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Code Named Cinderella By Mary Beth Sanford Synopsis "Come on people, how hard can this be? He's wearing a gown on top of a half dozen petticoats, and he's lost a shoe." Editors Notes: This was released without benefit of an editor so my apologies beforehand. This story occurs in a world without the pandemic. Contents: Introduction They've Found Us On The Road Again Nevada Before Heaven He Was Born Into Hell Making Book Making A Life Mr. Caldwell and Cinderella Looking down at Hell A Rose Is A Rose, Until it's Not. Digital Footprint First Job Out Of The Gate Langley Probe Lady Tremaine's Castle Hurricane Afeminado The Talk A New Life Like Father Like Son Milo's Mary Jane Shoes The Theater Another Talk Baby Suite Guest Cottages Science Class, and EBay Badger's Vacation Diaper Rubs Show Time Impossible You Were Right Pies Galore The Baby's Room Badger's Going Away Cinderella's Cat Lucifer Through The Looking Glass Glass Slipper 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 not like playing with. Characters Created For This Story: Protagonist: Rick (Ricky) Harrison, AKA Bud Anderson, AKA John Baker; Antagonist: Helen Harrison, Anderson and Baker, Wife of Rick, Bud and John; Supporting Roles: Willow Harrison, age 17 (three minutes older than her sister Tammy); Tammy Harrison, age 17, Willow's twin sister; Bobby Harrison, age 16; CIA: Jack Bold; Director, Surveillance Code Unit; Brad Stevens, AKA Badger Surveillance Code; Elisabeth Harrison, AKA Lady Tremaine, Rick's sister. Owner, Spread Eagle Ranch; Gangster Mack, Elisabeth and Rick Harrison's first benefactor; Mr. Benny Caldwell, Elisabeth Forger; Cindy Maxwell, Transformatives, Spread Eagle Ranch; Margret Tanner, SM Theater Production, Spread Eagle Ranch; Milo Martinez, AKA Maria, Republic of Honduras, Video Player, Circle Cinema; Linda Evans, Video Player, Circle Cinema; Sasha Baker, Spread Eagle Ranch Manager Costumer Services; Tammy Stevens, Waitress, Pies Galore; Introduction Rick, AKA Ricky, AKA Bud, and sometimes John, has been running with his wife, son and two daughters ever since he ran afoul of the CIA. So far his superior clandestine skills have beaten back the people and technology looking for them, but that technology, his not too long ago, and now theirs is always improving, and is catching up fast. New search algorithms, better than the original have found them again and they were nearly caught this time. On the run again and sometime later in a different car they pull up at the entrance onto the vast property known as the Spread Eagle Ranch. Rick can't help but smile as he slows to a stop to take it all in. Rick shakes his head at his sister's life size castle. It's been a long and such a very odd journey for both of them Rick muses as a large burly man approaches from the left. Rick begins remembering his days as a little girl as the man leans towards the window. "Hi folks, can I help you?" Chapter They've Found Us "Mother, will you make her stop." Tammy yelled from the family room couch. She had just tossed a popcorn back at her sister. Willow as she so often did had started the fight. Willow three minutes older than her sister Tammy was the more aggressive of the two. As always Bobby was astute enough to know when his sisters were going to have an altercation had started to get up. He slowly eased away from the mayhem his two sisters were creating and lifted his notebook to take with him. Tires squealing on concrete in the garage caught everyone's attention a second before the blast of a loud warning buzzer froze them. It was a very rare sound of an alarm, a unique alarm, set just above the refrigerator and rigged for a single purpose. It had gone off only once before when their father installed it and that was simply to test it. Willow and Tammy froze looking instantly to their mother for guidance, but it was Bobby who moved first setting his notebook down to run for the kitchen door and the button to the garage to open it. His father was backing the car in. "It's not a drill! Come on. Go and get your sisters and mom, now," his father yelled from the driver's side window to his son as the rear of the car reached the short stairs. "Come on, you know the drill, no time for anything else, move, they've found us." Helen was in the kitchen when she heard the tires, then the alarm and now her husband's words from the open door. She knew what it meant. She took a deep breath to calm herself and wiped her hands. At least she didn't have to do the dishes she thought as she tossed the dish towel aside. She left the stove on. That too was part of the drill. Later everything had to look normal. Rick as Bud moved to the gas heater, moved a lever and climbed back into the car to press the hatch button. There were few steps to be taken and those steps were taken. The girls, one after the other jumped up, leaving their bowls of popcorn in the living room as bobby went back and closed his notebook. The girl's together opened the closet, grabbed jackets, tossing Bobby his as they all made their way to the open kitchen door. Helen taking a quick look with a practiced eye followed and watched as the kids filed in, Bobby in the middle. Nothing was taken, nothing was needed. Those precious family photos were on a decorative USB that looked like a gold chip around Helen's neck. They had rehearsed this many times. Less than a minute has passed as everyone filed pass. Helen grabbed their go bag from the pantry floor. She gave a sigh and left everything else as it was. It was intended to be that way should the site be investigated, which was likely. She joined the rest in the car kissing her husband Rick hello as he climbed in. She knew there would be time for answers to her questions later. "All set?" Rick asked. "All set," Helen answered. "Everyone buckled?" Rick asked looking in the mirror for conformation while putting the car in drive to pull out of the still open but now darkened garage. All three kids nodded their yeses. Helen pushed the button on the glove box and pulled the small electronic box Rick had rigged handing it to him as he eased onto the street to drive casually up and away from the house. That box was now being used instead of the garage door opener. That box triggered other controls as lights came on when he pulled away. One of the bulbs had been broken but the old fashion tungsten was still intact so it would glow hot when the time came. A second press of the button on that same box now closed the garage door, but this time as the door closed it also triggered a small solenoid that pulled a safety lever made of plastic. That lever in turn pulled a valve open that also tugged on a larger plastic lever. Both would be destroyed in the explosion and fire. A loud hiss started in two different places. Natural gas flowing through soft plastic tubing began filling under the house and in the garage as the door came down while they pulled away. The plastic, a compound designed to burn to ash like paper would leave no evidence it had ever been there. "How bad?" Helen asked casually as they drove up the street at normal speed. "The sons of bitches killed Matt," Rick said softly so the kids didn't hear him while looking in the rear view mirror. He was calculating the volume of gas filling the house while he drove. It was simple math calculating the flow of gas through the one inch pipe under pressure over the time estimated as he drove. He needed enough gas to blow the house up, but not destroy his neighbors around the block. Rick waited till he crested the hill and could still see the entire housing track. They were just coming up to the road leading to the on ramp which led to the freeway before he began pressing the second button a third time as he added in a whisper, "Okay everyone, say goodbye to the Anderson's." Everyone turned to watch. Within a few milliseconds of that button being pressed several things began to happen. First there were the bodies, four of them. Bodies already cremated and burned to ashes. Bodies freeze dried and stored in combustive long fiber bags were suddenly released behind small hinged panels. The bodies fell from those panels built into single beds and instantly went through a complicated combustion in bedrooms. Those two sets of ashes, both female would later be identified as Willow and Tammy. The fibers from the bags they were in would resemble house carpet and nightgowns should forensics look at the fibers under a microscope. Bobby's ash would be near his desk in his room, while Helen's would be found in the hallway directly alongside the heater. All would be found within close proximity to the explosion. Rick's ashes, under a partial skull, would later be found in his already burned out Ford Ranger assumed killed by a single gunshot wound to the head by the same caliber guns used by the CIA. Later the police would speculate, during their investigation, stifled by that same CIA, to be some kind of government conspiracy. Helen's missing SUV would be assumed stolen and stripped in the chaos during a separate but ongoing investigation. At some point opposing agencies would put them together but that would be weeks away. Unfortunately several houses surrounding the Anderson's home would suffer damages and one witness would sustain minor burns while outside watering his plants but that couldn't be avoided. Rick shrugged it off as collateral damage and worth it to save his family. It was unfortunate but the devastation was necessary to cover the families escape. Rick knew how long the bomb technicians took and what they looked for. It would be half a day to a full day before the locals called the FBI who would then call the CIA days later. and another half day for a team to grab their go bags and arrive on site. From there it would be days combing a site for clues that were gone. Fortunately that wouldn't happen too quickly because at first there was no crime scene. There was just a wide debris field that was scattered almost 400 feet from the center where the heater once sat and multiple reports of the smell of gas. For several hours it would be a routine response to a gas heater explosion answered only by the fire department. With no evidence of foul play in the beginning there was no investigation so the remaining small parts that were involved to open the gas and trigger the blast was scattered around the neighborhood and ignored. Rick 's neighbors would inadvertently help get rid of the evidence during routine cleanup over the next few days and weeks. By the time the suspected murder of Rick was discovered it would be too late to go back and investigate what would later be quietly determined to be a "cover up bombing." There was very little left of the home and belongings after the explosion and fires that followed. Several neighbors that knew the Anderson's talked about them on the news that night. Witnesses talked kindly of the family. The girls were always volunteering and helping at Church, or at the school. The boy was quiet and introverted but he always waved hello. They were lovely children. Good grades. No pets. They were a loving happy family. They never bothered anyone. The news anchor read some of it off his pad before turning it back to the anchor who would go from looking very sad to suddenly looking happy for the next segment after their commercial break. There were no known relatives. The news segment closed as the camera zoomed in on a scorched doll belonging to one of the girls. It was laying in a bush. When the director whispered cut he was happy with the way it played out. Rick watched it on his phone and smiled. That explosion broke the trail and he also knew it covertly blamed the CIA, or would as Rick pulled up to the storage unit and punched the numbers. The storage unit was registered to Guy Madison, a nondescript salesman out of the Midwest who sent a regular