but I'm hoping you can. Listen, this is so very odd, but I don't know anyone else to turn to? Do you have just a couple of minutes." "Sure, how can I help?" Mark asked with no good excuse to say no, but wishing he had. He was full of dread that she was even back, let alone talking with him. "First of all, and please understand that I'm asking this because there really is no one else that I can even talk to about this, and you seemed like such a nice man last night. You were so helpful that I thought I'd see if you can help me again," the woman said before adding, "Oh, and I'm Mrs. Carver. Rose Carver." "I'm Mark, nice to meet you. How can I help Mrs. Carver." "It's Rose please." "Rose. How may I help?" "Mark, it's my daughter again. Actually before I go on can I ask you a very personal question that I have no right asking?" "Sure." "Seriously you have every right to say nothing, or that it's none of my business. The thing is and my only reason for asking is for the sake of my daughter. Obviously if you don't want to answer you don't have to, but as I've said, I'm kind of desperate." "If I can," Mark added nervously. He knew what she wanted to ask him. "Thank you Mark, and she is wetting her bed by the way." "I got that from our conversation last night," Mark said. "So what's the question?" There was no doubt what she was going to ask Mark realized. Especially since she'd already told him about her daughter. He also knew he could refuse to answer but given what she already had on him he was positive she already knew the answer. Mark felt his face warming but fought against his blush and just stood there. It was something in her tone that made him want to help. "I suspect you know what I'm going to ask but I need to ask anyway. It's just that if you confirm what I suspect then it makes all of this so much easier. The other thing is I'm going to ask you for is your help with my daughter because you'll be the only one in this world that really can help." "It's really okay." "I'm sorry, but was that as confusing to you as it sounded to me?" "Ma'am, Mrs. Carver, I mean Rose, I actually... I mean I do know what you're going to ask and the answer is yes. I too am a bed wetter. That is what you wanted to ask isn't it?" "It is and thank you so much for trusting me with that information," Mrs. Carver said suddenly giving Mark a hug. "That's okay, Actually about six months ago, no, seven now, I was shot with an arrow and it caused some problems. On top of that I was borderline with an underdeveloped bladder and because of that it sometimes spasms and releases on its own. It happens mostly when I'm asleep." "I'm so sorry for what happened to you." "It's okay. During the day I can kind of control it, mostly, but at night I can't. It helps that I stop taking in liquids a couple of hours before bed but, as you've most likely guessed, I still wear those very same diapers you got for your daughter. Was that the question?". Mark paused and waited. "Bless you, and yes it was. Thank you so much for being so open and honest. I know how difficult this must be for you because it's been horrifying for my daughter. Which brings me to why I am here. I know you don't know me, nor my daughter, but I was wondering if you might consider offering her your own perspective and experience over why you're wearing those diapers. I'm thinking that if another person, especially a person her own age, a peer if you will... if you were to talk with her she might see this issue differently," Rose said and added, "She's really devastated and there is no one else." "Can I ask why she's wetting her bed? I'm assuming she's wetting the bed right?" Mark asked. "Actually yes and no. I mean yes! That is she is wetting her bed, but she is also having accidents during the day as well. She had a bicycling accident about three week ago. For most of that time she's had a catheter, but as it turns out she's that one in ten thousand who react to the materials. She's developed a reaction and a rash. She had to stop using the catheter and started using pads, the largest, but at night those don't work. When I suggested those diapers she nearly had a nervous breakdown. I don't know what else to do?" Mark laughed. Rose looked at him curiously. "I'm not sure I understand the humor in this," Rose said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh like that but the irony of this is mind blowing. It's just that in the beginning I too wore a catheter but had to stop because of spasms. I couldn't use them either. I hated the thought of diapers. That's why I laughed. it was the coincidences. You're daughter and I have a whole lot in common," Mark said. "Even better. Oh Mark, you simply must share your life experience with her. I know it will help!" "Do you think she'd even be willing to talk with me?" Mark asked. He was thinking about his own experience. It had been hard, very hard to talk with the women at work about this, and talking to anyone in school about this would seem to be impossible. It would even be worse to find out he might have to talk to some total stranger. It almost made him smile to realize he was doing just that or might be. "I know how impossible this sounds Mark, but I don't have any other options. The thing is I'd like you to try if you're willing. She's miserable because without some sort of protection she can't leave the house and sometimes, usually when she's eaten, she's stuck to staying within a few feet of the bathroom. If you're willing perhaps on one of your days off I could have you over for dinner and we could sort of take it from there," Rose said and added, "I'm really playing it by ear here." "I guess I'd be willing to help. I'm not sure I can promise it will help, but I'd be willing to try," Mark said. "Mark, I'm worried about her and I'm sure if she heard about this from someone already experiencing it, she'd feel better." "Like I said, I'd be willing to take a shot at it," Mark said. "I'm off during the week for school. Mostly I fill in here. Saturday and Sundays are light days for me. Either one of them would be okay. I can take Saturday off if you like." Mark was hugged immediately, thanked and given Saturday at dinner time as the target. Saturday was tomorrow. Chapter Dinner With Julie Mrs. Carter gave him her address, a reference for his phone app showing where they lived and the time. Ironically they were only a few blocks in the opposite direction that Mark took for home. Her daughter went to a parochial school nearby which was why he didn't know her. Her name was Julie and she was the same age as he was, but two months younger. Mark found it impossible to think of anything else but the meeting with Julie although he had a really great dream that they were both in diapers and playing together. Mark woke feeling a little better about meeting her and satisfied myself in the tape on diaper before he got up and went to shower. He told his mom he was meeting with a friend and having dinner there if that was okay. His mother cooked and he didn't want to leave her hanging on a meal she'd prepared. His mother was okay. As the time approached he found the house easily