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Breaking And Entering By Mary Beth Sanford Copyright © 2020 Mary Beth Sanford All rights reserved. This story 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 Draft 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. There may also be sex between consenting partners over the age of 18 which may include sexual fetish elements and role- playing. Dedicated to Justice and the American Way Characters Created For This Story Matt Hilliard Helen Rockford Debbie Rockford Darla Rockford Chapters: Introduction Caught Dead To Rights Naked As A Jay Bird Night Things Something Pretty Baby Album Sentenced To Soft Labor You're Free To Go Knock, Knock Chapter Introduction Matt gently slid his knife into the narrow gap between the sash and window framing. There was enough space for it to easily slipped the lock that held them tightly together. He had to muscle the old window up a little with both hands to leverage it high enough without making too much noise but he did it. From there all he had to do was spend a couple of minutes moving things sideways off the top shelf so he could enter. It was time was well spent and a few seconds later he landed feet first onto the basement floor. The light startled him as he went into a crouch, and he moved fast to find a spot to hide in. "Don't tell me I'm hearing things damn it. It was the light on the alarm," a woman's voice said as more than one started down the stairs. "Really? No one? Look! Then that no one opened that damn window? Darla, you stay right here and guard the stars. Debbie, you go in front of the window. Whoever did that is still in here and I'm going to get a piece of them." Matt swore under his breath. He hadn't made that much noise. Then he saw the alarm at the top of the window. He was dead in the water. He also realized then that he had no choice. If he turned himself in right now it would be trespassing without burglary because he hadn't taken anything. When the police came he'd say he entered to stay warm which would muddy the felony charge of burglary. Or at least that's what he believed. "Please, don't shoot, I'm coming out," Matt yelled. Chapter Caught Dead To Rights "You bet your ass you're coming out," the woman yelled. "Get down on the ground, face down, and spread out. What the hell? You're just a kid! How old are you?" "Eighteen," Matt confessed. "Eighteen my ass, you don't look older than ten. Give me your wallet," the woman said. Matt reached behind with his left hand and tugged his wallet free and handed it up to the largest woman he'd ever seen, but the two girls now standing on either side of her were easily close runner ups. "What the hell is this?" "It's a state Identification. They give it to you in Foster care." "You got a license or something that's real?" "Too small to drive. That's it, take it or leave it." "Hey smart mouth, you want one across your face, keep up the attitude. So you are an adult? You just had a birthday besides. Boy, I can't imagine the likes of you in an adult jail? How tall are you?" "Four foot two," Matt said blushing in spite of being afraid. "Go on, get up," the woman said. "And you stink. They got bathtubs or showers where you're staying?" "They did." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Got aged out. I'm eighteen. I'm no longer eligible for foster care. The place I'm staying at now doesn't have showers or tubs. Doesn't have water." "Where's the hells that?" "Alleyway behind Main Street." "And you came all this way to rob us?" "I'm dialing 911 mama," one of the girls said. "No, don't! Wait," the woman said. "Let's think about this for a second? Besides, all the damn police are going to do is slap his damn hands and turn him lose." "What do you want to do with him then mama?" the other girl said. "Look at him? How about a bath first then a good hard spanking? He looks like he's nine. How old were you when you were that tall?" "I don't remember?" "Come on Debbie, yes you do! Look where he hits on my apron," the woman said. "Four, maybe five?" "Exactly. You don't remember this, but those bastards wouldn't let you go into Kindergarten for fear you'd hurt the other kids for heaven's sake!" "I remember," Debbie said. "And you, Darla, you were still..." "What mama? I was what? What were you going to say? What's wrong mama?" "Nothing's wrong honey, I just had a thought is all? Anyway, I was going to say that you were still wetting the bed honey," the woman said. "That's right, she was," Debbie said. "I remember. God mamma she got so mad at you," the girl called Debbie said. "Couldn't be helped. She was wetting the bed," the woman said. "Wasn't my fault. Doctor said it was my bladder remember? Besides, you could have made me lay on top of a pad or something. You were just being mean," the girl Darla said. "The hell I was Darla and you know it. I wasn't going to be washing sheets and blankets every day just so you didn't get your feelings hurt," the woman said. "And now aren't you glad we kept all that stuff?" "Why am I glad?" "Look at him?" "Look at him for what? I don't understand mama?" "For me what?" Matt asked. "You be quiet or I'll gag you," the woman said turning angrily back to Matt. "Aren't you supposed to be calling the cops?" Matt said nervously. "I told you to be quiet and I'm not going to tell you again," the woman said. "Darla, you go find that box with your night time things in it. Debbie, you go find the boxes that I marked four and five. They are going to be some of the furthest boxes on the shelves." "Do you even have anything from back then?" "Tons of stuff. One of these days I'll make patterns from those clothes like I did the other years. IF I remember there are at least a half dozen dresses, some daytime stuff and some damn cute