check every month. Chapter On The Road Again Rick opened the unit from a key in an envelope Helen pulled from the glove compartment. There was another SUV under a tarp. Rick pulled the tarp and lifted the hood to connect the battery. The battery, fresh, started the car instantly, as Rick pulled the nearly new Escalade out. Rick left it running as he backed the Ford they'd been driving into the now empty unit. Rick and Bobby in mask spent enough time wiping the inside and outside of the old SUV surfaces with bleach before covering it with the tarp, but leaving the back open. The girls and Helen changed their clothes at the back of the unit from the suitcases. Bobby and Rick changed their clothes next, tossing their old things in with the girl's things before closing the hatch. Those five new suitcases now filled the back of the new Escalade. It had been filled with recently restocked clothes including another go satchel and briefcase. Willow reached back after getting in and passed that satchel and briefcase forward to Helen who opened the satchel first. She took a moment to confirm they had enough bonds, bit coin certificates, gold and cash for a comfortable two years on the road. The rest of their money was in numbered accounts accessible from any computer or any bank. There were two more safety deposit boxes filled with the same amounts that they could access in an emergency. Rick had done this very same thing over a period of 90 days to establish the same setup for another quick escape should they need it. This was their second so far. Helen turned to her husband and nodded to confirm their cash reserves were okay, sitting the satchel down at her feet before focusing on the briefcase. Rick handed Helen his wallet and would get another in exchange. Helen opened the new wallet and manila envelope with their new documents. ""You ready?" "I'm ready." "Okay, you're John Baker," Helen said. "We are now the Baker family. "The Bakers." "The Bakers and we are moving from Wisconsin for AT&T to settle in Oregon after your promotion. We are doing so by car to take a little family vacation." "Got it." "We're going to stay at the Star Light hotel not far from here and leave just before Sun up in the morning," Helen said showing Rick the GPS coordinates and reservation confirmation she'd just received. "We're set then," Rick said as he waited for Helen to sort the documents and gather up the old ones. The briefcase had birth certificates, marriage license, medical and dental records on USB cards including previous schools for the kids and Rick 's new military record. On paper he had once been a Pentagon liaison. As Rick slowly pulled towards the gate he relived those last few months again and cursed the agency for making him do this to his family. Although he was thankful he'd caught on. When Rick became suspicious that he had come under surveillance he began creating his new identities and funneling agency reserves into his own cash reserves. The advantage Rick had as he took the wallet was everything in it was real. Given that the agency used the very same sources as the ones creating all the original documents and paperwork, that paperwork were authentic. So was the information within the various databases for several new families that were carefully and quietly created. Each of the kids got their own wallets handing what they had to their mother Helen. Helen placed all of the wallets in her lap. She pulled the tab from a medical wipe package and wiped the leather, then the cards within before dropping each in a bag with the wipes. She did the same to their licenses and credit cards independently taken from her own wallet. Helen's own experience with the CIA had taught her that paranoia was not just a good old fashion psychologicaldisorder, but a necessity. That storage unit would begin smoking an hour later and would be fully evolved in fire when the first fire trucks arrived. The Vin number of the Ford SUV the police would ran would show it registered to a Guy Madison, salesman, who died of a heart attack the year before. A fax sent to Guy's home state would ask the locals there to do a routine follow up. Police doing that routine follow up with that salesman's wife would confess she had no idea why he'd have a used car in a storage unit? The SUV was not connected to any crime, had no warrants or tickets and no prints. There was no case, no crime and the fire appeared accidental starting at the back with oil soaked rags. There would be no follow up. All that would happen later, weeks after the fire and end that trail. Meanwhile, just before the fire, and also in the brief case, was a small lead box. Inside that lead box was a cushioned glass vile with a rubber stopper that Helen pulled just before Rick stopped at a trash barrel not far from the storage unit. Helen carefully opened the vile and poured the contents into a heavy plastic bag before dropping the vile into the bag as well. She held the sealed bag at arm's length for a moment. The time she held it was to allow the acid to wash over the contents of the bag hovering over the trash barrel. The acid was concentrated sulfuric and began working instantly. About halfway through the leather and plastic she let it fall into the barrel. The acid would continue working for several hours throughout that day as they drove off. The contents would be mush long before nightfall. "So how did they find us?" Helen asked as Rick punched the numbers at the gate to exit. The gates automatic function began on the fifth number and with two feet left to fully open Rick started to pull through. It began closing when the sensor bounced off the reflector as the car's second tires passed through. "I'm not sure. I've got to think this through," Rick said. "We'll talk more when we reach the hotel." Helen was right about that. They shouldn't have found them, but they did. Rick did have a hunch why. What worried him most was that they found them so damn fast. Their software is getting better! What that really meant was they'd find them just as fast or even faster the next time. Rick knew they had to go even deeper, and at least for a year, maybe two, more perhaps, but no less than a year this time. "Ideas?" Helen asked with a worried look on her face with a glance back at the kids sitting at an adjacent picnic table. They had pulled in after an hour's drive to rest. It wasn't so much being tired as it was to let the adrenalin settle. "Yes," Rick said and added, "I think they've got their newest program on line." "What's that one about?" Helen asked. "If I'm right they are using Probe," Rick said. "Probe?" Helen said. "Probe! A lot like my old one in that it goes just as wide as the original but with its algorithms it goes even deeper. If they are using it then they can use the smallest bits of data to find us. If that's the case we need to really clean up our act and I mean down to the smallest detail," Rick said but then added, "but we're not down and out just yet. In fact, I've got one more idea." "What?" Helen asked. "The one last thing we haven't yet changed," Rick said. "What's that?" Helen asked. "Us," Rick said. "Us," Helen echoed. "Do you remember that last time... Oh God, what's it been now? Two years? Right after the first time they found us? When we became the Anderson's," Rick said snickering. "I'm remembering those days," Helen said and then added, "Why?" "Remember the discussions then? About how they might have found us and what we could do about it? We laughed. We blamed it on too much wine that night, laughed ourselves sick, but I'm thinking that one thing would definitely shut out that last bit of search information down completely," Rick said. "Wait? Are you talking about the kids?" Helen asked. "The kids yes," Rick said. "And us." "Oh my God! Rick you can't be serious! You can't! Tell me that's not what you're thinking," Helen whispered looking over at the kids again. "Yes! Look, we really don't have much choice? There is literally nothing! Nothing! Nothing left but that. I have racked my brain on the way here. I've checked the data and variables over and over again. I've run every algorithm I can to test this theory and it's the same each time. Even a couple of my old programs are finding bits a pieces. I come up with the same answer each and every time. Think about it Helen?" Rick asked and then added, "what's left to link us to anything?" "I know, I know, damn it," Helen said in a low tone and then added, "And you're right of course." "I know I'm right and what's worse, we can't take any chances with this," Rick whispered back and added, "Look, I'm not trying to run you over with this. If you want when we get to the hotel you can run the search yourself?" "I don't need to," Helen said and then added, "Truth is I did it in my own head, several times. It keeps coming back the same as yours: Twin girls and a boy," Helen said. "And it gets even more refined when you start punching in their ages," Rick said. "I know, I did that as well," Helen said as she started typing that into her lap top. She was using Rick's underground web account and the thirty one bounces that got her to the back door of the CIA before she added, "how long before this account goes South?" "It's secure until they swap out the computers. It's a chip on a board in a rack," Rick said and added, "A prom among 100,000 proms. As long as we don't trigger any alarms doing something weird we're good. "There it is again! Twin girls and a boy," Helen said. "Twin girls and a boy," Rick repeated. That's all that's left. "So if we simply change the parameters, their search engines are dead in the water for a while." "So you're saying if we change it to two boys and a girl," Helen said. "Something like that, but no, I'm thinking even more radical," Rick said. "Wait? Three girls? Would that be enough?" Helen asked. "Nope," "Three boys?" Helen asked. "No, I don't think it would be enough. Honey, it's not just the genders, it's the number 3! I think they would expect any of those combinations. It's all too obvious. In fact, I think they might already be using them just to make sure. What we need to be is more radicalized," Rick said and then added, "Far more radicalized. We need to do something that can give us more time. Lots more time." "So what are you suggesting?" Helen asked. "Something that puts us almost in the 30% of America's database when they search: Like maybe just one child, and perhaps four years younger, even handicapped and a girl," Rick said. "So wait? One child? Which child, and what happens to the other two?" Helen asked. "They graduate early," Rick said, "and start working in careers. Each starts out as adults. Each becomes independent of each other and in careers of some sort." "What are you saying?" Helen asked. "Look, we've got to break all the search parameters completely. I mean completely. Right now we're a father, mother, twin daughters and a son. That's an adult male, adult female, two early college aged twin girls and a high school age boy. If we look at the numbers you and I statistically are one in two million so that's fair. Age wise we're one in 600,000 which is also fair. "So how do we make it better than fair. Say all the way to good?" Helen asked. "We separate," Rick said and then added, "We use that new database when we settle and simply settle into two separate households, same town. You get one of the girls I get the other and we swap like we would if we were separated. We do that for a couple of years till they're adult." "What about Bobby?" Helen asked. "Individually our kids are also good, but as soon as we add their qualities it's gets narrow. The girls are twins, so if we keep them together that's 33 per 1,000 births which narrows them to a very small range instantly. The searches get worse if we enroll them into a school. So enrollment together is out," Rick said. "So how do we do this?" Helen