enough, knocked and was invited in and greeted to the rich smells of something already cooking. Whatever it was made his mouth water. Rose was smiling nervously as she took his coat. "She's very upset and in her room," Mrs. Carter said wringing her hands as she added, "Mark, it didn't go well. She feels like I betrayed her. She couldn't believe I told a total stranger about what was going on. "She's not to going to do anything rash is she?" Mark asked. "No. Oh God, at least I don't think so," Mrs. Carter said and then added, "I'm not sure she believes me when I told her you wet the bed like she did and you wear diapers at night. Anyway, I'm not sure what good this is going to do now, but if you're still willing would you mind giving it a try yourself. It's the first door on the left at the top of the stairs." "Sure, I'll give it a try," Mark said nervously looking up before climbing the steps. When he turned to see if Mrs. Carver was still standing in the doorway she was gone. This was the most bizarre thing he'd ever done in his life he mused, and he was nervous as hell besides. He was going to confess his own problems to a girl he'd never met and discuss it with her own issues, trying to convince her to do what he did. Mark wasn't clear on how to even start a conversation. Mark got to the door hesitated then knocked lightly twice. "Hello? Julie, hi, we haven't met, but my name is Mark. I'm the one your mother mentioned, I guess," Mark said. "Go away," A voice said. "Julie, I honestly know what's happening to you. I mean Literally! That's why your mother talked to me. I mean I think she's hoping I can talk to you about.. you know, about your my problem and maybe explain about me and my own. I guess it might help to know there is someone with the same problem? Stupid I know, but if you're willing perhaps we can just talk." Mark paused listening for a sound from the room. Nothing. "Julie, I can tell you right up front it's a pretty weird thing to be talking about this to a stranger so I know where you're coming from because I've never talked with a stranger about this either. Actually, the only other human, besides my doctor was my mom and my bosses at work," Mark said pausing to see if she might say anything. "Okay fine then. They're in the bathroom," Julie said from the other side of the door. "What?" Mark asked not sure what it was she was saying. "Are you wearing diapers right now?" Julie asked. "I am." "What kind?" "Actually since I'm just here for dinner and then home again I'm in one of my pull ups," Mark said without added that he had on the whisper pants as well. The pull ups were the cheapest solution of all and he used them when he could. "Are you wet?" Julie asked. "A little damp I guess," Mark said before adding, "I changed just before coming over here. Why?" "Do you have a change with you?" "I do but they are in my back pack and that's in the living room with my coat," Mark said. "So I take it your pull up doesn't tape on like a baby's diaper?" Julie asked. "No, the one I'm wearing now is truly a pull up. They pull on like underwear, but you can tear the sides to remove them." "Then go to the bathroom, take your pants off, tear your diaper off and grab one of my diapers and tape it on," Julie said. "Wait what?" Mark said slightly confused. "You heard me. Go get one of those baby diapers my mother bought for me, the diapers I might add, based on your recommendation! So go get my diaper and put it on." "You want me to wear one of your diapers?" "That's what I said. I'm told by my mother that the boy, which is you, recommended those very same diapers for me. That was you making that recommendation wasn't it?" "Yes, I guess it was." "And I'm to understand that you wear diapers just like those? Right?" "I suppose I do. Although not exactly like those." "Then you shouldn't object to putting one on." "You want me to wear one of your diapers?" "Like I said, they are in the bathroom. If it's true that you wear diapers as well, then this should be a non issue for you. Go on, go put a diaper on, come back and knock again, then maybe I'll be willing to talk with you." "Julie, the thing is I normally only wear the tapped diapers only at night now." "Doesn't matter when you wear them. Right? You wear them. So this should be easy for you. Right? So either go put one of those diapers on right now or not. If you'd rather not you may leave." "I didn't say that I wouldn't. I just said I'd rather not. If it's that important to you then I will." "Well, you're still standing there? If you want to talk to me go get your diaper on. When you have your diaper on come back, knock and tell me you're wearing a diaper okay? Do that and I'll talk with you, but only after I've confirmed you're in one." "Got it." "It's that or nothing. Like I said, otherwise, just go downstairs and have a nice dinner with my mother and leave or just leave if you don't want dinner." Chapter Girl's Diapers "Okay Julie, I can do this, but you know your mother bought the girl version of the diapers I wear! You know that right? It's going to be padded differently. More padding between the legs. The boy diapers have more padding in the front." "I know that. I'm not seeing an issue here?" "I'm just saying that it's a girl's diaper." "Have you had Biology 102? I mean does your school teach the same biology as mine does?" "They more or less do I guess. Yes I have had that class, why?" "Well, if you've had that class and 101 before that, then you'll know that putting on a girl's diaper or anything else that a girl might wear, even her panties, is not going to change you into a girl. Right? I mean you know that, right?" Julie asked. "Of course I know that. That's not what I meant. I was talking about the padding itself? Oh never mind," Mark said it feeling embarrassed, defeated and suddenly very silly. Silly on the face of it, but the last thing he wanted to do was put on a girl's diaper. Regardless that it didn't changed him. "Then if you know, there is no reason for you to be standing there refusing to wear one of my diapers. And just so you know, they are still in the same place. You can still find my GIRL diapers in the bathroom." Mark pondered what she was asking of him and felt his face grow warmer as the embarrassment of what she was asking him to do came to a head. Her mother Rose was a stranger, this girl Julie was a stranger and yet this stranger wanted him to put on one of her diapers, and then come back to her room in it. A girl's diaper of all things. "If I do this, do you promise to talk with me?" "Will you be in one of my diapers?" "Fine! Yes! Okay!" "Then I'll be here waiting for you to change." "Okay, so here's my counter: I'll do this, but only if you promise to put one on as well! "What?" "You heard me. If I've got to do this to talk with you then you've got to do it to talk with me." "Agreed. I've got one in here with me. If you wear one of my diapers I'll put the one I have on for our so called little talk." "Fair enough." "No pants though, okay. Just the diaper." "No pants?" "No jeans. That's the deal!" "Okay, fine, fair enough, no pants." "Yell whenever you're ready." Chapter