night things. There are mothers out there that love the frills as much as I do." "Yes mama," Darla said moving off to the back of the large spacious basement. "Okay mama," Debbie said following the other one. Matt watched them both walk off. Chapter Naked As A Jay Bird "Turn around and go up the stairs." Matt walked carefully past the large woman commanding him and moved for the stairs. If he could get a one to two foot lead he was thinking he could dart for a front or back door and make it to the outside. He knew for a fact he was faster than this giant now following him. Matt led Helen up the steps that led them into the kitchen. "Stop." Matt stopped. Right by the door was the small red light. Clearly it was the one that had given him away. It was still beeping until she pushed on the small black button next to it. One of the girls, Debbie Matt thinks, had already closed the window. As the woman pressed the button the light turned green. He cursed his luck silently. "Go on, up those stairs and turn to the first door on your right." "For what?" "A bath silly. You stink." Matt went up the steps and turned into the large spacious bathroom. There was only one way in or out and she was blocking it. He had moved all the way into the large room with the tub agaist the wall. To his right was a shower and cabinets. To his left the sink, a large mirror and more cabinets. Between the cabinets and tub was a toilet. The woman opened a long cabinet next to the shower and took out two large towels. She motioned for him to sit on the closed toilet and turned the water on. On the counter were several Onate bottles of bath beads arranged on a mirrored countertop organizer. She picked up a lavender colored bottle, opened it and sprinkled beads into the flowing water. The smell of baby powder started mixing with the steam that was rising. "Take your clothes off," the woman said. "What?" "I said take your clothes off. It won't hurt as much if you do it." "What the hell are you talking about?" "You heard me. You broke into our house. I'm going to punish you. Now take off your clothes. I'm not going to ask you again." "You have to call the cops," Matt said. Matt stood four foot two and on any given day was seventy pounds if he ate regularly. Recently he hadn't been eating regularly. For a while now he'd been eating maybe once a day, most times of late even that wasn't true. He was closer to sixty pounds at the moment and his defiance at the moment while admirable was silly at best. She took a step forward looming over him. The woman was close to three hundred pounds and that weight wasn't a lot of fat. She stood nearly six foot six. Hell, the two girls were at nearly six feet themselves. Matt did not have a lot of confidence. "Wait? What are you doing?" "You going to strip?" "Why am I taking my clothes off? "Okay, have it your way. I told you, you stink and that's all I'm going to say on the subject!" Matt had stood in defiance. He'd been better off still sitting. She swept an arm around him so his back was against her chest and his feet were nearly two feet off the floor. When she picked him up she'd done so pinning both his arms to his side. She used her free hand to pull his shoes off. His socks followed. He wore jeans and those too came off once she undid his belt. She tugged his shorts down with his jeans. She'd been baking so she was wearing a large apron. When he was naked from the waist down she jostled him so he was suddenly cradled in her massive right arm feet dangling slightly. She shifted him so his naked bottom was now resting on her elbow as if she might be ready to put him over her shoulder. Instead she literally cupped his testicles with her left hand. He jumped. "Ow!" "Take your jacket and shirt off or I squeeze harder." Matt used both arms and undid his jacket and wiggled it off in her arm. He lifted his tee-shirt off next dropping it down where his jacket had fallen. He was naked. She released his genitals and then let him stand. He began to shiver as she began picking up his clothes. "Go on, get in the tub." "It's hot!" "You'll get used to it. Now sit." Matt sat and she tossed him an oval bar of soap and wash cloth. "Scrub!" Matt washed himself under her direction as she sat on the closed toilet. He didn't miss a spot and in spite of his humiliation it was nice to have a hot bath again. He hadn't been in a tub in weeks. His last contact with water was near the end of Summer when he could still go swimming at the park and use the shower to rinse but it was warming then. Only downside was him smelling like a baby although it was better than the poop he'd been smelling for the last couple of months. She gave him a lavender bottle of shampoo and that too smelled like baby powder. He had to use the shampoo twice before she was satisfied. "All right, out." "He stepped out and dried his hair then his body with two different towels. She spryed his hair with something when the brush wouldn't go through and brushed his hair straight using a second towel that she wrapped it in like she'd do with a girl. She used the towel he'd dried with to use around his waist. "Go." "Go where?" "Back down stairs." "I need my clothes." "They need to be washed. They should be burned. Now go!" Chapter Night Things "I'm cold," Matt said reaching the basement again. "Go stand by the furnace. There, where we found you the first time." Helen moved to where the girls were as Matt moved towards the furnace. He was watching them intently. First because he had no clothes on and there didn't appear to be any clothes nearby for him to wear. The other issue nagging at him was the earlier discussion about night things and clothing from years past. Their clothing? "Found my night things mama," Debbie said putting the large box down. "Go help