asked. "Home school," Rick said and then added, "Then college so they've got a life." "Two different colleges," Helen said. "And you didn't answer my question about Bobby?" "The girls first. They go to two different colleges then jobs," Rick confirmed. "For now! Meanwhile I start purging databases, but that can only happen in the Bahamas where I can spend a little time bouncing all over the world. Then we set up for Buddy." "So what's first," Helen said crossing her fingers. In spite of the humor it was a deadly game. "Cinderella," Rick said. "Cinderella," Helen repeated. "That's right! We need to introduce Cinderella to her new fairy Godmother," Rick said. "You're talking about our son," Helen whispered. "Yes, I know," Rick said. "Hold on a second? Oh my God! Are you talking about NEVADA? Are you really suggesting Nevada?" Helen asked quietly but in shock. So drop the Bakers, Wisconsin, AT&T and kiss off settle?" "Yes," Rick said. "You think it's going to be okay," Helen said. "I do. We're only a couple of hours away," Rick said. "Kids, Come on, we've got to go," Helen said standing up. They were alone in that part of the rest stop but Rick had everyone walk to the restrooms to break even that pattern they'd created. Rick told his daughters to walk out separately so no one saw twins. Chapter Nevada "Nevada," Rick said with a short snicker. "Jesus," Helen said and then added, "And you are actually suggesting Lady Tremaine." "The very same, Lady Tremaine. The scourge of every man who every thought he was man enough to take on a woman." Rick said and added, "My sister Elisabeth." "And you think she can transform our son into a girl convincing enough to fool even the CIA," Helen leaning in whispering. "Oh, honey, I know she can do that. Easily," Rick said shuddering as he added, "That's not my concern. My concern is that when the time comes we can get our son back." "Well, when you think about it, your sister got you half way across the US with half of law enforcement looking for you both," Helen said. "Exactly," Rick said. Helen laughed. Rick looked in the rear view mirror at his two girls and son still sleeping in the back. It was going to be rough on this son but he was now convinced their survival depended on doing this. Then he smiled remember his own early days at home. It could be way worse he mused. "Ready?" Rick asked. "All set," Helen said. Rick put the sun glasses on, set the GPS to the address for Spread Eagle Ranch and looked in the mirror one last time as his three children settled in. His two girls were Tom boyish enough to make the transition. His son too would also cross that gender barrier easily enough he mused. After all, he once had. Helen looked over and saw the bitter smile on her husband's face. "Reminiscing?" Helen asked putting her hand on his leg as she watched her husband's face change. She knew the turmoil he sometimes went through. She knew the changes he'd gone through when they met that first time that night she thought she'd picked up a young girl for the night back in the day. "Reminiscing? No, more like weaving through all that reconstruction from a damaged past," Rick said as he added, "Remember I didn't wear pants till I was damn near thirteen. Hell I didn't even know I was a boy till I got out of the house that night with my sister." "I know," Helen said happily and then added, "but that was your mother's fault, not yours. If it hadn't been for you sister who knows what would have happened to you. And it's not the same with our son. He's strong, loved, almost eighteen and a long ways past puberty." "Thank God he doesn't look it," Rick said and added, "And he could get lucky and find a woman like you?" "Well if he does then she's got the best of both worlds having that pretty young man in my bed," Helen said before adding, "I so loved you wearing my things. You got so damn excited when I made you pretty." "Stop! I'm driving here," Rick said feeling himself responding to her teasing. Chapter Before Heaven He Was Born Into Hell "It was so long ago," Rick said looking down at the castle his sister Elisabeth had built in the cooler range of Nevada's foothills. She was still his surrogate mother he mused smiling at her fantasies she seemed to always turn into realities. This one was no less real than the one he grew up in. He didn't remember the real early days, just what his sister told him and of that it mostly horrified him. Elisabeth was six when Rick was born and it was as close to out of wed lock as a child could ever be. Marge, his mother and obviously unwed, was already back on the streets giving head within hours of his birth. Within those same hours Rick was tossed onto his sister's lap naked for her to take care of. The midwife had done what she could, folded the twenty dollars she'd been paid and left. That was the start of Rick's life. Elisabeth and Rick grew up on the fourth floor of a seedy hotel, hold up in the back bedroom that his sister kept for them. Elisabeth provided for that care and feeding for the next six years including bits and pieces of colored paper and cardboard that she used to create her first castle. It got better and better and the castle grew. A woman with six kids of her own taught Elisabeth the basics that kept the baby alive. Elisabeth was the only mother Rick ever knew, and the only clothes he ever wore were hers. Remarkably they grew up on the streets using the window of their room as a door and a fire escape as their stairs, but they were not street kids. That bit of luck happened when Rick was two and Elisabeth was eight. Chapter Making Book Making A Life Elisabeth was a math prodigy and would stand by an open door nearby looking at the large board the bookies kept writing on. They were calculating odds and making changes as the day wore on. A local gangster, Mack, was eating a sandwich by the door for the fresh air and for no other good reason than being full handed Elisabeth half of it. Elisabeth took the sandwich and told him that one of his bookies made a mistake. Mack laughed, but asked which one. She told him and he followed up on it just for grins only to discover that the little girl was right. He asked her if she saw any other mistakes and she did. Mack confirmed that one as well. She uncovered another mistake that same day. That third mistake got her a fresh sandwich, bag of chips and her own chair. Mack discovered that part of her talent immediately and she was invited in for a real lunch with her brother. Other math talents followed. Mack made sure they got a lunch served to them daily after that. Elisabeth also began calculating odds real time for Mack for five dollars at a sitting which began to feed her and Rick breakfast and dinner. The gangster invited Elisabeth into the back of his mother's restaurant which was a front even back then for his book making and gambling. That turned out to be Elisabeth's first big break because the mother was disgusted at the children's condition and insisted they be cleaned up and put into decent clothes. Mack was a gangster and ruthless when it came to crime, but as far as those kids were concerned Mack's mother had the final word. Mack gave Elisabeth money for clothes and soap. That mother thought Rick was a girl and Elisabeth didn't correct her. Elisabeth used Mack's fearful reputation to get them their own room and at almost no rent. Meanwhile, Elisabeth's calculations were not a fluke and Mack started teaching her the art of book making and calculating odds for some of his sports book. She was just turning ten and began earning enough to feed herself and her brother Rick who at four was showing an IQ almost equal to hers. When it became clear the kids were nearly geniuses the mob leader took both kids and moved them to a new place just above the book making parlor. It was closer, on the second floor and a lot cleaner. When the risk of their mother dying from drugs became too great, which of course might get them taking away and put into foster care, Mack made sure she went into rehabilitation. When the mother's pimp found out about it and protested he was later found dead. Ironically Rick, known then as Ricky was simply thought to be a girl because of Elisabeth's dresses. Rick was also kept in a brace for a neck injuries suffered during a fall also at the age of four. With no medical follow up and his sister not having any medical knowledge herself kept him in that brace and her things all the while he was growing up. To hide his gender Elisabeth kept him in cloth diapers and plastic pants. No one changed him but her. Everyone thought Ricky was simply a girl and disabled. No one had reason to believe otherwise and no one thought to check and anyone that got even close enough had Elisabeth to deal with so no one dared. Unfortunately when their mother Marge did go in to rehabilitation Social Services did get involved and Mack the gangster had the mother pulled out of rehab and brought to the apartment. With the very real fear over the kids going into foster care Mack, AKA Mack The Bet, married Marge in a quick civil ceremony as a hedge against any risk of Social Services taking the kids from him. Mack through that ceremony became the kid's step dad. With the kids now relatively stable and under Mack's control Marge was again sent back off to rehabilitation. Mack hired a tutor for home schooling which satisfied Social services. When Social Services insisted on medical exams Mach found two local surrogate girls of similar ages for those exams, x-rays, scans and finger prints. When it came time to register the kids for new birth certificates those girl's information was used. Mack fearing they might be discovered otherwise had his own paranoia's? Those two little surrogate girls who had spent a day going through extensive medical exams were sent back to Mexico with their parents who were now fairly well off. With the medical exams and fingerprints completed Elisabeth and Rick were put into two new crushed black velvet and white chiffon dresses to be walked into Social Services with brand new paperwork to complete their files. Up to that point neither Elisabeth nor Rick AKA Ricky existed in any database. Now both had brand new birth certificates and addresses and files for the city and state which made them happy. Meanwhile Elisabeth was the only one that dressed Ricky and no one was the wiser and he simply started wearing more ruffles which made Mack's mother happy. Chapter Mr. Caldwell and Cinderella Mack exploited the kids and expanded Elisabeth's financial skills and grew richer and more legitimate because of it. Before long he was moving further and further out of the gang life. Elisabeth too was growing smarter and somewhere near her fifteenth birthday discovered Mr. Caldwell not too far from their apartment. Elisabeth befriended Mr. Caldwell during some of her dealings with her step father Mack. Mr. Caldwell at the time owned a print shop that did two kinds of printing. In front was the legal printing, while in back was everything else. Mr. Benny Caldwell printed nearly everything that was being printed in America except money. Printing money, Mr. Caldwell often said, was what got so many people in so much trouble. Besides, Mr. Caldwell also said, there were so many other things worth far more than money, like bonds and stocks, visa's, birth certificates and driver's licenses. So it was that while Elisabeth was Making Mack a lot of money she began doing the same for Mr. Caldwell. Thanks to Elisabeth's sound financial advice, his own small investments became a small fortune. For Elisabeth's services she got Mr. Caldwell services and before long Elisabeth had excellent documents supporting several young women showing her to be of legal voting age. Not the first of which was Madonna Tremaine. Elisabeth loved reading fantasy and her favorite story was Cinderella. In that story of Cinderella Lady Tremaine became