Sugar And Spice Mark found the bathroom and the package of diapers sitting within the cabinet under the sink. The package was open and at least one had been removed. He pulled another from the package, looked at it and then closed the bathroom door. He thought he had given Rose a package of all white diapers without decorations. No wonder Julie was upset. "Sugar and Spice and everything nice." Mark whispered as he looked at the diaper. Mark was looking at Snow White, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty airbrushed over the diapers front with a little pink ruffled stripe around the legs designed to look like lace. He cringed. In for a penny, in for a pound, he mused as he undid his pants. Mark folded his pants on the counter after slipping his shoes off. Mark worked his pants over his shoes and then his whisper pants before tearing his pull-up off. He tore his wet diaper free and rolled it so the wet side was covered by the outside. Mark picked up the girlish baby diaper, opened it and sat over it on the carpet in the bathroom. He formed it around his waist, then drew it snug between his legs before drawing his legs up to spread them a little more to set the diaper as he closed the tapes. Mark stood and redid the tapes again to fit the waist better and then stood there for a moment in front of the large mirror attached to the door. He looked silly he mused in just his tee-shirt, socks and a girl's diaper, but it was done. He was in Julie's diaper. It was now or never. Mark was wondering how this might look to Mrs. Carter before shrugging. It really didn't matter he realized since this was all being done for her daughter Julie's sake. Mark took a breath, before leaving his shoes on top of his folded pants and whisper pants on the counter. Mark stepped out of the bathroom. It was the oddest sensation being in a girl's diaper in a strange house before he realized that her diaper had the padding more in the middle than at the front. It put a little more padding between his legs. He could feel the press against his thighs as he walked. He wondered if that showed as he walked towards the door to knock and meet Julie. "Julie? I'm here and I've done what you wanted?" The door opened slightly showing half of Julie's face and little else. Mark flushed red but stood there. "Move back a little, lift your tee shirt all the way and show me your diaper." Mark stepped back put his hands on the hem of his tee-shirt and lifted enough to show the diaper fully before making a slow full. Chapter Don't Shoot, I'm Unarmed "Don't shoot, as you can see, I'm coming in unarmed Blacky." Mark snickered. "Who's Blacky?" "Gun slinger. He's a bad guy. Never mind it was a joke. Anyway, I'm in your diaper. Are you satisfied?" "Very satisfied and it's a nice fit. Cute by the way." "Now show me yours?" The door opened and the first thing that struck Mark was how cute she looked wearing a diaper. She wore nothing else but a white cotton camisole hugging her. She wore white tennis shoes and white socks. She really was cute. Mark's face was red as a Beet. "This has got to be the weirdest thing I've ever had to do just to meet a boy?" "You? Tell me about it, I'm in a strange house with a strange girl, but I guess we've already done the hard part." "We have, but I was already wearing my diaper. I was just having a little fit over my bad luck is all and I wanted you in yours so I didn't feel so conspicuous if you know what I mean?" "I do. So why didn't you tell your mother that? She thought you were like suicidal or something?" Julie laughed. More like a snicker that she quickly covered. "What? What am I not getting?" "Mark, I pretended to have that fit because I wanted to meet this boy she went on about." "You pretended? All this is just pretending? So why am I in a diaper?" "Because I'm in a diaper. You hungry?" "Starving! Okay if I change first?" "Absolutely not. If it's mom you're worried about don't be. She's going to be so relieved that I'm wearing my diaper because of you that you'll be her hero. Besides, if I'm going to be sitting there in a diaper then the least you can do is sit there in one as well. I mean after all you're here in the capacity as my diaper wearing therapist, right?" "I guess I am." "Let's go." Mark waiting for Julie who began walking out of her room. Mark followed feeling very prominent and obvious. The crinkling sound the diaper made while he walked didn't help either. They reached the kitchen door and walked in. "Well for heaven's sake, look at you two. Oh Mark thank you." Rose said nervously from the stove as Julie came into the kitchen in front of Mark. Rose, a tear in her eye that she wiped away moved to Mark and gave him a hug. "You're welcome." "Mark, you can't know. I mean it. What you have done for us is nothing short of a miracle. Thank you." "It's okay," Mark said. "I just wish I'd had you buy the generic version to try and not the girl's version." Both Mrs. Carter and Julie began to laugh. "I didn't even realize it till she screamed the obvious at me. That was my bad." "Over it mom. The thing is if he can wear them, so can I." "I know honey, he's now our own personal treasure." "Mom, would you mind if we eat alone?" "Not at all. Tell you what, I'll get my soup and be in the den if you need me. I've shut everything off. Thank you so much - again." Mark watched her fix a bowl of soup and leave the kitchen. Things were getting lighter, a little more relaxed. "You're welcome again." "She makes the best potato cheese soup," Julie said grabbing two bowls from the cabinet before opening a drawer to get two spoons. She scooped the thick soup into both bowls before inviting him to sit at the kitchen table. There was a loaf of French bread already cut with a cube of butter on the table. He sat. Julie buttered a slice, left the kitchen and came back empty handed. "Like I said would happen, you are now a family hero." Mark took a sip, peppered his portion a little, buttered a piece of bread and then began eating in earnest. He really was hungry. Julie did pretty much the same till she'd taken a few bites in silence, then paused and put her spoon down. Chapter Toddler Diapers and Baby Pants "So, is that the only style diaper you wear? I mean as far as baby style diapers go that is?" "Toddler diapers." "Sorry, I haven't been wearing them as long as you. Yes, I meant the taped style or I guess those toddler styles?" "It's been the best for cost and function. Although, just so you know, it's mostly been the boy's styles." "Oh, that's right, you prefer boy's style diapers." "It's silly I know, but what are you going to do?" "So just for the record that is the style you prefer?" "Pretty much, why?" "It's just that I was looking at some of the diapers on line and was just thinking about, you know, the Ultras for night. Maybe something like a Pampers would be better for an all night diaper?" "Are you worried about absorbency?" "I guess, maybe a little. It's just that these might not be absorbent enough." "I have considered the Ultras, but so far the size seven with a soaker under baby pants has been enough." "Baby pants? You wear baby pants over