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Richard woke up early, a thing very unlike him. He'd had the most wonderful dream. He'd gotten all dressed up cutely and then spent time with some new friends and then been driven up the hill to the a beautiful princess's house and she'd given him the most enjoyable time of his life, then he'd skipped home wearing a jingly dress... He sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and then looked down at his nightie, realizing that he'd actually done all of that. He sat there for a bit, still amazed and in mild bliss before remembering that he had chores he needed to finish. He'd wanted to try on that pink prom dress his sister had been shoved into on his birthday - and which she had left in his room, along with all the other girl stuff she would never wear again - but he'd be doing dishes and scrubbing the toilet and didn't want to risk it getting wet. Instead, he picked out a pink, floral-print housewife dress that could have been sixty years old, the tights that came with the prom dress and, after a bit of thought, his pink four- inch heels. (He'd wanted to wear his jingly socks again, but he'd been skipping in them yesterday and they needed to be washed.) Then he carried his dress and heels to the bathroom, where he set them down on the closed toilet and started brushing his teeth. His diaper was, of course, still dry, and he would normally just let go in the shower, but that felt like cheating and not at all in the spirit of being diaper buddies with Leslie. Instead, he peeled it off with as little damage as possible, took some of his mother's sweet-smelling floral shampoo, washed his hair very thoroughly, and then took a small dollop of some thickly lavender-scented leave-in conditioner and followed the directions exactly because he'd never used it before. He dried himself thoroughly with a fluffy towel (particularly in his nether regions), put his diaper back on and taped it as snugly as he could, slipped on the light pink tights, lifted the floral dress over his head and buttoned up the front, and slipped on his high heels. He realized he still had to pee, but that's what his diaper was for, and he giggled lightly as he let go. He looked in the mirror and smiled at his own reflection, twirling a bit. This dress was, of course, nowhere near as frilly or sweet as the thing he'd worn yesterday, but he enjoyed the sensation of the light fabric on his skin. Four inches really was pretty high for him, especially with such thin heels, and he daintily, carefully minced downstairs, one hand on the railing, to pick up where he'd left off with the laundry. He put in the next load as Zoe had instructed him, but not knowing quite what to do with the dry clothes, he simply folded them up as delicately as he could and placed them on the ironing board. (He'd never heard of his mother actually ironing anything.) He minced over to the kitchen, realizing that everything seemed very far away with such little steps, and found some rubber gloves. Picking out the right cleaners with a lot of careful label reading, he very carefully minced back upstairs, found a stiff-bristled brush, carefully kneeled in his dress so as not to get it dirty, and cleaned the toilet, then decided to do the bathtub as well. Once everything was nice and shiny, he minced downstairs, checked the timers on the washer and dryer (cleaning the toilet and bathtub didn't actually take that long), and lightly washed the few dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, making sure he was using the right liquid. Zoe had used the wrong one, once. Then he minced back to the laundry room and went through another load of clothes, enjoying the pleasant, girly buzz he was getting from being a good little sissy. What else could he do? Oh, right, the lawn - but the lawn would have to be handled after morning rush hour. Jingling home had been one thing, but waking the whole neighborhood up with a lawnmower would have been very unwise. Instead, he decided to clean off the cabinets and counters, throwing away a bunch of old trash that had been accumulating for a while. (Their mother could be something of a hoarder and would surely be worse without her children. On the bright side, she would never seriously look in either of their closets.) He went for the stove next, and cleaning that out was really rather disgusting and nasty, but he perservered by reminding himself that he was a dutiful little sissy, and he didn't realize how long it was actually taking him until he realized that he couldn't hear the washer anymore, and he minced back to do yet another load of laundry, including his jingly dress and socks. He placed his own clothes in a laundry basket, carefully making his way up the stairs again, smiling coyly at how hard his heels made everything and enjoying the subtle helpless feeling that his wet diaper was giving him. He heard his sister in her room but minced back downstairs to finish his chores. "Hey, Ricky," Zoe