Cinderella's step mother. Elisabeth had decided to use her as her first alias because in the book she was described as a "cruel, cold, and a calculating tyrant" wanting nothing more than for her daughters to succeed. With those first few documents Elisabeth opened her first bank accounts and from that first account she began making legitimate investments. Madonna Tremaine filed taxes on her investment income and made regular deposits. Of course she never went above $10,000 dollars. When you deposit more than $10,000 or more in cash at the bank, that triggers a form 8300 to the IRS. None of the women that Elisabeth became ever broke any laws or raised any eyebrows. After Madonna Tremaine she used the first ten most popular baby girl names for that year to generate the next ten bank accounts 1. Emma 2. Olivia 3. Ava 4. Isabella 5. Sophia 6. Charlotte 7. Mia 8. Amelia 9. Harper and 10. Evelyn allowing each of those women to become millionaires. When her income became too great for a single individual she created another and opened a new account at a different bank. Ten women, ten banks. Within a few months she ended her tenth individual account and bank with Evelyn. It got so that Elisabeth took an entire day to deposit her envelopes of $9,999 dollars each into the ten banks she used always taking the well behaved little girl Ricky with her. Those ten banks were all draws back to Ms. Madonna Tremaine investment firm as payments which were also reported to the IRS. Ms. Madonna Tremaine was a very successful business woman. Elisabeth was just turning sixteen that first year as Ms. Madonna Tremaine while her business showed a gross profit of $12 million dollars. That second year she began to loop back again starting with that first account where Emma banked and $28 million dollars. She was growing her business by nearly $14 million a year by her third year. When Elisabeth reached her real twenty first birthday she had a net worth of nearly $98 million counting secondary investments. It would always be a source of humor for Elisabeth that few people recognized that account name Ms. Madonna Tremaine. Since her first bank account was coincidently the same name as the Wicked Stepmother of Cinderella. Or that the handicapped little girl Cindy opened for Ricky was in fact named after Cinderella herself who happened to be her younger brother Rick AKA Ricky. Also thanks to Mr. Caldwell, Elisabeth started two new investment firms under Anastasia Tremaine named after the oldest daughter of Madonna Tremaine and Drizella Tremaine for the youngest sister, both also characters in Cinderella. There was a desperation in that move because Elisabeth knew her mother wasn't going to make it very much longer and she was also afraid of Mack. Even as Marge's health grew worse and Mack's demands became excessive, Elisabeth riches grew. While she continued managing Mack's and her own investments, Elisabeth also began plotting for her and Ricky's final escape. Elisabeth was making a steady $3 to $4 million dollars a month and after two years she began investing heavily in real estate in Nevada buying several pieces of property through an investment attorney there. She met him after several day trips specifically to meet him. His retainer was substantial and their friendship was forged quickly as the young lawyer saw his own net worth jump substantially and immediately. Elisabeth would travel to and from Nevada on a commuter flight staying only a few hours with a carryon bag which was nothing more than a large purse. When that wasn't fast enough she began using a small Lear jet she rented leaving in the morning and coming home sometimes in time for lunch. She used her math skills to win against the long odds at several casinos picking up several thousand in cash within two hours for her spending money and a little extra cash to take care of "business." Meanwhile back home Elisabeth also purchased a small shop front a few blocks from her first bank. She had that renovated with an apartment built upstairs. It became a home away from home and a place to set up for their ultimate "first" escape. Rick, now twelve at the time loved to romp around the new place. He was a princess with the room of a princess where he and his dolls had teas. It was there that he got to wear panties for a time and remove the cumbersome brace when it became obvious to both he and his sister it was no longer needed. Only Rick's mother had known he was born a boy but that memory had quickly faded within days of his birth thanks to her drugs and booze. Within weeks of Rick's birth she couldn't even remember ever having a baby or for that matter any babies. Rick and Elisabeth's mother didn't even know she'd had kids and when she did rediscover that knowledge Elisabeth made her believe Rick was Ricky and disabled and no one came between Elisabeth and her little sister - No one. No one did either. Mack, AKA Mack The Bet could care less as long as Elisabeth performed her weekly miracles. Their brilliance was never tested, but it was put to the test several times when the state challenged Mack's assertion that the children were being home schooled. On occasion they were tested and of course aced the test. On the second go around and a 100% score the testing ended. Meanwhile Elisabeth was demanding and getting five of the seven days a week to herself. When Elisabeth made her first break she sat with Mack and showed her breakaway plan and how he would make more using the computer she was sitting up. She promised to still be there for the other two days but Mack didn't know it was a lie. He agreed because the payoffs were always huge. Elisabeth and Ricky stepped away from Mack and their mother for the first time on Elisabeth's eighteenth actual birthday. Elisabeth and Ricky disappeared that same day. Ricky settled into their new apartment quickly and easily as a young girl. Elisabeth did two things for Ricky's sake right after they moved and the first was to press for Mr. Caldwell services to fully document Ricky as Rick, a boy. That surprised Mr. Caldwell but the money got him over that surprise fairly quickly. This came from an actual birth including a solid and fairly clean looking life growing up through the Bronx. Mr. Caldwell's services always included a superior degree in research that allowed him to find early deaths that might fit lives that needed changing and Rick got one of those which included a social security number that belonged to an immigrant that died at birth right after arriving that was never recorded. Mr. Caldwell had 121 of those still remaining in his vault. Rick also got a tutor in the martial arts to come in five days a week to teach Ricky how to become Rick again. Rick went from a very pretty and very convincing young girl to something of a sissy within months. From there he evolved from a sissy boy to a well disciplined young man that could hold his own in most situations within a year of that first day of independence. Rick began stepping out in pants a year later and took down his first bully that same day. When Rick was about to turn sixteen Elisabeth sat down and explained her plan to him. They were going to separate so the world didn't know who they had been which would always give them who they were. Ricky, AKA Rick had her or his account in the Bahamas as Ricky with twenty million dollars in it as did Elisabeth. It would always be their run away money. Memorizing the sixteen numbers he needed was easy as Rick took the manila folder through tears. Meanwhile, Rick had a new identity that was fresh and disconnected from everything that allowed him to pick and chose anything in the world. Elisabeth suggested the CIA and development but suggested letting them or another agency find him. That would mean starting college and maybe get into code development. Elisabeth suggested he learn to do code breaking formally so his hacking skills could be discovered, witnessed and digested till he was hired. It was the old adage they'd learned living with Mack... Keep your friends close, your enemies closer. Elisabeth meanwhile was going to Vegas to follow her first love and become a famous dominatrix in Nevada. She told Rick she wanted to build a real castle and become known as Lady Madonna Tremaine for real. To do that she said she would build one of the most famous brothels in the state and christen it the Spread Eagle Ranch. Rick laughed, but not so much because it was funny, because it was, but because he knew she would do exactly what she said she would do. "God how you'd be perfect in that costume now," Helen said snickering. "What?" Rick asked breaking from his day dream. "I was just thinking of you and a couple of those little girl dresses you favored. I so loved you in those," Helen whispered leaning close as they drove. "Tell me," Rick said thinking of himself as Ricky that first year in college. He was cross dressing then, finding it impossible to break the habits of an early life lived as a girl. He still slept in diapers and plastic pants as well, but the cross dressing was harder to hide and it was Halloween. He'd gone out and found a seamstress to fashion him a dress like Cinderella, including the layered chiffon petticoats and long legged pettipants he'd wear over white stockings and short black patent heels. He brought a wig and makeup, rented a room and spent two hours making himself ready soiling several disposable diapers by the time he was ready to leave for the street party. "How many times did we make love that night," Helen whispered. "Counting as a girl, boy or both?" Rick asked. "We'll have to do that again when we get settled," Helen said shivering. "I'll bet Elisabeth even has a dress I can borrow," Rick said. Chapter Looking Down At Hell "What?" Helen asked. "What?" Rick asked back. "You just laughed," Helen said. "My sister! I was just thinking about that day so many years ago." "What about it?" "I was just turning sixteen when we separated and she said she was going to become famous and build a castle," Rick said and then added, "and there it is. She really built her castle." "And a cute little girl became a boy again," Helen said. "That's true as well," Rick said. "So do you think she can reverse the process and change our son into a pretty convincing little girl," Helen leaned in and whispered? "If I know my sister," Rick said and added, "Definitely. Like I said, it's getting him back that's going to be the real problem." Suddenly there was a beep that caught Rick 's attention. Rick pulled over and stopped. He lean over opened the glove compartment and pulled out what looked like a flip cell phone. He opened it and sat it on the dash. It began flashing when he lifted the small cover. A series of numbers were climbing rapidly, peaked, then began falling again till they reached zero. He closed it. "What was that?" Helen asked. "Surveillance," Rick said and then added, "One of ours, or rather one of their reconnaissance satellites." "Can it see us?" Helen asked. "Oh yes. That one can. It's part of our... sorry, I mean their imagery intelligence system. That one in particular can easily read the words in an open book," Rick said. "You don't sound worried," Helen said. "I'm not. Luckily it's digital and that device on the dash is flashing a code back at it. That code is actually simulating a steady microfarad burst going back multiple times a second. Think of it as a concentrated mini electromagnetic unit shooting pins at it. Those pins are burning little dots onto the data base. As that particular Satellite passes the digital signature that is this car will show as a tiny little glitch on the image. We just became a pin prick of white dots. Those images get them all the time. Bottom line is it didn't just see us," Rick said. "Are you sure?" Helen asked. "Yes sweetheart I'm sure," Rick said and added, "I made that imagery intelligence system and created the code