a disposable?" "I do. Added protection. Especially at night." "Really," Julie said picking up her spoon again and looking a little amused at that confession as she added, "Baby pants?" "Yes, most times," Mark said without noticing her amusement as he added, "I guess it's more a precaution than anything else." "Baby pants," Julie repeated. "Would it make you feel better if I said diaper covers? I mean does that sound less intimidating?" "It's just that this is all new to me and a little humiliating. Maybe not so humiliating now that I've met you that is. It kind of helps you sitting here in a diaper meant for a girl." "Thanks a lot seeing how it was your ultimatum that made me wear it." "I'm glad I did, you really look cute in it." "Really? You think I'm cute?" Mark blushed and went back to his soup for another spoonful just to avoid the awkwardness. "In my diaper especially." "Thanks I think." "Okay, fine, you're cute without a diaper showing. There, does that make you feel better?" "It does." It was an odd but casual conversation because he spent most nights in an Ultra tapped on diaper, so this tape on style he was wearing was practically felt the same. Mark did note that there was more padding between his legs, but tried not thinking about it. Besides, Mark found that he really liked her. Plus he really loved the soup and was starting to get use to sitting there in just a diaper. "A girl diaper," he whispered shaking his head. "What? What did you just say?" "I was just thinking how odd this might have been without you wearing them as well." "Can I ask you a more personal question?" "You mean more personal than this? Sure." Chapter Baby or Babyish "Do you ever think of yourself more like a baby or kind of babyish when you're diapered at night? I mean have you found yourself kind of regressing in your diapers?" "Not really," he said finding the question odd. It made him ask her, "why?" "It was just something I thought about. Not sure why but I kind of see myself like a baby right now since I've got to wear a diaper like a baby?" "Kind of like a baby? I guess when you put it that way perhaps? I guess in a way you're right because we don't have complete control. I get that, so I guess from that perspective we're kind of like babies but not babies if that makes since?" "It does, thanks." "I guess the real difference is we know we're wearing diapers and they don't." "That's true. So let me ask again, does wearing a diaper at night make you at least feel a little babyish? Mine is making me feel kind of infantile." "I guess maybe a little. You'll get use to them," Mark answered believing she was talking about the humiliation of diapers. "Remember, it's your first diaper, after a couple of weeks you'll hardly notice them." "It's not that Mark," Julie said. "The thing is and don't think me weird or anything, but it's not me being use to them so much as it being a kind of attraction." "Attraction? Really?" "It does sound weird doesn't it?" "No. I mean I'm not sure. I guess I haven't really thought of these in that way." Mark had but so far it was something he kept trying to ignore. "Really! You tape yourself into a diaper cover it in baby pants and you don't think about it?" "It's just that I'm wearing them because I have to. Maybe I do a little but it's too embarrassing." "Well, it's like I said, they just make me feel sort of infantile but instead of making me feel bad, it's kind of a nice feeling. You know, a little secure and cuddly. So I guess that's what I meant by asking if you liked them?" Mark looked at her a little surprised, then snickered. He couldn't help it. The irony of what she was saying caught him by surprise. "What?" Julie asked. "It's just funny is all. I mean I was thinking about your mom." "What about her?" "Your mom was sounding so worried, panicked actually. She was positive that without an intervention you were ready to around the bend, and I was suppose to come here and try and talk you into wearing those things. Now look at me, I'm in a girls diaper and the girl that was supposed to be so paranoid is asking me if I feel sort of babyish in diapers because she likes it. That's what." "Okay, fair enough. Tell you what, finish your soup and we'll go back to my room and we can talk more." "Work's for me," Mark said moving back to my soup. Chapter Girls Room In A Girl's Diaper They ate in silence, finished their soup then cleaned the table. There was a bit of erotica as they cleaned the table because moving between that table to the sink displayed their diapers to each other. Mark didn't think of it at first, but he did think of Julie's as she moved from the table to the kitchen counter. "What?" Julie asked catching Mark's gaze. "Something about a girl in a diaper?" "Really? You're going to go there? Have you looked in a mirror lately?" "I know. It's kind of counter to what I've been saying isn't it? It's just cute is all. Boy is this ironic." "What's that?" "I'm here to convince you to wear diapers and all of a sudden you're trying to convince me to like them." "You just said I looked cute in them. That's a bit past just having to wear them." "True." "So you won't panic if I say I think you're cute in your diaper as well." "Is that what you are saying?" "Yes. We've come a long way since we started our soups haven't we?" "We have." "So, you ready?" "All set," Mark said as Julie turned for the living room and the stairs that led to Julie's bedroom. They were passing Rose as they made their way to the steps. "Did you kid's have enough?" Rose asked looking up. "We did mom," Julie said and then added, "Mom, thank you." "You're welcome honey," Rose said. "It was really good Mrs. Rose Carver," Mark noted. "Thank you Mark," Rose said. "And THANK YOU Mark." "You're welcome," Mark said as he climbed the steps to Julies room. He flushed a little red knowing Mrs. Carver, Rose, was most likely watching his bottom as he climbed the steps in her daughter's pink diaper. The diaper crinkled as he walked but it seemed to get louder as he climbed. "Odd being diapered in front of your mother like this," Mark said. "It's okay and like I said, you're really cute." "Again, so are you," Mark said just as her mother yelled from the foot of the steps. "I've got to go out. You kids going to be okay?" Julie's mother asked. "Yes, we'll be fine." They both heard the door slam. It was an uncomfortable moment all of a sudden. They were on our own. Chapter Spilling the Beans "I'd like to see you again, if you're comfortable with that?" "I'd like that." "So from what I gather, you're only working part time and you get weekends off." "I do." "So if I remember your schedule, you don't go back to school till Monday and you start work in the afternoon? But it's all part time? Right?" "Pretty much," Mark said and then looked at her strangely as he realized he hadn't told her any of that. "Wait, so how did you know that?" "Oh crap." "What?" "That was stupid of me." "Was it your mom? I'm just asking because I don't remember telling her my schedule?" "Not my mom, yours." "My mom? When did you talk to my mom? Wait? You talked with my mom? I'm confused. "Look, I just blew it