your sister with the other stuff," Helen said moving to the box as she tossed a large piece of cardboard on the floor. "Come over here and lay on that, backside down." "For what?" "Honey, if you open your mouth one more time, I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you. Now get down on that cardboard and lay on your back." He saw then what she was planning as the woman brought a chair over and sat it next to the box. It wasn't so much that he recognizing the diaper which was obvious but seeing those baby pants. He knew instantly what the woman intended and there was no way in hell he was going to let her diaper him. Not now, now ever! "You're not putting those on me!" The woman draped the baby pants back with the diaper and got up from the chair, moved to Matt, grabbed an arm and lifted him like he had no weight, so he was on his tip toes. She simply turned and he followed trying to keep up. She was half dragging him to the chair. She sat ripping the towel way but with her free hand laid the diaper on her lap before forcing Matt over it face down. The first slap made him gasp and tighten his bottom cheeks in a painful grunt. The next one was in the same spot and against the tightened skin it hurt even worse. Her hand was massive and covered both sides. "Damn! What the hell?" Another slip hit his cheeks... "Jesus! Lady, you've got to stop!" Another came down, hard... "Shit! Oh, God. Stop!" He tried getting his hands back there but her arm was in the way and another came down. "No! What the hell. Stop it! Ow!" Another hit him! "Please! Ow! Please! Please, you've got to stop! You're hurting me!" He braced for another. Desperate for it to stop. "Okay, okay, stop! You win! Please! Stop! No more! I'll wear the diapers! Did you hear me? I said I'll wear whatever you want? You can diaper me! Okay. Jesus. Stop!" Matt wasn't sure how many times she had hit him? Five? Six? Ten was the rough count. He would have worn the diapers at five, he was already begging at five. He had never felt stinging like that. His bottom was on fire and still was as he rose and ran his hands over his cheeks. He felt the warm tears fall down his face. "Good then, now go lay on your back and not another word." Matt stood the instant he could and turned for the cardboard not bothering for the towel. He went down on his back naked. He was in pain still. His bottom throbbed as he moved to lay the cold cardboard. The woman was stark raving mad, but Matt also realized she wasn't messing around. She said something she meant it and until he could find a way out of there he had no choice but to do as she said. He knelt and went down, then rolling over onto this back. Helen lifted the soiled diaper off her lap. The boy hadn't pissed all the way through the thick absorbent fabric but he had wet himself. She knew she'd only have to give him a spanking once. She folded the wet diaper and tossed it next to the box and started bending into the box for another. If memory served there was fourteen diapers. Thirteen clean diapers now with fourteen soakers still, and four pair of pull on plastic panties and three pair of snap on plastic panties. She was going to put him into the pull on baby pants because he'd be wearing ruffles under a dress and she didn't want the snap on buttons showing under the panties. She came back out of the box with a diaper and soaker. Matt watched in agony still but the coldness from the concrete soaking through the cardboard was actually a relief as the woman lifted a large white cotton rectangle diaper and another from the box. That second one was more narrow which joined the first, then a white pair of plastic pants. The woman held all three items in one hand as she fished for something else, then came back with a jar full of diaper pins. "Found all four boxes mama," Darla said coming back over to stand next to Helen and the baby box. "There next to the sorting table." "Go ahead and separate the clothes then. I want to go through the slips and dresses. Did we pack shoes? Can't remember? Seems to me I wanted to keep the shoes for some reason? Anyway, check while I diaper him." "Yes mama," Darla said walking off. "Why are you doing this?" Matt said. Helen knelt next to Matt and folded the diaper alongside. He had watched her fold the diaper into thirds before laying the narrow one down the middle and didn't hesitate to lift himself when she wanted to slid it under him. He spread his legs as wide as he could when the time came. There was no hint of hesitation this time. The only good thing was how wonderful the soft cotton felt against his bottom. "Why am I doing this? You're kidding right? You broke into my house. I judged you guilty of breaking and entering. I sentenced you to 90 days soft labor. You're going to do that time here in my house for me and my girls. That's what soft labor means. I'm getting justice that's why I'm doing this. You need to wear something and this is a girl's house! Anyway, you'll be in diapers and little girl clothes the whole time you're here to discourage you from running away. "During the day you'll do chores. At night you'll be restrained. I'm going to make you mittens to wear at night and restraints for bed. You'll be fed three meals a day. If you're a good little sissy boy, you'll get one day reduced for every good day you have so you could be released in 45 days. I'll count today as a good day because you're in training. Now hold still so I don't stick you!" "You know you can't do this, it's illegal?" "Really," Helen said. "This coming from a young lawyer that pried open my window with a knife to climb into my home intent on robbing me blind?" "I wasn't going to rob you. I was cold. I just wanted to get warm." "So you say," Helen said. "Well, these nice thick diapers should