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Hotel California By Mary Beth Sanford Synopsis A young man forced by the mob that destroyed his family to build and code their computers, simply ups and quits. Even worse he was seen leaving with a memory stick. That was his first mistake. His second and most deadly was thinking he could get away with it. Editors Notes: Excerpt Lyrics from "Hotel California" are from the Eagles album by the same name released in 1976 - A favorite. Contents: Introduction Hotel California Hey Little Girl Hiding in Plain Sight District Attorney Code Name Shirley Temple History And Proposal Helen's Niece Mary Beth Evelyn Baker Because You're a Girl Now First Tip Every Nook And Cranny A New Chapter The Third Tip Good Ship Lollypop And Swat Meet Shirley Temple The Boy Babies Auntie And Martin's New Dress Who's Your Daddy Coddling, Coding And Cash A Perfect Size Ten Macho Man? We Could Be Sisters Hey Baby Girl We Be Baby Girls Bacon, Eggs and a Fresh Diaper We'll Take Her In The Parking Garage Little Susie Home Maker Be Careful Where you Poke Around Halloween Night, Not So Frightful 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 every doll I've pretended to hate dressing. Characters Created For This Story Protagonist: Martin Sanford, AKA Mary Beth Antagonist: Sally Ann Pennon, Martin's Bi-Sexual girlfriend Supporting Roles: Helen Brandish, Head Beautician, Sparkles Beauty Parlor Sandy Sikes, Manager Hotel California (apartment 101, suite 401) Rose Marilyn, Beautician, Sparkles Beauty Parlor (apartment 207) Tracy Allworth, Beautician, Sparkles Beauty Parlor (apartment 311) Evelyn Baker, Dance Instructor and choreographer (apartment 404, suite 404) Marilyn Tanner, Seamstress (apartment 312, suite 406) Annabelle Marshall, Tenant, Hotel California (apartment 301) Adam Watts, LA District Attorney. Hazel Pederson, Assistant District Attorney Shirley Devin, American Sign language teacher (apartment 208) Margret Davenport, who ran the mail room at the hotel (apartment 222) Scar, AKA Benny Sanest, current gang leader Cindy Broaden, Attorney At Law (apartment 105, suite 404) Betty Heath, Doctor of Psychology (apartment 305) FBI Agent Mack Summers, Sally's Contact. Chapter Introduction Martin could run like the wind, and scared he was unbeatable most times, but at an inch just over four feet tall his legs, even pumping full speed, were only 60 percent what a full size teen could do. He was easily out matched so all he had was a few minutes lead. He had gained a few seconds more by closing and locking the gate at the complex before making it to South Alameda Street, but no matter what he did, he wasn't going to outrun them. His only hope was to hide somewhere nearby and make it out of the area later. He'd have to escape without being seen and that's when he started sobbing. He didn't cry so much for himself as he did for the futility of it all. He wasn't going to make it and he knew it. He was going to go the way of his brother, father and mother. Although his mother had died from a heart attack it really was the mob killing her family that brought it on. Now it would be his turn to die. Damn them. Then anger took hold. Those bastards were taking everything. Had nearly taken everything! His father's business, his father, his brother, then his mother and now him. He was sure when they caught up with him he'd be stabbed. Most likely multiple times like his brother had been. Guns turned heads. Knifes were silent the detective had noted when Martin identified the body of his brother and he's asked why. Martin remembered that Coroners' report on his brother, all those small lines showing the various stab wounds, the double lines showing the ones most likely fatal. They'd put his brother into a black bag and transferred him onto a cold stainless steel table leaving his mother to identify him. They'd do the same with Martin when the time came but with his family all gone there was no one to ID him. For some reason that made him really sad. He'd hacked into the states system for his own security and altered his own identity showing he had died in a drowning before creating new ones. He had two now, both in separate safe deposit boxes. He knew this day would come. He'd made sure this day would come. He'd changed his identify before joining the mob knowing he was going to bring it down someday and now they were chasing him. So much for that plan. He'd spent a year doing their bidding and all that was left was that last bit of code and get out, but they'd seen him on the servers keyboard. That's when he ran, because no one, not even him, was suppose to be in that room, no one, and the chase was on. He's done a good job. Over the span of a year Martin had carefully created several layers of software code within the cloud system that his mob began depending on. He called his code puffs or what he later coined his layers of little wisps. Tendrils of undetectable code that could reside within the mobs cloud system that only he knew about. Martin's sole intent was to one day access it all at anytime he wanted and give it to the authorities in bits and pieces. Only he could access that part and let the powers to be crush the bastards that had destroyed his family and so many others. All he needed now was a way to get close enough to their network made weak by his own design. And now it was too late. At most he had about five minutes before the end came. Chapter Hotel California Martin saw the sign just as he turned off South Alameda. What caught his attention first was a large expanse of lawn in front of a business that owned it. He had to cross that lawn to reach East Forth street Plaza which he knew changed to Plaza Avenue. He wasn't sure about the name change but it didn't matter as he crossed the lawn. It was pretty, that lawn. That's why he turned that way. Then he saw the sign! Hotel California it read and that made him think of the song. They Lyrics came into his head in spite of all that was happening. He ran in that direction for no other reason that there was another street to go down to confuse those chasing him. The words to that song came to him... "On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light" Martin smiled in spite of everything. It was the flair of a match! Martin literally saw the women then. She was lighting a cigarette as he crossed East Forth to reach South Hewitt Street where the hotel sat. She was looking in his direction but too far away to see him. She looked pretty from this far away. That much he noticed. Not young maybe, but pretty nonetheless and the song continued in his head... "My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway..." The song was telling him something or maybe his subconscious was. His legs were growing heavy, not his head. He was running out of energy he realized. And those words were giving him an idea? What did they say? "there she stood in the doorway". She was in the doorway. That was it, the doorway! He needed to make that doorway. "I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" That's what the song was telling him. He was running out of time and had to hide. Go to the old hotel and run inside. Run into that doorway where the woman stood. She was showing him the way. Was it the song or his own desperation leading him there? Was that Heaven or Hell up ahead? Martin only had minutes. It really wasn't going to matter. "Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say..." It was so weird, the song guiding him the way it was or was it? Something was telling him to run to her and he actually believe what he thought he was hearing. The melody continued, the words that he was sure he'd never remember he remembered. "Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here." Martin ran up the street and reached the woman just as she put the cigarette into a sand filled receptacle and turned for that door. She pulled on a large glass door that read Sparkles Beauty Salon and Martin ran inside nearly at full speed. Martin believing in that brief moment she had timed it that way, he realized his mistake too late as he passed her running at full speed. She was startled and Martin, hitting that slippery floor at too sharp a slant, and too high a speed immediately lost his footing. His legs went out from under him and he fell, sliding across the room right up to another woman sitting in an adjustable solon chair. There was a total of three women, counting the one behind a second chair doing something at the counter. All three froze and just looked at him. "They're going to kill me if they find me," Martin said on his back and sniffling again. It was his size perhaps, maybe the red eyes from crying, or even his running nose? It wasn't clear what triggered those protective maternal instincts in them, but they were triggered and in doing so it eliminated their immediate sense of threat. It was clearly his small childish height that also brought on their softer more protective instincts to the forefront. Odd that instinct in spite of the fact that none of them had ever been mothers. "Who's trying to kill you honey?" Helen asked getting up out of her chair. It was early still and she always had her coffee first before facing the world. They opened the salon doors at eight thirty for walk-ins which hardly ever happened, but even so they didn't take their first appointments till nine. "The Razors," Martin said. "They killed my father four years ago, my brother two years ago and now they're trying to kill me. I got away from the apartments on the corner. I live with my mom and when they came to collect their protection money I pushed one over the railing and ran. We didn't have the money," Martin just lied but he knew he didn't have time for a lengthy truth. "You pushed a Razor? You pushed one of them? You stupid boy. They will kill you for that," Rose warned. Everyone knew about the Razors in that area of town. "Doesn't matter, it's done! We can't let them have him. We've got to hide him," Tracy said. "And then we pay the price. Besides, where are we going to hide him that they are not going to find him sooner or later," Rose said. "I don't know but I'm with Tracy on this. We'd better think of something because I don't think I like the notion of them hurting or possibly killing someone I could have helped," Helen said. "Look at him," Tracy noted. "He's a child." "I'm looking!" Rose said looking. "Look, I want to help but what can we do?" "What's that look for?" Helen asked of Tracy. "No, I'm serious! I said look at him," Tracy said again. "I'm looking Tracy, what is it?" Helen asked again. "Honey, how tall are you?" Tracy asked. "49 inches." "Chest and waist size?" "27 and 22 inches I think. It's been a while since my mom measured me for anything." "Shoe size?" "Six." "What are you doing Tracy?" Helen asked. "I don't think we've got time for twenty questions?" "I know what she's doing Helen and it's a damn good idea. He's cute enough. Damn, why didn't I think of it," Rose said. "Oh for Heaven's sake. How dumb can I be? I get it. Hold on, let me call Marilyn," Helen said. Chapter Hey Little Girl "No, not Marilyn! No time. Call Evelyn. She's got to be at the studio by now. She'd have everything," Rose said. "She's right. Meanwhile, we could be doing his face and nails," Tracy said. "Come on! Martin, you need to get up into one of those chairs and hurry," Helen said. "For what?" Martin asked brushing himself off after he stood. "We're going to turn you into a girl. A little girl or as little as we can make you. We're going to hide you in plain sight. If we hurry we can get this done in about ten minutes. Maybe less. There is no way anyone from that gang is going to recognize you dressed as a little girl." "No way," Martin said taking a step back from the women. "Do you want to live?" Helen said. "Yes," Martin said. "Then get up here and let us help!" Martin hesitated only a second more before he realized he had no choice. He moved to the chair furthest from the door that went into the hotel lobby. He sat. Tracy grabbed a stool on wheels and her cart and moved close to Martin and put his right hand into a gel to soak then suddenly lifted it. "What the hell am I doing? No time for that. Helen, when you're talking with Evelyn find out what color dress she is going to bring down so I can match his polish," Tracy said grabbing a towel. "Hold on," Helen said dialing Evelyn's number. Evelyn answered and Helen told her what had happened and what the plan was. Helen gave Evelyn Martin's measurements. Martin was a size 9 to 10 Evelyn said. His shoe size was the same for both girls and boys at that size. She'd bring a wig as well. Evelyn had moved to her costume closet and had slid the large glass doors sideways and was looking. She grabbed a slip, petticoat and quickly selected the dress. She bent for the shoes before opening a plastic drawer for socks. She turned towards the short wall with the vanity and shelves that held wigs. She had told Helen to tell Tracy the dress would be a soft pastel pink. She'd bring white thigh high socks that would look like tights to hide Martin's legs. At the age she was dressing the boy he wouldn't need to wear a bra Evelyn noted. She'd be down in about four minutes as she eyed the wig she wanted. "He's going to need hair bows," Evelyn said to herself but still holding the phone. "What?" Helen asked. "Just talking to myself. I'll be right down." "She's on her way," Helen said hanging up the phone. Tracy dried Martin's fingers and stated working on Martin's nails using a small bottle of pink nail polish. Martin bit his tongue while Rose moved in to start working on Martin's face. It was quick but Rose had been doing makeup on women and girls for twenty two years. Martin had a girl's face she wanted to say but didn't. She used her own makeup and quickly. To Helen's astonishment after setting the phone down Rose transformed Martin to a female version in about three minutes. Tracy meanwhile was using the Ultra Violet light to dry his pink nails. It took two strokes of polish for each nail and about 60 seconds for each hand. Helen heard the elevator ding and moved through the glass door to help Evelyn carry the dress, slips, socks inside a pair of shoes into the beauty parlor. Tracy was the first to finish, followed by Rose as Rose then went to keep watch. Helen had Martin remove everything down to his shorts before he sat again for the thigh high white socks. Martin raised his arms and wiggled into the short bouffant slip then a petticoat. "Isn't that a bit much?" Helen asked. "Not for a little girl," Evelyn noted. "More slips, less years." "Got it," Helen noted. "The pink dress came over his head then before he sat for the strapped black patent Mary Jane shoes Helen and Evelyn fluffed the dress. Evelyn fixed Martin's wig over a wig cap and fussed with it before using a pick to fluff the hair in place. Helen bent to strap his shoes on. Evelyn had grabbed a bag of bows that she tipped onto the counter. The bows matched the dress and were clipped in as Helen closed the buckles of Martin's shoes. Tracy began folding Martin's boy clothes to store under the counter when Rose asked Martin how many men were looking for him. "About five or six," he said when he ran from the apartment. Chapter Hiding in Plain Sight "Then this is going to be them coming up the road from the Forth Street side." "Just give me a few seconds more," Evelyn said putting in the second bow. "I'm done," Helen said patting Martin's second foot. They covered the top of Martin's dress with a pink beauty shop bib as Tracy caressed his dress before sitting. "Keep your legs together," Helen said grabbing both of Martin's knees and fixing the taffeta solon bib to cover the slips and dress. "Clothes are gone," Tracy said moving quickly to sit in the chair next to Martin to began filing her own nails. "Just stay there doing his hair Eve," Helen said. "Rose, why don't you fuss at the counter in case they decide to come in and look around." Helen turned for the books and magazines and grabbed a Sesame Street magazine and handed it to Martin who flipped it open to about the middle. "Hold the book up honey so they see your nails," Helen said. Evelyn suddenly reached into her pocket and produced a pair of glasses and handed them to Martin. Martin put them on. They were regular glass. "I wasn't sure if I needed them or not? Sometimes we use them for pictures," Evelyn said. "Non prescription." "Brilliant," Helen said. The door opened and in walked a very mean looking Asian with Hispanic roots. He paused at the door, looked around, not pausing on any of them. He walked in the rest of the way as if he owned the place, paused again and said, "any of you see a small guy run past or come through here?" "Nope? Do you want to make an appointment?" Helen asked moving to the small pedestal that stood by the door with an appointment book and phone on it. "Do I look like I go to beauty parlors?" "A visit would help your look a lot," Helen said. "That hair could use some TLC." "Right," the man said moving past everyone to go through the inside doors and into the hotel's lobby. A moment lapsed and he came back again but walked through without comment and outside again. "Nothing," he told the gang loud enough as he was pushing through the door to exit. "Shit, he could be anywhere by now," another of the guys said looking around. "Screw it, he's gone underground, let's go back. We're just wasting our time. He's going to have to show sooner or later then his ass is ours." "They continued up South Hewitt Street turning left on Traction Avenue that would lead them back to East Third Street. Helen watched them till the building hid them from view. "Jesus, I nearly wet myself," Evelyn said moving over to where Helen was now sitting again. "Tell me about it," Helen said. "What about your mom?" Tracy asked. "They're going to find out where we live sooner or later," Martin said. "But for now she's safe I hope." "If he's going to stay here, we're going to need to talk with Sandy," Helen said. "Oh, and welcome to Hotel California." "Can I have my clothes back?" "Not yet honey," Evelyn said. "Besides, if you don't mind me saying so, these things suit you." "I do mind," Martin said as the bib started coming off to expos? his dress. Martin's hands disappeared into the folds of his dress. Chapter District Attorney Two months later... "Come in," District Attorney Watts was waving and nodding at Hazel who had just knocked at his open door. "What's up?" "Just closed on our third tip," Hazel said plopping down in her chair. "Your third tip on what?" Watt's asked. "Well, we just busted another shipment coming into the states by way of Nogales in Santa Cruz County, Arizona." "Arizona? Arizona is in Arizona right? I mean correct me if I'm wrong, but you work in California so how did that work?" "Pretty well except we didn't actually bust the truck in Arizona. That is to say we didn't get the tip soon enough. We actually got the tip on the truck when it was heading through Phoenix on I 10." "Wait a second? I'm confused? You got a top on a truck going through Phoenix? That still puts you in Arizona. You do realize we're in LA right? We don't have jurisdiction in Phoenix?" "I know. Look, I got a tip on a truck driver having dinner on I 10 who had stopped in Phoenix. It came from a source that's been giving me intelligence on a gang with mob connections that I'm following," Hazel said. "Which mob?" Adam asked. "Bandier," Hazel said. "Okay, I'm catching up a little," Adam said. "Anyway, We were given the GPS location that we passed on to the Phoenix police who were then assisted by the Arizona police that had picked them up from Tucson all thanks to our information," Hazel said. "And I'm hearing this because?" "They just wanted you to know they're all grateful for your heads up and as always we'll be getting our share. And by the way, the Mayor is sending his thanks down from City Hall," Hazel said smiling at her boss. "Really? I did all that, and I didn't even know any of this is happening? Was the truck loaded?" "Loaded? Oh yes. It was loaded. Yes, you could say that. About 30,000 pounds of fluff, or 13,636 Kilos which I should note is running at about $1,800 a kilo right now uncut. That load had a street value of about $10.9 million. The last one, the one just before this one was $11 million and the one before that in case you're interested was $1 million. Two trucks and some women being used as mules. "Wait, you're telling me we've made three bust so far totaling what? $22.9 million?" "That's pretty much it boss, and here's the real rub, those were just samples," Hazel said. "Which is why I'm here." "Samples? I'm not following you? What do you mean samples?" "Whoever she is and we don't know who she is by the way, she's calling herself Shirley Temple? She's showing us what she can do. And no, don't ask because I have no idea who she is or how she's getting her information," Hazel said. "All of this information is good?" "Solid boss. I'm telling you straight up! So far she's solid. That was three for three and her information is right on the mark. Those GPS coordinates were right down to the where the driver was parked and having dinner - solid." "So why are you calling them samples?" Adam asked. "Not me? That's what she's calling them. She wants something?" "Okay, what is it she want?" "Down the road she wants protection? Something on the order of Witness protection." "She's got it? Jesus, she's got the entire police force if she wants it? Are you in touch with her?" "No. That's just it, she doesn't want it yet. It's all one way. In fact I can't even contact her. I have to go through some woman that owns a hotel here in LA, and don't ask me how that works because I don't have a clue, but evidently this woman or girl or whoever it is that's feeding us this Intel seems to trust her, and so far that's the way this works." "You realize this is all sounding pretty weird." "Tell me about it? but that's the way it is and I'm not complaining. If we want this to keep working we've got to do it her way and work with this woman that runs the hotel. Frankly I don't care if I've got to put on a diving suit and go down into the bay to get our intelligence. For these kind of leads I'm okay with doing whatever I've got to do." "So am I. So how does it work?" "This woman at the hotel contacts me with the intelligence when she gets it, and I've been working at coordinating with the appropriate agencies." "So why are you here then?" "I just got word that this Shirley Temple person wants some of the interdiction money for renovations on the hotel." "Did you tell her we can't spend the money we get on things like that?" "I did." "And what did she say." "She said she understands. Said it's too bad, and that third tip was our last." "Wait a second? Are you telling me that's it? If we don't give this hotel that money to do some kind of renovation we don't get any more tips?" "Pretty much." "Did you tell her that's extortion?" "Pretty much," Hazel said. "Did you tell her that's she's breaking the law?" "I did." "And?" "She said that third tip was our last tip." "Damn! Do you believe her?" Adam asked. "I do," Hazel said. "Jesus! Okay, how much are we looking at if we could get the money?" "About $128,000 so far." "What did we make off these last three bust?" "Overall or into our coffers?" "Give me both?" "Besides the drugs and equipment we've recovered $4 million in cash of which we've taken in $1.5 million. We've also taken in two brand new Volvo trucks with 50 foot trailers which should bring in another $150 thousand each at auction. I'm told the city might keep one of the trucks. We'll make maybe another $10 thousand in lap tops, GPS, phones, tools and such." "Give it to them, her or whoever it is." "All of it?" "Every dime. And do me a favor, when you bring me the paperwork to sign, toss in an extra $500 dollar gift certificate for clothes or dolls or whatever you can for this Shirley Temple. Tell her it's on me. Add a thank you card. She's making us $500,000 a bust and taking a lot of nasty stuff off the streets. I think we can help renovate some old hotel in her name." "I will and thanks boss." Chapter Code Name Shirley Temple Going back to that first day... Martin stood in his pink dress over layers and layers of petticoats looking like a little girl that wanted to look like Shirley Temple. He looked like he was standing next to his mother standing next to Helen who was dialing the house phone. Martin tried folding his arms but it crushed the dress around his chest although when he rested his arms at his side they rested on the skirt. "Hello," Sandy Sikes said picking up the house phone on the second ring. She was on her first cup of coffee for that morning. She was just about to start listening to phone messages. It was the internal system showing the call coming from the Sparkles Beauty Parlor. "Hi Sandy, you got a few minutes," Helen asked. "I need a face to face." "Of course. Need it now?" "Yes," Helen said. Helen took the elevator to the fourth floor. Evelyn and Martin had also taken the elevator as well but Evelyn had taken Martin up to her studio. It was Evelyn's intent to have Martin call his mother. She didn't know that Martin had lied about that part or that his mother was dead. None of the women knew Martin had lied so they all worried over the fate of the woman. "Come in Helen! So what's up?" Sandy asked. "Good morning. It's been an interesting morning for us. I just sent an eighteen year old boy with Evelyn to her dance studio in one of her costumes. He's looking like a ten year old girl to keep him out of the hands of the Razor gang who, by the way, came into the shop a short time after he did looking for him." "The Razors as in the Razor Gang?" "One and the same. We didn't have much time to think about it and he was both tiny and cute enough that we were able to pull it off. Actually, and this is pretty remarkable, he's very passable and it looks like it may be pretty much a permanent condition for him." "Dressing like a little girl?" "No, his size," Helen said. "That small?" Sandy asked. "Very. I'd guess about four feet give or take a couple of inches," Helen said. "They're going to kill him if they catch him so I'd even lobby that yes, even staying dressed like a little girl is a viable alternative." "That would be up to the police," Sandy noted. "I'm just saying." "That's the problem Sandy because you and I both know that's not going to work. He'd be in the gangs hand or dead by the gangs hand within an hour of going to the police." "That's most likely true," Sandy said. "You know it's true and that puts the problem back in our lap," Helen said. "So what is it your proposing?" "I'm proposing we bring him in here with us like we do all the others that we've brought