okay so let me get my thoughts together." "You blew what? What's going on here Julie? You said you talked with my mom? About me, about this? About my incontinence? When did all of that happen?" "It's not exactly like that. Yes I talked with your mom but when I did talk about you it was because of what she was worried over. If that makes any sense?" "It doesn't." "Promise you won't get mad." "Mad about what? I'm just confused is all?" "It's just that I don't know how to tell you any of this? I was hoping to tell you most of this after a couple of dates or at least after we got to know each other better. It's just that I don't want you getting mad at me. The thing is I like you!" "Like I said, I'm not mad Julie, just really confused. "Okay, first of all I'd just started wearing diapers myself so I know for a fact what you were going through. Maybe it was fate or chance but there I was in that store at the same exact time as your mom." "Wait? Store? You were in the same store as my mom? Julie what are you saying?" "Mark, this is getting really awkward. Just give me a minute to gather my thoughts and I promise I really will explain." "Okay, I'm waiting." "Mark, just keep this one thought while I tell this... believe it or not, this whole thing started out because I wanted to get to know you, okay?" "Really?" "Yes." "I think I need an aspirin." "I know and I'm sorry that I'm blowing this so badly. The thing is I don't want to lose what I've gained with you. I mean I like you and I don't want to lose you. Frankly there are not a lot of dating options for a girl that suddenly likes wearing diapers." "Same for guys," Mark mumbled. "That's what your mom said," Julie noted and added, "That's why she agreed to become part of this conspiracy. She worried about that very thing." "Wait? Conspiracy? Why was mom worried about finding me a date?" Mark asked. "Because of your diapers silly," Julie said. "She told you that?" Mark asked. "No. At least not at first. Not the way you imagine it. She just didn't blurt it out," Julie said. "She confessed it after we talked which was after I approached her." "You approached her?" Mark asked. "Of course! She was crying!" "Okay, before I get confused more maybe it would be better if you start at the beginning," Mark said. "Good point," Julie said and then laid on her side after fluffing her pillow... Chapter In The Beginning "Okay, so I'm in Big Box buying jeans and there is your mother. She was also buying jeans in that same area. That wasn't too unusual. You know, at first she was just another woman buying jeans. Like I said, what caught my attention was her crying softly while holding up these girl's jeans. "Jeans? Oh right! Yes that would make sense. I mean it would make sense why she was there. Actually that must have been the jeans I'm wearing now. But I don't get why was she crying?" "Will you let me tell this?" "Okay." "Anyway, so she was holding up the exact same size jeans that I wear which wasn't odd, but was her crying. Obviously something was wrong so I started to move closer to ask, but before I could ask she whispered to herself the oddest thing?" "What?" "She said, 'What girl is going to date a boy wearing diapers under these?'" "She said that?" "She did." "So what did you say?" "Nothing at first? You know, it's just not something you hear every day. I was trying to figure out what she was talking about. She was buying girl's jeans for a boy that wore diapers? She had my attention." "So obviously you now knew I wear girl's jeans?" Mark asked. "I do," Julie said. "Frankly Mark I sort of know it all. I got to know you wear girl's jeans, some kind of baby pants covered in silky panties, and of course those tape on diapers that are meant for toddlers . How's that for knowing your most intimate secrets?" "Scary," Mark said. "And yet here we are," Julie said. "So before you panic let me remind you that we're both wearing the same kind of diapers, and I've just admitted I like them. "What's that mean?" "I'm just saying if you start feeling awkward as I tell you all this, don't because you can't be any more odd than me." "Fair enough." "Good! So back to your mom and what she said. As soon as she said that, about the diapers and jeans, I moved right next to her, apologized for overhearing what she'd said and introduced myself. I also made it very clear immediately that I actually knew of a girl that might like to date a boy wearing a diaper under those jeans!" "You told my mother that?" "I did." "That must have blown her away? What did my mother do?" "Well, as you can imagine I'd gotten her attention. She took my hanky that I offered and dabbed her eyes and asked me who the girl was. When I told her it was me that's when she said she'd really like to talk." "And you did." "We did. We went out to the food court and got coffee and talked. That's when I found out about your accident, the catheter issues and of course the diapers. She also told me why she was buying girl's jeans which made perfectly good sense." "So those don't scare you either?" "Not in the least. Anyway, that's when I told your mom about my own accident and diapers, and why I'd be interested in dating a boy that would wear such things. I also laughed over the irony that you and I wear the same size 10 plus in jeans." "So now you knew it all then what happened?" Chapter Co-Conspirators "Well, as you might imagine, we became co-conspirators to get us together at that very moment." "So that clears up how you found out about me, but what about your mom that night in the store? She said you were a bed wetting and refused to wear diapers and needed my help." "I'm about to get to that. So, we had a another luncheon which this time included my mom," Julie said. "Call it a planning meeting on how to get you and me together. We were just going to tell you about me and my accident but we thought that might seem too coincidental and scare you too much. "It might have?" That's when my mom thought up the bed wetting problem and getting you involved that way. Frankly I thought that was a brilliant ploy. I mean since you were the same size as me in jeans, it also meant I was the same size as you in diapers. So we polished the story and mom paid you a visit. You've got to admit she was pretty good at convincing you I needed some kind of advise or counseling?" "She was," Mark said trying to find any anger deep down and not discovering any. He'd been set up, but it was all to get him right here with Julie and the notion of that was pleasant unto itself. That fact that they were both wearing diapers, as odd as it was, was just as pleasant as well. "So where are we on this dating conspiracy?" "Let's see, it's Saturday and only six. Right now my mom is just picking up your mom. From your house I think it's an hour into the city where they are going to take in a movie," Julie said. "So let's see if they're driving still that should put them into their rooms about seven, seven thirty at the latest. I think mom said they were going to do a late dinner show first, then hit some comedy place and go shopping tomorrow. Mom was going to call around checkout time tomorrow to see if