help with that and in a few more minutes you'll be in a pretty little dress and slip and once you're upstairs you'll be as snug as a bug in a rug. So, if it's warm you want then it's warm you'll get. I'm going to feed you and list out your chores which you'll start today. Like I said sweetheart, cooperate and you can start marking the days to your release. Don't cooperate and you'll simply be a cute little doll for my daughters to play with. They're sorting through your doll clothes as we speak, now hold up your legs for your baby pants." "I'll do what you say, but you realize this is kidnapping right?" "Sweetheart, I didn't take you, you broke in. I captured you. Actually honey, in the eyes of the law it would most likely be considered unlawful restraint. That's when someone like me, deprives someone like you from leaving. In this case I am knowingly and intentionally restraining you using physical force without you consent." "Damn right and without legal justification to do this! You're not a police force or judge or jail." "That's exactly right my love. Moreover, I will be restraining you using sweet, adorably cute baby diapers, baby pants and pretty little girlish dresses over very lovable ruffled panties and slips. That's how the complaint will read. And just so you know, I have legal justification for what is called reasonable force. This is reasonable force baby doll." "Do you seriously believe a policeman is going to believe this is reasonable force?" "Honestly? I think a policemen, when he sees you, is going to laugh himself sick and put you in cuffs, then happily march you right straight into jail looking exactly the way you look right now. In fact I don't think they will bat an eye over this that's what I think. Seriously do you think they would be mad when they saw you like this?" "They might." "Not a chance honey. Not even close. Anyway, while your mulling that one over think about this as well. What if I told them when they come knocking on my door that you've been a regular visitor here? You come here all the time to visit my girls. You love coming here and have been dressing up as a little baby girl and little girl for them for... oh gosh, since forever... You just love being their little dolly! You just love wearing diapers and dressing like a little girl! Now how would that play out in court? I mean if it even went to court? Come on precious, do the time for the crime and then go on your merry way and maybe find something better to do than break into houses." Chapter Something Pretty The diaper was sewn so there was four layers of Birdseye cotton laid flat into rectangle sheets to form a twenty four by twenty four inch square. Down the center was a neatly edged soaker section eight inches wide the full length of the diaper adding an additional four layers of Birdseye cotton. In that configuration it was called a 4-8-4 or four layers to eight layers to four layers. When Helen folded it into thirds so the left edge and right edge went over the center, before she slid it under Matt, his bottom was sitting on 16 layers of Birdseye cotton. Actually it would have been had it not had the soaker. The eight inch wide soaker added another 8 layers of cotton to the 16 which put 24 layers between Matt's legs when she pulled it all between them. Matt was feeling every one of those layers between his thighs as he was forced to walk towards the two girls now sorting clothes on a large folding table. He could feel the mass moving to and fro, up and down even while it tried shifting with each step. What made it worse, besides the crinkling scrunching sounds he was making there was that massive silken rub from his baby pants against his thighs reminding him of what he was wearing. "Oh my God, they fit," Darla said watching the panties get put in place. "Of course they fit," Helen said. "Which means everything else here should fit." "Mama, you kept three pair of shoes," Debbie said handing her mother the left shoe of the Mary Jane set. Helen had vowed that her girls, in spite of their size, would be little girls no matter what. The shoes, two pair each had cost her three hundred dollars a pair. It had been worth every penny to see their faces. "Put your foot into that." "I'm not..." Matt was going to tell Helen he wasn't going to wear any of that stuff but as soon as he started to say it Helen looked at him. The instant she looked at him he piddled a little. That last spanking came back to him instantly and he immediately slipped his left foot into the Mary Jane shoe. He slid his foot forward and it left a quarter inch gap at the back. "Go get a box of tissue for his shoes, and grab the baby powder in the bathroom so I can sprinkle a little down his butt," Helen said. "Now then where are those fancy pants?" "Here mama," Debbie said as Darla ran for the stairs. "And Darla, grab a hair brush!" "Okay mama." "There we go! Let's go with pink for your first dress - as if," Helen said picking up the ruffles panties she had so lovingly sewn back in the day. "God I forgot how cute all this stuff was." "Why am I wearing these? I didn't say I wouldn't wear them okay! I'm just asking why I'm wearing them?" "Because these go with your dress." Matt took the pair of ruffled nylon panties and turned them so the ruffles were at the back and stepped into them as both women watched. Helen smirked, the girl Debbie looked on with a kind of appreciative smile on her face. "This next," Helen said taking up a very full little girl's slip that she fluffed before slipping a hand under the skirts to meet the one holding it at the neck. It was a bouffant style slip with a nylon bodice that would sit on Matt's shoulders with wide straps edges in a ruffled small soft ruffled chiffon. The skirts were tiered in three layers with each