into this sanctuary," Helen said. "If you've forgotten, those others that we've taken in have been women and girls," Sandy said. "I'm talking about six months, maybe a year, join him with his mother, find him an alternative then turn them out safely and get them on their way," Helen said. "He could come in with his mother if he's a minor," Sandy said. "But you said he's eighteen." "He is." "That's an adult male! We don't take males here. You know that. As difficult a decision as that is, it is what it is. That's been our policy for seventy years now. The hotel is strictly for women and girls and Martin, not to put too fine a point on it, and regardless of how he looks is still a adult and male." "But what if he's technically not?" Helen said. "How does that work?" Sandy asked. "What if he came to us as a transsexual in trouble? Would we turn her away?" Helen asked. "A transsexual? Are you telling me this adult male is actually a transsexual?" Sandy asked. "I'm asking you that if he was a transsexual would you allow him to stay here?" Helen asked. "And the gang or mob doesn't know he's here?" Sandy asked. "So he or rather she isn't putting the hotel at risk?" "I would have to see how that would work, but if I can fix that as well would that be acceptable then?" Helen asked. "Okay, here are my terms for this to work. He's got to declare himself legally a transsexual so that the board, should they ask, are happy that he's female enough to live here. Within six months he's got to be self sufficient or on the way to being self sufficient. No part of the male must be seen or heard from - period and if he agrees - she can stay." Chapter History And Proposal Martin was in Evelyn Baker's apartment having tea and feeling about as uncomfortable as he'd ever felt in his life. He had confessed to the lie about his mother which made Evelyn feel worse that his mother had passed. Rose had brought his clothes up and returned to the beauty parlor and Martin had confirmed that his precious flash drive was still in his pants pocket. Evelyn had no students that day so the studio was locked with a sign showing it closed and Helen knew that when she walked past that door for Evelyn's apartment and knocked. "Hi," Helen said. "He still here?" "Hasn't moved," Evelyn said. "Won't even go potty because he doesn't want to sit like a girl. And his mother's passed!" "What!" "I'll let him tell you about that," Evelyn said as Helen walked in. "Can I change?" Martin asked. "Listen to me," Helen said. "First, do you need to potty? "Yes! That's why I want to change," Martin said. "Come on," Helen said. Martin got up and followed Helen down the hall to the bathroom where Helen sidestepped to allow Martin to go in. "I need to change first," Martin said. "No, you need to learn to potty like a girl," Helen said. "How?" Martin asked. "By doing as I say. Lift your skirts and slips with both hands on either side and lower your panties or in this case your pants and sit. If you must, push your penis down to urinate and hold it there till you're done. Use a bit of tissue to wipe yourself clean and when you rise, lift your panties or pants and fluff your petticoats and skirts, wash your hands and come back into the kitchen. I'll be there waiting." "I need to change first." "Do I say. That is not an option," Helen warned. "And hurry, we've got a lot to cover." "Yes ma'am," Martin said turning so his back was to the toilet. Helen was pulling the door closed as Martin gathered his skirts and petticoats before he pulled his underpants down to sit. He had to push his penis below the seat to urinate but managed to do that. He also remembered to gather a bit of toilet paper to wipe himself when he was done. He pulled his underpants back up, fluffed his petticoats and skirts, then washed and dried his hands. "More tea honey?" Evelyn asked as Martin came back in blushed red from his ordeal of having gone to the bathroom as a girl. "Yes please," Martin said. "So I'm going to need to know about your mother because that's going to change things a little, but I've talked with Sandy. Sandy Sikes is the Manager of Hotel California and she more or less has the last word on most things here. So first let me give you a brief history of the hotel which will bring you up to her reasoning and we'll take it from there, okay?" "Okay," Martin said. Helen began to explain about the hotel and how it came to be: That history went back to 1949 with the formation of the skating group called the Twirlers. For a brief time the Twirlers toured as figure skaters on roller skates in gymnasiums throughout the US. Later as they became more popular they included ice skating. The hotel was purchased by the women, who were mostly single, for a place to safely stay when they were not touring the US. When they were "home" they contributed to the upkeep and renovation through contributions or labor. Over the span of ten years the mortgage was paid off and most of the renovations were completed. As income from the shows dwindled rentals from women in the entertainment field increased and the hotel remained a kind of sanctuary for women from the fifties through the seventies. As some of the more substantial guest began to pass on they left endowments to preserve the hotel and keep it in good repair. A board of directors was established and strict rules were drafted. Office leases and nearby land investments kept the hotel solvent through the eighties and another renovation brought it up to code again in the late 1980s. As the hotel went beyond 2000 it maintained its reputation as a safe haven for women until that day that martin slid into the beauty parlor. It was the policy of the hotel then and now not to allow men. Helen paused to sip her tea and allow Martin a moment to digest what she had told him "So no men?" Martin said. "None. However, Martin, there was a major change written into our bylaws that allowed a post operative transsexual to be accepted in 1995. Moreover after having discussed this with Sandy she's agreed that under certain conditions those same bylaws could once again be modified to include a pre operative transsexual." "Pre operative transsexual?" Martin asked. "You mean someone that hasn't had the surgery yet?" "That is correct," Helen said. "So you're saying that a man that wants to be a woman but hasn't physically become a women yet could technically bypass the hotels laws and be taken into the hotel," Martin asked. "I'm saying that a man that wants to be a women but hasn't physically become a women, who presents himself as a women may live here as a women," Helen said. "Or in your case a little girl to avoid being detected and discovered." "So you're also saying I can stay here but I'd have to dress as a little girl," Martin said. "Twenty four seven, Seven days a week for as long as you reside here," Helen said. "Which means an identity and suitable wardrobe." "Like this stuff?" Martin asked. "Perhaps not as fancy but pretty much that age range and style. Remember, you're going to need to maintain the illusion that you are a young girl. Obviously if you should tire of that, Sandy will respect your decision and accept the fact that it's ending, but that would also be your last day here." "I think I understand," Martin said. "But let me ask you this? I mean if you look around nowadays lots of girls wear pants." "True enough, but let me ask you this? What's the first thing those guys are going to look for when they come into a place? No need to answer because it's rhetorical. What's going to trigger their recognition centers is a little guy in pants. Not a little girl. You weight the risk? "Okay, your point is made," Martin said. "No pants." "Where will I be staying?" "Unless you object, and I suppose without your mother, you're going to live with me. I've got a spare room." "No objections," Martin said. "I'm also thinking you're going to need to be mute!" "Mute?" "Mute to hide the voice. We'll chalk that one up to some kind of childhood disease that rendered you unable to speak. That means you're going to need to learn American Sign language or ASL as soon and as much as possible. That will be Shirley Devin." "Okay." "And your other teacher is going to be Shirley Temple." "Shirley Temple? You mean the Ambassador Shirley Temple Black? Why?" "No, Not Shirley Temple Black, she passed in 1985 I think. I'm talking about the little girl Shirley Temple that goes back to the 1930's. The cute little girl that sang and danced." "Okay, I'll bite, why is the cute little girl version of Shirley Temple going to be my teacher?" "Because you need to learn how to be a little girl and there was no one better at being a little girl than Shirley Temple was. In fact, our resident trainer for little girls is Evelyn here and she's got almost all of her films reduced to her songs and dances. That's why she had the outfit you're wearing." "So that's you?" Martin said looking at Evelyn. "That's me," Evelyn said proudly. "I'm the resident Dance Instructor and choreographer. Trust me honey, if you follow my instructions and do what I tell you to do you'll easily pass as a little girl and in hardly no time." "I'll do my best," Martin said. "Then that's all we can ask of you," Helen said. "And I think we can meet Sandy now!" Sandy smiled the instant she saw Martin. She also knew it would work even before Helen said anything. Martin was very rough around the edges Sandy noted but he was moldable. Sandy also knew that between Helen's skills as a beautician and Evelyn's as a dance teacher and pageant director there was very little doubt that Martin would attain the achievements of becoming a little girl in no time. She agreed that Martin could live with Helen as a sublet in her apartment offsetting Helen's rent by $300 a month of her spare room. Helen was paying $1080 a month as a base. All the residents paid that extended stay rate. On top of that was maid service, towel and sheet exchange rates and apartment cleaning. Martin agreed to the amount and fees to be paid for his dance and sign language lessons. In addition he was required to buy what Evelyn called his dance uniforms. Martin followed Helen out the door to get a tour of his new room leaving Evelyn with Sandy. "Oh my God, he is adorable," Sandy said. "Definitely passable," Evelyn noted. "Easily," Sandy added. Chapter Helen's Niece Mary Beth Helen and Martin sat at Helen's kitchen table with note pads and pens. They covered a variety of things from rent to food to chores. Rent was due on the forth Friday of each month. Martin could pay his share promising his portion through Pay Pal transferred into Helen's account as soon as he set it up which would happen as soon as he got a new PC. That he ordered with an overnight delivery the moment he got the use of Helen's at her kitchen table. Helen called Margret to give her a heads up that she had her niece staying with her and she was doing a lot of shopping on line. Helen noted that Margret ran the mail room at the hotel. Margret got .50 cents apiece for packages, Helen noted, which helped supplement her income. Helen next helped Martin shop for sheets and blankets and toiletries for his own connecting bathroom and then set up a delivery schedule for food that he might like from the local market which also made regular deliveries to the hotel. The last thing they talked about was Martin's "day look". Helen defined the "day look" as his every day girl look and after thirty minutes of measurements and double checking those measurements left the apartment. She made it very clear that no matter what he was not to open the door to anyone - no matter what. It was an hour before there was a brief knock followed by a "it's me" from Helen when Martin stood on the other side of the door. Helen was loaded down with bags that she allowed Martin to help with. Martin carried almost half of them to his room with Helen following. Helen sat heavily on his bed to catch her breath then got up to sit at the vanity bench. "Go get the scissors on the kitchen table so we can remove the tags," Helen said as she stood again to come back over to the bed. "Oh, and make sure you transfer that receipt amount when you get a chance or I start bouncing checks in a couple of days. I spent a small fortune." "I will," Martin said looking at the things coming out of the bag. "I got you five day dresses, with enough lingerie for a week. There is makeup and toiletries to get you started, two wigs, two pair of shoes, a sweater and light jacket, plus a couple of nightgowns and a robe. Let's put off you going out for at least a couple of weeks, but you can start wearing the diapers during the day to get used to them," Helen said cutting tags from the dresses she was lifting from the bag. Martin had been unpacking one of the bags, not the one with the diapers yet but it made him freeze when she said diapers. "What diapers?" Martin asked. "You'll be wearing a light day diaper when you go out. It's not too important for the dresses that come to your knees but we're going to keep you in Shirley Temple dresses for the most part. So that means a little shorter than average for a girl your age. That almost means a little panty peek sometimes. Like it or not honey, you're still a boy and that means boy parts under those panties. Back in the day we called panties that his boy parts puff pants," Helen said. "Puff pants," Martini repeated. "I'm not following you?" "It's an old vaudeville trick when you dressed a boy like a girl and there was a risk of showing off his panties which showed off his boy parts. Last thing you wanted was for your audience to see was his genitals so you put him in what was called puff pants. Before my time, but I learned this from some of the gals here from long ago. Puff pants were thick cotton lined panties that puffed to hide the boy parts," Helen said. "Later when disposable diapers came along puff pants disappeared. "You still wear your panties, but it's over the diaper." "This is getting a little complicated," Martin said. "Not really! It's just a practical solution to a minor cosmetic problem. Not too much more complicated that Dance skins over unshaved legs or concealer to cover a the shadow of a beard. Or high collar blouses and scarves to cover a man's Adam's apple. You find a way to hide those first and secondary sex traits. It's that or the illusion doesn't work, and in your case that could be deadly. So, you wear diapers when you go out." "Got it," Martin said softly as he started on the bag with the baby things in it. The package of diapers had both a package of Luvs and Pampers in the bag plus baby lotion and powder. "Why two different kinds?" "I wasn't sure which would work best. We'll try the Luvs first before dinner, then change you into the Pampers after," Helen said as she carried another dress to the closet. "Damn," Martin whispered as he laid both packages on top of his dresser. "Open the panties and socks for the top drawer. Let's leave the diapers in the packages for now. I'll show you how to fold the slips. The half slip is pretty easy, so is the full slip once you know what to do with the straps, and the camisole can go with the socks and panties. Leave the bag with the makeup till last. Oh, that other bag is your wigs, and that white one is for your bathroom." "What this stuff?" Martin asked. "It's a depilatory," Helen said. "Before you ask, it's a cosmetic for removing hair. There are two razors as well. One for your face which you really don't need other than for that cute bit of peach fuzz and the pink one for your under arms. This chemical stuff is too harsh to use there." "Can I ask you a question?" Martin said. "Of course," Helen answered. "Those dresses look more like baby dresses or I suppose toddler dresses is the best way to describe them. Shouldn't they have a waist?" Martin said noticing that the dresses that were going into the closet all hung straight so far. "You've got dresses with waist honey, but these are toddler style. These are Shirley Temple dresses as a matter of fact. In fact, I had to go to a store across town for these. You can't buy these just anywhere. I know it seems odd for you but here's my thinking... You're going to be here for a while and we've got to change your gender which is fairly easy, but I'd like to age you down as well," Helen said. "Age me down? What does that mean?" Martin asked with a hint of what it did mean nagging at him. It was the diapers and the dresses combined that was tugging at him. "Turning you into a girl is fairly easy, like I said. Lowering your age a few years is also pretty straight forward with a little work. The thing is though to really pull you off the grid we've got to get you as close to say age ten or twelve as we can get. Maybe even push it to nine if possible," Helen said. Remember, the lower we can get in age the safer you get." "I get that but the how of that is what I don't get," Martin said. "Well, most of that effort is going to be in clothes and makeup. We can add to that with performance. Me and Evelyn can do most of it. Much of it will be up to you as well. It's pretty early to guess right now but I'm thinking we can pretty much convince the world with very little effort that you're at least 12. With some effort you're 11 and if we all push hard I really think 9 or 10 is achievable." "You really believe that?" Martin said looking at the dress she carried past and then, with a deepening blush, back at the two packages of diapers he just put on his dresser. He wasn't sure if he'd look the part but he was suddenly beginning to believe he'd feel the part. "Of course, come on and let's get this stuff put away and start the process and see if I can prove it to you. Besides, we still have a second opinion due," Helen said. "Who?" Martin asked. "Your teacher Evelyn," Helen said. Helen helped Martin out of his dress and slip. He was down to his BVD's and followed Helen to his connecting bathroom. When the hotel went through it's remodeling some of the larger suites, the ones with two bedrooms were modified by adding a second bathroom. It turned out to be fairly easy by using the same "wet wall" that carried the plumbing. It also carried a premium on the rent. At one time Helen used it exclusively for her "guest". The hotel allowed male guest but their stay was limited to two days maximum. They called it their Cinderella Check Out. The "guest" had to be out by midnight Sunday night and could not check in earlier than one minute after Midnight Saturday morning. Helen was younger back then. There were no restrictions on how long female guest could stay. Nor did anyone question those occasional "girls" that Helen walked into the hotel during the week who might stumbled a little in their high heels walking to the elevator or whose legs were hairier than average. Helen had appetites far greater than most of the women that lived there, and she was licking her lips as Martin walked ahead of her. She was a dominate for a lot of years before she even knew the word and more than a few men new the definition for that word before that word as well. Martin would not be her first transformation. Helen liked the feminine. "Okay, we're going to do this Martin," Helen said laying the razors and depilatory down on the sink. "I'll shave you under the arms first, then we'll do the depilatory, and shower that off before your bubble bath," Helen noted. "How long does that cream last?" Martin asked. "About two to three days. You've got light hair and it's thin so you've got the same advantages as a girl. That's a compliment in this case. After this you'll only use it about once a week to get what you've missed with the razor. For example, tomorrow and for the next few days you'll shave. We'll do this and see how it goes." "Okay," Martin said. "You're going to need to remove your shorts," Helen said. "Oh! I was waiting for you to leave," Martin noted. "I'm going to apply the depilatory and shave your underarms," Helen said turning the water on for the tub bud didn't close the stopper to fill it. Next she grabbed the box of thin clear disposable gloves she had gotten. As soon as Helen started putting the chemical on Martin it began to smell and grow warmer. Luckily the overhead fan was doing a good job and taking it with the steam. "Smells," Martin said. "It does. It's a chemical reaction that gels then breaks down the protein bonds of the hair. Oh, and never put this on or near your genitals," Helen warned. "Should be ready to come off when the shower starts to steam. Now lift your arms." Martin lifted both arms and Helen sprayed him from a small can of foaming gel before picking up a pink razor. She made short work of his underarm hair. She also pulled some tissue from the toilet paper roll and handed it to him to take care of the small drop that had formed at the tip of his penis. Martin wasn't sure what she wanted him to do with it. "You're beginning to drip a little," Helen noted. It was a terribly humiliating moment among several already. "Martin, there are going to be a lot of those drips so don't fret. I've seen it before. Hell, I've caused a lot of those in my day so just do a quick wipe till you're in your diaper and panties okay?" "Okay." "And it's time," Helen said adjusting the water for the shower. "Rinse first, then scrub really good wherever we put the cream. " Martin went into the steaming water as Helen handed him a washcloth. When he was done she had him remain standing there in the tub as she redirected the water to fill the tub while pouring beads into the flowing water. Bubbles began forming instantly as she handing Martin another washcloth and new bar of soap. "After your bath, step out, clean the tub with your towel, pour a little of that degreaser there by the toilet down the drain, then rub your genitals with the lotion pull on your diaper, then your panties and sprinkle a little baby powder in the front and back. Put a tiny bit of talcum under your arms but nothing else till you get use to the razor then bundle your dirty clothes and come out and I'll help you dress." "Okay," Martin said as he took the paper off the soap. Martin felt smooth as silk and smelled baby fresh when he stood as the last of the water drained. He dried, opened the lotion bottle and rubbed his genitals and took up the diaper. It was a girl's diaper because it had one of the Disney Princesses on it. He wasn't sure which but he thought it might be Snow white because of the blue top and yellow bottom of her dress. He began dripping again as he opened the diaper after quickly wiping again. Martin stepped into the disposable diaper and pulled it in place. His erection was really embarrassing as he pulled it straight within the diaper. Even more embarrassing considering it was over a diaper and only got worse as he picked up the white panties. Helen said the panties were one size larger to fit over the diaper and did as he stood on his tiptoes to see how they looked. Helen had been right about the panties as well now that they formed over the disposable. The diaper was just soft and thick enough to crush and mask his penis and cover his tentacles under the shimmer of the white nylon. He was sure that if he had masturbated first it fit better and as he thought of it he began rubbing himself over his panties and diaper. He closed his eyes and it took hardly a moment to remember the dress and slip he'd been in before he shot into his diaper. He locked his legs till his spasms ended but continued to rub till the last of his pleasure was gone completely. Martin made a last minute, but satisfying adjustment to a very flaccid penis realizing with a grin there was no sign of it now. That's going to have to be part of the routine he mused as he wiped the tub with the towel before grabbing the degreaser Helen mentioned. "All set," Helen asked noting there was no erection. Her little sissy boy had taken care of business she mused as she gathered the little slip to bring over his head. That was a good sign she thought because she knew he'd most likely done it in his diaper and under his panties. That meant she could soon be doing it for him. "Hold your arms up honey." The soft wide strapped full slip came over Martins head and drifted down to stop well above his knees. It was maybe mid thigh he noted as the narrow bit of lace tickled the front of his leg while Helen fused with the lacy straps. Those straps didn't adjust like an adult slip might but simply rested on his shoulders. He was so skin sensitive from his back he could feel the nylon move over his shoulder blades and tummy and even the hardening nipples of his breast. Best of all was how it slid over his silken legs now that the hair was gone. "Feels good doesn't it?" Helen asked. "What's that?" Martin asked lying a little. "Want to try answering that again?" Helen asked running her hand over his back then again over his chest. "Okay, okay, it does," Martin said. "Just so you understand, it's going to feel like that until you take it off," Helen said as she started to pull the dress from its hanger. Martin's dress was straight with no waist and as long as the slip with classic adorable puffy sleeves resting next to a collar that was rounded and trimmed in white lace. There were three pleats in the front and two pockets, one each on either side of the pleats. The whole dress was white with the only color from a tiny pink bow set in the center where the collar joined. It closed at the back with a single button that Helen had just opened as she came towards Martin. It slid over the slip smoothly and felt nearly as silky to the touch. "Polyester," Helen said. "With a lining of nylon. In the Summer you can wear this without a slip if you want. Go on, try twisting a little." "Then how come you wear a slip with it?" Martin asked. "Sort of like wearing a tee shirt," Helen noted as Martin twisted a little. The dress swished over the slip he wore. It gave him goose bumps. He had heard that sound many times from girls, never would he have thought it would come from him. He felt his penis growing and sliding along the inside of his diaper. Really, he mused silently, and from a swishy girly sound he thought? "Come on and sit and I'll get your shoes and socks on you," Helen said making another trip to his closet. She came back with white flats before stopping at his dresser. She sat the shoes on the dresser to fetch a pair of plain socks. It took a moment to get those on and have him stand before she went for the wig again. She used a comb with a tease the curls after setting the wig on the stocking cap. In a couple of months, three tops, he wouldn't need a wig she noted as she pulled the nylon cap on. Helen added to small white bow from a bag to the side of his head, then another before leaning back. Helen sat at the vanity and took up the foundation motioning Martin to come stand between