they needed to stay another day or not." "I didn't bring anything," Mark said. "Duh? Mark, we're the same size," Julie said. "And I think I got the same baby pants as you like wearing? I know my diapers fit so the only thing left is something to sleep in?" Chapter Something to Sleep In "So here's the problem Julie. I made an exception to wearing your diaper because I thought that was going to help. I do wear girl's jeans but that's because my boy jeans don't fit. Those two things don't nearly make me a cross dresser so I'm not all that keen on wearing your things to bed. I men I'm still a guy. While most of your things might fit, the truth is I don't want to wear most of your things." "Well, let me ask you this? Will you spend the night with me?" "Yes." "And are you okay wearing one of my diapers? Several I guess?" "I guess so." "And I told you I have the plastic panties with nylon panties over those that I just bought, and you normally wear those, right?" "Right." "So the only real issue is finding you a masculine top to wear? Right?" "I suppose that would work." "Then I have a couple of night shirts in blue which are boy colors! Will those work?" I guess." "You guess? Look Mark, we're supposed to be bonding. We're both desperate... no, too strong a word, we're both eager for companionship and I'm not too proud to say so, so please, would you hang with me this weekend and get to know me?" Julie asked. "Maybe, tomorrow, if you like, we can go over to your place and get you what you normally wear to bed? Including your own diapers. Would that be okay?" "Yes it would. Mind if I see the kind of top you're talking about?" "Of course." Julie jumped off the bed and went to her dresser, pulling the second drawer open. She fished within for a moment and came out with what looked like a tee shirt, but made of pure nylon colored in a soft pastel blue. "Macho enough?" "Barely, but I guess I can wear that for tonight." "I've got a shirt you can wear over that. It's satin, but white and the only difference between that and your kind of shirt is the buttons are on the other side. Is that okay?" "Can I see it?" Julie handed Mark the tee shirt which replaced the tee shirt he was wearing as she went from the dresser to the closet. The shirt was a satin blouse but carried a masculine style. The shimmering satin fabric was where the masculinity ended. "What do you think?" "That's it as far as clothes? Right?" "Except for the nylon covered baby pants, yes, that's it." "I guess I can do that shirt as well." "Awesome. Come on and you can take your shower first. I was thinking we could do popcorn and talk some more." "Fair enough," Mark said taking the tee shirt and blouse and walking back towards the bathroom. Julie followed a few steps and stopped opening the linen closet as they passed. She gave him a wash rag, hand towel and large bath towel to take with him into the bathroom. She followed him in, and went under the sink for a small travel size bar of soap and another diaper. Chapter Sleep Over Mark showered alone but he fantasized that he wasn't and his heightened sexual urges were quickly taken care of in the hot running water. He dried then laid the large towel on the floor before generously powdering himself. Mark had begun to enjoy the smell of baby powder and deciding Julie wouldn't mind he powdered from the neck down. He picked up the damp towel but laid back down on the rub to diaper himself. After a generous amount of baby powder covered his loins and diaper he tapped himself into it. Standing there in front of the large mirror thrilled him. It was a combination of the diaper he wore and what he was about to wear as he picked up the silken tee. It went on easy over his powdered body and felt slick as he caressed it. It covered his diaper half way down he noticed before lifting the blouse from the hook. First thing he noticed, besides the soft sensuous texture of the material was the opposite buttons, taking a few seconds to orient himself. It was awkward buttoning from the other side but easily managed after the first two. The blouse fell past the tee and over the diaper to the very edge. If he lifted his arms the blouse went up four or five inches he realized. "You done?" "I am," Mark answered hanging the large towel where the blouse had been. Mark opened the door to find Julie standing there with a pair of white flats in her hand. "Girl's shoes?" "Thought these would be better than bare feet. Your choice." "How do you know they will fit?" "Don't." Mark took the shoes with less hesitation than he thought possible. In those couple of seconds deciding yes or no he realized he was already wearing girl's clothes and a girl's diaper. What harm was a pair of shoes going to do? He lifted his foot and slipped the first shoe on. It fit perfectly. "So even your shoes are the same size as mine?" "It would appear that way. TV's on and there is soda in the refrigerator. I'll be out in a jiff. Julie swapped places with Mark and closed the door after he was in the hall. He looked down as he made his way to the kitchen. Mark paused, turned and began walking back to Julie's room deciding he needed a mirror first. The two sliding closet doors were together because Julie had left her closet open. Mart stood in front of the large mirrored door to see what he looked like. It was the shoes that completed his feminine transition. He continued admiring himself with a twinge of guilt stemming first from the sensations of wearing nylon. Lifting his blouse and tee up from the sides added more guilt. He was doing that with a subtle twist to see his bottom when he looked at the other shoes. There was a pair of flats nearly identical but in pink and on a whim decided he'd try those. Mark removed his right shoe and eased his toe into the right of the pink pair. His foot was too big to fit. He tried again. He was at least a shoe size too big to fit. He tried a pair of high heels and they didn't fit either. Odd he mused. "Feel like popcorn?" Julie asked coming into the living room. Mark had left the shoes to go into the living room pausing first in the kitchen for a soda. He was sitting on the couch when Julie came in. "I do." "Come into the kitchen while I make it." Mark rose and followed Julie into the kitchen. He sat at the table while she opened two bags of microwavable popcorn. The first bag went into the microwave. "Julie, it's about these shoes?" "It doesn't bother me in the slightest that's your wearing girl's shoes, if that's what you're going to ask?" Chapter About Your Shoes "Actually no. It's the sizes. These are bigger than the ones in your closet?" "Really? You tried on my other shoes?" "I wanted the mirror and your closet was open and there was a pair of shoes just like these but in pink and they didn't fit. I only tried them out of curiosity but when they didn't fit I tried another. These are bigger." "My shoes were too small to fit you so I bought a pair in your size." "You bought me girl's shoes? Wait? How did you know my shoe size?" "Your mom gave me the size after I asked." "You asked my mom for my shoe size and then got me a pair of girl's shoes?" "I did." "May I