it's using. So yes I'm sure." "Just making sure you're sure," Helen said snickering. "So why didn't it beep before this?" "It's in an orbit that moves it a few degrees each time. Hey, it's okay. Everything since we left has been passive, except for the GPS and about ten million people are using the same software in this area. I've recorded new updates on the hour. It's overwriting the old as it updates so it's establishing a new database user each hour. I'm crushing the chip when it's done anyway. That is the only thing we have so far that transmits. When we got here to Nevada the internals became toast. With the exception of Bobby's laptop and phones, which all lost their connect ability and are brand new we are digitally free," Rick said. "And that's it?" "Except those damn search algorithms, That was the only thing left and that's the last thing to change," Rick said more to himself than to Helen as they reached highway speeds and merged back into traffic. "Speaking of which, should I call your sister now?" Helen asked. "Wait till we're actually near her castle," Rick noted and then said, "And then I'll call. Or not? I'm thinking I might not and just surprise her." "Hey, do you have an erection," Helen whispered moving her hand over Rick 's penis. It was clear he did as she added, "What caused it so I can get this back tonight? Diapers or your little girl dresses?" "I'm not sure? Most likely both," Rick whispered as Helen undid his belt after glancing back to verify that the kids were still sleeping. She carefully pulled his zipper down and over his panties, he had yet to go back to men's underwear as she started to slowly stroke him. She looked back again to confirm the kids were still asleep. Rick came within a few strokes and continued till he was flaccid as he grunted under his breath, "Thanks, I needed that." "I know. You're still a sissy," Helen whispered as she kissed him on the cheek while pulling his zipper closed. She managed to pull his belt together. They had done all this with the kids sill dead to the world. Helen leaned back to face forward again savoring the pleasure she got from satisfying her husband of twenty years. He really was such a sissy back then. Still, but back then even more so. She was remembering that first time with Rick dressed that Halloween night. She was so horny that Halloween night, having just broken up with her last lover and looking for another young woman. She truly thought she'd found one walking towards her when she saw Rick dressed as his old self Ricky in his new Cinderella outfit. Helen knew it wasn't just a costume right from the start only because it was so elaborate. The dress truly a ball gown of exquisite chiffon and layered, cascaded from a satin bodice. Above the bodice were generous sleeves of gathered chiffon bundled by satin ribbons below wide bows. This was a girl that loved the whole notion of being Cinderella Helen decided as she watched her lift the dress to step off the curb. Below the chiffon and contrasting the blue was white chiffon and under that a hint of pettipants and lace over white stockings or tights, she wasn't sure which. It didn't matter because she was sure she'd find out. There was the thought that it might be a boy but the hair was real and long and few boys could move like that. Moves like that came from a lifetime of being a girl Helen decided as she stepped in such a way to block the pretty thing heading her way. "Hi... Happy Halloween. May I offer you a trick or a treat? I have treats, many treats," Helen said in her most seductive voice. "Hi back and happy Halloween to you. I'd love a treat," Rick said back in his most eager response. He was hoping for an encounter. "Your place or mine?" Helen asked. "I've got a room. It's not far from here." "That would be wonderful," Helen said. "I should caution you that I decided to add a disposable diaper to the outfit because I was going to be out here for a few hours with few restrooms." "Do you have another to change into?" "I do." "Baby powder and wipes?" "Yes." "Then what's the problem?" "Can't think of any?" "Honey, are you male or female?" Helen asked. "I've been told I'm good as either, I've been both, and for someone as pretty as you, I'll be whatever you want and I'll work hard at making sure you won't mind," Rick answered honestly. "Now that's an interesting answer and who taught you that?" "The girl that taught me how to make love to a woman as a woman or as a man." "Come on honey and let's go to your room. We're wasting time here." Chapter A Rose Is A Rose, Until it's Not. Helen took Ricky's hand which gave little hints at what he or she was as they made their way back to the hotel. She was too horny to press for too much but her curiosity was pushing for hints. The hand was soft and warm, the body lithe, but the movement was like a dancers. She was growing warm to the gentleness of the encounter as they walked. "How far?" Helen asked more to anticipate than to rush. "Just to the middle of the block," Rick explained. They were about to cross again when a man a foot taller than both of them forced himself through their hands just as the light changed. He moved a foot past them before he turned and clearly drunk yelled, "Hello fags. Which one of you is playing the Dike? You're both wearing dresses?" When neither responded he lunged back to push at both. It was a drunken attempt and Rick simply side stepped grabbing Helen as he did so picking her up slightly to move her to the right allowing the man to keep going, but now out of balance. His momentum carried him into the light pole with enough drive to knock him silly forcing him backwards a few feet to land on his bottom. He didn't get up. Ricky and Helen were forgotten immediately as he sat there stunned. "Should we help?" "Naw. Tell you what, if he's there when he come out for breakfast in the morning, we'll bring him coffee. "Where did you learn to do that?" "You mean duck? It comes with wearing dresses." "I think I'm going to like you a lot." "Oh don't be silly! That was just defense, just wait till we get to the room and I go on offense." "So you said you're wearing a diaper?" Helen asked. "Is it practical or for fun?" "Is this going to risk our evening?" "Not even close." "It's a fetish. I was raised in them and well past too late and I got used to them. Then I got to liking them. Now I love them and sometimes play in them, and on rare occasions they've even become useful... like tonight." "Breast fed or bottle?" "Are you kidding! When there is a breast it's always going to be a breast. And we're here." As they reached his door. "This is going to be an interesting evening." "Just cry out when you like it," Rick said and then laughed as he slipped the key into the door slot. It started just inside the door that they still spend time arguing over who kissed who first, but Helen would never argue over what happened next. She was already dressed in a very naughty version of Super girl that sported a hardly there red satin skirt over satin panties on top of gray tights that gave her the right to take the lead. Helen pushed Rick to the large queen size bed and gathered his dress even before he was laying back, anxious to see what was under all those layers. Although not too anxious that she didn't tease him into holding each layer she gathered beginning with the two voluminous skirts. His chiffon slips followed one layer at a time which exposed his bridal satin bloomers. The loose fitting bloomers were ruffled just above his knees, and made especially adorable with pink ribbon around the elastic whose seams were joined with bows. Those she gently tugged down to his blue strapped heels till she was finally down to his white tights. That's when she snickered. "What?" "It's like looking under the dress of a little girl. The only thing I'd do different.. I mean if I was dressing you, is put ruffles across those tights." "Then that's what you must do." "Then that's what I shall do." Finding the layer of tights was delightful she said but when those were uncovered she giggled even more. She said she was looking at the cutest beginnings of a baby girl because those tights covered baby pants and a diaper. That's when things started to heat up. By this time Rick was in terrible shape sexually because she had stopped undressing him and started undressing herself. She lost everything but her own panties and knee high red high heel boots insisting he take a moment to nurse her breast. That took a few seconds of instruction from her on how she wanted him to lay across her lap. He was going to lay there in such a way that she could offer a gentle caress over his diaper and baby panties while he nursed, she explained, and he followed her instructions to the letter. He lost it soon after he locked onto her nipple which he would later insist was due more to her diaper rubs. She lost it when they switched roles and he showed her the skills he'd picked up living among so many prostitutes. It was they who taught him the art of performing on a woman's vulva that Cunnilingus that took him into her vagina. That part he had joked about suggesting she "just crying out when you like it" happened several times during his performance. Helen wore a set of his clothes including a pair of his panties out to breakfast that following morning. The man that hit the light pole the night before was long gone making them laugh. There was no official count of how many times they'd made love or what sort of ways their love making had taken form. Helen did say, about half way through breakfast, that they'd mostly covered nearly everything she'd done since she'd started having sex. She agreed to see him again but only if he promised to leave her alone physically till she recovered fully. They both laughed but he promised. They saw each other a half dozen times more before they began looking for a place to live together. There was one joke almost immediately that they never really had a his and hers closet, just a hers sprinkled with a bit of his. Helen was an accomplished seamstress and Rick's outfits, not too long after they moved in together, took on a kind of story book baby and little girl look that outgrew the word outlandish or extravagant. Helen was buying her own outfits off the rack which included a lot of the girl Superheroes and some really sexy maid outfits while Ricks came from the machine. Rick was sure that some of his outfits would embarrass even Shirley Temple, but that was how Helen like it. When she was in the mood for her sissy baby there were no boundaries that she wasn't willing for him to cross. With Helen about to come into Rick's life it was time to talk with his sister Elisabeth about introducing her to her and them. Rick wanted to ask Helen to marry but he wouldn't without his sister's okay. And before that could happen they'd have to meet. Helen assumed that would take a simple phone call until Rick said no. It would take an ad. Rick took an ad out in the Los Vegas Classifieds that read "Wanted, Original Story of Rhodopis, recounted by the Greek geographer Strabo sometime between 7 BC and 23 AD. In English if possible." Rhodopis was thought to be the earliest variant of the Cinderella story. If Elisabeth saw the ad and responded and agreed to meet she'd take an ad out in Rick's Classified that would read: Wanted: The first literary European version of the story Cinderella published in Italy by Giambattista Bastille in his Pentamerone or seventeenth-century fairy tale collection printed in 1634. Elisabeth's dated ad would set the meet date by adding two weeks to the first appearance of the ad's date They would meet at the gravesite of their deceased parents which of course was set up years ago, and not too long after they fled Mack the Bet. As part of their original cover Rick and his sister Elisabeth buried two indigent people, an elderly man and woman, quietly