layer joined by that same style ruffle with the hem a gathering of ruffled chiffon. Under the slip of chiffon was a skirt of taffeta sandwiching a gathered layer of fine white tulle for additional fullness. Matt knew he took on the look of a little bell the instant the slip fell over him. He also felt the despondent loss of his masculinity when Debbie put her hands over her mouth and made that sigh girls make over cute things. He was suddenly a cute thing if that look was any indication and it was because it was on Helen's face as well. Then the rustling started as the slip slid down and kept up as Helen fussed with the layers over his ruffled panties and budging diapers. "Boy did you pick the wrong house," he mused as he bent his head down and feel heartsick over the tiny pink bow just below his neck. He was being covered in sugar and spice and everything nice he realized as Darla came bounding down the stairs. She handed her mother the baby powder and both she and Debbie took a tissue each for his Mary Jane shoes. "Use two and shove them into the toes and find him a pair of lacy socks," Helen said turning to Matt. "And you, lift your slips up at the back." Matt did as he was told and when he did he felt Helen tug at his ruffled panties, baby pants and diapers before he felt the sudden coolness of the baby powder hitting the fold of his bottom. Helen smacked his bottom over the diaper and there was a cloud of dust and instant smell of baby. She went over and got the chair, sat and started powdering his legs by shaking it onto her hand then rubbing his legs. "Now let's find you a dress." Matt was holding the edges of the slip in each hand as she powdered his legs. He was small enough that the slip's edges hung just where his hands landed when he hung them at his sides. It was humiliating knowing what he was wearing but he couldn't ignore how it felt either. He'd felt it a couple of times before but always on a girl. That silky feeling before they pulled their panties off or if they'd been wearing a slip or the soft silky side of a bra. Now he was wearing those fabrics. Debbie came over and he lifted a foot putting his hand on her shoulder. The shoe with tissue in it fit perfectly. She closed the strap. He couldn't see the sock she had eased over his foot before the shoe but he was sure he wouldn't like it. Debbie did the other shoe, same fit. She stood and Both her and Darla got to witness the dress their mother had chosen. Matt almost decided to risk another spanking to say no. It glimmered almost lustrous like it was made of glass. He'd seen satin and nylon and silk but this was something else. You could see through it to the next layer but it glistened in the light like it was wet. Some kind of sparkle silk that glittered when it moved and it was moving right for him. A soft pastel pink and it did match the panties ruffles. or at least the ruffles of the panties matched the ruffles of the dress. There was just too much prissy to even comprehend such a dress. "Oh I so loved that dress," Darla said. "I'm so glad you did, it made me gag," Debbie said. "I felt so damn delicate like I was going to break if I moved in it." Matt was listening to the two girls discuss the dress that Helen was getting ready to put him into. He wanted to scream NO but held his tongue. He didn't want another spanking and it was too late to protest now. He was so far past it that he just let his shoulders slump and closed his eyes. Trouble was the dress was in his mind as the glistening sheers began making their own rustles as it came over his head. "He's so cute," Darla said as Helen fluffed the dress over the slip. As near as Matt could tell he was in a dress and slip that stopped just at his the end of his panties. That meant that the ruffles that spread across the bottom showed if he bent but then who the hell cared since it was just these women. They wanted those ruffles to show. They wanted him in something pretty. "Where are the bows that went with this dress? They should be in a bag?" Debbie found them on the table as Helen started brushing Matt's long hair. She had Debbie tied the sash into a bow as Darla held the two bows till she finished brushing Matt's hair. He was every bit the little girl that he looked like with his said baby blue eyes slightly watery from the humiliating spanking. Helen wanted desperately to comfort him and tell him it was going to be okay. Helen wasn't going to keep him ninety days, not a week even. She was going to keep him over night, maybe through the weekend at most. She did want to scare him straight that was for sure. She was intent on humiliating him as much as she could manage. That part she was committed to. Then she got the idea of taking pictures and she nearly lost it laughing as she clipped the two hair bows into his own hair. He really did make a cute girl. Chapter Baby Album "Debbie, grab that pinafore and bring it up and get one of the baby doll sets for him to sleep in. Darla, go ahead and find one of your robes from back then. Not sure if we even packed them away," Helen said turning Matt back around after she closed the dress and tied the sash. "Come on baby girl let's go start your album." "In there," Helen said nodding towards the living room. Matt moved through the kitchen and into the living room as Helen moved past. She went to a nice looking vintage roll up desk and picked up a small camera. "Sit there in the chair, bring your legs together, hands in your lap and smile pretty." Matt did as he was told and the flash went off. She had him stand, bend a little so his bottom ruffles showed. He stood straight, sideways, laid on the floor on his stomach reading a book with his legs bent up, sat on the floor reading a book and then tried doing curtsies. The girls had come up