said, going up to him as he worked. He was wondering if she would laugh at him for doing chores he didn't even need to do while wearing four-inch heels no one had told him to wear. Instead, she handed him his phone. "You need to get in our chat, and you've gotta read this." He unlocked it and added them all as friends - even his sister hadn't been on his friends list - got into their private server, and read, or tried to read, what she was talking about. Leslie, her diaphragm's weakness forcing a degree of quiet on her in the physical world, could be incredibly chatty online. Richard scrolled up to read line after line of her discussing an doctor's appointment that would "finally, actually" happen in the middle of next month, and she continued on and on about a triple approach of some sort of CRISPR- based gene therapy, X-linked reactivation (Richard had absolutely no idea what that was), and engineered, allogeneic (whatever the hell that meant) stem cells. Apparently, choosing to give just one of these experimental treatments to a human being was considered unethical, so she needed to get all of them at once. Dr. Sinchurch, the lead researcher, had advised her parents not to get too hopeful, but Leslie had used the word 'cure' more than once. "Holy crap," Richard said. "Is she actually going to be free of that?" He was viscerally reminded of the difference between a fetish and a problem. The games he was playing with himself (and, even more enjoyably, with Susie) weren't real, and he would never want them to be. "She thinks so," Zoe replied. "If it works, that would be the most... God, I can't even describe..." Her voice was breathless, and Richard expected her to start crying tears of joy at any moment. Richard was also reminded that this was her girlfriend, someone she surely cared about the way he cared about Susie, and he could not have even imagined his feelings if it were Susie in Leslie's position. "Oh, hey," Richard said before his sister really started crying, "I folded up a bunch of your and Mom's clothes, I don't know where they go." She smiled widely at him. "Don't worry about that part, I'll handle the female clothes," Zoe said, and pretended to think for a bit. "Well, the female clothes worn by actual females," she finished, giggling, leaving him to finish cleaning the stove. He had a single burrito for breakfast along with his sister, as she'd mentioned that they'd probably be eating somewhere nice that day, and he did the lawn as he'd intended: with his housewife dress on, his feet in his heeled sneakers, and his face made up so that he really looked like a girl. He probably did go a bit more quickly than he should have, but the end result was even stripes around the small front and back lawns, and then he realized that he was actually tired, put his four- inch heels back on because he loved how his feet felt in them, put the last load of laundry into the washing machine, meticulously dried the dishes, and went to play pirated Skyrim featuring mods from places that thirteen-year-olds were not allowed to be, only realizing later that he'd completely forgotten to ask for a change. Oh well. Instead of bugging his big sister, he decided to just be a good girly boy and stay in his wet diaper. As he put the laundry into the dryer, the Discord chat warned him that his friends were arriving, and he curtseyed to them as they came in, enjoying their light giggles. "Hey, Zoe, I was going to wait until we got there," Leslie said, "but it's starting to get bad. I'm sorry..." "Leslie, it's okay, remember? It's always okay. Besides, if it's all right with you, I want Ricky to change you so he can see what it's like." After a bit of thought, Leslie agreed, and Richard realized that what he was about to do was unwrap a piece of plastic trash to uncover concentrated, raw sewage. Immediately, he gained a deep appreciation for the world's parents and a low contempt for all the nonconsensual diaper fetish stuff he'd seen. Doing this for someone he cared about was bad enough; doing it to someone he hated, on an ongoing basis, would have required him to not be merely sadistic but entirely devoted to the cause of sadism, especially if he wanted to do it properly. Trying not to show any visible reaction to the smell - he didn't want to make this worse for her - he wiped her up front-to-back, trying to avoid any hint of doing anything sexual, and added powder before laying a new diaper under her and taping her up as Zoe instructed. "So, how was it, really?" Leslie asked. Richard felt put in an awkward position. "I really, really hope that treatment works," he replied to get out of it, and the group laughed, even Leslie. Leslie smiled at him. "Okay, my turn to change you." She could tell he was wet. "I've never changed anyone before." Richard was surprised, but agreed. Leslie had a difficult time changing herself due to the weakness of her core muscles, but her arms were mostly fine, and with the help of her friends to move her into a