her legs. She put a hand towel around his dress at the collar. She had a powder puff that she used and dabbed lightly on his chin and neck then stopped. She used a blusher for his cheeks and stopped there as well. There was a very light pink eye shadow and a liner that she stroked once before she glossed his lips. "Always remember, less is better for you precious, and don't forget, if you have to scratch use a finger nail lightly, don't rub," Helen said turning him towards the mirror. "Now tell me how old you think that little girl looks?" "I can't even guess," Martin said too embarrassed to say. "Yes you can but you're too shy to say. Remember when I said I wanted to age you down," Helen asked. "Yes." "Remember how I said turning you into a girl is fairly easy, but to really pull you off the grid we would have to get you as close to age ten or eleven as we could. Maybe even nine if possible," Helen said. "I remember," Martin said looking at the little girl looking back. "I get that but I also remember thinking how? That is what I didn't get till now." "That's how honey! Look at her! That sweetheart is a ten year old easily and that's just a first pass," Helen said. "Now lift your arms straight up!" Martin did bringing the dress and slip up with them. The dress rose a bit higher than the dress but both came up high enough to expose his panties. When he did so the very edge of his panties peeked from the bottom in the mirror just below the edge of the lace of the slip. "See that tiny bit of puff between your legs? That is your puffy pants honey," Helen said. "That's why you wear a pull up disposable diaper. I'm being serious honey, if I were to take you outside right now there isn't a person in the world that's going to know you're an eighteen year old boy. No one. Now come on, let's go see what the dance teacher thinks of our little girl?" Chapter Evelyn Baker Martin couldn't imagine going down the hall let alone outside yet there he was walking towards Helen's apartment door. Moreover, in spite of his fears she was also right about the clothes. He could feel them. Wearing pants and a shirt didn't come close to what he felt as he walked from his bedroom down the length of the hallway to the front door. The dress was actually sliding around and over him as he moved. "She two floors up on the top," Helen said as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. The hotel was five floors with the fifth offices and rental spaces. There were six rooms with spaces attached and two executive suites on either side of the elevator with a mirror layout across from the doors that opened. Sandy Sikes, Manager for the Hotel occupied one of those and Annabelle Marshall, daughter of Harry and Betty Marshall occupied the other. It was soon after the family cut her off for becoming a dancer, but too late to take her trust fund. There were two attorneys, a booking agent, writer and private investigator besides the main hotel office. At either end was Marilyn Tanner, a Seamstress of some skill and opposite her Evelyn Baker's studio. Evelyn Baker was a skilled dance instructor and choreographer. The elevator stopped, dinged again and Helen led Martin out and to the right. Martin had mixed emotions following Helen down the wide expanse towards Evelyn's apartment and studio. He was grateful to be there and out of harm's way, but he was dressed like Shirley Temple and about to meet the woman that was supposedly going to teach him how to sing and dance like her. Helen knocked. A moment later the door opened. There was no recognition at first then suddenly Evelyn stepped back. She recognized Helen which suddenly made it clear who the little girl was. It didn't lighten the shock of it. She looked at Helen then at Martin, then Helen again. "Good heavens Helen! It worked," Evelyn said covering her mouth as she put her other hand over her heart. She shook her head. "Give me an honest opinion," Helen said. "Eleven," Evelyn said. "You could push ten, but no older than eleven." "Fair enough," Helen said turning to look at Martin as she held her arms up. "And with that said young lady, I rest my case." "Come in and let's do something in front of the mirror," Evelyn said inviting them into her vast apartment. It was similar to Helen's but the Hallway had another door at the end of it that Evelyn went through when she reached it. It opened into a vast room with a polished wooden floor leading to a wall of mirrors and a hand rail embedded along it. There were windows that matched the apartments showing the street outside. As they entered Martin noticed that there was another door to his right that had a window in it leading to an office. Remembering Helen's apartment his room would be about where the office was so that would mean there was a bathroom next to that office and sure enough there was another door marked Restroom. There was another door marked costumes. "Want to try something?" Evelyn asked looking at Martin. "Sure," Martin said with only a tiny bit of enthusiasm. "Here, pinch the skit of your dress between your thumb and forefinger pulling it lightly out from the sides but while you do so gracefully sweep or swing your right foot just behind your left, like this. You want to coordinate that with a slight bend of the knees. As you do that smile, always smile," Evelyn said showing Martin what a curtsey looked like. Martin watched Evelyn do the maneuver twice and made his first attempt then a second. He mimicked her twice more getting the second one almost identical to hers which brought her praise quickly. "Not bad honey, not bad at all! Now let's try one more thing," Evelyn said. "Now I want you to hold your arms out a little, at about a forty five degree angle allowing your wrist to relax so your hands are hanging loose but away from your body. As you do that I want you to take a step with your left foot but don't lift it. Just push it forward about a foot. When you've done that bring your right foot alongside. Then do it again but with the opposite foot. Take a step with the right, same distance and bring the left alongside. Go ahead and step, slide, close, step, slide, close." Martin fixed his arms and let his hands droop then slid his foot to mimic Evelyn's hands and arms. As he did so he began taking the same steps as her while moving across the dance floor. She allowed him to go about ten steps which was about that in feet before having him turn and come back towards them. "He's a natural," Evelyn said to Helen. "I could put him in a little pageant dress, long flowing blond wig and tiara and walk him down a runway right now." "Really?" Helen asked. "Look at him," Evelyn said. "Okay Martin let's try one more thing then we'll go work on a schedule," Evelyn said. I want you to keep your arms the same but with your feet together I want you to kick your left foot out and tap your toe while keeping your weight on your right leg as you do that. Once you've tapped your toe bring it back to the starting position and tap the toe again. Don't let your heel touch the floor. Once you've done that do the same with the right foot while shifting your weight to the left leg. Martin mimicked Evelyn again keeping his arms out as she did. She turned to face the mirror and had him follow her looking at the mirror till he was doing it exactly the way she was doing it. "Excellent Martin. Now I want you to swing your arms forward when your toe goes forward and then back when your toe goes back. Do that with each foot," Evelyn said. "This is called the Shuffle and in tap dancing it's the most basic step." Martin did the maneuver again this time swinging his arms. "Okay Martin now let's put the Glide together for ten steps followed with a two step Shuffle and end it with a curtsey and bow," Evelyn said. "Ready and one, and a two, and a three..." Martin did the steps as Evelyn clapped in rhythm. He was flawless through the glide and shuffle then did the curtsey with a bow. Both women clapped. Helen stood there amazed. "Now that's what I'm talking about," Evelyn said. If I added a spin or twirl and a couple more taps you could dance through a song easily. And just so you know, that was twenty minutes of training with no music or rehearsal time." "Wild," Martin said as he followed Evelyn to her office. He had guessed right about its proximity to where his new bedroom was in Helen's apartment. Evelyn opened her book and scheduled him for Tuesdays and Thursdays and he had to buy his costume and book from her. He got the book then. Helen said she'd see him back at her place after he got his costume. Martin panicked a little but Evelyn said she'd escort him back because she was going out to grocery shop anyway. Martin questioned the need for a costume when he was already wearing a Shirley Temple dress and Evelyn said it was because he was a girl now. That made no sense to Martin but he didn't ask for an explanation. Helen laughed when she got what Martin was saying. "Martin, what you're wearing is not a costume. That's what girls wear everyday. You need a dance costume," Helen said. "And I'm going back to the apartment." "Wait, what? You can't leave me alone," Martin said sounding desperate. "You'll be okay," Helen said as she left. Chapter Because You're A Girl Now Evelyn's Apartment was a three bedroom with the second bedroom turned into a giant closet of sorts. There were only two sizes she said 8/10 and 10/12 and they quickly discovered that Martin was easily an 8/10. Evelyn pointed to a picture of Shirley Temple in her iconic white satin and red polka dot dress made famous in her song and dance routine Baby Take A Bow from the movie Stand Up And Cheer. Martin looked at the picture with his mouth going dry. If he was not picking a costume he'd of said it was adorable or really cute, but since she was looking at something for him! There was no way he'd wear something like that. It didn't even cover the panties and those panties... "No, no, no... Not on a good day," he mused. "You're thinking it's pretty scary looking I'm guessing," Evelyn said softly. "Scary? How about petrifying?" Martin said. "That's good," Evelyn said. "That's good? Martin repeated. "Why is that good? That doesn't make any sense?" "Honey, it does. It really does and the reason is simple! Think about it precious, this outfit is the first thing people will see. These cute little panties are the second. Sweets, hardly anyone ever sees the face of the little girl wearing these things. then all they see is the exaggerated blush," Evelyn said. "I'm serious. If I put you in this outfit right now, and walked you down, any street, no one would be looking at your face. That's why it's so perfect." "It's still scary," Martin said. "And you'll get past that as you grow more confident," Evelyn said. "Trust me, you'll even come to delight in these things." "I don't think so, but why is that?" "Because, for all intents and purposes now, you're a girl," Evelyn said. "And girl's delight in things like this. Now come on and let's get into your costume and you'll begin to understand why." Evelyn helped Martin out of his day dress but left his full slip on. She also made him keep his regular panties on over the pull up diaper he wore when she handed him the costume panties. Those panties were double layered and designed so the first layer hugged him snugly while the second draped more loose. He could actually rub one layer over the other. There was also an excessive, at least in Martin's mind, amount of lace around the legs, but he could see that as an advantage. That overstated lace and bubble of satin exaggerated the look of the panties as Evelyn pulled the full slip up and off. Martin was mesmerized by their appearance in the mirror. When Evelyn turned for the full slip Martin fingered the ruffled lace. Evelyn, looked busy but was watching in another mirror while fusing with the slip a moment more. She was giving Martin a little extra time to absorb the textures and sensations. She had yet to dress a boy into these things that didn't do that very thing as she cleared her throat before turning with the slip. Martin quickly stopped fingering the fabric of his panties. "Hold your arms up honey," Evelyn said. "The slip, made of the same material of the panties and dress, was a light taffeta. Evelyn had long ago chosen this particular silk taffeta for its sensuous texture and crispness and above all else the noise. She loved that swish her dresses and slips made when her little girls moved off and on the stage or went through their little routines." "Does it always sound like that?" Martin said as she slip cascaded down over him. "Of course, same as the dress," Evelyn said knowing why he was complaining. Boys were not used to being surrounded by that swishing sound. "Girl's enjoy that sound. Boys also enjoyed that sound when it's not them making it. Just remember, it's part of your life saving cover." "I'll try," Martin said allowing the slip to settle. It was the same with the dress as Evelyn guided it over Martin's head. It took a few more moments to fluff it over the skirts of the slip and she made Martin do the front as she did the back. Evelyn closed the dress with a single button then took a few seconds to tie a huge soft bow at the back with the long sash before having Martin sit for his shoes. The dress was too short to fold under him. The shoes were white straps that tied with large front and back taps added. She stood when she finished his shoes and found a bow for his hair that was almost as wide as his head. He gave up complaining and just stood there as she clipped it into his head. He could feel its weight. "Okay Martin now let's go back out and try those steps again. This time do the glide, shuffle and curtsey with a bow at the end like you did before but turn and face the mirror," Evelyn said as she left the room. Martin followed till they were near the mirror. "Ready and one, two, three..." Martin did the steps as Evelyn clapped in rhythm. Like before he was flawless, but this time he was adorably cute through the glide and shuffle then did the curtsey with a bow. "Well," Evelyn asked. "Well what?" Martin answered. "So where were you looking honey?" Evelyn asked. Martin smiled with a blush on his face that was unmistaken. She knew exactly where he'd been looking "Exactly," Evelyn said. "Never once saw your face did you? Okay, we're done. Let me bag your street clothes. You can leave in our outfit, and I'll see you Tuesday at 3 o'clock sharp. Meanwhile I want you to practice those steps till you've got them down pat. okay?" "Yes ma'am," Martin said petrified he was going to leave her place for Helen's apartment dressed the way he was. "And don't take the stairs," Evelyn said. "What? Why?" Martin asked. That was going to be his plan. He was going to sneak down the stairs and not the elevator to Helen's floor then dart to Helen's apartment. "So you get used to being out dressed like that," Evelyn said. Chapter First Tip "Oh my God, I can't stop looking at you," Helen said when she and Martin came into the apartment dressed like Shirley Temple. He felt like he was blushing again but he knew he was already red from the small adventure he'd had coming from Evelyn's place. Just then the phone rang. "Hold on a second. Hello? Yes, he just stepped into the kitchen! Yes, he is adorable. Very definitely passable as a little girl. Oh really? I will. What's it called? Glide, shuffle, curtsey and bow. Got it. Thanks Evelyn," Helen said hanging up the phone. "Okay, show me those steps." Martin blushing anew went through his routine this time holding the skirt between his fingertip and thumb. He felt suddenly girlish in front of Helen, cute in fact. Something about her made him feel differently, more suitably dressed in her presence as he tried to twirl and failed. She laughed and he joined it. "I need to practice." "You do and make sure it's in that outfit," Helen said. I will," Martin said blushing. "Oh, I forgot. Margret brought your Amazon order up, it's in your room." "My computer," Martin said excitedly. Martin suddenly didn't care what he was wearing as he opened the box on his bed and began unpacking the boxes within. His laptop took a few minutes to unpack first. Martin knew what computer to get but based on Helen's recommendation he ordered his Vaio 13 inch lap top in pink with a matching pink ipod. He got his memory stick out and began downloading the information he'd encrypted the day he'd been caught. He put that in a file and set that file into another that went into an encrypted timed file. He now had to reset the clock on the stick every night at 10 o'clock or the stick and file on his computer were wiped. With that done he quickly started his search. It took ten minutes to find the runs for that week that the gang would be making. Martin looked at goggle maps. The gang had expanded a little more and was using foot traffic, this time through the Otay Mesa's port of entry. It was in the San Diego-Tijuana metropolitan region. Thousands went through to shop at Wal-mart. Ten women carrying half a key each were using the connection between Otay Mesa in the City of San Diego with the Otay Centenario borough of Tijuan tomorrow between three and four. Martin looked up the Los Angeles police phone number and their web page. He dialed into that, then into their email server and finally into their offices. It took him another five minutes to find out which of the dozen police departments did drug gang interdictions. Then he went to the Los Angeles District Attorney's web site and did the same finding a contact there. Martin sent his first anonymous tip to Hazel Pederson, Assistant District Attorney through a server he found in Nome Alaska that was getting backed up by the Nome school district. Martin got a reply to verify his information which simply verified that Hazel got his email. He closed his lap top and got up to stand in front of his mirror. He did a twirl. It wasn't much as tips go but every little bit helped he mused as he fluffed his skirts and slips and did another curtsey. Martin was lifting his skirts and slips to look at his lacy ruffled panties just as Helen came to his door to let him know dinner was ready. He had left it slightly open in his haste to open his computer. Helen had stopped, peered in, watched a second, smiled and turned back for the kitchen. Boys she mused. Meanwhile Hazel Pederson, Assistant District Attorney was reading her email again for the fourth time. According to the tip she got five keys at half a key each were coming in by way of ten women through Otay tomorrow between three and four. All of them would be wearing orange bandanas and holding babies in slings. Hazel decided to treat the tip as real. Martin had made sure that the gang got feedback on that tip by way of a phone call from the Los Angeles drug enforcement unit. As part of the emails sent, one went to the LA police unit requesting they leave a brief message on a particular number that simply said "Olay in Otay". That would signify that the police got all ten women. What that phone call was really intended to do was put the blame on a rapist and murderer in the gang and divert attention away from outside their ranks. It worked. After the ten women were caught and the ten diapers were discovered to have a half key of dope each the police dialed that number and left the massage. The man kept screaming his innocence even as the fishing boat left the LA dock that night. A few hours before that happened Helen was back in the kitchen smiling as she turned to call for Martin to come and eat. She had gone and fetched a cute white, very crisp pinafore to put over Martin's Shirley Temple outfit as he came into the kitchen. "So Shirley Temple did you get your computer all set up," Helen asked as she helped him into his pinafore. Martin smiled at the irony of the name Helen used because that's the one he'd used at the end of his email when he sent it. That was his new code name. "This is so odd," Hazel Pederson said to no one in particular among the group of Assistant District Attorneys she was sitting with. "What is?" someone asked. "The signoff at the bottom of this email," Hazel said. "What's it read?" "From The Good Ship Lollypop! Shirley Temple," Hazel said. "That is odd? What's it mean?" "I have no idea," Hazel said. "Was it as good tip?" "It was a very good tip," Hazel said. Chapter Every Nook And Cranny Benny Sanest, AKA Scar, was obsessed with finding Martin. He knew someone in the area was hiding him. It had been two months since he'd been seen last but he also knew he hadn't left the area, or pretty sure he hadn't. Benny also knew that if he didn't find that memory stick the Don was going to have his head on a pike. "What haven't we searched?" Benny asked standing in front of the map. "There is still that women's hotel," one of his gang members said. "I know, was saving that for last. The Don likes the place. We toss it and piss off the ladies there and it gets back to him that they are mad and it's our ass. Okay, I'll ask his permission to search it," Benny said. "We'll go tomorrow. Get ten of your best and make sure you pick guys with a little common sense." The two cars pulled up in front of the beauty parlor and main lobby. Helen was the first to see them in the middle of a perm in the Sparkles Beauty Parlor. She called Sandy Sikes, the Manager who called Evelyn. Evelyn came out of the office as she considered what to do about it. In the two months that Martin had been taking his dance lessons he was now tap dancing a complete routine nearly perfectly. His makeup was flawless and once a week he was spending an hour happily in a chair at Sparkles Beauty Parlor getting his fingers and toes done. He was doing his own makeup and that too was flawless. The phone rang twice then stopped. That was Helen dialing to warn her that they were coming to the top floor. They had speculated that the gang members would start at the top and work their way to the basement. Evelyn walked over the other four girls that were learning a routine for their school. Their mother's were sitting on folding chairs watching them dance to their music. Martin's music came through a set of Bluetooth eadbuds from his phone clipped to his sash. Evelyn was looking through the window of the studio door when the first gang member came out of the elevator. "Mary Beth," Evelyn said lifting the headset away from Martin's ears. She called him that whenever anyone was around and with the other four girls and their mothers in the studio he was Mary Beth. Mary Beth signed the letter "Y" for yes. That too was coming along. Martin had been learning the American Sign Language and had been practicing that so he didn't have to speak. "We are about to be searched," Evelyn said in a very low voice. "I want you to start your routine from the top and not pay any attention to it okay?" Martin turned to see the ten men split at the elevator with five coming towards the dance studio. He gave Evelyn the okay sign and lifted the phone from his dress to press the song to start playing over again. His confidence was striking as he began to toe tap and slid his left foot back ignoring the guys now filing in. They ignore him and the other girls and one went to Evelyn to inform her of the search. They went from the studio into the office and costume room and into the apartment. Then one by one they came out from the apartment door having searched through that part. Each passed the window of the studio as Martin pretending not to pay attention, paid attention. Martin happily danced as the five walked down the hall. Every office was searched. The building took an hour before the men got into their two cars and drove off. Helen called Evelyn to alert Martin that the coast was clear as she told the girls she'd be back later. Helen called Sandy as well before rushing to the elevator in anticipation of greeting Martin. "I've got to go change," Martin said after the four girls and their mother's left. It was Evelyn's last appointment for the day. "I understand," Evelyn said kissing Martin as he kissed her back. For the first time since he began wearing the diapers under his panties he'd wet himself. He'd been too nervous to use the bathroom fearing that he'd be on the toilet when one of the gang members might walk in. Chapter A New Chapter There were two elevators in the Hotel Martin's ding at the same instance that's Helen's ding on the same floor. Both elevators opened at the same instant as both stepped into the hallway. It wasn't until they faced each other that their relief became truly known. Helen swooped Martin into her arms and hugged him as his feet dangled. She was crushing his dress and slips around the back of his legs when she lowered him a little so her face met his. It was in that instant that they kissed. At first it was a reflection of that relief they felt that a great danger had passed. Then suddenly something else took hold as Martin's body reacted to the embrace. Helen's lips parted and their tongues met. "I'm wet," Martin whispered. "I'm getting wet to," Helen whispered back mistaken what Martin meant. Marten suddenly understood what had happened just then but didn't attempt to correct it. Helen turned for the apartment keeping Martin in her arms. He kept his arms around her neck hoping what he imagined might happen would happen as Helen keyed the door. She pushed her way in and closed the door before walking instantly to his room. She only paused there a moment to grab another diaper before heading to her room. "This has been a fantasy of mine since we put these in the cart," Helen said laying Martin on her bed and dropping the diaper alongside. "Maybe not a long I suppose but it's mine too now," Martin said looking at the diaper laying next to him. His erection was throbbing inside his diaper. There was a mixture of relief and lust driving him to pull back his skirt and slips as Helen bent over him. Helen pulled his first pair of panties down far enough to expose the second pair then those too were pulled down to expose the tapes of the diaper. Both tapes were pulled together after the panties were pulled down and off. Martin spread his legs to allow Helen room to pull the sodden diaper free. Martin couldn't see what was happening with his skirts and slips gathered in front of his face but the warm wash cloth made what was happening obvious till she brought the diaper under him completely. Martin had felt the fresh diaper go under him but with it the pangs of disappointment. When the diaper came between his legs he began to realize that his fantasy might not be turning out as he'd hoped. That hope renewed abruptly when he suddenly felt her wet tongue circle his penis. It was a combination of sensations as both hands slid under his dress and slips. They pushed along his belly till they reached his