half way through his poses. Debbie found an empty album and Darla was printing images from a lap top as Helen transferred them by swapping out the memory chips each time. They were coming out 5x7 in color and Debbie was using a sliding cutter to trim them for the album. He held his dress up for the slips, his dress and slips up for the diapers and then finally they started taking pictures of him with them. Helen started by lifting him in her arms like someone holding a baby. He sat in her lap. She cooed him fluffing his dress and slips as Debbie took the pictures. She lifted his dress to show off his diapers and then let him stand again but she held his hand like she might a child. Darla ran up the stairs and came running back with a stuffed doll that Matt held for a couple of pictures. The girls also got their pictures with him standing with each alone holding his hand and then one of him in the middle of both. He wasn't sure how many pictures they took but it had to be nearly two dozen by the time it ended and when it did end they sat in the kitchen with him wearing the white cotton pinafore over his dress. They took pictures of him making a bowl of pudding. "There, now you've got all the evidence you'll need to prove we unlawfully restrained you," Helen said. "What?" "When you leave here, you have take that album with you and show it to the police. It's the proof you need that you were held against your will." Matt was looking at the pictures Helen was flipping through as he sat there. Starting with the cutest of him laying on his stomach with the camera behind, his legs bent up and him coloring in a children's book with crayons. The dress too short to hide the ruffled panties and him obviously in diapers. All the evidence the police needed, but for what Matt mused. Helen slid the album aside and was holding a pencil over a tablet with a calendar next to it. "Now then, let's discuss your sentence!" Chapter Sentenced To Soft Labor "I'll be right back," Helen said leaving the kitchen. She went up the stairs and into her room closing the door behind her. She dialed her friend Arial. She was an expert in matters of state. "Arial? Tell me about foster care and kids aging out," Helen said. "Got one that's full of poop, snot and no prospects." "Eighteen?" "Yes! Turned eighteen about four months ago which looks like the last time he had a bath, hair cut and meal." "Well, for most kids in America turning 18 is a time to celebrate their newfound independence. For foster kids it's getting tossed out onto the streets. Instead of going off to college or jobs, you get aged out and a black garbage bag for your clothes, which means the system no longer supports you. In essence, you're homeless and by the way, you don't have a nice little savings account and you're too old and it's too late to be adopted. About one in four go bad, another two hit the streets and the rest live in poverty. That means drugs and crime. You talking boy or girl?" "Boy." "Any tattoos yet?" "None that I can see. Why?" "Gangs. He on drugs? "Doesn't look like it." "You'll know that in a day or two. Hungry or starving?" "Hungry I'm guessing. Stinks pretty bad or did. Clothes are a mess. He's definitely on the streets. Small. Tiny actually." "If he's undersize that could be why he's not working. Companies have to comply with ADA. That's our disabilities act for handicaps or special needs, but they don't have to hire. Not if they can get away with not hiring." "So how did you meet him?" "He broke into the house tonight." "You call the police?" "Not yet. Trying to figure out what to do with him." "Oh oh. Another bleeding heart liberal." "I know." "You got him restrained? What's he doing?" "Girl's are watching him. I'm in my room talking to you. Wanted to know more about this aging out thing." "What are you thinking?" "Model, helper. Third child? Hell, I don't know. I've got him in the girl's clothes from when they were four and five, believe it or not." "Wait? You WHAT? You dressed him like a little girl?" "I did and it's worse. He's diapered as well! Hey, had to put him into something after his bath, and he needed punishment. Seemed like the right thing to do. Anyway, he's about to be fed. I told him I found him guilty and had sentenced him to soft labor for 90 days. Wanted to scare him. Was planning on cutting him lose tomorrow or Monday. Thinking now I could use him to help me with the little girl stuff for EBay." "You're kidding right? Kidnapping and torturing the kid by dressing him like a baby girl then asking him to come work for you is not the best way to recruit a new employee." "Didn't kidnap nor torture the kid and he's not a kid by the way. It's all I had and like I said, he needed punishment. Besides I think I can win him over." "Okay, winning him over by dressing him as a baby girl is not what I'd say is the best possible course of action? "I'm not so sure? He's wearing all of it now. Room, board, meals, food? Not a perfect life, but a life and he could start college if he wanted. Hell, I'm doing pretty good with the business and with what the girls are making we could use the help." "You're a strange woman Helen," Arial said. "I know but it helps hearing it sometimes. Thank you. I've got to go." As Helen walked past the bathroom she removed Matt's clothes from the washer and put them into the dryer and moved the timer for 45 minutes. She came back into the kitchen and started making sandwiches. Matt's stomach growled as it contorted and began producing acid in a subconscious hope of being fed something. Helen filled the remainder of Matt's plate with chips as she put it down in front of him. Matt almost cried with joy at the mound of food in front of him. He took up the baloney and cheese sandwich and stuffed his face. He hadn't