in the Lebanon Kansas State cemetery. Elisabeth then had Ben Caldwell create two death certificates as "unidentified" to mark what could later be rightfully claimed, but never really proven, their "parents." Parents reported missing (but on file) after an F4 category tornado tore through a small part of that area in 1990 with wind speeds of 225 mph that killed two and injured 8 others. It allowed them an opportunity to meet when the need arose and they had picked Lebanon Kansas only because it was roughly the geographical center of the US. Rick kissed Helen and flew from the East into Kansas and drove into Lebanon. Elisabeth flew in from the West into Kansas and drove into Lebanon. They both walked to the graveyard of the two indigents claimed to be their parents and laid flowers at their gravesite before turning to each other hugging. Chapter Digital Footprint "So, you've fallen in love?" Elisabeth asked. "I did," Rick said. "So it begins my love. What's her footprint look like?" "Her Passive Footprint is mostly the usual, College, high school, grammar school and local hospital. State entries for her license. She's been using her parent's IP for about twelve years, another one at work but mostly emails to friends, shopping, social media to check post, that sort of thing. Her Active Footprint is light as well. She's stayed away from most of the typical social medias which is a big plus. I've done a trace on six passwords and nothing so far. "Credit Report?" "About what you'd expect for a middle income family supporting a daughter through college. Dad passed, mom's a seamstress believe it or not and has passed her skills onto her daughter." "Oh my God." "Ditto that," Rick said. "So now what little brother?" Elisabeth asked. "I want to marry her," Rick said. "How far you want me to dig?" Elisabeth asked with caution in her voice. "I've got to know sis? We've got to know. If she's going to be family, is she going to be safe?" "How much does she know about you so far?" Elisabeth asked. "Pretty much what I like, but not how I got there," Rick said. "She's okay with all of it." "Then so be it," Elisabeth said. "Give me a couple of weeks. You'll get a box with a burner phone in the mail when the time comes." "Love you a bunch," Rick said. "Love you back," Elisabeth said kissing and hugging her brother back. Then spent another half hour catching up before they both drove back to the airport for their flights home. He got his phone in a box with a note that read: "Can't wait to meet her someday." That was nineteen years ago. Chapter First Job Out Of The Gate It was code named Spider web when Rick first released it. He named it that because when you first slipped into his code it allowed you in but wouldn't allow you out. When you sent in another piece of code it grabbed it, and the next attempt was grabbed, and the next till your entire system was stuck. The more your system wiggled the more Spider web entangled your code. If you tried to shut your system down and rid yourself of the virus there was a message that appeared the instant you turned the system back on: "I excel at pulling!" said Arachne. "I'm a spider!" It was a quote by Rick Riordan, from The Mark of Athena. The whole point of the code was to capture the hacker and it did with an amazing bit of code. Within a week of launching his code he captured four hackers coming into the schools system. He negotiated a deal with the school to release the code for a tuition free school year that year and to maintain it for the remaining years at free tuition. The school agreed. Two more hackers were taken as Rick and the school were signing the papers. A recruiter for the CIA was on campus when the school signed the contract and he dialed Jack Bolt's number that same day. Twenty years later, after a stellar career Rick had disappeared. Chapter Langley Probe Jack Bolt sat at his desk overlooking the parking lot at Langley. He was quiet. His analyst, the new one code named Badger, AKA Brad was brilliant and damn near had done it till that idiot in the field goes and kills Rick's partner Matt. Matt hadn't been a part of this, and didn't need to be eliminated. That was just stupid and messy. Now Rick was alerted and off running again. "He'll turn up again," Brad said nervously. "You'd better be right Badger, or I'm going to take your computer away from you and give you a Commodore to work with," Jack Bolt said kicking his trash can across his office as he added, "There, now go on, do penance and clean that up!" The young man dropped to his knees and began picking up the strewn papers in Jack Bolt's office. The Director was pissed. Last thing Brad wanted was to be anywhere near Jack Bolt when he was angry. Last thing Brad wanted was to be the one that caused Jack Bolt's anger. "Two girls and a boy sir," Badger had said adding age, height weight and even clothing sizes. This time it had been the petites of the boy's feet that had got the ping this time. That petite and a Wal-Mart purchase that got flagged, linked, cross linked and cross linked again and again that finally gave Badger a location. That single purchase was actually one of 1.74 billion bits scanned and collected throughout the Midwest when he got the hit. It took two more hours to firm that data up and cross reference other bits and pieces, but there was a 87% chance it was the boy's name Rick Harrison. That boy name connected back to the father AKA Bud Anderson with a business partner Matt now traveling with wife Helen, and girls Willow, Tammy and of course son now known as Bobby. They dispatched a field agent, one of the better ones who located Matt, Bud's business partner almost immediately. Matt was unfortunately killed coming back into the office after forgetting something. The agent believed it was Bud. They had missed Bud by seconds. Bud as it happens had seen the muzzle flashes getting out of his car to go into his office. Anyone else might have thought flashbulb. Who but an agent would think gun flash? The field agent working for Jack Bolt and sitting in his rental followed the police scan on his cell phone out to Brooks where a gas main explosion destroyed a home killing a father - Bud, mother Helen, and their three teenage children Willow, Tammy and Bobby. The agent wasn't able to confirm that it was the Harrison family. Jack kicked his desk. Badger once the garbage was picked up ran back to his office. Badger hacked into the coroner's data base on the victims of the explosion and watched the results real time. Badger fed summaries back to Jack Bolt at his desk as quickly as he could type. Jack Bolt didn't believe those results but Badger confirmed they were foolproof for local law enforcement. Two teenage girls and a boy, along with their mother were burned to death in a gas explosion and fire emanating from a forced hair heater that evidently had a gas leak. DNA test results confirmed ID's on all four bodies in the house as the mother and three children. Badger found two more news worthy items he presented to Jack Bolt with a 71% probability they were related. A fire destroyed a car matching the description of the Anderson's SUV although the VIN numbers didn't match, and an odd story about a trash collector suffering second and third degree burns on his hands and arms from chemicals when a barrel he dumped leaked sulfuric acid on them. As it happens the CIA's analytical artificial Intelligence determined that the acid burn should not have happened in that local in that way. Which coincidently was located in the same compound where the car burned. Badger suggested, based on the analysis, that the acid was most likely used to destroy the Anderson's old profile documents. Jack Bolt cursed out loud. They had to start the search at the beginning. This so called Bud and his family could have gone in any one of 360 degrees by land, sea or air, in any combination or multiple combinations, even spirals. As to that they could travel independently, by twos, threes, or any other combination because the kids were old enough to drive. It left the search parameters too broad to conduct. Badger opened a can and popped another jaw breaker and started typing in new search parameters. The search had to start all over again. Chapter Lady Tremaine's Castle It was a castle true to its name as Rick rounded the gentle curve on the mountain road they drove. It was not the most famous brothel in Nevada but it truly had the most class of those operating in the state. It was also known for domination first and sex only if you survived the domination. There was also a sound reputation for fantasies that the other brothels didn't have. "Do you think she's still as rich as she was?" Helen asked laughing at the spectacle laid out before her. Helen was being sarcastic. It truly was a castle. You actually got to the parking lot over a two way bridge that spanned a wide mote that was started by a huge water fall on the left side flowing into a beautifully landscaped lake. Ducks, swans and other fowl swam in it. Off to the right side was a fairly large island nearly in the middle of the lake accessed only by small paddle boats docked off a large patio. They were covered with bright canopy's of canvas offering shaded rest spots. "Elisabeth? Rich? Sis? Are you kidding," Rick said. "I'll wager most of what she came here with is still in the bank and she's at least doubled it. Honey, she was brilliant at making money and most of it legally. My God it's how she and I survived when mother and Mack the Bet were still doing their thing." Rick pulled the car slowly down towards the castle drawing closer to his sister's greatest fantasy, and he hoped, their new reality. All the while remembering his days filled with all the trappings in that apartment to delight a little girl that didn't know yet that she was a boy. "Memories?" Helen asked patting Rick's arm. "As fresh and crisp as the dresses I use to wear," Rick said as the tire noise changed when the car reached the large wooden bridge. "Are we there yet?" one of the girls asked waking the other two. Everyone was stretching, yawning and sitting up. Seat backs came up blankets got folded as the castle came into view. "Wow, Who lives here?" Bobby asked practically crushing his nose against the window. Rick smiled at his enthusiasm as they slowly drove over the bridge. From the left came a golf cart. It was enclosed, air conditioned and very expensive looking. In front to the right of the massive doors of the castle itself was an actual sentry post just as you might see at a castle door. The man that stepped from the enclosure was dressed right out of a fairy tale in a red tunic, green kilt and pike. It was just as intimidating as the other in the cart that was closing in on them. That pike looked real and the guy definitely strong enough to use it. "Security is tight," Rick said. "That's security?" Helen asked. "Look up above the doors. In the window," Rick added. "Oh," Helen noted seeing the man looking down from a small window as she added, "That's three." "Four," Rick said as he added, "Another on the roof over to the right." "Good lord," Helen said as she added, "Who's she expecting?" "Not expecting so much as protecting. Most likely all the big wigs that don't want to be disturbed coming into her place," Rick said. "Hi," The large man said stepping from his cart, while casually motioning for Rick to stop as he moved to the window of Rick's car before added, "can I help you folks?" Five Rick thought noticing another man then sitting in a large white four by four. The truck was actually idling because he saw small puffs of moisture from the side exhaust. There was a huge stainless steel push bumper in front which could easily ram his car if it wanted to. Getting T-boned by that truck would hurt Rick decided. "Hi, yes, would you let Lady Tremaine know that Rick is here to see her," Rick said. "Yes sir. Would you