nipples to tease them as hard as her tongue was teasing his erection. She pinched both nipples lightly as she slid her mouth down his length. She continued that way till he exploded in a flurry of weakening pulses that made him bury his face within his dress. Long after the last pulse he felt the fresh diaper close. When he finally did sit up she was changing her own panties but looking back. He saw the device on the floor with her soiled pair. "What is that?" Marti asked as she picked it up with the soiled panties after fixing her skirt. "Think of it as your penis honey," Helen said. "It's actually a vibrator." "And that works for you?" Martin asked. "Yes. Even better now," Helen said. "Maybe even better later on, If I can convince you to take this a little further?" "Like what?" Martin asked. "Like maybe nurse a breast while you're diapered and I'm using that," Helen said. "So how does that work? You want me to pretend I'm a baby," Martin said. "And you're a mommy?" "I do," Helen said in a softer tone. "Can we try that now?" Martin asked. "I have a different kind of diaper for you to wear? Would that be okay?" Helen asked. "I don't care what I wear as long as I can nurse your breast," Martin said standing to remove his dress. He stepped towards Helen's vanity and a chair in the corner and undid the back of his dress before gently lifting it off. Helen removed his bow and laid that on her vanity. Helen meanwhile had gone to her closet. There was a bag on the floor that she bent to pick up. She put it on the vanity bench and rummaged in it a moment before coming out with a cloth diaper. She followed with a pair of rumba panties with white ruffles edged in a pink ribbon. There was a tiny pink bow decorated the second layer of ruffle. "Those are cute," Martin said. "I'm guessing they are lined in plastic panties?" "Just like a baby girls," Helen said as she came out with a card that had diaper pins on it. She opened two pins before sitting the card down. Helen folded the diaper on the bed. "This is turning me on," Martin said. "This is turning me on as well," Helen said as she let her skirt drop. She moved to the bathroom and returned wiping the device that she sat on her dresser before opening the second dresser drawer. She lifted a baby doll top that she went into. It was clearly designed to be loose enough to expose a breast. Martin lifted the straps of his bouffant slip up and off his shoulders to allow for his slip to fall to the floor near his dress now resting on the chair. He was mildly excited again as he imagined nursing those breast she uncovered when she unhooked and removed her lavender bra. They were substantial as she pulled the baby doll top on, but what drove his erection to throb again was his own baby top. "Where did you get that?" Martin asked. It wasn't actually a top so much as a baby dress Martin realized as the bonnet came out of the bag a moment after. "Marilyn Tanner. She's a Seamstress here in the building. Don't worry, I told her it was for Halloween," Helen said laying the top on the bed before lifting the bonnet from the bag. "Ready?" Helen asked holding lotion in her hand after laying baby powder alongside the ruffled rumba panties lined in baby pants. "Absolutely," Martin said shocked at his eagerness to be dressed like a baby girl until he realized it was just as much a chance to nurse those soft breast now hidden under those silken layers of nylon that moved over him as he lay beneath her. "Never thought I'd be saying that." "Never thought I'd be doing this," Helen said turning from her dresser. She had opened her panties and slid the wide device in after flipping a small sliding switch to on. It used small hearing aid batteries down the center and only the tip vibrated, but inside it as it pressed gently against her clitoris it was enough. Helen shivered as she moved to put Martin in his little pink baby dress and bonnet first while he was still in his disposable diaper. She kissed him several times within the cloud of pleasure she was already feeling as she gently pushed him back to lay down. She put her hand over his diaper and circled it a little bringing his erection back with a vengeance. Martin didn't notice the baby's pacifier till the rubber nipple touched his lips. "What?" "Just to get you used to nursing honey," Helen said teasing the pacifier into his mouth till it was all the way to the plastic stop. Martin nursed. What the hell he mused. His satin bonnet with the ribbons already tied into a bow under his chin was more than babyish enough to make a complaint silly. His dress felt adorable and the layers as girlish as his Shirley Temple dress as Helen undid his disposable. He lifted his bottom for it to go and held it up for the cloth diaper to come under him. The cloth diaper held a soaker that he'd only noticed in passing but felt it now as he settled over it. The disposable had been noticeably thick when he first began wearing it but they were nothing compared to the thickness of the diaper she was pinning him into. He had no idea how many layers he was now wearing but it felt like dozens and it was at least double the thickness of his disposable. The only good thing was she kept playing with him through all the steps. She teased him when she applied the baby lotion. She made him feel as if he was being electrocuted when she circled his tip with her thumb. It was incredibly erotic when she oiled him around his testicles and then covered him in baby powder. He could definitely do this a few times more he mused as she pinned his diaper closed. Even those sweet girlish rumba panties and their crinkling turned him on when she eased them over his feet and down his legs. What was it about being transformed into a baby girl that so turned him on he wondered as he kept nursing the warm rubber nipple in his mouth. He was sure it had something to do with those breast but he was also sure he liked his dresses of late. He loved being a kind of look-a-like Shirley Temple. He liked looking like a little girl and knew it from the start. He Knew Helen liked it as well and he suspected Evelyn liked it too but he hadn't know about this and this was wonderful. This was a whole new chapter as Helen moved to lay on the bed next to him. "Come here baby girl," Helen whispered as she patted her lap and lifted her top to expose her breast. A whole new chapter, Martin mused as he crawled over to Helen's lap and let the pacifier fall to hang on the ribbon it was attached to. He rolled over onto his back and allowed himself to settled in before Helen helped him clamp onto her left breast. He had enjoyed nursing the pacifier but it was nothing compared to her breast as he sucked on the warm nipple. He felt a finger searching its way between his thigh and diaper as he closed his eyes. He could get used to his he mused as she began to stroke him. Chapter The Third Tip "We got it. We got all of it," Deputy Andrews had said to Assistant District Attorney Hazel Pederson when she answered. It was her third tip that Hazel had passed on. That last was on another shipment coming in by way of Nogales in Santa Cruz County, Arizona. But that one had came with a caveat. Whoever it was tipping Hazel said no more tips till they got some of that reward money. Oddly they didn't want the money for themselves, they wanted it to go to a hotel in LA. The Hotel California. "So how are we going to know when this so called Shirley Temple tipster is happy or not?" LA District Attorney Adam Watts asked. He had agreed to the interdiction money for what he'd been told was for renovations to some old hotel. Now he was wondering what had happened after they had paid the reward. Hazel Pederson wasn't sure. All she was sure about was that this girl, code named Shirley Temple, would contact her once she confirmed that the hotel got the money. Sandy Sikes was looking at two separate cashier's checks from the District Attorney's office. One was for $128,000 and the second was for $500. The first had an attached invoice that read for interdiction reward to be used for renovations. The second was for an individual To Be Identified for dolls and clothes. Sandy smiled at the note when she handed it to Martin who was sitting alongside Helen. "How did you do this?" Sandy Sikes wanted to know as she handed Martin the cashier's check for $500. "Doesn't matter. What matters is that you've got enough to bring the hotel up to code," Martin said. "More than enough. Contractors said it would take just under $100,000," Sandy said getting up from her desk to walk around and kiss Martin. He was in one of his day outfits as he endorsed the second check. Sandy would put it into her Pay Pal account and transfer it into his. "So what's next for you?" "Well, until the gang is gone, I'm still underground but I think I've got a plan for that," Martin said smiling at Helen who smiled back. Chapter Good Ship Lollypop And Swat "We're going to need help, lots of help on this one," Hazel Pederson said coming into the District Attorney's office. "What's up?" Adam Watts asked. "I just heard from Shirley Temple," Hazel said. "First she said thanks for the money and next she said she's giving us the whole gang, lock stock and barrel." "What?" Adam Watts repeated. "We get it all and it's local. Buildings, drugs, cash, cars, trucks and according to the email two Go boats and three homes," Hazel said. "You're kidding?" "Nope and it's all ours whenever we give her the word," Hazel said. "And how do we get the word to her?" Adam Watts asked. "That's the interesting part believe it or not. I've been told we are to drop a ten dollar bill in the bucket of a Busker or street performer that will be performing a tap dancing routine tomorrow exactly at 10 o'clock. It's one time only. On the ten dollar bill we are to write in red 'it's a go.'" "Wait a second," Adam said. "I got the when but I'm not sure on the who or where yet?" "Who is, and you're going to love this, is of course Shirley Temple," Hazel said. "And where is on her star along the Hollywood walk of Fame among the five pointed stars. I had the city locate that one in particular for me and it's at 1500 Vine street in front of the Chase Bank. "Of course," Adam said. "Shirley Temple on the Shirley Temple star who else and where else so let me guess what she's doing? Good Ship Lollypop?" "Not sure, but I wouldn't wager against that," Hazel said laughing. "So, you want me to drop the ten in the bucket?" "Are you kidding? To take a whole gang out," Adam said as he opened his wallet and pulled a ten from it. He opened his desk and found a pen that wrote in red and wrote down the words 'it's a go-'" "Are you sure you want to do this?" Evelyn asked as Martin sat to do his makeup. "Only way I'm going to be free of these guys is to bust the whole lot of them and I want to be there when it goes down. And the only way I can do that without anyone paying attention is to be just another performer - right?" Martin said as he drew a little blush up his cheek. "You've come so damn far," Evelyn said. "And you certainly know the dance moves. I'd say at least as good as Shirley did." "And cute enough," Helen noted touching Martin's nose. "Just keep an eye out for that ten dollar bill," Martin said. "I will," Evelyn said. "Me too," Helen said. "And then what?" "Then I take a break, got into the van, log in and give Hazel the address for swat. Hopefully they then do their thing and it's over. So how do I look?" "Like a ten year old version of Shirley Temple," Helen said kissing Martin lightly so she didn't mess up his lip gloss. Martin had fixed a small cart with a battery driven cassette player with the music to the song Good Ship Lollypop on it including two fairly nice speakers. Martin also included a two gallon bucket in white plastic for the money. "All set?" Martin asked as he included the laptop to the cart. They drove to Sunset Boulevard as close to the bank as possible and sat a moment to scan the area. After a pause Helen got out to come around and open the side door to help Martin bring the cart out to move it to the Walk Of Fame Shirley Temple Star. Martin was already gathering bystanders as onlookers just with his outfit. Street performers were commonplace in Los Angeles but not in that part and there were only a few tourist. Most of the pedestrian traffic were locals going about the day as Martin made preparations for the music to start. It was about three minutes to ten. Martin started tapping his feet even before the music started to warm up. A women in her mid fifties dropped a dollar into the bucket as she walked buy for no other reason that her own. She kept walking as Martin turned his bottom towards traffic and bent over to turn the cassette on. The speakers started playing the tune "Good Ship" instantly and Martin turned to face the street to begin dancing. Helen and Evelyn had folding chairs with another for Martin and both sat as Martin tapped danced to the song. People coming into and out of the bank paused, some lingering, some only a moment. Others walking down the sidewalk stopped. A small crowed formed as Martin went through the routine Evelyn had taught him. The soft disposable diaper gently chafed and caressed him under his costume panties in a nice way as he tapped danced to and fro in front of a growing crowed. "Do you think that's her?" Adam asked as he and Helen watched the young girl dancing from across the parking lot. "Our tipster? God no. She's ten, if that? I'm guessing it's one of those two sitting behind her," Hazel said. "I'm going to go drop the money. Are we good to go?" "I've got two swat teams trucks lined up just waiting," Adam said. "Okay, here I go," Hazel said leaving the car. Hazel waited for traffic then crossed. She paused, made eye contact with Helen first, then Evelyn believing it was one of them that was her contact then flashed the ten so they could see the writing. She bent to drop it into the bucket as Martin danced. "Money's in!" Swat had a spotter on the twelfth floor of the building in the lot Hazel and Adam had parked in. He was watching the little girl dancing and the two women plus the surroundings. He watched Hazel make her way back to DA Adam. "Nothing is happening yet," the Swat spotter noted. "Dancer has stopped, bowing. Looks like she's taking a break with the other two women. They're moving off to a green van. Nothing else in the area." "Hold everyone, I've got a message coming in," Hazel said over the radio. "Text! It's Shirley Temple confirming. We've got a location. Okay, listen up. It's a florist shop, half a block South, that's one half South. Included is a welding shop. There is a side entrance and parking area behind. Swat Spotter can you confirm this?" "Roger that I've got that location exactly as described. Two heavyweights in front, one in back. Wait, two more at a card table also in back," Swat spotter noted. Team One you're in front, Team Two you're in the back. Air one you're in on my mark at 10, 9, 8.... 1... breach, breach, breach the swat team leader yelled. LAPD had stopped traffic in six different directions two minutes before the raid. Air confirmed no auto traffic and foot officers confirmed no pedestrians. Undercover officers had infiltrated seven businesses and blocked the doors at the start of the countdown prevented any foot traffic. There were eleven gang members in the two buildings. There were normally fifteen in the gang. One had been arrested leaving three that were out when they were hit. All were taken without a shot. The tip was given with locations on Drugs and cash and most importantly books. It was discovered, to the delight of almost everyone but the mob, that Donny liked scrap booking. For a shot at witness protection he agreed to become a witness for the prosecution. The District Attorney's office took $2.7 million in cash from the local safe and another $1.4 million from two houses. They took deeds on two homes, the buildings on Sunset, two Go boats and a cabin cruiser, another semi truck, some cars and a warehouse worth of furniture and equipment. Nearly everyone was convicted, most on pleas because of the evidence, and the lightest sentence was five years. Within six months the gang was history. There was an exchange of emails now that it was safe to do so and for a month or so things were quiet. Then the email address @shirleytoetap got an request from Hazel marked urgent. Hazel wanted to meet. Said it was critical and she was positive it would be worthwhile. Hazel also noted, for the sake of "Shirley Temple" the tipster, that none of the gang members were on the street. Martin and Helen talked about it and agreed to let Hazel into their lives. Hazel got Helen and Martin's phone number and address and an invitation for a visit. Chapter Meet Shirley Temple The Boy Martin's own hair had been permed and he was keeping it curled like Shirley Temple's simply because he liked it that way and with the hair bows it looked adorable. Martin hadn't seen pants in months and could almost go the while day in panties without an erection but he had to masturbate first thing, or rather Helen did and he'd change by noon to his padded panties if he went "Shirley Temple". That was what he called it when he wore his toddler style dresses that were just long enough to cover his panties. Marilyn Tanner the Seamstress in 312 had made him a dozen training panties that were delightful to wear. They were nylon panties lined in a cushioned diaper material sandwiched between a layer of satin so he felt like he was wearing panties. It had taken some getting used to and he couldn't put them on without masturbating first, nor could he practice dancing in them, but they were great for going out when he and Helen went shopping. That's what he was wearing when the doorbell rang. Martin was in silent mode when he answered. It was Hazel and with her was her boss Adam Watts, the LA District Attorney. Martin, in keeping with his role as a mute signed H.E.L.L.O. and invited them in. Helen came to the edge of the kitchen and smiled at the two inviting them to sit as she removed her apron. She and Martin had agreed to keep up Martin's charade till they knew what was up. "Mary can hear right," Hazel asked. "Yes, she's mute, not deaf," Helen said looking at Martin. "Then let me first turn it over to my boss then I'll show you what I've got and talk about why we wanted to meet," Hazel said. "Right," Adam said opening his own briefcase and pulling a check out to hand to Helen. "This is a result so far of the net proceeds we've managed to recover from that original raid. In conservative numbers it was $4.1 million. We think we'll see another $500 thousand to another million when all is said and done but so far that's what we've got. That puts the reward at $410,000." "You're kidding," Helen said shaking her head and looking at Martin who was grinning from ear to ear. "No, and you earned every dime of it. Largest bust this city has ever had that's netted anything of value and like I said, it's still coming in," Adam noted. "Which I'll turn back over to Hazel." Hazel had opened her own briefcase and had pulled a binder out to hand to Helen. Helen took it, opened it and immediately was confused by the numbers. She leaned to Martin who looked at a string of zeros and ones in groups across and down a page that had been neatly written. "Does any of that make sense?" Hazel asked. Martin recognized it immediately as swing code. Swing code was actually a fairly simply code that he'd learned in school playing with others on line. It worked as if you were on a swing going back and forth. He was looking at a bit string which was a simple binary code representing text. The string represented a binary number that translated into a decimal number which turned out to be 97. If you take 97 and divide that by 26 which is the number of letters in the alphabet you get three with a remainder of 19. That's 26, 26, 26 and 19. The swing part came by going from a to z then swinging from z to a till you found the letter you wanted. For example, in the case of 97 you go a to z, as one, swing back z to a as two, swing back again a to z as the three then for that remainder 19 count from z to the nineteenth letter, which is "h". So that first string was a binary code that turned out to be 97 which was a swing code of 26-26-26-19 or a-z, z-a, a-z, h or 97=h. Martin had solved their puzzle but wasn't sure how to tell them about it. He studied it for a moment more on how to do the whole page. Martin would have to spend an hour or so writing a program that would translate the binary code into numbers then do those swings and translations into letters then from there he'd have to figure out what the strings of letters meant but he was sure as he was figuring it all out that it was a routing code for banks. It came to him then. These were banks or more specifically accounts in banks. Martin looked at Helen who raised her eyebrows at him. "You know?" Helen asked. Martin shook his head yes, and nodded for the bedroom. "Would you excuse us`?" Helen asked sitting the binder down. "Of course," Hazel said. "We've got to tell them who I am," Martin said. "I was thinking the same thing," Helen said. "Because I don't have a clue. Besides, it's silly now that the danger has passed. So did you solve it?" "I did. It's a bank code. Each page is a bank and an account," Martin said. "There has got to be fifteen pages there," Helen said. "I know, "Martin said. "Ten percent," Helen said. "I know. My goose bumps have goose bumps," Martin said. "Ready?" Helen said. "Yes," Martin said following Helen. "How many people know about us?" Helen asked. "No one outside of me and Adam, why?" Hazel asked. "Because I'm not Shirley Temple, and you need to meet her or rather him to crack this code," Helen said. "I don't follow you," Helen said. "If you're not Shirley Temple, then who is? And I guess more importantly how do we get in touch with her? Wait? Did you say him? What does that mean?" "I'd like you both to meet Martin, AKA Mary Beth, Code named Shirley Temple," Helen said. "Hi," Martin said. "Jesus," Adam whispered under his breath. "This isn't possible," Hazel said. "You can't be older than ten." "Actually I'm eighteen," Martin said getting up and walking over to a small box on the shelf between books and opened it. It was his student ID card. "Pulled this a couple of nights ago." It was taken when he was seventeen so there was some differences but the likeness was there. "I'm seeing it but I still don't believe it. I saw you dancing on the street that day. You were perfect," Hazel said. "I'm serious. It was flawless. You're flawless right now." "This is all thanks to her and a woman at the top of this hotel that taught me all of it. They saved my life when I broke away from the gang," Martin said. "Boy I'll bet you're anxious to get out of those things," Adam said trying not to look at the panties anymore. "That's for another time," Martin said. "So did you solve it?" Hazel asked. "I did," Martin said. "And?" "Banks and accounts," Martin said. "It's going to take some doing to write a translator but it's doable. I should have your first bank cracked in a couple of days." "Same deal as before," Adam said. "Ten percent finders fee." "I'll set up a bank account," Martin said. "Might be better if you don't go in dressed like that," Hazel said laughing. Martin hugged Hazel, but took Adam's hand in a guy to guy hand shake. Adam was badly shaken when he left. "I need to go change, I'm soaked. Every time that damn DA looked at my panties I started dripping," Martin said snickering. "Really? Oh my gosh, Martin, you're so naughty," Helen said reaching over and sliding her hand under his dress. "But you're right, you're as hard as you've ever been? Does this mean you're switching to the other side?" "No, I think it meant I don't really care who's hand it belongs to," Martin said snickering as Helen fondled him. She kissed then broke it off. "Well then, come with me and you can pretend it's the District Attorney fondling you in your fresh diaper." Chapter Babies Auntie And Martin's New Dress "Come on, let's go pick your baby outfit and I'll go get you a bottle and get myself ready," Helen said getting up to go to the kitchen. Martin jumped up excitedly. He had four baby outfits that Marilyn Tanner the Seamstress had made for him. That came about when Helen had convinced her, or thought she had, to make a costume for Halloween. Helen had asked Marilyn to make a baby dress, bonnet and ruffled panties for the boy she now had staying with her. She had mentioned she'd like a cloth diaper along with lining those ruffled panties in soft plastic like real rumba panties. Marilyn wasn't that far out of touch and asked Helen if she was a dominate mommy type. Helen admitted she was. Helen got an adorable baby slip to go with the baby dress for her honesty. A couple of weeks later, over tea, Helen shared her experience with Marilyn without giving up too much detail. Marilyn purchased her own vibrator a day after that. It had surprised Martin that day when he knocked on her door to request "another costume" and was greeted so warmly. He was dressed in one of his Shirley Temple outfits and moving about the hotel freely by that time and most every one knew him so he wasn't as petrified by then. He was nervous nonetheless, but Marilyn put him at ease immediately with tea. Marilyn had books and books of images and a lot of those for babies and toddlers with at least half girls. Martin's heart rate was soaring by the third catalog of images covering outfits that she was capable of making for him. Martin settled on a Bishop style baby dress made of slipper satin with a layer of chiffon. Marilyn took half an hour to measure him in detail and she paid close attention to the measurements for his "little rumba panties" noting how terribly hard he was when she brushed him several times. She was positive he was soaked by the time he left there. Marilyn was soaked when she went to her room and slipped the vibrator in. Marilyn worked almost around the clock to finish the dress and panties and the diaper was to die for. It was Birdseye cotton but brushed soft and made specifically for baby blankets instead of diapers. She used that because of the texture. She also sandwiched the diaper materials between soft cushiony batting that was a half inch thick so if martin tried walking he'd have to waddle. The Bishop style pink outfit had no waist, puffy sleeves and a cute Peter Pan collar to go with an adorable bonnet that closed with a one inch wide pink ribbon. Between the ribbon and lace there was no edge that hadn't been feminized or babied in some way. Martin hadn't asked for them but she'd made booties lined in cotton with satin to match the dress. She included two diaper pins with pink rabbets covering the safety tips, along