swallowed yet but was stuffing chips in his mouth and was still chewing when he took a swig of milk. It went like that, sandwich, chips and milk till all of it was gone. Two chocolate chip cookies followed. Helen looked at the clock, then at Matt. "You full?" "Yes ma'am. Thank you." "Come on." Matt got up and followed her up the steps to the bathroom. She stood aside and Matt went in first. Helen left for a moment then returned holding his clothes and shoes. She put the shoes on the toilet seat and then started folding his clothes piece by piece on the large bathroom counter. With that done she made Matt turn around so his back was facing her. Matt felt the button of the dress coming undone. She finished the buttons then undid the bow on the sash before she unclipped the hair bows. Bow were laid on the counter next to his clothes. She gently lifted the dress off and handed it to him before she lifted the slip up and off taking both the slip and dress out of the bathroom. "Give me the panties and baby pants then undo one of the diaper pins and step out of the diaper," Helen said coming back into the bathroom. Matt stepped out of the ruffled panties, then the baby pants and as she had asked he undid the diaper pin allowing the diaper to fall loosely to his ankles. He stepped free of those and she handed him his shorts. He kept looking at her as if waiting for the punch line or shoe to drop. He wasn't sure what was going on but he wasn't going to complain. He stepped into his jeans then pulled his tee shirt on and followed that up with his sock, shoes and jacket. It was wonderful having everything back smelling so clean and fresh. Helen handed Matt his wallet. Chapter You're Free To Go "Now then, you've got one of two choices: You can either walk out of here or you can stay and work for me." "What?" "I'm offering you a job. I'll pay you $15.00 an hour for 40 hours a week sewing but since you don't know how to sew yet you'll do modeling work for me while you train over the next 90 days. I'll rent a room to you for $125 dollars a week or $500 a month which will include utilities and food. You'll take meals with us and snacks as you like. You'll share chores with the girls. Your apprenticeship starts today and ends April 6. You'll make $2,400 a month, less that room and board. You spend the money the way you chose." "What the hell? First you beat me then you dress me like a baby girl and now you want me to work for you? Okay, I'll bite? What would I be modeling in the mean time?" "What you just took off. I'm going to produce a new catalog that has to release by June which means we have to have stock up starting in April to have it ready for June's release. That means one of a kind samples between now and the end of January to be photographed for the album. It would be pretty much what you've already done with the pictures I made you take as punishment." "That's not going to happen. Not on a good day." "Fair enough," Helen said. "If you change your mind the offer is open. In the meantime you're free to go. Meanwhile, I'd also suggest you find another occupation other than breaking and entering." "The hell with you," Matt said turning for the door. "So I can leave?" "You're free to go." "What's to stop me from going to the police?" "Nothing? Do you want those pictures? If you like, I'll keep everything out that you wore for evidence if that's also what you want? If you go now you can have them bring you back tonight." "I don't want the pictures. Will you admit that you spanked me?" "I will if you admit that you broke into my house!" "I told you I was cold." "And I told you the diapers and dress would keep you warm besides being punishment. And I know you were aged out of Foster Care and had nowhere else to go. I'm also guessing when you leave here you have no job or prospects of getting one because of your size. I do know that I suddenly have a nearly perfect model for those little girl clothes too big for the regular clothes which is how I came to this idea? I also know you could learn to sew and master a pretty good profession and on top of that end up making a fairly decent wage. You could also end up having a home and a pretty good income. We might even make enough this year to start earning a percentage on sales next year. That's what I know." "I'm not a girl or a damn baby," Matt said. "Didn't say you were but you're small enough to wear the clothes which makes you perfect because you're 18 and not likely to outgrow the clothes were going to be making." "So what sort of chores would I have to do around the house?" "Like the girls do, and it would be dishes, dusting, running the vacuum, yard work, windows, floors, cleaning toilets, tubs, even ironing. Meanwhile you're training and when you get good enough you start sewing. Maybe even cooking but we'd have to give that the taste test because the cook doesn't have to clean most times and so far it's just me and Debbie." "Do you guys keep a list or something?" "We can, we should! We will." "How would I get paid?" "Monthly when the checks come in. We all get paid at the same time. You'd get paid the same as us." "And no more spankings." "Not unless you make me mad." "That's not likely to happen any time soon." "That would be a good thing," Helen said. "So I'm free to go?" "You can walk out of here right now." Matt turned for the door, looked back at Helen and walked. The girls were still in the kitchen when they heard the front door slam shut. They both ran from the kitchen as their mother was coming down the stairs. "Did he get out?" "Oh my God was he dressed?" "Yes, he got out and no, he wasn't dressed," Helen said. "I let him change back into his clothes." "Debbie, go empty the left side of the closet. Darla, you go clean out the two top dresser drawers. Put