good position along with his cooperation, she had lifted up his housewife dress, removed the diaper, and wiped him swiftly. "Don't put him in a new one," Caroline said. "Probably not a good idea to risk it on the way there. Ricky, go wear your boy clothes and bring a pair of swimming trunks. Leslie has to be at the Y at 12, that's not negotiable." Richard understood and quickly started mincing up to his room to change, the girls enjoying watching him totter on his heels. "And bring those sneakers Susie got you. I'll handle the rest." Richard methodically took off his housewife attire, shoving it all into the back of the closet just in case his mother got home unexpectedly, then put on his swimming trunks and, over those, a set of the boy clothes he'd gotten from the thrift store, putting on his regular black sneakers and tossing the heeled ones in his school backpack. He hopped down the stairs, locked the door behind him (he'd remembered his house key this time), and rushed out to the car as they were helping Leslie in, jumping into the open front door. "Hey, if Leslie needs room, why isn't she the one up front?" Richard asked. He'd have liked to be next to Susie as much as possible. "Too dangerous," Caroline replied immediately as she pulled out. "Middle back is the safest place in any collision. And I wouldn't want to hit her with an air bag, either." It was only then that he started really paying attention to the way Caroline drove: focused and careful, with her head on a swivel for people less careful than her. She was, after all, a car girl, and he was certain that she was a better driver than nearly everyone else on the road, let alone other people her age. "How'd you even meet each other?" "I was wondering if you were ever going to ask that. Our shop does repair, but it's mostly customs. Her dad needed a wheelchair lift added to his SUV, and our parents just kept going for a while about dimensions, structure, comfort, everything. Business was slow, and I didn't have anything else to do, so we just kind of started talking. Met Susie pretty much the same way. Her dad wanted a whole lot of stuff added to his car." "And I met Susie after your birthday party," Zoe continued. "This was after I'd taken that junior prom dress off. I just needed to be away from Mom and out of that house. Just had to make sure those damn cousins didn't see me leave. We met on the back trails." "She really needed someone to talk to," Susie said, "and I am very glad I did." He heard the smile in her voice. He'd expected her and everyone to start treating him subtly differently once he was dressed like a boy again, but they didn't. He was simply Ricky to them either way, even to Susie, and that knowledge gave him a deep sense of well-being. The Y, as many places were, was mostly empty. Leslie, of course, had a full membership; Caroline casually said "Susie, you or me?" and Susie pulled out a twenty to get the rest of them in. On the way to the lockers, they were swiftly greeted by a smiling, tall woman who looked like she could be a lifeguard. "Mindy! Did you hear about the treatment?" Leslie asked. "I definitely heard," the woman replied in an understanding voice that came off as neither clinical nor condenscending. "I really hope this works out. It would mean a lot if it did, to you and a lot of other people as well. Would you like to introduce your friends?" "This is Susie, Zoe, and Ricky," Leslie said, gesturing to each of them. "This is is my physical therapist, Mindy," she continued, gesturing to the smiling woman. "She's helped me a ton." "I'm very glad you're all here," Mindy said. "In my professional experience, having supportive friends means a lot. You don't have to get involved, you don't have to say anything, you can swim wherever you want, but I just want you to be around for her. That's important." They all nodded. She gently patted Leslie on the shoulder. "C'mon, let's get you ready." They all went off to change, Richard feeling rather alone in the men's locker room, wondering if he could pass when wearing a girls' swimsuit and figuring he couldn't. Maybe if he were younger, perhaps if there were plenty of frills extending from the midsection to hide anything boyish. He stripped quickly in the empty locker room, tossing his clothes into his backpack. Lacking a lock, he carefully stashed it somewhere that no one would find it, and went out to swim. Where were they? Oh. Right. Girls, and one of them was disabled. Dipping his toe into the shallow end, he got in. He actually hadn't swam for a while; the last time he'd worn his trunks was at the water park a couple weeks ago, where his mother had fortunately just let him and his sister run around in the warm weather. He experimentally made a few strokes, starting with a dog paddle and gradually working up to moves he'd learned many years ago. "Having fun?" Susie asked, and he looked up at her in her bikini, which was a few shades darker than her skin, and his swimming trunks immediately began