mind waiting right here for just a second," the man said stepping back to his cart and out of ear shot. His radio was already on his person because he only had to raise his hand to speak into a wrist and it only took a second as he walked back and added, "Would you follow behind me please." The man went back to his cart, waved at whoever he needed to wave to, and pulled ahead. He made a tight circle to get in front of Rick's car before taking them down the center of the road. He made a gentle right turn that would lead them around the castle. The castle was larger than it looked with most of the mass it's depth and not it's width as they followed the paved road past a covered small parking area to another split in the road. The place was massive. There was more parking but this part was separated by a small brick wall lined with benches and bushes shaded by mature trees lining a large walking path. The other path led to a beautiful house separated by a higher wall with similar architecture to match the castle. The cart pulled off to the right and the man got out to direct Rick to park in one of three covered spaces next to a five car garage. "Lady Tremaine is expecting you at the main house," the guard said pointing to the walkway to the front of the house. The cool breeze off the hills was far different than the stifling heat from the desert floor and refreshing as they made their way through the landscaping to the front door. They were still a few feet from the door when it flew open "Oh my God," the woman yelled in tears while running from the open door to Rick. She hit him hard enough to make him take a step back and he braced himself as her feet came off the ground while her arms went around his neck. Her embrace started with a warm hug that turned into a squeeze that would have hurt a lesser person. It lasted for long seconds mixed with kisses and strokes as tears flowed. "Ricky, Ricky, Ricky," Elisabeth said over and over again. Everyone else just stood their ground confused. Rick to Helen and the kids, Rick to Elisabeth hugged her back for all he was worth. The kids had never known Elisabeth. "I can't believe it," Rick said and added, "17, almost 18 years now. Thank God for the CIA or I would have gone crazy." "You've been tracking me?" Elisabeth asked. "Nope, just your property in Nevada," Rick said and then added, "for investment. Did you know some of the best properties are in the foot hills?" "I did know that, Elisabeth said and then added, "I have a real estate firm silly. Several actually." "I knew that sister of mine, I've gotten brochures from your company," Rick said. "Never mind that, who are these strange wonderful people?" Helen was hugged next, then Bobby and his sisters followed. "Hello sister-in-law," Elisabeth said giving Helen nearly as painful a hug as she'd given Rick. There was no holding back the affections she held for all of them and even though none of the kids had met Elisabeth it didn't matter. They knew her intimately in those seconds. It was a family reunion from start to finish and she clung to Helen and Rick walking into the house. Bobby, Willow and Tammy followed happily into a massive open courtyard. You could walk down the center or move around both sides along two reflective pools that had working fountains. It was exceptionally cool and refreshing and a large no nonsense European woman was waiting near a living room area for them to reach her. "Lemonade everyone?" Elisabeth asked of each. With nods from all Elisabeth nodded and the woman left as they reached the large living room. Elisabeth turned and hugged Rick again holding him for a time before finally sitting. "This place is fantastic," Rick said. "Gorgeous," Helen added. "Can we go in the pool?" Bobby asked. "Of course," Elisabeth said and then added, "There are swimming trunks and towels next to the changing rooms in the cabana across the way. Go pick what you like and take a dip. I'll have snacks made while you swim." The kids quickly rose, walked to the massive sliding doors and went through. Those led to a giant patio that split to a huge lawn and garden to the right before a rock wall off into the distance. To the left another patio and the pool. Every table had an umbrella. Scattered around the property were pergolas with either double or single benches under trees for shade. "Having grown up in the Bronx this was a dream come true," Elisabeth said and then added, "So how bad is it?" "Figured that one out pretty fast," Rick said. "When you disappeared the first time I knew something was up," Elisabeth said and then added, "And now here you are two years later so I'm guessing you went underground and that too got blown? Right?" "Exactly right," Rick said and added, "And I think what's chasing us is a new software which is most likely mine, if you can believe that. I'm chasing myself. An AI that they were working on when I was still with the Agency. They killed my business partner." "Jesus Ricky! Those bastards. Can you beat it?" Elisabeth asked. "I think so but it's going to take some doing and I'm going to need your help," Rick said and then added, "And you haven't been compromised just so you know." "I know honey and just so you know, in another fifteen minutes your car is going to become a small block of metal as well. Don't panic, I'm having the dealership in town deliver two new ones for you both under the corporations titles." Elisabeth said and then added, "Your gear is in your room. By the way, you are investors, here to view some of my properties." "Thank you," Rick said. "Now then, what's going on?" Elisabeth asked. Chapter Hurricane "Ever watch or see a hurricane?" Rick asked. "Of course, sure," Elisabeth said. "Well, right after I started college I began working on an Artificial Intelligence project I called Spider Web. Sold that for my tuition. After that I began working on a new project called SPIN. It wasn't an acronym, just a function at the time. Anyway, I began working on ways to collect massive amounts of data using what is called a spiral curve. "Actually Ricky I know about a spiral curve," Elisabeth said and added, "I'm not that old." "That's right you do," Rick said and added, "Well, my algorithm creates this spiral that sucked in data like a hurricane might but it acts in a three dimensional way in that it constantly kept folding in on itself. Data gets sucked in and would be spiraled to the top and then flow back down in the middle to the bottom while new data comes in from the sides." "Okay, I got that part," Elisabeth said. "Okay, but as that data flows in it was constantly comparing the data already there to the new data coming in. Data that was similar got connected by links. As it folds to go back down along with those with those links attached it starts comparing to new data flowing up. General similarities first, odd similarities later. The data no matter how big or small never stopped flowing and those comparisons and similarities never stopped being made," Rick said. "Ergo, if there is a link, it's made." "But how did you managed that growing data base?" Elisabeth asked. "I treated it the same way as a hurricane. Narrow at the bottom where new data came in and a huge funnel at the top where the old data was being managed. All linked together, instantly accessible with a SNAP of the fingers. It started looking like a spiral galaxy with these beautiful logarithmic spirals of data. It was beautiful and one day it got the notice of the CIA," Rick said. "Oh, oh," Elisabeth said. "Exactly," Rick said and added, "Instantly seduced. I was wined and dined and within a month I was in a huge lab at Langley under the direction of a man named Jack Bolt who had me flying in with the private jet and black limousine. Within days I was writing code while my badge was being made." "And then you two connected?" Elisabeth asked pretending she and Rick never talked about Helen. "And then we connected or maybe I should say she and he joined with me," Helen said. "That's my fault," Elisabeth said. "So I've discovered, thank you very much," Helen said. "Which was where we left it after I met you Elisabeth." "You're welcome," Elisabeth said. "And the kids?" "Nine months later the twins were born," Rick said and then added, "three years later SNAP DRAGON is on line and running and Bobby is born and I'm an analyst with a room full of analyst. Then I get wind of the first assassination, then another and someone domestically gets arrested on stuff I'm digging up on him. No due process, no trial. "And things are going downhill from there?" Elisabeth asked. "Exactly," Rick said and added, "I start putting two and two together which isn't hard and SNAP DRAGON is doing all sorts of nasty things for the CIA. I also discover that with the exception of Jack Bolt and his team I'm the only one that knows what SNAP is doing. I also know that I'm slowly becoming more of liability than an asset." "Getting out has got to be a thousand times harder than getting in," Elisabeth said shaking her head. "Actually for the CIA it's fairly easy and fairly permanent," Rick said. "And they are going to find my chip pretty soon and that's going to end my last link to the inside." "I get it," Elisabeth said. "So not hard at all for us thanks to you and our experience. Like you did, I started funneling my first million in clandestine money and documents into an overnight bag that very same day. Funny thing is it was easier for me because we have access to everything. That bag went into an airport locker in Denver. There were ten other bags in as many weeks in ten other airport lockers. "Gosh, I wish I had those resources back then," Elisabeth said. "You've still got your 'run-away-money" right?" "Funny thing is I do. All twenty million of it and it's still in the Bahamas." Rick said. "Awesome. So obviously it's not the money but hiding that's your worry." "Exactly," Rick said and added, "Anyway, I began buying nearly new SUV's under assumed names, getting them reconditioned and parking them in garage size storage rentals in every state across the US then down from Canada to Texas. Eleven across and five down. With the storage units done I began creating my first two families with a third as a backup." "Sounds like you've worked it all out pretty well," Elisabeth said and then added, "So what happened?" "SNAP happened damn it," Rick said and added, "I had $15 million dollars in 15 locations. 