everything in a couple of boxes for now and take them to the basement." "For what?" Debbie asked. "For Matt." "Mom, he just left," Darla said looking at Debbie then back at her mother. "He's thinking about the offer. It's a tough choice for a boy. I told him to think about it." Both girls looked at each other, but did as they were told. Darla went into the kitchen and back down into the basement to grab a couple of boxes. She came back and went up the steps and began cleaning out the two dresser drawers. Debbie was sorting the closet by clothes, lifting them out and laying them on the bed. They had been using the spare room closet for their dresses. She carried her dresses to her room, Darla's dresses into Darla's room and the few that her mother stored there into her mom's room. Helen, Debbie and Darla spent an hour bringing all the clothes that were in the four boxes up and putting them back on hangers in the closet. Slips to the right, dresses to the left. Shoes below. Camisoles, ruffles panties, nightgowns and some cute baby dolls sets that she had created for both girls went into the two top drawers alongside several pair of lacy socks. The diapers and baby pants went on a shelf in the closet. On the nightstand went the diaper pins, baby lotion and powder. "Did he say when he was coming back?" Darla asked. "No, but I suspect when it starts getting dark," Helen noted as she and the girls made their way to the kitchen. Helen was in the kitchen when the knock came. Chapter Knock, Knock "It's Matt mom," Darla yelled. "Can he come in?" "Of course silly, let him in," Helen said. "Sit," Helen commanded. "Girls, give us a few minutes!" Darla and Debbie left the kitchen. "So why are you back?" Helen asked. "I had some questions I guess." "Ask." "When do I have to actually dress as a girl?" "When you're modeling obviously. Later when you're learning how to sew you'll be wearing your own clothes. There is no better teacher than trying on the things you make. Seriously, you'll learn a lot about mistakes when the subtle tug of a slip's strap that's been sewn slightly off tugs at you the wrong way." "What about makeup and such?" "You don't have to wear makeup or ribbons in your hair or things like that except when you're modeling and then you're going to look as much like a girl as you can." "What about those diapers?" "What about them?" "Do I have to wear those?" "Of course. Those are clothes." "So how much is it an hour?" "I said I'd pay you $15.00 an hour for 40 hours a week. Tomorrow we start taking pictures of the dresses and see which of them fit you best. We'll do that in the morning after chores. It's Debbie's turn to make breakfast. You and Darla can clean up before we start work. We all do chores before we go down to the basement. That's our workshop. You'll go down and I'll show you what we've got. You'll start training over the next 90 days. I'll pro rate your rent a week this month. You in?" "I don't have all night?" "Who else you got to wear your damn dresses?" "Hey, we don't swear in this house. That's a good way to get your mouth soaped." "Sorry. Anyway, who else you got?" "Are you kidding? Now that you've given me the idea all I've got to do is place an ad. You telling me there isn't a guy out there that wouldn't be willing to do this for the same offer? And what else you got that you'd turn this down? Besides, you're cute as a button and I've seen your butt!" Matt smiled at that. "Tell you what, I'll toss in a half months pay so you can shop for some damn clothes tomorrow. We can do that first thing right after breakfast. Give you a few things to wear when you're not in your dresses." "I can do that." "So is that a yes?" "It's a yes." "Outstanding honey. Now come on and let's go get you into something for bed and then you can help Darla set the table for dinner. I've got fresh strawberries and short cake for desert." "What do you mean get into something for bed?" "You don't have anything to sleep in?" "Okay?" "So let's go find you something! I had the girls bring all the boxes of their old things to your room." Helen extended her hand. It was a gamble what she was doing but she smiled and kept her hand extended. Matt stood there. The whole time he'd been walking he couldn't get what had happened out of his mind. He couldn't get her offer out of his mind. To be dressed like that had shocked him and when she diapered him he had almost fainted. To spend months like that was inconceivable, all of it unbelievable. Now this? All he had to do was take her hand. If he did he went with her and came back for dinner in something girlish. If he didn't he ate in his own clothes. He took her hand and his heart skipped a beat. Helen's heart fluttered as well. "Debbie, start dinner. I'm going to help Matt find something to wear." Hugs Mary Beth Coming soon.... Breaking and Entering - Expanded Helen had no intention of selling little girl clothes for boys on EBay the night Matt broke in and she suddenly had a model. When the lavender sparkle dress went crazy with Matt posing in it she knew she had a winner in both. Bidding went to five times the next highest bid she'd ever sold and she was sure it was Matt's doing. Even ignoring her own eyes it was the emails. When those emails started coming in asking about matching ruffles panties or did she also make the diapers he wore she had to admit it was him. She carried the copies to Matt and had him stop sewing to read them. Darla and Debbie stopped what they were doing to read them as well. "Wow, congratulations Cinderella," Debbie said bending down to nibble on his ear. "Hey, I saw that," Darla said using an elbow to force Debbie away. "Just in case it's slipped your mind, it's my night!" Darla was right as Matt laughed and It was going to be another long night.