to tent under the water. She slipped in the water next to him, and they hugged deeply and kissed lightly, and he fully realized that he had an actual girlfriend and not just when he was dressed like a girl himself. "Race you to the other side," she said, and he immediately started going after her. She won handily; she'd obviously been practicing freestyle, and he struggled to really get going with anything but a basic breaststroke, and it felt like his head didn't want to stay above the water. "I need to swim more," he lamented as he finally reached the other side of the Olympic-sized pool. "You just needed something to chase," she said teasingly, kissing him again and swimming back. He tried to copy her movements as best he could, learning freestyle swimming the hard way, kicking his legs as hard as he could. He did better that time, he thought, and then she kissed him again and swam back. He realized that this probably counted as some kind of physical training, that she was using her feminine wiles to spur him on. What was he going to do? Not swim after her? She did the same thing out and back again, and then he confessed that he really was exhausted and out of shape from not having done this for a while, and they sat around watching Leslie and Mindy for a bit, the therapist pushing Leslie as hard as she would go. Zoe always tried to stay close to them, even though she enjoyed diving as deep as she could. Caroline was actually a decent swimmer as well, and there were a couple of older guys, the only other patrons in the pool, surreptitiously trying not to look at her as they did their own swimming. It was a solid hour of exercise and companionship, and Richard's muscles were burning by the time Mindy helped Leslie out of the pool. He'd have greatly loved to have spent time in the hot tub with them, but it was closed indefinitely 'for the health and safety of our guests'. 'Fuck this pandemic,' Richard almost said aloud. And then Caroline walked up to him and whispered in his ear, and he smiled. Ten minutes later, if anyone had been paying attention to the security cameras, it would have seemed like a scene from a spy movie: A disabled girl sits in her wheelchair outside a women's locker room in a lesser- used part of the facility. A boy in swimming trunks approaches, and she presses a couple of buttons on her phone. As he walks past, a couple of girls open the door in front of him and quickly whisk him inside. Two minutes later, four girls leave the bathroom and walk towards the back entrance, a well-developed one wearing the boy's backpack, another pushing the girl in the wheelchair. Richard was amazed at how quickly they'd managed to transform him, although they'd had not only his consent but his active participation. His swimming trunks had come off at the same time his bra had gone on, a very special something that Caroline had concocted last year as a gift to a friend, which had been worn only once and then returned. She'd used a sports bra, shredded tire rubber, fabric, and epoxy to make it, and although the results were far from bouncy or jiggly, they looked legitimate under the pink T-shirt (advertising her father's business) that she'd given him. They'd also swiftly put him into a diaper, a set of butt-padded granny- like underwear that Caroline had also made, and pink shorts that barely covered that underwear. Zoe had made up his face in record time, and Susie had put his hair into a high ponytail while he'd put on his pink socks (no bells) and white heeled sneakers. It would take very close observation to realize that he was wearing a diaper or wasn't really a girl, and anyone making observations that close would probably wind up in the back of a police car. Of course, they didn't want to walk past the receptionist who had let them in, so they took the back way around, Richard feeling very conscious of the way he was swaying his padded butt as he walked, his new breasts swaying back and forth a bit as well. They were certainly even heavier than the real thing, and although the sports bra keeping them steady, he was also self-conscious of his motions and balance. He felt very uncertain of himself, very dependent on the people around him, and very, very girly, and he gave a light, coquettish smile. He still got shotgun, and he knew that anyone who was looking would see the cute girl with the nice breasts up front. He felt actually worried for a bit, but it wasn't like he had any other friends who might recognize him, and at that moment he just really didn't care anyway, any more than he had when he was skipping along yesterday. The only thing that really concerned him was the way his seat belt went between his rubber boobs. "All right, what does everyone want for lunch?" Caroline asked. "Hey Leslie, can you eat sushi?" Susie casually asked. Richard was getting used to her tones of voice. The more casual she sounded, the more money she was preparing to spend. There was no way she could always throw this much of it