ask why?" "Really? You need to ask why? Okay, it's because I knew you'd be wearing one of my diapers, which you are. That was my first reason. Secondly I knew you'd be wearing something of mine if you stayed over, or at least I hoped you'd stay over, and lastly I thought they'd look cuter than your shoes. Which they are by the way." "Girl's shoes!" "I knew you wouldn't have any clothes other than what you wore here so I kind of improvised. I knew everything else would fit but guessed that my shoes wouldn't. Your mom confirmed it when I asked. Is it all that bad wearing girl's shoes?" "I guess not, just weird is all. Weirder still knowing my mom gave you my shoe size knowing you were buying girl's shoes for me?" "The plans got pretty elaborate." "What plans?" "The plans for your conquest. Your mom, me and my mom spent one of your work nights making plans for this night." "My conquest? So I'm a conquest?" "Of course! That's why your here and wearing those things." The popcorn finished and the second bag went into the microwave as Julie opened the first into a large bowl. She was wearing a pink top that stopped well short of her diaper. Mark realized then that she was wearing the pink flats. "So I guess you've succeeded. In my conquest that is?" "Not quite." "You've got me in your diaper, tee shirt and blouse including new girl shoes, so what's left?" Chapter Seduction "Your seduction silly." "My seduction?" "That was my hope? Why do you think mom left us here - alone?" Mark didn't answer, just sitting there as the second bag of popcorn finished. That second bag was gingerly opened and poured into the bowl. Julie was smiling wickedly as she turned to face him. She moved the few steps to put her closer leaving the popcorn on the counter. Mark stood when she extended her arms. She pulled him to her without resistance and they kissed. Mark felt her arms circle him till he was wrapped in both. He mimicked her gestures through their kiss reacting quickly through their contact. Mark's erection slid along the inside of his diaper as their tongues began to play. Julie's right hand slipped down far enough to wrap his waist and with both in place she pulled him tighter while pressing her pelvis against him. Mark responded pushing back. Their diapers crinkled under the grinding and movement. Their compassion grew feverish. "Mind if we have our popcorn later?" "Not at all," Mark answered to Julie's whispered invitation. They broke free but Julie took Mark's hand and walked him out of the kitchen. She walked him to her bedroom and to the beds edge before kicking her shoes off. Mark followed with his own shoes and then allowed her to tug him down onto her bed. Chapter Sex With A Girl As A Girl They went down face to face and their kissing picked up again with no hesitation this time as their tongues touched. Mark eased away a little to allow more room for Julie's hand as it searched for an opening into his diaper. She found him at the same instant he found her. Their foreplay went from a casual light touch to deeply aggressive as their tongues fought. They had become feverish in their quest to join as Mark felt the first tape of his diaper being pulled. He found Julie's diaper and did the same before Julie rolled Mark onto his back. Julie was clearly the aggressor as she gathered Mark's girlish blouse and tee out of the way before opening his diaper fully. Julie's diaper came off. Julie gently managed his penis against her vulvae massaging his wet tip against her own moistness before holding it in position. Julie grew wetter as Mark slipped in till his pelvis was pushing against hers. They held that position for a few seconds before Julie began to lift slightly. They found their distance and a pace. It had been a long time for both of them as their pace picked up. Mark felt the pressure building while holding back in desperation. Julie, sensing Mark's penis swell to match his fervent lunge released her own hold allowing herself the pleasure of her orgasm. Julie arching her back clinching forcefully pushed Mark beyond his capacity to hold. In a blinding release he too exploded as his own back arched. An eternity of flooding passions lasting mere seconds pushed them into ecstasy. The world had stopped turning till both reached their limits and went past. Mark grunted softly as Julie shivered a bit and both released. Julie leaned forward catching her breath as Mark collapsed flat. Mark's arms went around Julie's waist drawing her against him flat as both collapsed together gasping in air. Mark grew flaccid and fell free of Julie's hold as they caught their breath. They kissed, warmly, more gentle this time with the passion drained. Neither wanted to move till Julie did by rolling off Mark to lay alongside. Mark with his eyes still closed felt Julie move again and suddenly she was taping his diaper closed. He opened his eyes to find her holding her diaper out to him as she went back and spread her legs. Mark slipped the diaper under her and tapped it closed before bending to kiss her. "I could do that a few dozen more times," Julie whispered as Mark still kneeled between her legs. He was caressing her diaper while she fingered the hem of his blouse. They were satisfied to remain like that for a moment. "I'm not sure I've got it in me after that," Mark confessed. "That was beyond anything I've experienced." "Really? How wonderful." "Why is that so wonderful?" "We've got the whole night to see if that's true or not." Mark moved to the beds edge and rose. He turned and took Julie's hand to help her up and both slipped their feet into their flats. "Now we can have that popcorn." Chapter Not Stranger Than Fiction "Chance," Mark whispered with a look of wonderment on his face. "What?" "Chance! I said chance. I was just thinking about meeting you. It's just so hard imagining that a random set of circumstances could bring us together. Especially culminating in what we just did. Which, by the way, was wonderful." "I know. When I first saw you, which was right after talking with your mom, I was thunderstruck. I mean you were so cute and when I imagined you in diapers I nearly lost it right there in the store. It was so worth faking the diapers." "What?" "What?" "You just said it was so worth faking the diapers?" "Faking the diapers? When did I say that?" "Just now! You said you were thunderstruck, I was cute and it was worth faking the diapers." "I was rambling." "But what did you mean? What was it you were faking?" "Damn! I blew it again didn't I?" "I don't know?" "Would it help if we rewind and forget what I said?" "Can't? It's out. Tell me what you meant by faking it?" "Honestly, I can't. I don't want to lose you. "You can't lose me. Not after what we just did." "Yes I can. If I tell you what I meant, you'll hate me." "No I wouldn't. Seriously, I wouldn't!" "Promise?" "Promise." Chapter Confession "I don't really wear diapers." "I don't understand?" "I don't really wear diapers, never did. I faked the whole thing to get closer to you." "But the accident?" "There was no bike accident, nothing. I set the whole thing up after seeing you which was after I talked with your mom." "But