with a clip on pacifier ribbon to hold the baby pacifier to the dress. She added a light pink baby bottle she filled with juice that she put on the coffee table on the day he was suppose to show for his fitting. There were wipes, baby lotion and baby powder also on the coffee table when the door bell rang. "Just got everything laid out for you to try on," Marilyn said opening the door for Martin. His fantasies had gotten the best of him for the two days between his measurements and her call but he'd been shocked by the call. He'd expected days, maybe a week before it would be ready. Martin had masturbated before he got dressed and had expected to remain in his slip and panties for the fitting but that wasn't going to happen he discovered as he came in. "There was a large baby blanket opened on the floor of her living room with a very light pink diaper opened in the middle of it. It was clearly lined in a shimmering pink satin and there were two diaper pins opened next to it. Laying alongside were rumba panties with an exquisite gathering of laced ruffles and lacy leg openings. Martin's heart was racing. Did she really expect to diaper him? Yes he mused seeing the wipes, lotion and powder on the coffee table and then he saw the other stuff. The baby bottle had juice in it. This was not going to be an ordinary fitting. The dress was draped over the back of the couch and next to that a slip to match and next to that the bonnet. What made him gasp though were the booties and then draping the arm rest of the coach that clip on pacifier. It was an entire head to toe outfit. She was expecting to dress him.... Now what? "Are you ready honey?" Marilyn asked. She stepped forward close enough to violate his space if he didn't allow it but he didn't move. He didn't speak. He wasn't sure he could or if he even wanted to for fear she'd say no or stop. He'd been a little confused, somewhat scared, a tiny bit turned off then overwhelmed with desire. He wanted so badly to be in all of it and by her hand that he just stood there and nodded. "Here let Auntie do all this," Marilyn said reaching back to undo the single button that closed his dress. She removed his hair bow and guided his arms out a little before slipping the dress to fall to his shoes. She slid the straps down and the slip fell as well. She bent to a knee and he stepped back out of his shoes and socks and the slip and dress bundled on the floor. It all went on a chair. He was still in his pull on diaper when she took his hand and walked him to the blanket. She positioned him just in front of the diaper and pulled the disposable down to his feet before she helped him down to the diaper. His disposable went with his other clothes before she returned to gently spread his legs over the silken diaper now resting under his bottom. God it felt so sensuous he mused as it shifted with a soft swish. If sounded like a skirt over a taffeta slip when he moved even slightly as she took up the baby bottle first to tip it to his mouth. It was grape he noted at the first drops were teased down his throat when his tongue pressed on the soft rubber nipple. He held the baby bottle with two hands as he felt the sensation of her warm hands caressing his genitals and penis with lotion. "Such a good baby," she cooed topping baby powder over him after wiping her hands with a baby wipe. She rubbed between his thighs then over his belly button then his own nipples, teasing both with a finger. The soft lavender smell reaching his nostril mixed with the notion of nursing a baby's bottle and getting diapered to cause an outrage of emotions. She was treating him just like a baby as she brought the diaper over an erection that was now pounding to match his heart. She pushed a hand gently on top of the diaper while the other brought the back to the front. She joined the left side and pinned it closed and did the same to the right just as she might a baby and he nursed through the whole diapering. She drew her fingernails along his waist as she was pretending to adjust it but she was teasing him now that he was diapered and in pink satin no less. "So pretty in pink," she said picking up the rumba panties and shaking those over his face so he could see the ruffles across the bottom and around the legs. There was a hint of white plastic inside as they moved showing the baby pants part under the shimmering panty part. Baby and girl mixed together to cover his diaper he thought as she eased them over his feet that he was holding up for her. "So obedient and disciplined. Lift your bottom precious and let's turn you into a girl baby." She was far more demeaning or was it just being truthful? He was laying there, voluntarily he reminded himself, in a pink exaggerated diaper nursing a baby's bottle full of juice and cooperating fully as a women slip rumba panties over that diaper. But was it all that demeaning he wondered as his penis slide inside the silken fluff that at any minute threatened to explode in unrestrained pleasure. There wasn't a second of this that he didn't enjoy and it began during the terror of that morning in the midst of those women at the beauty parlor. He was too small to be a boy, but the perfect size to be this woman and Helen's sissy baby he mused as she fitted those rumba panties in place. "So adorable," Marilyn whispered. "Would you like to get off with Auntie. She's so close herself?" Martin nodded just as Marilyn closed her eyes and began to gently rub Martin in circles over his silken panties and diaper. It couldn't have been more than a couple of rotations before he exploded into this diaper and there was no other way to describe it as he pumped forcefully against the satin fluff and firmness of her hand. He moaned which seemed to solicited her own because when he looked past his baby bottle her head tossed back. "I'd forgotten how wonderful that was," Marilyn whispered as she continued to draw small slow circles over Martin's softening penis. It was growing flaccid as her own sensations grew less and less powerful. He continued to nurse but the urge to do so wasn't as great as she grabbed his booties and slipped them over his feet. She had him sit for his slip and dress and finally his bonnet then laid him back down to finish his baby bottle. When his baby bottle was done she helped him stand but then swapped the pacifier clipped to his dress before walking him to her bedroom for the mirror. "So do you like your outfit?" Marilyn asked. "I love it," Martin said removing his pacifier to speak. "Would it be okay if I make another outfit and keep it here so I can be your auntie again?" Marilyn asked. "I'd really like that as well," Martin said. Chapter Who's Your Daddy "Hey, where's your head at?" Helen asked. Martin was staring off into space as if transfixed on something well beyond the walls. "What? Oh, I was just thinking back to that second outfit Marilyn made for me. That one she made that she had me try on at her place." "Are you talking about the one that she made for you right after I told her about my vibrator." "That's the one," Martin said snickering. "She told me," Helen said laughing. "We had tea that very next day. My stars, the woman climaxed again just telling me about it. She knew your baby dresses were not costumes." "No kidding! Took me fifteen minutes to rinse that new diaper when I got back here," Martin said snickering. "And now look at you. From that to having fantasies over the District Attorney fondling you in your little outfits," Helen said. "I'm not," Martin said. "I'm just horny is all." "Right," Helen said. "And you just want daddy to pull your panties down and change your diaper is that it?" "Will you stop," Martin said. "Well, it's pretty obvious that whoever it is someone is going to need to do it before you start your little project or you'll never get anything done," Helen said. "I'm afraid you're right," Martin said grinning. "Here, lay down and I'll change you and let you get to it. I'm curious as hell to find out what's on those pages." "Me too," Martin said laying on the bed after gathering his dress and slip up and around his chest. Helen grabbed a diaper from Martin's closet. She knew he'd be playing on the computer so he'd go in one of the cloud brand disposables and a pair of snap on plastic panties. She smiled wickedly deciding to tease him a little before diapering him. She put the thick night time diaper under him before she pulled the panties down and his pull on off exposing his erection. She grabbed lotion and a latex glove and lathered her glove before wrapping her hand around Martin's penis. She gently pulled up once then slid to his base. "Who's your daddy little girl?" Helen said in a deep voice. "What?" Martin started to say as he began to ejaculate into her gloved hand. She had quickened her pace to get him off quickly and he did before registering what she had said. The image of the District Attorney standing between his legs getting him off rippled into his imagination as he exploded into Helen's gloved hand. "Okay, that was weird," Martin said after changing him as Helen pulled his baby slip over his head. She had put him into a fresh disposable and covered it in ruffled panties that matched his lavender dress and bonnet. "What was weird," Helen said helping him into the taffeta Bishop style dress before his bonnet. She knew he'd nurse his pacifier while he coded as she fused with the puffy sleeves. "When I was getting off I had a kind of vision that I was on my back nursing my pacifier with my baby dress pushed back... you know, like I was getting changed, but it was the DA changing me. Anyway, while he's changing my diaper I'm holding up one of those sheets of code already translated and he's rewarding me by masturbating me." "So if I was Sigmund Freud right now I'd say you'll do just about anything for a baby dress and a little fondling," Helen said smiling as she started to tie a large bow under Martin's chin. "I mean no matter who it is doing the fondling? Is that the case," "No, that's not the case because I like the bright red nails," Martin said as the bonnet's lace now surrounded his head. "So unless the DA is willing to paint his nails and wear a dress, he's out of the running." "Be careful what you wish for honey," Helen said. "Remember, he knew you were male when he was looking at your ruffled panties." "Scary," Martin whispered as he looked down at his booties that Marilyn made for this baby dress. He put the pacifier in his mouth and moved to his lap top. Chapter Coddling, Coding And Cash While Martin did his thing well into the early afternoon a young women woke, dressed and left the house. For the moment Martin didn't know it but that woman was a 13 hour flight and eight hours difference from him on a small island in the Irish Sea right between England and Ireland. On the Isle of Man is an office building in Doublas near the middle of the business district. On the door are the names Samuel, Williams and Douglas. Each day at exactly 9 o'clock in the AM that young woman, Bethany, comes in to clean, pick up mail, take messages if any, and leave. She takes what mail there is to the Isle of Man post office and bundles it for America. For that routine she receives 242 pounds sterling, or the equivalent of $314.60 dollars US - a week. Within that bundle of mail are bank statements from the Isle with outside holdings. Those statements end up in the hands of Frank Abatangelo a book keeper who also writes the pay role check that goes back to Bethany. Frank picks up his mail each day at precisely 3 o'clock every afternoon and opens those one or two letters post marked from the Bahamas banks that the De Angelo brothers use. Frank then sits at his computer and brings up a file for each bank and makes an entry that is translated for that particular account. He also makes a notation on a spread sheet for a meeting he's going to have in an hour with Al and Marino De Angelo. That entry was one of the pieces of code that Martin was now entering into his own new program. It was the first experiment entry to see if his translator was going to work the way he hoped. He smiled at the page translated without a glitch. He smiled again as another page did a quick but rough calculation on the projected amount that he, Helen and the hotel would earn from the rewarded proceeds. There was $7 million in the account he just translated. He estimated that IRS would take $1.4 million in taxes leaving $5.6 million to the District Attorney. That would net Martin a reward to his account of $560,000. Martin wanted to yell as he picked up his phone. "Assistant District Attorney, Hazel Pederson, how can I help you," Hazel answered when her phone rang. It was Martin. He needed her fax number. She gave it to him and waited the few minutes he said it would take to fax the translated sheet to her. She called him back. "Got it." Hazel looked over the sheet that printed out on her machine. She shook her head and got up to rush to her bosses office. "Hey," District Attorney Adam Watts said when Hazel came to his door. He saw the paper in her hand. "From our little Shirley Temple?" "First hit on those coded sheets which is the first hit from the first bank," Hazel said handing him the paper. Adam immediately brought up the calculator on his phone. He punched in the numbers to confirm what was already on the page. "Hot damn," Adam said. "Is this for real?" "Real and already confirmed," Hazel said. "We're going to need a FinCen form 114." Adam said. He was talking about the Foreign Bank and Financial Accounts form or FBAR also known as that FinCen form to file on foreign financial accounts under the U.S. Bank Secrecy Act. "Already filled out and sent," Hazel said handing that very page to Adam. Turns out that the bank in the Bahamas even has a branch here in LA. Took it to our IRS agent here, and it took him about ten seconds to seize the account and transfer the money to our assets account. Oh, by the way, here is the receipt and here is the receipt transferring the reward to our informant... Shirley Temple." "Amazing," Adam said. "And did you let our young agent know?" "I did," Hazel said. "Already deposited his share and called him back." "Hello," Sandy Sikes said on the phone. "Oh hello Martin." Martin asked Sandy if she had an office to rent and she did. It wasn't very big but yes she did and was surprised that Martin wanted to rent it. He wanted two actually and she did have another but it needed renovation. Martin said he'd pay for that. The first office ready to rent and he asked if he could name it Hotel California Philanthropies "Martin wanted the Hotel California Philanthropies to invest in local charities. Then he asked Sandy how much to carpet the common areas of the hotel. He had heard her talking about that as their next big project. It was something on the order of $15,000 a floor. Martin smiled and said she could start as soon as she wanted and before she could say anything he told her the amount was already transferred to her account. "I'm beginning to love you to bits," Sandy said. "And thank you." "You're welcome," Martin said happily as he stretched away the stiffness that came with intensity over his keyboard. If his calculations were correct, and so far they had been he was looking at a final sum of $8 million in total cash rewards. He was more than happy to be a millionaire but he honestly wasn't ready for it. Even so that left the DA with $80 million left to collect. Chase sent a representative to Helen and Martin's apartment to meet with them and Cindy Broaden, their new Attorney At Law. Cindy, as it happens was a resident that Sandy knew when Helen asked on Martin's behalf. She had heard about the cute little man posing as a cute little girl and was delighted that the rumors were true and more than happy with the arrangement they now had. Martin now had a trust fund and Helen's management of Hotel California Philanthropies with $2 million already deposited. Cindy also made arrangements to buy the Hotel from the New York real estate conglomerate that owned it. He was paid five percent over the asking price and the deal was closed in five days. Sandy's salary was raised 25% at the close and given the Hotel's accounts which were all paid in full. The hotel was shaped in an "O" with 30 rooms on each long leg of the letter and 20 on the short legs with a hallway separating them which was a hundred rooms per floor with nearly a 90% occupancy. Sandy said there were about 270 women staying at the hotel from their late twenties to their late eighties. Martin and Helen would make sure the ones that needed care got it. There were two banks of elevators one in front and another set at the back. The outside rooms faced the streets, the inside rooms faced a large courtyard with a large hallway that went around the building. There were five floors with the top offices with some attached to apartments. Martin's new apartment faced out over an empty lot that Sandy said had been empty for years. Within two months that lot, the width of the hotel, was now a garden thanks to a company that transformed it. There were walkways, benches and picnic tables and separate areas for tenants to create their own gardens using the newly created tool shed. Martin found himself walking around that area a lot once it started growing in. He began meeting a number of the women that lived in the hotel. That's when he decided he too wanted to start a vegetable patch and that meant his own pair of overalls. Chapter A Perfect Size Ten "You don't need me to sew regular clothes for you honey, you're nearly a perfect size ten! You can darn near shop anywhere you want and get away with it," Marilyn Tanner the Seamstress said. "I mean don't get me wrong, I love making your baby and toddler dresses but it would be a waist of money to sew a simple jumper or skirt and blouse when you can get them in minutes over the counter." "But I'm still a little shy about shopping for stuff like that," Martin said blushing. "After all this time?" Marilyn asked. "I know, sounds silly doesn't it," Martin said. "So why isn't Helen going with you?" Marilyn asked. "She's busy all week with the California Philanthropies and I promised not to bug her, but I'm desperate to get some new clothes. I want a pair of bib overalls so I can play in that new garden," Martin said. "Pink bib overalls?" Marilyn asked. "Duh," Martin said. "As if there is any other color." "What if I go with you?" Marilyn said putting pins into the hem of his new toddler dress. This one had a hem that ended just a tiny bit below his waist so it showed off the entire diaper and almost all of his ruffles on the panties that went with it. Marilyn had outdone herself on this outfit making the panties in a luxurious satin sheen covered in a sheer organdy. Just touching and moving the organdy over the satin was enough to make his heart flutter. "Would you?" Martin asked. "Of course," Marilyn said. "But it's going to cost you?" "I'll pay," Martin said. "How much?" "How about a little time on your back for your auntie precious? I mean it's been a little while," Marilyn said. "Oh my yes, and I'd do that anyway! I'm doing that now," Martin said feeling himself growing a bit harder in the diaper she had put him into under the plastic panties to shape the new ruffled panties she'd put on him. "This is now, that's for later," Marilyn said reaching around to slip her fingers into Martin's diaper. "Which needs just a few more minutes to get this hem ready to baste. I mean if I can wait that long." "You! I was just fine a moment ago. I mean till you slid your fingers into my diaper, AUNTIE," Martin said. "My bad," Marilyn said wiggling them a little before she pulled them free to finish pinning his dress. She tugged another long pin from the white pin cushion and added the last one to the hem before lifting the dress from the slip. "Here, come to my bed room." "What about a toy or two?" Martin asked walking in front of her with his erection throbbing in anticipation of what was coming. "You silly little boy. Did you NOT think I'd have everything ready for our play time," Marilyn said guiding Martin to her bed before laying him down at the edge of it. She turned for the bathroom and took a moment for her vibrator returning with that dreamy look she got when she inserted within with it running. Martin had few comparisons to those that gave orals but if he had to rate Marilyn's he'd rate hers an eleven which had gone from a ten since she started massaging his prostate. She pulled his new rumba panties to his ankles and followed those with his pink plastic baby pants before she unpinned his diaper. With his diaper opened up she slipped her left hand into a vinyl glove and wiggled a finger into a jar of Vaseline. "Get your baby bottle precious," Marilyn said knowing Martin had seen it. She had already filled the pink soft plastic baby bottle with his favorite juice for him to nurse. When he reached for it she waited till he tipped it to his lips before she wiggled her middle finger into his bottom. With that going in she bent to wet his tip and she did that with just the very tip of her tongue. It was electrifying, made more pleasurable as her other two fingers of the opposite hand was lightly pinching and caressing his base. She wet him more till she seemed satisfied and had fully penetrated his bottom. With a slippery firmness she slid down his length to her fingers then up again forming a suction. As she rose he felt her finger gliding out in coordination with the other two sliding up his penis along with her mouth. To her delight he moaned under the sounds of air bleeding back into his baby bottle. A second after that he made little grunting gasps of pleasure. "That's my little girl," Marilyn whispered releasing him after long moments passed and there were no sounds left. She pinned the diaper closed, pull the baby pants in place and covered those with the girlish panties and give one last rub as the last of the juice disappeared from the bottle. Martin no longer had to consciously think about what to do as a girl. In point of fact Helen had warned him that he would have to spend some time practicing before he dared go out dressed as a boy if he was ever going to pass as a boy. A kind of delightful dilemma after so long in dresses, but it served him well now as he and Marilyn walked into their first girl's clothing section. The overalls he found were adorable and a size 8/10. Pooh Bear peeked above the pocket of the pink corduroy and the only reason it took so long to find a shirt was finding one cute enough. He got two pair, one long sleeve and a short sleeve for his gardening. He picked up two packages of regular white socks and a pair of brush pink work boots. They found gloved mittens in a play bucket with a shovel to finish his new gardening outfit in the toy section. The rest of the time Martin and Marilyn shopped for dresses. He really was a nearly perfect ten. Marilyn took both pink pair of overalls and separated the seams to add buttons so Martin had the option of wearing either panties or diapers which made his choice difficult when he was around either woman. Not so much when he was alone in his own apartment. He liked wearing diapers but often just at night when he went to bed and most times it was when he wore one of his baby dresses. Otherwise he liked wearing just a satin covered pad under panties and a dress. It was Helen and Marilyn that almost always insisted on diapers. Helen insisted on having him on one of her breast when she got the chance and Marilyn loved using her dildo while "nursing him" in his baby attire. He had asked Marilyn about that desire to see him dressed as a baby nursing a bottle and she said it was just something she fascinated over. She said if she had her way all men would be in diapers and baby dresses. Martin decided after that not to ask why because he enjoyed the attention. The nice thing was all he had to do to have any sort of sex was to knock on either door wearing a diaper under his dress. If he wanted to be treated more like a baby he took the elevator to the forth floor to Marilyn's apartment. If he wanted to be a little more of a sissy baby he got off on Helen's floor and that was both literally and figuratively. Although there was that rare occasion when he found himself too excited to move past his own bedroom. In that instant it was a pair of plastic vinyl panties under his own diaper and little baby dress. Chapter Macho Man? He was dressed exactly that way when someone knocked on his door one night - late. When he looked through the peep hole he thought he was looking at a woman and a man before he realized that who he thought was a man was Assistant District Attorney, Hazel Pederson. Martin didn't recognize the woman. There was a hint of the 1950's look about them that was uniquely intriguing. It was her ruby red lips that caught his attention. "Hazel? Is that really you?" Martin asked smiling as he confirmed that it was indeed her. "It's me honey," Hazel said. "Can you wait a minute, I'm going to need to change," Martin said stepping off his little stool he used for the peep hole. "I was just getting ready for bed." "Martin, honey, if you're in one of your costumes, please it's okay, I'd like you to say dressed in it. I'd prefer it if it's okay. This isn't an official visit," Hazel said from the other side of the door. "We wanted to explain something to you." "Okay," Martin said bending to put the stool aside so he could open the door. He wasn't sure who that "we" part was but he trusted Hazel. Martin moved back to the door and twisted the dead bolt and opened the door. Seeing both was a delight and his first assessment that they were out of the 1950's was spot on. The women was in a white cashmere sweater over a full-skirted dress with a fitted bodice above a very full skirt that was gathered around a somewhat tiny waist. Clearly it sat over petticoats to make it balloon like it did and that extra fullness above the heels was another hint it was the 50's. That and the sweetheart neckline was another hint. Martin only knew about that kind of neckline because of those two curves over her bust line which dropped to meet in the middle of the bust area was a favorite of Helens. "We were heading for another party but there was an apartment fire below the apartment we were going to and the party was canceled. It was nearby so we thought we'd stop by and show off our outfits. This is what we are wearing to your party on Friday," Hazel said. "Of course Adam especially wanted to let you know how he admired you considering the amount of courage you've shown." "Is he going?" Martin said. "She... Martin, she," Hazel said. "Martin, may I introduce you to our former District Attorney Adam Watts, Also Known as my doll Gracy. Gracy, honey, say hello to