around. It was certainly because of him, and he was sure without even asking that he was her first real boyfriend. "I'll ask Dad, it's his lunch break, too." He picked up the phone almost at once. "Hey, Dad. Yeah, swimming went fine. Is sushi okay for me? Well, yeah. Right, cool. Thanks, Dad." She hung up. "He says sushi and rice are good for me, just to stay away from the salt." "This place, that means stay away from the soy sauce," Susie said, and, seeing no objections from anyone (Zoe and Richard had never had sushi in their lives), gave Caroline the address to put in her car's GPS. "Can we stop at the pharmacy?" Leslie asked, seeing it up ahead as they drove down a main road. "I'm kinda low." She did not need to explain what she was low on. "Sure, I'll get 'em." She stopped in and was in and out within a single minute, a package of absorbent, low-visibility adult diapers in a plastic bag. "Wow, you just walked right in and bought those and nothing else," Richard pointed out. He would have wanted to create a greater shopping list and throw the diapers in with other things. "Yeah, nobody's going to ask why when you're buying diapers," Caroline said. "What kind of answer would you expect? 'It's for my grandma.' 'It's for my disabled friend.' Or better yet, 'I have incontinence.' And then the cashier just feels like a royal asshole for asking. Besides, not asking questions like that's gotta be something they teach in day one of orientation there. First rule of selling medical shit, don't humiliate your customers." "I can pay for it, if you want," Leslie said. "Don't worry about it. I'm not at Susie's level but just don't worry about it." Her father had upgraded her from "Daddy's little helper" to "actual assistant" a couple years ago, paying her increasing amounts of money to do increasingly vital things. It was, of course, an upscale sushi restaurant, and given that the waitress greeted Susie by name - even despite it being closed for months, previously - he was very certain that she and/or her father had made an enormous splash in there before. The place had re-opened the previous day for sit-down traffic, and there were only a handful of other people sitting in a far booth, and Zoe quietly whispered in her brother's ear, "She's about to keep this place open." He only nodded. "Just get what you can eat," Susie advised, and then they started talking about all the different items, and Richard had noticed that all of them were worried about whether or not what they were getting would be enough or too much, and pointed out a family smorgasbord platter and a large pot of tea that they could simply split, and that had been the right decision. It also meant that Richard didn't need to talk out loud to the waitress. Zoe breathed a small sigh. "Just to be able to finally get here... I'm not talking about affording anything, I'm talking about just getting here at all. I actually asked to eat here, something small, just because I wanted to try it, remember, Richelle?" she settled on to call him. He didn't remember, as she'd been ten or so at the time. "Oh no, of course we couldn't afford it. Meanwhile, that Christmas abomination and that stupid vanity must have cost, even second hand..." She realized that she was ruining the mood while probably talking about money too much in front of Susie, and stopped. She looked at Caroline with a smile. "I swear, around here, a driver's license is like a superpower." She wondered when she'd ever be able to make use of one. "Meanwhile, Susie's got Batman's superpower," Richard quietly said. He knew it was a violation of Rule 1, but it was funny. Caroline, Leslie, and Zoe all turned to look at him. "Richelle, you know she lost her mom, right?" Caroline asked. "Oh crap I'm sorry!" Richard whispered, covering his mouth, his arm resting against one of his heavy boobs. It hadn't even occurred to him to ask why Susie only ever mentioned her dad. Fortunately, Susie wasn't familiar with comic book universes, and they gently, patiently explained to her what Batman's 'superpower' was and that his parents had been killed. "So.. what happened to your mom?" Richard quietly asked after she'd understood how he'd messed up. "Lung cancer happened to her," Susie replied. "And she never even smoked. Zoe told me about your dad." Richard just nodded. "By the way, I actually do have a mom, we just don't get along well," Caroline said. "And Leslie's parents, well..." "We're having lunch, and I have a loving mom and dad," Leslie said pointedly. "I am not talking about my birth parents in a good sushi restaurant." She seemed to despise them even more than her disease. "Yeah, only talk about them in a bad one in case we need to puke," Caroline replied, but did not explain. "Anyway, the reason I hang with you four is that, well, here's ordinary high schoolers," she said, holding her hand at a certain level, and then raised her hand a fair bit. "And here's you. Being someone's friend means having to put up with their bullshit, and the