you're wearing a diaper?" "I know and if it's any comfort, I'll keep wearing them to make you happy, but the truth is that tonight was the first time I was in a diaper." "You've got to be kidding me? You went through this whole charade just to what? Get to me?" "I did." "Because you think I'm cute?" "Because you are cute." "So correct me if I'm wrong, but you'd rather not be wearing a diaper, although you will if I need you to?" "Pretty much. "But you told my mom that you knew a girl that wouldn't mind dating a boy that wore diapers?" "That part was true." "So the fib was about you wearing diapers?" "Yes." "And that part about you not objecting to dating a boy that wore diapers? What was that about?" "To be honest, it turned me on." "A boy in diapers? That's a turn on?" "Big time." "So you don't wear them but you're turned on with me wearing them?" "Exactly." "So what happens now?" Chapter Take It Up A Notch "Well, since you're not running out of here screaming, I'll take that as a positive. Meanwhile, I'd like to get out of this diaper and into panties and change your diaper. That is if it's okay?" "So what are you some kind of dominate or what?" "Not sure how to define myself? I mean I like being on top, love the notion of keeping you in diapers and even better, having as much sex as you can tolerate. So, if that's your definition of a dominate then yes, I'm a dominate. "I'm already in diapers which isn't likely to change anytime soon, and I sure as heck don't mind you on top, not if what we just did is an example. I most defiantly like the idea of as much sex as I can tolerate because I think I can tolerate a lot of sex. To be honest I'm not seeing any downside from you being a dominate?" "Does wearing my tee shirt, blouse or those shoes bother you?" "A little but I'm in them right? So it's hard to say they really bother me. Why?" "Because a little touch of the feminine is also a turn on for me." "So your saying that me wearing these things of yours is a turn on?" "That's what I'm saying. You interested in taking it up a notch?" "Are you talking about... you know, real girl clothes?" "Real girl clothes? You're wearing real girl clothes?" "I mean dresses." "Definitely dresses. Actually a particular dress if that's okay." "I guess I can live with a little touch of the feminine. I mean considering what you've just confessed?" "Something like this?" Chapter His Baby Dress "That's one of your dresses?" "Actually, it's one of your dresses." "I'm not following that?" "I wanted your first dress to be special. This was made." "It looks like it belongs on a baby girl?" "Exactly." "What style is that? "It's called a Bishop dress. Most are smocked. Don't know why they call it that, but like I said the most distinctive part is this style dress doesn't have a waist. I liked it because it had a kind of Shirley Temple look to it." "You could have gone all day without telling me that." "You asked." The dress was a Bishop style baby's dress with a slightly flared skirt that joined at the puffy sleeves. It arms length in pink and white. Tiny flowers of pink bedded within tiny bits of green decorated the pink skirt part. A wide two inch ribbon of white lace went around the bottom just above a ruffle that included another strip of lace. That's when Mark noticed it had two layers. "It's got two layers?" "The other layer is actually a slip." When Julie lifted the dress to show Mark the slip it also showed that the lace around the slip obviously matched the lace of the dress. "Ready?" "No," Mark said but holding his arms above his head as Julie brought it over. Like most baby dresses styled in the Bishop style this one fell to just below Mark's diaper. The no waist skirt started where the round collar ended and the puffy sleeves joined the bodice. When he lifted his arm the dress came up with it. It immediately uncovered his diaper. All the edges were trimmed in small ruffles and delicate lace. The fabric shimmered like silk or nylon. "Wait? Are those my panties?" "Duh? You can't run around in a dress like this and not cover your diaper in something pretty? It wouldn't be decent... or cute!" "I hadn't planned on running around in a dress like this?" "Figure of speech." "You're enjoying this too much." "Thank you, I am." The panties had an additional layer of chiffon and clearly too much material to just cover the plastic pants. It was designed to be slightly larger than the baby panty, a little more material to be seen Mark realized. At the back side were four... no five layers of lace and a cute tiny bow set in the middle. Mark stepped into them. "You've got to be kidding?" "Is a bonnet going to be too much?" "Way too much." "Okay if I add it?" "I'm pretty much trapped," Mark said grinning. Mark's bonnet, tied on with a wide satin strip of ribbon went out around his face a good six or seven inches. He didn't know about the wig yet, but the bonnet was designed for the curled blond hair to fall out from the back in ringlets when the time came. Mark wasn't sure where the pacifier came from but when it appeared it clipped to his dress so it dangled from the same color ribbon as the one holding the bonnet on. "I feel like a damn doll?" "You look like one. Mine! And I love playing with my dolls." "Okay, that part I might like. So what now?" "Well, would you like to be my Nurse and Wet doll?" "I guess so. The nursing part for sure." Julie walked to the closet, slid the door open and bent to pick up what was obviously a diaper bag. It was large, pink and there was a capped baby bottle stuffed in the end pocket as she lifted it. "I thought you meant breast?" "Think of a baby's bottle as a breast simulator." "Funny." That wasn't all Mark noticed because on the shelf was a Styrofoam head with a blond wig fashioned in ringlets. Maybe not too unusual for a girl to have except this one was covered in another bonnet like the one Mark was wearing and it matched a very short dress hanging below it. "Is that other stuff for me?" "No, don't be silly, that stuffs for Shay." "Who's Shay?" "She's my dress up doll?" "Oh I see? So where is this Shay?" "She's not out yet." "When does she come out?" "It depends?" "On what?" "She's waiting for her turn. It more or less depends on how long my Nurse and Wet doll takes to get off nursing her breast simulator or put another way her baby bottle?" Julie had sat the diaper bag down and pulled the baby bottle from where it sat. It was full of juice as she removed the protective cap. From inside the bag she removed a small towel and with both in hand went to the bed to sit. Mark was shaking his head at the actions, but within his diaper he had no doubt as he moved to the bed. "So what does a Shay doll do?" Mark asked moving to the bed. "I'll explain some of that while you suck on your bottle precious." Mark laid down in Julie's lap and took the nipple Julie pressed against his lips. Juice trickled down his throat as he began to hum an old tune by Sam Cooke, the father of soul "Cupid draw back your bow And let your arrow go Straight to my lover's heart..." Julie began gently caressing his nylon panties over the baby pants and his singing stopped.