Martin." "Hello Martin," Adam as Gracy said smiling at Martin. "Wow," Martin said. "Thank you Martin," Gracy said giving as good a curtsy as Martin had ever seen. "Know what else?" Hazel said. "What?" Martin asked. "Thank's to you honey," he spends almost as much time in disposables as he does in his girdles, granny panties and garter belts." "It's true Martin. I guess I became fascinated with the idea of using a diaper that night I sat across from you while you were looking over that code. You were in that short outfit and I could see the puffiness and it was fascinating." "I remember that night. I thought you were a pervert," Martin said. "Looking back on it, I must have come across like that," Adam said. "No one knows I cross dress. I mean other than Hazel that is. It would crash my career." "I'm his dominate," Hazel said proudly. "He kicked up a hell of a fuss when I brought a package of those disposable home." "True enough," Adam said. "Show him," Hazel said. "No," Adam said. "What did I say about that?" Hazel said. "Show him or show all of them, your choice and put the pacifier in your mouth like we did at my place!" "Jesus Hazel," Adam said standing up and reaching into a pocket sewn into his dress. He came out with a baby pacifier that he slipped into his mouth. With that done Adam started gathering his dress and slips. Martin could feel himself getting excited in spite of himself. "I'm still training him," Hazel said as Adam raised the hem of his skirts and slips to the very edge of an open bottom girdle. Nylons diapered into the soft cushiony folds of a diaper that was being crushed by the girdle. "Still trying to figure out what works and doesn't work with his lingerie. I let him keep his panties and garter belt on but the girdle hooks at the side or we would have never got it on. So what do you think?" Martin wasn't sure how to answer. Up until now he had only interacted with these two as District Attorney and assistant. Now it was a dominate with her cross dressing submissive and he was looking at the submissive sucking on a pacifier dressed as a girl right out of the 1950's. What was he suppose to think? Of course he was standing there dressed as a baby girl also in a diaper so what were they thinking? "What a world," Martin said. "That's what I'm talking about," Hazel said. "Just wanted to stop buy and get an opinion. Can't stay, I'm too horny. Besides, you'll see all this Friday anyway. Oh, and just so you know, giver her a couple of vodka shots and she gives great head, or so I'm told. Anyway, "we're out of here." "Wow," Martin whispered giving a quick wave to Hazel who opened the door to usher Adam out. "Say good night Gracy," Hazel said patting Adams petticoated bottom. "Good night Gracy," Adam said snickering as he jumped a little. "Should you be driving?" Martin asked. It was clear they were both a little drunk. "We've got a cab waiting in front," Hazel said tittering a little. "See you Friday Martin. Oh, and you look really adorable honey. Maybe we should go as a family." "Thanks, but I'm going with my sister," Martin said as the door closed. "Okay, that just happened." Chapter We Could Be Sisters She was standing at the same dress racks Martin was standing at and they'd made eye contact several times already. Martin knew he passed so he was guessing she looked for other reasons than seeing a boy dressed as a girl. He wanted desperately to say hello because he'd fallen in love with her at first sight, but didn't dare. Thankfully fate stepped in. Martin didn't need another dress but he loved to shop, and over time he'd come to learn when some of the stores got new stock in and today was this stores day for their new dresses. Some of the age ten to twelve styles dresses were to die for so he was there early and he'd found one that made his heart flutter. Martin had come a long way with people so picking up on signals or answering honestly wasn't nearly as difficult as it had been in the beginning. He could easily keep up his charade if need be but if it suited him he could also let the truth out. At this stage of his life it no longer mattered for him. That was his state of being when he stepped to the mirror to hold the little dress against himself. He could only smile at the coincidence when he looked over to see the girl of his latest fantasy holding that same exact dress in front of her not ten feet away. When she recognized they were looking at the same dress but in different sizes she laughed. "We could be sisters," the girl said. "At least we both have excellent taste in dresses." Martin had never worked on having a feminine or female voice deciding to use sign language and a pad and pencil when he needed to communicate as a girl. Over time most of the locals had recognized that Martin was transitioning from male to female or believed he was and he let that assumption stand. It actually worked best at times. He decided it would have to suffice this time as well. "I'm afraid that until my reassignment surgery we can only look like sisters," Martin said. "Hi, I'm Martin. Mary someday." Martin was positive that one way or the other the girl was either going to accept him for what he was and respond or walk of in disgust. Either way he was becoming okay with whatever happened. He was hoping he was the accepting kind. "Oh my God, I just fell in love again," the girl said. "I'm your new girlfriend Sally. Sally Ann Pennon. Tell me you don't have a girlfriend." "No, no girlfriend Sally and nice to meet you. Do you prefer Sally Ann or Sally? So you said you just fell in love again? What's that mean," Martin asked excitedly. Oh Martin or Mary? Which do you prefer by the way?" Sally asked. And either Sally Ann or Sally is okay." "Interesting question Sally Ann? I guess Mary of late but I'm only just now getting used to it," Martin said. "Then Mary it is Mary. So to answer your question Mary. When I first saw you I fell in love with the girl. I kind of assumed you were too young though so you were just a fantasy," Sally said. "But you knew I wasn't an actual child," Marin said. "Oh yes, yes I did. Your mannerisms first of all. You were too adult in the way you shopped, and there was no mommy around you so I was guessing mid to late teen. I was assuming you were just undersize, more or less like me. Which by the way is one of my fantasies for obvious reasons since I too fit into children's clothing," Sally said. The second time was finding out you're a boy!" "So which do you prefer?" Martin asked. "Martin, I'm Bi-Sexual you're like having my cake and eating it too, if you'll pardon the pun," Sally said. "So can we get a coffee and maybe talk. I'm seriously dying to get to know you, and for that I'll share everything about me. And I was sort of teasing about that girlfriend part. Sort of, kind of." "I'm good with that, everyone I know is over five foot," Martin said happily walking back to the clothes rack to hand the dress back up. Then suddenly he grabbed the dress she was holding. "Let me get this one so we have at least one outfit that matches." The went to the International Market and got coco with whip creams then found chairs around a small table near the escalators. Sally was, it turns out, just small like her mother and father and grandparents. She was by her estimate about four inches taller than Martin and maybe a dress size larger only because of the length. They decided that if they ignored that length Sally could wear everything Martin owned which fired off a lot of immediate fantasies for Martin. It also meant Martin could start wearing bras if he wanted to become a "big" girl like Sally. What opened Martin a little more was discovering Sally's late bloom. "When you're small growing up, and Martin knew this from his own experience, people tended to treat you like a child. Sally's parents did so as did most of her relatives and she herself encouraged it. Sally said she loved being a little girl and playing with dolls was a wonderful pastime she carried well into her teens, mostly because she was so far out of the mainstream. Martin too felt that same tug of early childhood tugging at him through his development and then he told her about the gangs and how he ended up in that first little girl's dress. Then discovering the Shirley Temple look and ultimately coming to enjoy being more girlish than boy simply because it fit his small stature. Martin's phone buzzed and it turned out to be Helen asking about his schedule only because there was some things still to be decided for the party. Martin said he'd be another hour or so and would stop by when he was done shopping. They got another coco and then Martin explained his relationship with Helen. Sally went on to explain that she was in collage, in the middle of her second year with a major in nursing, although she wanted to ultimately go into more technical duties like scrub nurse or circulation nurse and work in a operating theatre backstopping a surgeon. Ultimately she hoped to do in home nursing care as a consultant. She stopped talking when she realized Martin was smiling. Martin first told Sally about the Halloween party that was coming up on Friday. They were closing the street. It was a massive affair with a stage, street heaters, tables chairs and a live band plus a DJ. The band played a lot of Eagles songs Martin said. Sally wasn't familiar with the Eagles till Martin mentioned their track Hotel California. Martin said he was oddly attracted to that song when it popped into his head going back to that one particular day not too long ago when he escaped the gang that started all of this. It was released as a single in 1977. Martin then leaned in a little bit closer and whispered that she'd be perfect as a nurse because he was going as a baby. A baby girl as a matter of fact. Another long story that Sally said she'd love to hear but needed a bathroom. Martin too had to go potty, at his apartment, and asked if she drove? She did, asking why. Martin explain he didn't for obvious reasons then asking if she wouldn't mind first driving him to his place. It wasn't far. Sally hesitated till he said he didn't like public restrooms, again for obvious reasons that he'd explain, which finally got her yes. Parking was underground and Martin, in spite of not owning a car had a private spot. Martin gave Sally his room card to open the chain gate. His spot was marked Hotel Owner, Private with a signed that read immediate tow on either side of the columns. Sally pointed those signs out to Martin as she slowed into the spot. "It's okay, I'm the owner," Martin said as he opened the door. "Of the hotel?" Sally asked. "You own this hotel?" "I do," Martin said walking to the elevators. Everything had been freshly painted and all the chrome re-chromed. All the brass had been polished and Sandy's budget had been expanded to increase cleaning staff to maintain the new "luster". "It's so pretty," Sally said getting into the pastel pink and lavender elevator that was made larger looking with the new mirrors. Martin pressed "1" and the doors closed. The ride was brief and comfortable with the elevator opening into the lobby. Martin had Sally turn for his new place. "Thanks. We can go potty and then I'll introduce you to the girls," Martin said. "Who are the girls?" Sally asked. "My guardian angels; Helen, Rose, and Tracy. They're the ones that saved my life that day I came running into the Sparkles Beauty Parlor. They fixed my face and nails and dressed me like a girl. Oh, and before I forget that also included Evelyn my dance instructor and the woman that taught me how to be a girl." "What a life you've lived," Sally said as Martin opened the door to his apartment. It was one of the biggest with three bedrooms and two baths. "Tell me about it. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them and Sally the manager and this hotel. Oh, and the bathroom is down the hall and to the right. I've got things for your period if that's an issue. Everything is under the sink. I'll be right back," Martin said. "So how old is the baby?" Sally asked sitting in the living room as Martin came back from going to the bathroom. "Saw the room did you," Martin asked. "Thought you might." "I did. It's really cute," Sally said. "So is that your long story?" "It is. Mind if I introduce you to the girls first?" Martin said. "Absolutely not," Sally said. "I've got so many butterflies in my stomach now I'm going to need some time just to keep from getting arrested. You really are eighteen right?" "Really," Martin said heading for the door as he clipped his card key on his dress. They went back towards the lobby but instead of turning for the lobby doors they went through another single glass door with the name Sparkles Beauty Parlor freshly painted on the door. "There she is," Tracy said. She was the first to turn as the bell caught on the door. Tracy was curling a woman's hair. Martin wasn't sure who it was in the chair. Rose had another woman leaning back for a shampoo and Helen was at the register taking cash from a woman that had obviously just been finished. "Hi honey," Helen said turning to smile at Martin. "Hi Helen," Martin said. "This is Sally everyone. These are my guardian angels. That's Helen, Rose is doing a shampoo and that's Tracy with the curlers." "Hi Sally," the women said. "Hi everyone," Sally answered back. It was pretty obvious that no one, not even the women in the chairs getting their hair done, were bothered by the little man child dressed like a little girl sounding like a little boy. "So what did you need Helen?" Martin asked. "The guy setting up the heaters said we should double the heaters by the tables. People will be colder while they are eating. I said I'd ask," Helen noted. "Don't see that as a problem. Do you need more money?" Martin asked. "Nope, we're fine. Just wanted to make sure you were okay with doing that," Helen said. "More than okay. You're organizing it," Martin said. "Thanks honey. I'll tell him it's a go. She's cute Mary," Helen said. "You are coming to the party? Right Sally?" "I think so," Sally said blushing. "She is," Martin said. "I am," Sally said. "Hey, maybe we don't have to draw straws on who gets to baby sit that night," Rose said. "She's a nurse," Martin said. "She might want to go as a nurse." "Wait? Are you going as a baby?" Sally asked. "Yes she is," Helen said. "My baby girl! "I know, I know. I wasn't going to take your baby. I was asking if Sally was dressing as a baby girl," Rose said "It looks like she could fit into Mary's outfits is all I'm saying." "You've got extra baby outfits?" Sally asked. "Oh honey, Mary hasn't shown you her room yet," Helen asked. "She was about to," Sally said. "I just glanced at it." "Then we should talk later," Helen said snickering. "If you decide Sally, I got first choice," Rose said. "If I decide Rose you've got first choice," Sally said laughing. "And you Mary owe me that tour." "Right now," Martin said. Chapter Hey Baby Girl "This is pretty incredible and seriously fetish," Sally noted standing just inside the doorway for a second time that day. She was looking at his nursery. It was a nursery put together by Martin when he moved into his own place. It was a mutually agreed upon decision between him and Helen and right after that his drives started pushing him towards the baby stuff. He knew his life was splitting into two roads, that transgendered road and the lone less traveled but just as much a fun lane driven by his baby fetish. Martin hadn't fully embraced becoming a girl yet but he kept coming back to it every time he decided to become a boy again. It was easier being a girl. It was more fun and somehow he slipped into the role first by necessity then by deign, then by desire. He was no longer stuck there but he found himself no longer trying to get out of it. One of the women in the hotel, Betty Heath, a Psychologist in apartment 305 suggested he was uncovering layers he'd buried. She suggested, given the state of his wealth, state of affairs, and stability that he not make any radical changes other than the ones making life a little more enjoyable and see where his heart landed. Sooner or later he'd know and until then there was no real reason to change things one way or another. As for that other part, the baby part, that was a fetish and in her mind she dealt with fetishes in a fairly straight forward way.... if it felt good and didn't cause harm to yourself or to anyone else then why would or how could anyone object? People find fantasy in books, theater, sports and all manor of play so doming a costume for a role is only limited by imagination and it's "your" imagination. Armed with that diagnosis Martin sat with Marilyn Tanner the Seamstress in suite 406 several times to commission a number of outfits to fill his baby dresser and closet. Meanwhile he brought in a professional firm to redecorate his apartment with one proviso and that was he wanted someone who really knew the ins and outs of designing a room for a toddler girl that was seriously girly and definitely a baby. Land Set Designs brought in a woman named Alice Carter who immediately measured the room, laid out the window that faced the courtyard and the closet then went about putting together color swatches to match the adorable furniture she showed Martin. There was a day bed with three sides against the largest wall under a canopy that matched the curtains giving it the looking of a little poster bed for a princess. Over the large low dresser were what she called hug boxes of white with light pink backs randomly places on the wall to hold dolls and girlish trinkets. All the furniture was bright white edge in a soft pastel pink with a round rug made to match. That was matched to the spread and blanket and throw pillows. In the closet was shelving for diapers, plastic panties and the ruffled pants both with and without the baby pants sewn into them. Martin was so delighted with the efforts he gave Alice control of the six dolls that now sat around a table sipping tea and the seventh that sat on the bed with her flowing dress and slips when the bed was made. Around the top of the room were strips of pastel pinks, lavenders and slight grays to offset the bright white of the walls. There was no doubt that a girl lived there or as Helen had said, there was no doubt that a girl should live there. On the cute table sitting next to the day bed was a canister of baby powder, a bottle of pink baby lotion and a cute porcelain dish filled with diaper pins tipped in pastel baby animals. "So this is where you sleep or play?" Sally asked. "Both. Like I said, it's kind of a long story but then again maybe not. When I got past the first attempt at the gang trying to find me Helen brought me to her place and then we shopped for some girl clothes for a more long term solution. When she settled on the Shirley Temple look, thanks in part to Evelyn, it became obvious it would show off my boy parts under the panties. I guess back in the days of vaudeville they used to cover that issue with what was called Puff Pants. When Disposable diapers came into being those got substituted and... well, I can't tell you exactly how it happened but those and that ended up this!" "So you went from a disposable diaper to a baby girl's bedroom?" Sally asked. "I guess if you want to boil it down to as few words as possible, yes," Martin said. I found out, in the best possible way that Helen and then later, a woman named Marilyn got turned on with a guy in diapers and they in their way turned me on and one thing led to another. Before long I was in baby dresses and wearing diapers and having the most fun I've ever had and you're welcome to go running for the elevator screaming if you like. Just don't wake the other tenants." "Why would I run?" Sally asked. It's just stuff and girly fluff." "You don't find it odd?" Martin asked. "Martin, there are 209 million adults in America. That means there are 209 million individual variations on the fantasies that get a person off during sex. Which one of them is odd," Sally said. "So, I'm guessing your dresses will fit me, they'll just be a little shorter?" "Yes," Martin said. "Why, you thinking of dressing like a baby girl?" "Actually yes," Sally said. "That woman in the beauty shop said she wanted a baby girl too for the party. Right? A baby girl like the one to go with what's her name? Helen? Which I'm guessing is the one you're going with. So this Rose, that's the woman's name, Right? Right, so Rose gets her own baby girl if I dress like one. Then she and Helen both have baby girls. That is if you're okay with me borrowing one of your baby dresses?" "So you're really okay with dressing in that stuff?" Martin asked watching Sally move to the closet and finger the baby dresses. "I'm a girl," Sally said. "Have you seen some of our baby doll nightgowns? I mean okay, so the diapers are a push but not so much if you think about a maxi pad between your legs. It's not too far to go to imagine those sensations being a touch of the infantile. Besides, who cares? It's you and me here right? Would it make you feel better if you wore that pastel blue baby dress and I the pink? You know, for the appropriate gender?" "Right," Martin said. "Cloth or disposable?" "Oh man, you mean I've got a choice? Which do you like?" "I like both although when I go to bed it's mostly cloth I guess because I add a soaker and that makes it sort of thicker. You know, the extra diaper and all. Plus I get to wear the rumba panties lined in the plastic panties although I sometimes wear plastic pants with a disposable diaper as well. I guess it's whatever floats your boat." "Which is the hardest to get into," Sally said. "I mean in case we were going to fondle and play with each other?" "Are we going to have sex?" Martin asked shyly. "Good heavens no! I wasn't planning on it. I mean I hardly know you. Wait, never mind that. Hi Martin, I'm Sally Pennon and I'm introducing myself so you know me just in case I get turned on and we end up having sex. And you are?" "Hi Sally Pennon, I'm Martin Sanford, sometimes I'm called Mary Beth. It's nice to know you," Martin said taking Sally's hand. "There, now we can have sex if something happens accidentally. You know, like when we are diapering each other or something like that," Sally said lifting a hanger up with a soft pastel yellow baby dress hanging on it. "Does this one have a slip and panties?" "It does," Martin said moving past Sally to the shelves. "Do you want the lined rumba panties or unlined?" "Which diapers crinkle the most?" Sally asked. "The White Puffs from the Big Box store," Martin said. "Marilyn bought those the other day because they crinkled so much she said. She said a woman warned her of that very thing when she was looking at disposable diapers." "Seriously?" Sally asked. "A woman warned her not to buy them because they crinkled too much." "That's what Marilyn said and she was right. The plastic covering is pretty loud under the panties," Martin said. "Then that's what I want you to put me into," Sally said as she left the closet for the bedroom with the dress. "And that's what I want to tape you into baby girl. Do you have a changing pad for the floor or what?" "I've got baby blankets," Martin said. "Perfect," Sandy said as she began to unbutton her blouse. Martin's erection already reacting to Sally's presence and their conversation was now reacting to his anticipation of the fantasies he was forming. Sally naked, Sally getting diapered. Sally diapering him were passing quickly through his mind as he gathered the necessary items for their session. "Pacifier or baby bottle?" Martin asked nervously. He wasn't sure how she might react to he question. "Oh wow, you've got it all don't you. Honestly, I see nursing a baby's bottle when we're done but frankly if we should, by accident mind you, end up making love I tend to nibble when I've got a guy inside of me," Sally said. "So if you prefer you can get them ready." Martin felt faint as he gave Sally the things he gathered to walk out and to the kitchen. He was glad he'd put himself into a disposable to go shopping with that morning otherwise he'd be soaked by now as he felt himself dripping into his diaper once again but this time much more aggressively. Her words came back to him, "Once you're inside of me." He was, for all intents and purposes, a virgin. He had yet, because of his size compared to Marilyn and Helen, way too small to satisfy them, so that was left to their vibrators. With Sally nearly as small as he was he had a chance at making love to her as an equal. He felt himself throbbing over the notion as he pushed against his diaper. He pulled the juice from the refrigerator and then two baby bottles as Sally joined him. She came up from behind circled his waist with her arms and under his and nibbled his left ear as he twisted to loose tops on both baby bottles. They were pastel pink plastic made by Evenflo as he tipped the juice to fill the first. "So we're going to dress each other like baby girls, make love then climb into bed and nurse baby bottles together or are we going to feed each other our baby bottles laying on the floor with our baby blankets while cuddling," Sally said. "I'm going to loose it right here and now if you don't stop Sally," Martin warned. He was filling the second baby bottle and could feel his tip growing ever more sensitive as Sally teased. Sally dropped both hands to the front of Martin's dress directly over his diaper and panties and in smooth even moves gathered his dress to expose his panties and diaper. She slid her fingers between the crevice of his thigh and diaper and found the edge of his penis pulsing. She slowly maneuvered her fingers in such a way that her thumbs were on top of his diaper but her fingers were inside massaging him. "Maybe you should sissy baby girl. Maybe you'll last longer that way when the time comes to make love to me," Sally whispered in his ear before she started to nibble again. "Maybe you should put one of those baby bottles in your mouth and suck on it for a few minutes while I get you off sweetheart. Would you like to do that for me?" Martin was leaning back against Sally with her breast pushing against his back. She wasn't large in that category but they were soft and mushy and they softened instantly as she pushed against him. She was stroking him with her two thumbs over his diaper and teasing him with her fingers in his diaper when his knees began to turn to jelly. He tried holding it back as his lips crushed the rubber nipple but he couldn't and the first pulse opened the flood gates. "Hey baby girl," Sally whispered removing both hand to lay them directly over his diaper as he shot into his diaper. She was massaging him on either side of his erection as he exploded shots one after the other while crushing the