friendship-to-bullshit ratio of the Squad is good enough to make me want to keep driving you around." Her tone gave away the fact that she'd had many friendships that did not have such a good ratio. "Besides," she quietly continued to Richard with a grin, "I never thought I'd ever meet a boy quite like you." Richard blushed a bit, self-consciously holding his arms over his rubber breasts. "He's mine," Susie said offhandedly. "Pfft. I don't want to marry him. You wanna know who I plan to marry?" They all looked at her. "A charter pilot. Not some big plane, he goes where the company tells him to, pilot. I want a guy who flies a small plane up in Alaska somewhere and can take me anywhere in North America. Day I find him, I'll take you all up with me." She smiled wistfully. "And then I won't the only one here without a partner." Zoe and Leslie stared at her, mouths open. "You seriously thought you were hiding it?!" "Zoe, I told you it was really obvious," Richard added. Susie kept quiet, feeling a bit embarrassed at not having realized it earlier. She'd seen some signs but didn't think they were actually girlfriends in that way; upon reflection, it really was pretty clear that they had something going on. "Okay, look, if Mom finds out..." Zoe started, but Caroline just pointed straight at Richard's fake breasts. She was seventeen and had just actively contributed to the willing feminization of a thirteen- year-old boy. None of them was going to let any of them there get in trouble for anything, or everything would come down on all of them. "Right, sorry, being dumb. Hey, I think that's our food." It was, of course, extremely high-class, very well presented, and absolutely delicious, and they dug in. With the unfamiliar and heavy mounds on his chest getting in the way of his arms, Richard had to be careful how he ate, and he wound up taking small, girlish bites that made him feel even cuter, and he liked the idea that any boys trying to hit on him would be in for an unpleasant surprise. (Although, he mused, it wouldn't be all that unpleasant for the right - or, rather, wrong - boy. He was very glad he had Susie instead.) Caring somewhat less about their secret, Zoe and Leslie were feeding each other bites, and then Susie poked Richard and opened her mouth as well, and they took turns feeding each other the same way, giggling softly. Of course they ate it all. Richard confirmed that the girls were full before he happily ate every scrap of food left on the platter, even if he was doing it with feminine bites as they talked. The total cost was seventy five-something and Susie paid with five twenties and told the waitress to keep the change. "All right, how's everyone for frolfing?" Caroline asked. None of them even knew what that meant. "Not one of you has played frisbee golf before." None of them had, and they wanted to try. "Fortunately, the park is wide open and nearly empty this time of day, so almost nobody is going to be looking at us." "I'm not that worried about being seen as a girl," Richard said. It wasn't like he had other friends who would recognize him, and the odds of him being seen by anyone from his school and recognized later were miniscule. "I don't mean that, I mean no one's going to watch any of you suck at it." Caroline was right about everything. Richard had thought that the boobs, butt padding, and mild heels would get in his way, but they really didn't, not for the distances he was throwing. If he did a full arm movement, he'd have completely missed the mark or wildly overshot anyway, as Caroline pointed out. The game was actually fair to Leslie, although, in her wheelchair, she couldn't pick up her disc on her own. It actually took patience, waiting for everyone's turn, and frustration, as all of the newbies did in fact suck at it. None of them really cared; they were with their friends and they were having fun, four girls and one girly boy out at the park together, and that was all that mattered. Caroline dropped off Leslie with Zoe - the cat being out of the bag meant that no one had to invente reasons for that - before arriving at Susie's place. She had a show she'd wanted to Ricky to watch with her, and it wasn't what he expected at all. Eating leftover zereshk polo with his girlfriend and other friend, with his head against his girlfriend's breast and her cat laying on top of him while they all watched a Persian rom-com together, wasn't what he expected to be doing that evening, especially not while he wore fake breasts and butt padding, but it was enjoyable all the same. (He would never have watched something like that by himself. Being with Susie made everything better.) And then the show finally ended and Susie gave her boyfriend a deep, meaningful smile. "I'm going to go practice pool for a half hour or so. I hope you two don't get up to anything while I'm not looking. That would just be a shame," Caroline said, completely tonelessly, as she walked away. "Do you have a pool table or an actual pool?" Richard