nipple he held to his mouth. God it was so incredibly powerful the emotions he felt as she continued whispering for him to squirt and nurse and be a little baby girl for her. Martin wanted to collapse into a big glob of jelly when the last of it was long past and she removed the baby bottle from his lips. She left him leaning against the counter as she washed her hands then opened the baby bottle again and topped it off. She turned and kissed him hard on his mouth allowing it to linger. He kissed her back. "Can you walk?" Sally asked. "Just barely," Martin said. "Boy, I can't wait till you're laying on top of me doing that," Sally said bending only a little to kiss him again. "I can't wait to be on top," Martin said taking one of the baby bottles she handed him before taking his hand. They walked to the bedroom. Chapter We Be Baby Girls They put the baby bottles on the dresser and then began laying the outfits out that they'd both wear. Martin had fallen in love with one particular dress some weeks before that looked like a little satin dress under a satin pinafore. The dress had a scalloped collar and puffed sleeves and a huge tied bow attached at the back. The dress itself was already two layers of silky fabric with one a bridal satin and the other a whispery soft chiffon that was just hardly visible under that taffeta pinafore that held the bow. The dress was pink, the pinafore was white. He was so in love with the design he had two made with the only real difference is he reversed the colors making the second dress white and the pinafore pink. There were bonnets for both and two slips in white under each. The ruffles panties were lined in plastic panties. The white dress had white panties with pink ruffles and the pink dress pink panties with white ruffles. Both were lined in white rustling soft plastic panty material. Martin let Sally pick first. Sally went with the white dress and panties with the pink pinafore as Martin laid the two White Puffs from the Big Box store on the doll table. He brought out the canister of baby powder and pink bottle of baby lotion, wipes and box of gloves to keep their hands clean for the dresses. Both dress had bonnets and after Martin laid the dresses neatly over the spread of his bed he laid the bonnets down next to the booties and lacy socks. Martin's full course of hair removal the night before and a careful shave in the tub after his soaking had left him baby smooth and feeling extremely girlish. It was something Sally noticed as she began first when she undid his dress and allow it to drop with his slip. She told him his smoothness and girlish odors were triggering her bi-sexual girl desires not for a boy but the girl standing in front of her as she gently tugged his baby pants down to expose his soiled diaper. She delighted in undoing the diaper from behind and discovering he was growing hard ever after just ejaculating so soon before. She told him, while gripping the front of his diaper and his firmness under it that he was exciting both sides of her as she peeled his diaper off. He stepped free of his dress and slip and spread his legs slightly to allow her to pull his diaper from between his legs. She used the diaper to catch the tiny drop he extruded from the excitement he felt. She left him in his white flats and plain girlish socks to have him lay over his thick white diaper. They had agreed that they were too excited to leave each other exposed without some kind of protection. Both wanted to be diapered while they dressed each other as baby girls and Martin's diaper was first as he sat and then laid over the massive white night time diaper. Sally had never diapered a boy, but she promised herself, then Martin out loud that she'd be doing this often in the future as she slathered him with baby lotion first then smothered him white with baby powder. She said it was making her wet pulling the thick diaper between his legs as she did so and exciting to turn an eighteen year old into a baby right before her eyes as she taped the diaper closed. With that done it was Sally's turn to be babied. Sally wore a half slip, bra and panties which would need to be rinsed Martin said as he tugged those down to Sally's ankles. She asked if he'd like to rinse her panties and he said yes laying them with her half slip as he stood to unhook her bra. They paused a moment to see if it would fit him and she giggled when they discovered that it closed easily around him but didn't fill as she pinched the loose satin over his nipple. He would need foam she said removing her bra to lay with her panties and slip. She took his hand to balance herself to lay over the open diaper that Martin opened. She was actually shaking a little which pleased Martin some as she opened her legs over the massive fluffy white diaper. Martin pulled a glove on and filled it with baby lotion and then laid it over Sally's vulva to begin covering her with the pink liquid. The erotica of doing so hardened Martin instantly and excited Sally immediately. "Grab my purse for me," Sally said. Martin did and Sally grabbed a small tube of what looked like a jell that she opened. She squeezed a small bit of gel from it and poked her finger deep within before wiping her finger with a baby wipe and closing the tube. "What's that for?" Martin asked. "Making love," Sally whispered. They could have made love right then and there as Martin tipped the baby powder over Sally's glistening skin. It turned nearly white and martin couldn't help himself when he took a few more minutes to rub her some more. He tugged the diaper between her legs and smoothed it over her before closing the tapes to snug the diaper on. He helped her stand and she moved to him and the spent the next moments caressing each others diapers. "How erotic this is," Sally whispered hugging Martin while at the same time dropping an arm and massaging his bottom first with one hand, then the other. He did the same to her. They separated a little to massage the front, then slip down between each other legs and again they could have stopped and made love. "It is. I'm so horny right now," Martin whispered sliding his hand between her thighs just to hear the diaper crinkle a little. "I know! So am I," Sally whispered back kissing him as she stroked his penis under his own diaper. He was literally on the verge of ejaculating again. Sally turned for the bed and the dresses. "Which dress did I pick?" "I don't remember," Martin said laughing. "But you can pick again." "I'll go with the pink and white," Sally said laughing. When you considered that both were pink and white the choice was either. "This one she said picking up the white dress with the pink pinafore. It had the white panties with the pink ruffles. Martin picked up the panties first and held him open for her to step into. "I feel so sissy and that's impossible because I'm a girl." "Hush and put your ruffles on little girl," Martin said pulling her panties up to cover her diaper. She was beginning to look even more adorable as he went to take up the slip. It was a full slip with a cute petticoat attached but more for looks than function as martin gathered it to bring it over her head. IT fell just a bit below the waist of her panties leaving it obvious her puffy bottom was clad in a diaper. "Is your's this short?" Sally said. "Not as short but yes, it's short," Martin said helping her into the sweet looking little baby dress. He fluffed the bow and fussed with the skirts hem then it was his turn as Sally came back from the bed with his panties. "You are going to look so sweet in these," Sally said bending down as she held them open for Martin to step into. Martin put a foot into the panties and then stood still as Sally pulled the panties to his waist. She kissed him when the panties were put in place. She kissed him again when she came back with his slip. It was identical to hers as was the dress when she let it cascade over the satin slip. "You are such a sissy. Say it!" "I am such a sissy," Martin said happily fingering the textures now surrounding him as he scissored his legs so the panties rubbed against his thighs. "Here, let's put our bonnets on together." Martin picked up his and then hers and then he put hers on while allowing her to put his one. They both tied each others long ribbons into adorable bows before kissing each other. Moving to the bed Martin handed Sally her booties and grabbed his set before stripping his feet bear for his girl shoes. He waited the few seconds longer that she took to slip her shoes off and the booties on. The both stood and took each others hand, turning to face each other. They kissed lightly, then a little harder after spending a moment avoiding the bonnets brims. That brought on a little giggling till the moved to the large mirror Martin had build into the wall. With the exception of height they looked identical. Even the height didn't change much Sally dress was higher slightly showing one more full row of ruffle but both dresses were short enough to show off the cute bows on the panties. "We be baby girls Mary Beth," Sally said sliding her hand over Martin ruffled panties. "We be baby girls Sally Ann," Martin said joining in the panty rub that Sally was still playing over. She moved more aggressively and up into the dress before down into Martin's panties and diaper. There was no mistaken her intent as she guided and pushed Martin towards the bed as she began kissing him. "How can we get our diapers off?" Sally asked. "Just undo one of the diaper pins Sally and let it all fall," Martin said showing her what he meant. He went into his ruffled panties, undid a single diaper pin and the whole mass went down to his booties. He stepped out of everything as Sally did hers. She was stepping backwards while tugging Martin with her. Martin eagerly followed. She opened a baby blanket and laid it down. She went on her back on Martin's bed and spread her legs as far as she could go allowing martin to kneel between them. When she spread she gripped his erection and guided him into her just after a momentary circle to lubricated her own opening slightly. Martin, unsure of what to do next hesitated. "Are you a virgin precious?" Sally asked. "In this I am," Martin whispered as his tip hovered over the wet warm space. "Here baby girl just push a little while I wiggle some," Sally said guiding him into her. She pushed then stopped and shuddered a little then pushed and grabbed him to circle again. She pulled out a bit, then in again till suddenly he was in fully. She arched till their pelvic bones touched. Martin felt the firmness and sensation of a grip and he gasped. She relaxed and let him slip almost out before pushing against him again. They formed a rhythm almost immediately. He arched his back and pushed in as she arched and pushed up. They found themselves joined in a series of moves that brought shear pleasure in each range of their motion. At first it was just the pleasure of their movement but deep down each felt the something more primal growing off in the distance but rising up. It was coming forward and unstoppable. She was making small guttural sounds that were growing more desperate as his already desperate grew louder. He was grunting more and his breath became labored as his muscles tightened. His body was building to a critical climax and he did. She had slid under his slip and dress and at first played and teased at his breast but then she pinched and pulled at his tiny nipples till it was driving him forward into madness. She reached behind him and grabbed his bottom and pulled his cheeks apart as he ejaculated. He was positive she'd been electrocuted with a defibrillator as she lifted him up half a foot to shudder a little before falling. They both collapsed out of breath. He fell on top of her then rolled over on his back pulling his baby dress free of her as she pulled on her own. He was laying there with his eyes closed when he felt the soft rubber nipple of his baby bottle touched his lips. The slight trickle of juice started the instant he let the nipple enter his mouth. He opened his eyes and she was nursing her own baby bottle laying next to him. He held his bottle with one hand while the other caressed the satin of his dress or he thought it was his dress. It might have been hers. He wasn't sure, nor did it matter, they were the same dresses. His baby bottle was by his head when he woke in the dark room. The parasol nightlight was the only illumination showing he was still naked from the waist down and she was still breathing heavily next to him. It had grown dark outside. The balloon shaped clock in light pastels hanging above the dresser said it was nearly six in the evening. They had made love to each other somewhere near 4 o'clock. Martin smiled. "We be baby girls," he whispered turning to cuddle the girl still sleeping next to him. Chapter Bacon, Eggs and a Fresh Diaper Martin had forgotten in those few seconds that he and she were naked from the waist down. It was a new erection gently touching, then probing the soft warm space between her cheeks that woke her. "You're insatiable," Sally whispered giggling, but pushing back against his erection. "Come on baby girl, let's get something to eat instead, and if you're good, I'll let you in through the front door again." Martin's own face could have lit the room if he glowed any redder. That hadn't been his intent when his erection brushed against her but her meaning was clear when she nudged him up and off the bed. They had to sort through their diapers and ruffled panties but she helped him into his, and he helped her and before too many minutes passed they were in their diapers and ruffled panties again. They carried their baby bottles to the kitchen and Martin opened the new custom pantry to remove two adorable aprons he'd had made for just such an occasion. He often woke hungry and hated changing out of his baby clothes so he'd commissioned several girlish aprons taken from ads gleaned from catalogs and kitchen ads from the 1950's Ruffles were big back in those days and especially adorable covering short baby dresses and booties when frying eggs. They sat in the kitchen, bonnets hanging from their ribbons on the back of their chairs as they buttered toast to dip into their eggs. Martin cooked the bacon under the broiler in a cookie pan and he added frozen potato patties. Making love Sally noted made her ravenous as she filled two sippy cups with Disney Princesses decorating them. A gift from one of the hair dressers found in a thrift store Martin had noted with a giggle. The story to his riches came over their eggs and bacon. What Martin did share was that he was a corporate whistle blower that discovered some serious wrong doing between the government and his old company and was paid ten percent of a small fortune in reward money. Money that he had invested back to the women that had easily saved his life when the company went after him. Martin was somewhere in the middle of that conversation when Martin also invited Sally to go to the party which Sally said was already a given. Rose, she said, needed her own baby and Sally was it or so Sally said. For Martin, it was all too good to be true. They finished their meal, talked a little more, but sex kept creeping into their thoughts. After a time they walked hand in hand back to the bedroom. Chapter We'll Take Her In The Parking Garage Sally was sore that following morning but that wasn't the look on her face when she stepped out of the shower. Martin had put her street clothes in with a load of his during their breakfast dinner the night before. She dressed from the dryer in the bright Sun light streaming through the window. Martin used the master bedroom shower and was also dressed when they met in the kitchen. They both had things to do that day and would meet again in the afternoon. Their kiss was a promise of things to come when she left the apartment. She was stunning when he forced himself to break free and let her leave. "She's heading for the elevator," Swat One whispered as he pushed and pulled the vacuum at the end of the hall. He wore a commercial uniform used by the company that cleaned the general part of the hotel for Sandy. "Roger that. We're going to take her in the parking garage when she clears the elevator. The Swat team leader ordered back over the tactical radio as everyone took a breath and tensed for the next few minutes. The operation was in two parts after the planning and setup: Waiting and operation. This last waiting part was the hardest on the body because the adrenaline flowed with no release. "All pumped up and no where to go". "Get ready," the Team Leader warned as the elevator dinged. The doors opened and Sally stepped out. He waited till she was far enough out that the elevator doors closed. "Execute, execute, execute!" Two Swat members closed on Sally instantly and pinned her arms first while a third grabbed her purse tossing it aside to be picked up by a forth as that third member kicked the back of Sally's knees to force her down on her own. They had her in a set of disposable tactical restraints within seconds and standing again as the Swat van door opened. The team member dressed as a custodian was stepping out of the elevator and pushing the gear towards a utility truck they had borrowed and parked next to the van. As the Swat van was pulling out he was loading the truck to follow. He would meet up with the team later that day for their debriefing. The gate went up and the black van drove off no one the wiser. "Hey, come on people, can we please keep this Aisle clear for heavens sake. You never seen a guy in a dress before," Agent Summers said shooing the few guys and single girl milling around the window looking into Holding and Interrogation Room seven. "Hard to believe that's a guy," one of the agents said reluctantly moving off. "Tell me about it. Mack said. "Although technically, she's not. From what I've heard there is nothing left of the guy." "Ow," the guy added walking off with a fake waddle. "Okay Sally Ann Pennon! Let's see? That's AKA Sam The Shooter, AKA Sam Singleton. You may look like a girl and technically I suppose you're a girl now, but no matter what you look like, I've got you dead to rights," Agent Summers said tossing the open folder on the table directly in front of Sally. So when were you going to take your shot?" The mug shot was of a small pretty man standing in front of a prison sign showing height. He was standing at the very bottom of the scale. "That's not me anymore. If you spent all this time tracking me down to take me then you already know that. If you went through my purse and car then you already know there is no weapons of any kind and if you've tossed my apartment, which I'm guessing you have, then you know that's clean too. I'm exactly who the ID says I am," Sally said. "I was there to be his body guard till Don Giovanni was convicted. Mostly on my testimony I might add." "Give it to me again," Agent Summers said. "From the top." "You've got all of this when I testified a year ago," Sally said. "Then why were you there at the apartment?" Mack asked. "I told you. I'd heard through an old friend that Giovanni was sending one of his own kids to hit Martin AKA Mary. It turned out to be false but I didn't know that till you told me that the kid was already dead. I was going to get close to Martin and be his bodyguard, which I did." "Like I said, from the top," Agent Summers said. "Fine. From the top. Okay, when I decided to leave the mob I gathered as much evidence as I could and put it into three bus terminal lockers then traveled to Morocco. That's Casablanca to be specific. I traveled under a phony passport crisscrossing the United States into and out of Europe and Mexico on phony business to get some stamps. Settling in Casablanca two years ago. In Casablanca I checked into the Imperial Casablanca Hotel & Spa which I'm sure you've already verified, and then into the Clinique de Parc. That's the clinic of Dr. Georges Burou for transgendered women. If you don't know this, Dr. Burou clinic is the gold standard for skin-lined vaginoplasty as part of their sex reassignment surgery of which I became a patient. After my recovery in Casablanca I found an apartment in Mohammedia which is a port city on the west coast of Morocco which is between Casablanca and Rabat. I laid low there and worked as a secretary for a small oil refinery till the State Department granted me a new passport with my new identity created by the Federal Marshals through their WITSEC program. When the State Department granted me my passport the Federal Marshals brought me back into their WITSEC program. I started college then. For the past year I've been testify and providing the evidence for that testimony on Giovanni that is, I had hoped it was coming to an end this month. I wasn't going to contact Martin until I'd heard that rumor. That's when I decided to go and protect him. Trouble is I'm not sure if I can walk away now." "Why not?" Agent Summers asked. "Because I'm attracted to him is why not," Sally said bowing her head. "And you're sticking to this story?" Agent Summers said. "I am because it's all true. You can check. You've got the contact list there in your file," Sally said. "No need. I heard the rumor as well. I just wanted to hear if from you. And just so you know, the old man just got life without any chance in hell of getting out," Agent Summers said as he reached into his pocket and pulled a key out. He unlocked the shackles that made loud noises on the metal table as the chain collapsed. "So now what?" Sally said rubbing her wrist. "I'll get an agent to drive you back to the hotel for your car," Agent Summers said. "And sorry about all this but we had to know for sure." "Right," Sally said sarcastically. There was no way in hell Martin is going to want to see me now she mused. "Forget the ride, I'll take a cab. I'm going to need to sneak back in to get my car." "Maybe I can smooth the way," Agent Summers said. "Thanks but no thanks," Sally said grabbing her purse and opening it. She pulled her compact out and first did her lipstick. Mack watched quietly trying to imagine this girl ever a guy and failing to do so. "May I leave?" Chapter Little Susie Home Maker Martin was wearing one of his Little Susie Home Maker pinafore dress. Martin found the images during a search one evening and fell in love with the Susie Home Maker Dolls and her dresses. He worked poor Marilyn Tanner the Seamstress relentlessly that week making three with one in pink, lavender and a cute pastel blue. Each of the dresses were sewn with their own slips and pinafores attached so all Martin had to do was step into it, button the back, tie the sash into a bow and clean. Martin was wearing the pastel blue when the knock came. "Hey," Martin said opening the door to Helen, Hazel and behind them Sally. He didn't recognized the man but it was Hazel who introduced him as FBI Agent Mack Summers. The formality of it gave Martin an odd feeling as he put the duster down and took his gloves off. "What's going on?" "Can we sit?" Helen said. It was Hazel that had just pulled her out of the shop to tell her what had gone down. It was slow at the moment that Hazel, Mack and Sally had walked in hoping to catch her to help with Martin. Agent Mack and called Hazel to see if she could help and it was Hazel who suggested getting Helen involved. They sat in the quiet of the lobby as Hazel, then Sally explained all that had transpired. The first thing Helen did was hug Sally and tell her the word Transgendered and transition were one and the same. Sally was no longer a transsexual, she was female. That got Helen a second hug before the group got up to head for Martin's apartment. Sally, in spite of her fear of rejection by Martin couldn't help but smile at the outfit he was wearing to clean his apartment. "What?" Martin asked looking at Sally looking at him. "Susie," Sally asked. "You know about Susie Home Maker?" Martin asked. "I became keenly interested in dolls when I was very young. I loved the vintage dolls as a teenager," Sally said. "Susie Home Maker was one of my favorites." "I'm so new at this but I love her clothes," Martin said. "I know exactly what you mean," Sally said. Sally turned to the small group now finding places to sit. "I'm thinking I'd like to be alone with Martin if you don't mind." Hazel looked at Helen who immediately nodded her understanding. It was clear by how fast that Mack stood that he was more than willing to get out of there and within a couple of minutes they all did. Helen told Sally to call her if she needed her but Sally had realized that whatever was going to happen was going to happen and said thanks. Sally did promise to call Helen one way or another. "So what was that all about?" Martin asked. "Me," Sally said. "You?" "You remember that day you were buying that dress and I ended up a few feet away buying the same exact dress?" Sally asked. "Duh? How could I forget," Martin said. "Best day of my life." "Well, it wasn't an accident that I was there," Sally said. "I was here because I'd heard that Don Giovanni was sending one of his kids to search for and kill the snitch that gave up his gang leader Benny Sanest. I actually didn't know that Don Giovanni didn't know who the snitch was or that his kid was killed and it was just a rumor." "Who's Benny Sanest?" Martin asked. "You knew him as Scar," Sally said. "Benny Sanest is the name he goes by or went by when he was reporting to the Don." "Wait? How do you know about the Don or Scar? For that matter how do you know about me?" Martin asked. "I know because not too long ago I would be one of those people that would be sent to find out about you," Sally said. "The difference this time was I'd seen a picture of you when I was at the FBI office with the U. S. Marshal's and... Well, let's just say I sort of fell in love with what you looked like, and then I heard the rumor and decided to become your bodyguard. I wasn't planning on falling for you." "So that's why they were here. You wanted to tell me you were a hit girl or something," Martin said. "Actually Martin it's a little more complicated than that. Two years ago I might have been the one to take you out. Two years ago I was a hit man," Sally said. "Figuratively speaking," Martin said nervously. "No Martin, literally speaking as well. Literally, figuratively, genetically, anatomically and by any other definition," Sally said. "I was Sam Singleton, also known as Sam The Shooter. Two years ago I ran away from that life and into the life I've always wanted. This life! I went to Casablanca and checked into a hospital that specializes in sex reassignment surgery and had the operation. This is the result of that and two years of life since then as Sally Ann Pennon!" "But we made love," Martin said. "We did, several times and it was gloriously satisfying by the way and I'm hoping, no I'm praying we can do that again," Sally said. "Especially the way you like to play." "You wore diapers? You wore the same things I wore," Martin said. "That's what I'm talking about. You're like a little girl inside. You're everything I want to be. I want to play like that some more. I hope to wear those same things again. Most fun I've ever had Martin. I wasn't kidding when I said I use to look at dolls as a child. I looked at you like I looked at those dolls. That's what turned me on about you. You were dressed as a doll that day I saw that picture of you," Sally said. "So they knew I was here," Martin said. "The mob?" "That's the funny part! They didn't. All they knew was that there was a kid here that was close to Martin's size, but that it was a she and not a he. The Don had a list of kids in the area that fit your description. It was a stupid list because there had to be at least fifty kids on it and that was two years ago. I was going to be sent out here to check them all out. I'm almost positive that we would have met sooner or later. We had to, we had so much in common," Sally said. "They didn't," Sally said. "It's just that someone said that on the day that you disappeared there was only one person your size within blocks of where you had vanished but it was a little girl. Someone asked if maybe that little girl might have been you and everyone laughed. Funny thing is it nagged at the Don at the time but it was ridiculous because there had to be dozens of kids in the area at the time." "But you," Martin said. "A guy?" "I know," Sally said. "This is so insane," Martin said. I just can't picture you a boy - ever! I can't see it! When you were naked there was nothing to even hint that you were ever a boy. Did you feel me inside of you?" "Every inch honey," Sally said. "The technique the doctor uses leaves almost all of the nerve endings viable. For all intents and purposes that was a very wet and very receptive vagina that you pushed into. Trust me when I say that when you started moving in and out I felt every bit of it. "Me too. My first time with a girl," Martin said. He meant what he'd just said. "Well, it was my first time as well. All the times before that were with a dildo. There was so much pleasure having sex with you and a lot of it was in my mind because you are such a wonderful understanding adorable little sissy boy. Martin, you hit all of my hot buttons both figuratively and literally. "Well, I can tell you this, if I was keeping a diary for yesterday and last night you would have had significant mention," Martin said snickering. "So do I scare you or not Martin?" Sally asked nervously. "Do you know what scared me most when you left this morning. Maybe even a little right now," Martin said. "I was so afraid you'd wake up, shake your head and decide you were far too pretty to be with the likes of me and simply go off and find a real man." "You mean someone in a pair of BVD's instead of panties or a diaper?" "Exactly!" "Someone smelling like aftershave instead of baby powder?" "Just like that," Martin said. "Yuck," Sally said making a face. "Not going to happen precious. Give me a cute little boy that's a pretty little girl inside. Give me a boy that doesn't mind getting taped or pinned into a diaper or having his panties pulled down for a bit of sex. I didn't know that till yesterday." "Seriously?" Martin asked. "Seriously," Sally said. "Give me a boy that prefers smelling like baby powder, and I'll show you someone that's going to go into his crib too tired to finish his baby bottle from all the sex he's had. That's the boy I want." "Are you looking for volunteers?" Martin asked raising a hand. "Nope, already got one I think? I hope," Sally said looking at Martin intently. "I guess you do," Martin said. "Are you being serious?" Sally asked. "Heck yes," Martin said. "Do you need to be changed?" Sally asked. "I'm afraid so and it's not all from cleaning all of a sudden," Martin said smiling. "So how does that sex reassignment surgery actually work? "When we have a little more time I can show you in much greater detail," Sally said snickering. "But right now I'd like to shower first then I can give you a proper bath. Mind if I borrow some of your panties? Maybe a slip and dress," Sally asked. "Going to be really short on you," Martin said walking to his room with Sally walking behind. "Will you still go to the Halloween party?" "I'd love to," Sally said stopping in front of Martin's closet. The selections were adorable to breath taking. Sally always thought of herself as a girl and before that a sissy but it was clear Martin was living her dream. "Martin, have you always wanted to be a girl?" Sally asked as she fingered one dress after another. "No, never," Martin said. "Not until those women in the Beauty Salon put me into that dress and fixed me up to look like a little girl. I guess that started it, but I think it was when Helen told me I was going to start wearing diapers that things started to get really exciting. And it keeps just getting worse." "Or better," Sally said. "Or better! Which is what I meant," Martin said as Sally lifted a dress that she had suddenly fallen in love with. "That's cute." Chapter Be Careful Where you Poke Around There were panties, a cute full slip, Sally's own bra and that adorable dress on Martin's bed when Sally went into the shower. Martin was firm when Sally began to undress but throbbing when she went into the master bathroom for the shower. Martin's diaper was nearly soaked trying to imagine sex again and that's when he began to undress. "Couldn't wait," Sally said smiling as Martin opened the shower door. "I wanted to see your sex reassignment surgery," Martin said fibbing a little to gain access to Sally. "What perfect timing you have. I was just going to wash myself, now you can do it. Here, use this," Sally said handing Martin a little tube. "Just a little dab on your finger. Then insert it into my Virginia and wiggle all around for a bit." "Really?" Martin asked. "Same stuff as before?" "Really," Sally said. "Same stuff as before! It's a lubrication jelly. I use it to keep myself lubricated. It's wonderful for any type of penetration. Perfect for light moisturizing." Martin dabbed his finger then inserted it into Sally's vagina and did as she instructed while the warm water cascaded over them. Sally pushed against Martin's finger then suddenly had her hand around Martin's penis and was gently tugging on it. "One good turn deserves another," Sally whispered. "Or is that a tug?" Martin pushed his finger in and wiggled with more enthusiasm as Sally continued masturbating him. Martin was four inches shorter than Sally putting his lips at the end of her neck. She had no Adams apple he noticed which he knew was another tell tale sign of a boy. That was a comment made by Evelyn when she was first teaching him to dance after putting him into his first Shirley Temple dress. They called it the Adam's Apple because that was a secondary sex characteristic of boys. Evelyn said not all boys have that characteristic. She hadn't meant it to be an insult, just a statement but it had stuck. Martin had no Adam's apple. Neither did Sally. But she did have beast he noticed bending down to kiss the left one, then the right. He bent a tiny bit more and kissed the nipple of the left and then lifted it with his free hand. He wanted to nurse and did and clearly she felt that because her hand around his penis grew firmer. He pushed his finger in harder and wiggled more. She pushed her hips against his hand harder. There was a sudden flurry of activity initiated by Sally that started when she maneuvered him so she could shove his penis into her and did. She rotated his tip around her vulva then inserted him into her and pushed lightly. Martin slipped in easily and fully with her thrust. They're arms encircled each other and held for a second with only a slight movement of their hips. Sally shuddered and Martin ejaculated instantly. It was impossible to stop or do anything else but hold on to each other as the waves of pleasure circled them. They were being mummified together as if strips of warm wet gauze were being wrapped around them. "Jeez Martin," whispered Sally as she began rotating her pelvis to gather in the last of him before he shriveled to half his size. "I know," Martin said still breathing hard as he felt himself fall free. He turned slightly to let the water wash over him. Sally picked up the soap from the tray and lathered his flaccid penis before washing herself. Sally washed Martin head to toe before he washed her before she shut the water. There were three large towels on the floor at the end and lots of baby powder everywhere when they were done. Everything was going to be fine they decided as Sally brought the diaper under Martin. He'd decided on a disposable under a cute pair of regular panties with My Little Pony on the leg in a darker pink than the panty. He loved getting diapered before this but this time even more with Sally closing the tapes. He wasn't sure why but in her short dress and standing between his legs it was somehow very erotic. It made him feel very babyish as he patted the diaper before helping him into his panties. He wore a full slip himself then one of his longer play dresses which meant it came to four inches above his knee. Martin decided on regular white socks and white tennis shoes and his own hair in with two bows off to the side. He looked like a ten year old girl trying to look like a five year old girl. He loved that look. "So what's on your agenda?" Sally asked. "I've got to meet with Evelyn then go to the dance costume store. She's going to outfit the scouts with their costumes for the party tomorrow and I promised to pay for them. They're going to march in the colors tomorrow dressed as girls and Evelyn says that the costume shop has these adorable red, white and blue outfits that would be perfect for the boys to wear. "You've got scouts dressing as little girls," Sally said. "This I've got to see!" "It was Evelyn's idea," Martin said. "I guess one of the scouts takes tap dancing with her and was going to dress as a girl and somewhere along the line he convinced the others. When she asked if I'd pay for the outfits and said yes they all agreed. I'm told even the fathers got into it." "Wow," Sally said. "So I guessing that these marching in with the colors is what, the flag?" "Yes, they play the anthem and march in with the flag. Going to be so adorable. They'll all be wearing those cute little uniforms with cute little military hats and ruffled socks and Mary Jane shoes plus white gloves. They were told they can donate the costumes when Halloween passes but I'll bet none of them do," Martin said as he grabbed his purse. All nine boys were milling about the dance store when Evelyn and Martin came in with Sally. Clearly they were embarrassed to be there but not the mothers who were already going through the racks of outfits. The woman that ran the store had already organized the outfits and had them lined up by sizes with names attached. Mothers and sons were handed the dress and sent off to the changing rooms for fit. When the three dressing rooms filled Mrs. Baker, the owner took a couple of the boys over to the girl shoes and started fitting them for the black patent parade shoes to go with the dresses. Each boy put on a ruffled sock from the set they were given to wear for the left shoe they got. Mrs. Baker was well organized. The wig store next door was already fitting nine wigs with sparked hair bows to match the dresses. The bows had been brought over by Ms. Baker that morning. A young girl, the daughter of the wig store owner started coming over with the wigs on Styrofoam heads in carry boxes. The boys were rotating between the dressing room, shoes and walled mirrors. It was a sight. The dresses were strapped in sparked polyester satin that got pulled on like a leotard. The skirts stood almost straight out nearly the width of a regular door with three full layers of petticoats attached. The layer next to the legs was a nylon chiffon that was silkier than the other two which were stiffer. There was a huge bow already tied at the back with a short wide steamer hanging down that rested on the skirt. Two more bows rested on the shoulder straps that tied closed. There was a wrist strap of gathered elastic and lace with a bow to match. One of the mothers told her son if he decided to become a girl she would be okay with that. Everyone laughed. It took another half hour to organize the boys for a photo. The photographer taking the photos was also paid for by Martin who mostly did it for Evelyn's sake. She wanted one for her studio. She had never seen that many boys dressed as adorable little girls all at once and said it would go a long ways for the boys that came in hating to take dance lessons. All the boys were going to stay in their outfits and go back to the hotel and Evelyn's studio to practice their marching to the music. They were going to have hot dogs and soda. When they got their formations down they were going to move the music and their marching to the street to practice. "How many of those boys will turn from today's experience," Sally said driving back with Martin after Martin paid the account. Both he and Sally now owned the same outfits as the scouts as they walked back to the car. "All of them," Martin said. "Think about it. They're in silk Dance Skin pantyhose Stockings which, for practical purposes are panties to those boys. Not to mention those pretty little dresses with petticoats marching around with that slips bouncing all around them - for hours. Hello? I saw some of their faces. A few turned coming out of the changing rooms in their pantyhose and dress." "You're probably right," Sally said. "What about you, you want to march around the apartment in your little outfit?" Martin asked. "Stop," Sally said laughing. "I've got to go home and at least toss things out of my refrigerator before they take on a life of their own." "So what about school and the like?" Martin asked. "I mean if you were here to be my bodyguard how was that going to work?" "School was a more like a front although that's something I'd actually like to do down the road. In this case I took a leave of absence. Like I said, it was part of my alibi. Why?" "Why don't you move in with me?" Martin asked. "Seriously?" Sally asked. "Of course. I do need a body guard and that way I don't have to walk as far when my body needs guarding," Martin said laughing. "Seriously, I would feel safe with you around and until I can pass as Mary Beth I sure like to have you as my consultant. I pay pretty well." "You can't pay me and have sex with me," Sally said. "Okay, how about free room and board and gifts for occasional access to your vagina and other parts?" Martin asked. "I can do that," Sally said then laughed. She started to shake her head. "But no money." "What?" Martin asked. "I think they once called that prostitution. I mean who would have thought I'd go from what I once did to prostitute?" "A single client does not a prostitute make. You're a teacher of girl- hood," Martin said. "Fair enough," Sally said. Chapter Halloween Night, Not So Frightful Martin invited the school that was right behind the hotel to Halloween Night. He'd gotten a permit thanks to the woman he hired to help organize that part of the event to help Helen. She was an extraordinary planner and immediately created passes for the children and parents then the hotel guest before getting permission to close the street and build the barricades. They were removable for fire and emergency services. Cindy, the organizer also managed to find an amusement company that provided dozens of rides, games and activities for children which included catering. There was going to be a Midway in front of the hotel with the games then rides at the far end with the food court at the other. There was a movie theater that ran continuous cartoons and for the adults Bingo and casino. For the older kids a large area with arcades. Martin was excited enough that he couldn't wait but most of that was because of his outfit and now more than ever because Sally had found a Princess Peach outfit to go with his Mario Cart's Baby Peach that he'd had made. Martin's Baby Peach dress wasn't exactly baby because he wanted more slips so he had the seamstress add more skirt and lacy trim for the extra petticoats that Baby Peach didn't wear. There were also the gathered puffy side panels that were on the Princess Peach dress that he wanted on the Baby Peach dress as well. The seamstress included a puffy diaper to be worn over his regular diaper and an adorable ruffled pair of panties to wear over those He had a jeweler make the small crown to wear over the blond wig. Last but not least Martin had a pair of regular Mary Jane shoes died a soft pastel pink by a Cobbler to match the pink color of his dress. All he needed on the day of the event was Sally to put him into his night time diaper. "Make love to me first," Martin said as Sally came over with his baby pants. He was already on the night time diaper and soaker. "Again," Sally said. They had made love that morning not too long after waking up. She had reached over pushed his pacifier into his mouth and laid her hand on top of Martin's pulsing erection encouraging him to wet his night time disposable. She had a definitely dominate streak about her Martin discovered. Martin, already on his back began to let himself squirt into this diaper warming it under Sally's hand. "Oh my goodness, that feels so naughty. Look at you sucking on a baby's pacifier and a diaper like a little baby." It only turned him on more and when he finished she got up on her knees, peeled his diaper free of him and mounted his still throbbing penis to begin riding him like a rocking horse. It was a slow back and forth motion as she caressed her own breast in a light arch while Martin caressed his baby dress and nursed his pacifier till he ejaculated. It was a great way to wake up. They both showered for breakfast. That had been several hours ago and obviously more than enough time for Martin to be ready to go again, Sally mused as she fluffed her Princess Peach dress over the bridal slips. They had called around and found the Princess Peach outfit still available mostly because of the rental price which wasn't a barrier for Martin. It was gorgeous. Almost a Southern Bell style like the Mario Brothers version but done in an expensive taffeta and bridal satin. The underskirt sat under a split skirt edged in a gathered lace all matched in a pastel pink except for the slightly darkened wings gathered at the sides. The tiered petticoats that hung to the floor to match the dress was just an inch shorter so both had two inches clearance. The Princess Peach vintage blue earrings and delightful little crown were identical and went perfectly with the wig that Sally went into after her makeup. She had spent to the whole time doing this in front of Martin who she had put on top of his bed over his disposable but without taping the diaper. Obviously it was meant to tease and included the soft nipple of his pacifier because she'd forced that into his mouth as well. "What's all this?" Martin had asked. "You wanted me to help you dress after I dressed," Sally said. "My price for that service is to see you sucking on a baby's pacifier while laying over your diapers watching me dress." "You really are a very wicked girl," Martin said pressing over the double diapers and soaker to get some minor relief from the pleasure of seeing her in panties and bra before she wigged into the slip. "I know. Now be a good little sissy boy and nurse your pacifier while mommy gets dressed," Sally had said. By the times she had slipped her feet into her pink flats his penis was beating to keep pace with his heart. "At least get me off," Martin begged. "Are you going to be a good little girl," Sally asked coming over and kneeling on the bed beside him. She bent slightly to grab the diapers. She had doubled the diapers plus added another down the middle folded in thirds. He wasn't going to be able to walk when she was finished with his diapering she mused. Five layers of diapers. Each diaper she'd discovered were 4-8-4's which mean a four Birdseye layers of cotton then four more down the middle thus 4 by 8 by 4. That meant that the one she folded was 16 layers. What it really meant was with the two diapers and soaker folded in thirds he was going to have 32 layers of Birdseye cotton between his legs. More than enough for a sissy baby she mused putting her hand directly on the top. "Can you say I'm a sissy little baby for me," Sally said rotating her hand as she pulled the pacifier from of Martin's mouth. "I'm a sissy little baby," Martin whispered through teeth he was gritting. The pleasure was intense. Sally slipped the pacifier back into his mouth and wiggled it in to its hilt. "Such a good little sissy girl," Sally said wiggling the pacifier as she pressed more firmly on his diapers. She moved her hand in a circle and Martin couldn't hold it back any longer and ejaculated into his diaper. That first ejaculate was more like a pop when he finally let it go to enjoyable sputtering that began to diminish. "Oh oh, did my baby do messes?" Martin simply grunted happily refusing to stop nursing. Sally stood and turned easing between Martin's legs before picking up the first diaper pin. "Hopefully that should hold you for at least another ten minutes," Sally said sarcastically. Martin's skirt ended at the last lace around his panties when Sally helped him up from the bed. Between those ruffled satin panties, his spongy play diaper in brushed back cotton, baby pants over 32 layers of Birdseye he couldn't close his legs. "I don't know if I can walk in these layers," Martin said moving forward a step. "I thought you might have trouble so I asked Cindy to get me an adaptive handicapped carriage. It's identical to a baby's carriage except for adults. Had to buy it to get it painted in pink. She had that done last night at an automotive body shop. Wait right there," Sally said turning to leave the bedroom. "Where you going," Martin said standing there but smiling as he looked at the imagine in the mirror. His dress flared spectacularly with the way the slip sat over his huge diaper region. He looked like an exaggerated baby as he pulled his wig on with the little golden crown. "It's here," Sally said coming back into the room with a large pink baby carriage in front of her. "Wow," Martin said looking at the carriage she was pushing. It was identical to a child's but definitely large enough for him to sit in and it was pink to match his and her outfits. Martin moved to sit in it and Sally pushed him through the door to the baby room and stopped. "What?" "Diaper bag and ribbon for your pacifier," Sally said. There was a security guard in the lobby thanks to Cindy and he walked Martin and Sally to the front lobby door to open it for them. They both had hotel passes. The lobby was a bee hive of activity as guest were coming and going. Outside was also busy as Martin and sally passed the Beauty Parlor door for the handicap ramp. Helen and Sandy were standing by the door and waved but Helen bent to kiss Martin. Sandy took Martin's hand to thank him for the party. Rose and Tracy were just inside the door but there was a women sitting in one of the chairs so one of the two were busy. Martin had given Helen enough money to cover receipts for an entire week and then put out flyers for anyone that wanted a shampoo and perm or set or haircut to come in and get one free. They'd been busy all week. Lots of little girls and boys and their teachers. The boy scouts were in that morning Helen said. Annabelle was down the stairs with a satin umbrella dressed like a Southern Bell in a mint green dress and waved when she recognized Martin. Martin waved back. As he did so he saw another guy waving and started to wave back trying to figure out who it was. It took a moment. The guy was in a leather jacket with an Elvis style hair cut and white tee shirt and jeans. The girl in sweater and poodle skirt also waved. Martin laughed. "What?" Sally asked. "That couple over there, the two throwing darts at the balloons. That's Hazel Pederson our Assistant District Attorney with her boyfriend Adam Watts, the District Attorney. The one in the poodle skirt is Adam," Martin said. "And I'm guessing if he's not in one of his girdles or garter belts she's got him diapered." "You're kidding," Sally said. "Nope, found that out just a little while ago when I caught him looking up my dress when he thought I was a little girl." "Look at this," Sally said as the music started to play the National Anthem. There were three groups of three little girls all wearing cute adorable red, white and blue costume dresses with shiny legs and ruffled white shocks wearing black patent Mary Jane shoes. They all wore white gloves and on their left wrist were ruffled gathered bands holding a large gathered bow. The bow matched the bows in their curled hair. The first three girls held flags with the middle girl holding the American flag with the left California's State flag and the right one the Scout flag that read Troupe 103 on it. Behind them the other two groups of three. The ones without flags were marching with their hands bent out in a kind of girlish pose as they high stepped in rhythm to the music. "Oh my God, it's the boys," Martin said. There were parents walking alongside with cell phones and video recorders filming them as they marched towards the stage. The DJ that had been playing the music was saluting as the boys got to the stage to march single file to the steps. It was clear that the Dance skins were snug enough under their leotard dresses to help hide the "boy parts". The sewn in ruffles gathered across the bottom and around the legs made a difference as well. They were adorable. Then Martin heard another voice... "Those can't be boys," the man said. "But look, that girl is carrying a banner that reads Troupe 103," another man noted. "They were boys, but not any more," Martin mumbled slightly louder than he'd intended. "And neither am I." "What?" Sally asked. "I asked if you were hungry," Martin said with a little touch of sarcasm. He was covertly pressing on the front of his dress just over his diapers. "Horny as hell," Sally answered. Martin turned his head to look back and up at Sally to correct her, but before he could repeat his question the band that Cindy had brought in started warming up with the chorus from Hotel California... "Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here" "Me too Sally, me too," Martin said...