asked. "Both," Susie replied. He almost asked to go try the table, but she clearly wanted to play an entirely different game involving sticks, balls, and holes, and they were pulling each other's clothes off within seconds, and his shoulders were relieved to be rid of the heavy bra. "Well, this one's a waste," she said, laughing as she realized that she'd torn his diaper off. She flipped over on the ground to put them in the standard 69 position, and Richard had absolutely no idea what to do except stick his tongue in and start licking at whatever looked good. It was easier for her, as just having her mouth on it was more than enough for him. "Ricky, that tickles!" she squealed a few minutes in. "Isn't that why it's called a coochie?" he asked. "Coochie coochie coo!" He started tickling her intentionally, and as she started laughing, he let loose. Spluttering loudly, she turned to look at him, and he started laughing as well. "You are just the worst!" she shouted, still laughing, and he returned to his task, and under the ministrations of his tongue, her giggling turned into something else entirely, and her rapid movements were a sure sign that she was absolutely not faking it. "I can't remember the last time I ate out twice in one day," he said once she was done. "Ate out? What.. you're horrible," she said, laughing. "I couldn't have guessed a boy like you would have that kind of mouth." "You enjoyed my mouth just now," he pointed out. "And you've enjoyed mine twice. So what are you going to get me in return, hmm?" "I wish I could. Seriously, I really do wish I could. But what could I get the princess who has everything?" "Is that how you think of me? As a princess?" He nodded and admitted it. "That's good. That's perfect." She put on an imperious air. "From now on, when we're by ourselves, you will call me 'Your Highness'." "Yes, Your Highness," he obediently said. "Good boy. Your first task as my official servant is to help me put my clothes back on," she ordered him. He put her shirt, panties, and skirt back on, and she helped with his shirt and shorts as well, although the diaper was toast and he decided to forgo the heavy padding, making him more obviously a boy in girls' clothes. "Your next task is to massage my feet." He had no idea what he was doing, of course, kneeling as she sat on the couch with a haughty look on her face, but he kneaded them gently and she seemed to appreciate it. "I am coming up the stairs," Caroline intoned robotically, slowly way up. "I sure hope nothing happened while I was down there." "Absolutely nothing happened at all," Richard said in the same robotic tone, sitting on the couch next to Susie. "Good, because I need to go get Leslie home. You want a ride or stay here?" "Take the ride," Susie told him, and he put his socks and heeled sneakers back on, stuffing the padding in his backpack. "We'll have tomorrow, and the day after, and when your mom goes to work and my dad's not home we'll have plenty of time after that." She kissed him goodbye, and with a spring in his step, he followed Caroline out to the car. "I just don't understand you," Caroline said as they got in. "You're obviously hetero, sometimes you dress like a total sissy, you do chores dressed like a housewife for the thrill, you don't have a problem with going out as a girl, you call yourself a boy..." "If you want to understand me, stop putting me in categories," he told her. "Shit. You're right. I'm the asshole, and that was stupid. Sorry." "It's fine. None of you actually judge me for liking this stuff." "Honestly, I'm having fun with it. Probably not as much fun as you are, though. Also, just by the way, I know you've just found the girl of your dreams, but don't forget your sister, either. Remember who her girlfriend is. If it all works out for Leslie, some of this'll be different, but she needs you as much as you need her. Especially if your mom gets stupid." "I know." Once they arrived, Zoe pushed Leslie out the door in her wheelchair, being extra careful with the step, and Richard wondered whether it wouldn't have been better for her to walk. Oh, right, she probably had just been moving her legs a whole lot while they were doing something that was not his business. Richard put on another diaper (he didn't want to explain that one to Zoe) and played three games of Starcraft 2 that evening, two in which he completely rocked face and one in which the opponent, exceptionally good, eked out a victory over him. He went to bed, planning to enjoy another night of excellent sleep. He had friends he absolutely trusted, a wonderful girlfriend, and even his disabled friend was going to be able to get well. He securely and happily snuggled himself under the covers in his freshly laundered nightie and warm blankets, safe and secure in the unconscious certainty that everything was going to be fine, nothing bad was going to happen to any of them, nothing terrible and unforeseen would occur, and absolutely nothing was going to go wrong.