14 now with this last being used. Still do with that many family identifications. This is our third. We're the Baker family, the one we just left was our second. Our first was out of Idaho." "He's John Baker now," Helen said and added, "We we're moving from Wisconsin for AT&T to settle in Oregon. Doing so by car on a little family vacation." The briefcase had birth certificates marriage license, medical and dental records on USB cards including previous schools for the kids and Rick's new military record. On paper he had once been a Pentagon liaison." "All of that is in your room," Elisabeth said and added, "I had one of my people empty it before taking your car in to be crushed. "Trouble is sis I'm beginning to think those identifications aren't going to work anymore," Rick said and added, "Not as a family unit at least. Not with SNAP fully functional which I believe it now is." "Look, to be safe, you've got to assume it's true," Elisabeth said and then added, "And with that assumed how can I help." "We've got to make some radical changes. Major changes beginning with how we structure the family," Rick said. "How's that honey?" Elisabeth asked. "I think Helen and I are going to separate, maybe become single parents? Perhaps each take one of the twins," Rick said. "We'll settle here in Vegas, not too far apart and swap on some kind of routine but do as single parents. With one child each that's a radical shift in the search database. Maybe kill off the other? Not sure yet?" "You're right and that could easily be done here," Elisabeth said. Vegas is fairly large so crossing paths would be easily made difficult. Living across town, setting up out of the way meeting places. You could easily do two different schools or no schools for that matter." "We're also thinking of the girls as boys or even one of the girls as a boy and letting them swap every six months," Rick said. "Too much attention for the girls if you're talking about doing it formally, but dressing them male is easy enough. We could do a lot to change them without making any permanent changes. They could easily pretend. If school is the only issue we could Gen up an ID that says they are boys in transition and the state would recognize them as such," Elisabeth said. "But you know Ricky, I'm thinking that would mark a significant change and show up as such. Might not want to do that." "Good point," Rick said. It was so odd hearing himself being referred to as Rick or Ricky again. "The girls would love to play the role of boys for a time," Helen said and then added, "I was thinking of that role playing and doing just one. You know, letting them swap with each other for half a year. Make it interesting for them." "We could do that. Lots of options," Elisabeth said and then added, "lots of prospects as either sex. Job prospects are wide open as well in either role. Doing it that way, maybe allowing them to do so in the gay community even expands the options some. I have lots of connections there. I could find them work, places to live if and when you decide to do that. Meanwhile I can set you up with a couple of places to live as renters or buyers." "Thanks. The girls are going to be easy to work with. It's Bobby I worry most about," Rick said. "So what are you thinking Rick?" Elisabeth asked. "If we're really going to shake up the database, it's got to be seriously radicalized. He's got to be seriously radicalized. At least as much as the girls. So, yes, single parent of one child for the girls and that solves their problem. At least on paper. They are rough and tumble enough and could pass easily enough. Making them transitioning transsexuals on paper would be a possibly, better off grid as well. Maybe older than their age perhaps. The girls have two years left of school but they are smart enough to graduate now or, at the very least, home school the rest. "Easily doable," Helen said. "We could graduate them any way you want on paper," Elisabeth said. "I know," Rick said. ""You're avoiding my question Ricky," Elisabeth said and then asked, "So what about Bobby?" "I know, I know. He's got to be just as radical! Not as easy though. Then again that's where I guess you can help most of all. I think you can do this easier than we can. In fact, I think I need you more for him than for the girls. Sis, I need to do what you did for me and frankly only you can do it. You know what I'm saying," Rick said. "I do Ricky," Elisabeth said and added as she stood and watch Bobby dive into the water, "we're lucky in a lot of ways in that regard, because, like you, he's very effeminate." "He is," Rick acknowledged and added, "That's what made me think of it. I'm thinking he could be a transsexual for a year." "It would certainly be easy for him," Elisabeth said. "He could be just about anything." Easier said than realized perhaps," Rick said. "He'd have to be a girl for at least a year, maybe two. Then bring him back, build him a new life, free of us! Like you did with me." "The girls will be very easy to cross dress, Elisabeth said, "Frankly Bobby should be as easy as well, he's pretty enough, but let me get Cindy to take a look at him. She's my best resident Transformative." "What the heck is a Transformative?" Rick asked. "Rick, you think this is all new? Honey, it's not. Not nowadays. Not anymore. Sweets, I get clients that like to be transformed all the time now! It's a big part of my business. Some before sex or some even without sex," Elisabeth said. "Really?" Rick said. "Really! I get Cross dressers, experimental transgendered men who think they are transsexual. Even want-a-be but aren't sure. I get men who want to play women for another man just for the heck of it. Honey, if you can imagine it, I've been asked to do it. Like I said, all sorts of things," Elisabeth said. "And these Transformatives?" Rick asked. "Right! Anyway, it's become often enough that I have professional people on staff to do makeovers and it's all backed by a fairly substantial wardrobe department and that's for the normal day to day wear. Then there is the fetish stuff. Don't get me started on the fetish stuff. No wait, who am I talking to?" "I know what you are saying Elisabeth, I can help there," Helen said. "Never mind what you know," Rick said smiling at Helen. "Helen, you and I need to compare notes," Elisabeth said snickering. "No you don't," Rick warned. "Over tea," Helen added ignoring her husband's warning. "So who are these specialist?" Rick repeated. "Very specialized people actually. Experts. They are not just capable of transforming but of reforming. Trust me honey, sometimes reforming someone can be very formidable odds, because there are some seriously not so feminine men that want to be women out there," Elisabeth said. "I can imagine," Rick said. "Actually you can't honey. For you it came easy. It still would be. For others, most, not so much," Elisabeth said. "Trust me, making some of these men into something strikingly feminine can take nothing short of a miracle. Those specialist, these Transformative people that work for me are truly miracle workers. Two are women, A third is male sometimes. Cindy is my absolute best. Frankly with Cindy, you wouldn't recognize Bobby on your best day if you had all the time in the world to guess, and it will give us a chance to see what his future might hold for him." "And how he feels about it," Rick said. "You never know? He could be like his father," Elisabeth said smiling at her younger brother. "He could," Rick noted. "But I've been thinking about something else you've said Ricky," Elisabeth said. "What's that?" Rick asked. "They might actually look for a transsexual," Elisabeth said. "Or something along those lines. It wouldn't be out of the realm of possibilities to try and hide a boy as a girl." "I know, I was thinking that myself," Rick said. "It would be an obvious change in some ways." "It would if the agency is as smart as you," Elisabeth said "So what if we transition him without transitioning him?" "Okay, that one went right over my head a little, but of course that wouldn't be the first time with you would it sister," Rick said. "Listen Ricky and don't panic till you've heard me out okay," Elisabeth said. "I'm listening," Rick added. Chapter Afeminado "I've got an idea that I think will work even better. I'd like to replace my girl Maria with Bobby. The advantage here is Maria is a girl not too unlike Bobby in physical size and she just flew back to the Republic of Honduras, in Central America." "So they've got a record of her leaving?" "Not really. Easier getting out of the US than getting in. Actually she flew back without a record of it because she was here illegally. I sent her in a private plane owned by a very dear friend to continue to keep her and I off the grid." "Why's she leaving?" "She's not just leaving here, she's leaving the business to care for her mother and she's made enough money to do so," Elisabeth said. "Spanish, Mexican, Latin decent? Right?" Rick asked. "Exactly, Honduras," Elisabeth said and added, "Giving you a lot of leeway with makeup, skin coloring, tanning and so on. I've got a few pictures, but trust me, Bobby could easily and almost literally step into Maria's shoes and I mean that. Including, at least, for the sake of Nevada, take over Maria's life. Lock, stock and barrel. That means medical records, employment, all of it. and best of all he or rather she could live right here at the castle with me." "That's an odd term for you," Rick said. "What?" "Lock, stock and so on?" "I'm in a castle. Actually that's because you have not had the tour yet. The architect that designed my castle, the main castle that is, took some of the designs from Sir Walter Scott's last castle. That term was from one of his letters. I was presented with that letter and a musket when this place was finished. In the letter the literal quote goes: "Like the High-landman's gun, she wants stock, lock, and barrel, to put her into repair." "I would love a tour," Rick said. "But the big question is how is it possible for my son, a boy, to be compatible with medical records of a girl?" "As for the tour you shall have it my love," Elisabeth said handing Rick a picture before adding, "As for those medical records being compatible? That's easy, Maria was, and still is an afeminado which in Spanish is what we call a sissy. You see, Maria is actually a young boy named Mino." "Wow that's a boy," Rick said in amazement. "That's what I'm talking about honey! That's Maria, or was, and like I said that could easily be Bobby," Elisabeth said. "With Cindy's help he could even be a better version." "Cindy did this?" Rick asked. "No, but she could have," Elisabeth said as she watch Rick share the image with Helen who shook her head then frowned a little. "Is that her room or a room here in the castle?" Helen asked. "It is one of our play rooms," Elisabeth said and added, "One of several." "So I'm assuming she's wearing a costume then?" Helen asked. "She is," Elisabeth said. "So would this be part of our son's cover? I mean would he'd be wearing that same kind of outfit..." Helen started to ask. "Yes and no," Elisabeth said and finished by adding, "Yes, your son would hide under Mino or Maria's identity, but no, he would not be doing what Maria did." "I don't follow you," Helen said cautiously. "I would have him dress up in the costumes to replace the pictures in the portfolio. Nevada has some rules about establishments like this and that's one of them. I would have to do some things to end hints of Mino's immigration and document your son's. It would be good for the sake of the cover as well, but that would be it. Your son would not be working here. It would all end with just the records and photos. That is what you were going to asked wasn't ii?" "Yes," Helen said visibly relieved as she turned to Rick and added, "Did you know about that room?" "Actually no, but I know my sister," Rick said taking the picture back before handing it to Elisabeth. "And not sure he's going to like dressing as a baby girl or getting his picture taking in a crib or play pen?" "Not sure he's going to like any of it," Helen said smiling "We'll see," Elisabeth said and then added, "Cindy can be pretty persuasive when she needs to be." "So what is all that?" Helen asked. "That's our theater. There are a lot of men that enjoy watching young men transformed into young women, sissies, young girls, adult babies, little girls, baby girls, you name it. It either happened to them or they've seen it happen or they've imagined it happening. It doesn't really matter because they are willing to pay a lot of money to watch their fantasies unfold in front of their eyes. Our little theater group performs these transformations for them." "Amazing. Before this I had a pretty narrow view of what places like this did," Helen said. "That's why I make the big bucks honey, I don't have that narrow view, just a way to present it and price it," Elisabeth said smiling. "I should talk to him first," Rick said. "That might be better," Helen said. "You going to talk to him about you?" Elisabeth asked. "I'm not sure," Rick answered. Chapter The Talk .... Rick went out to the cabana, walked in and after a time came out in a swimming suit. He dove in, swam for a bit rolled over and did a lazy back stroke the length of the pool. The girls were sitting at a table sipping sodas and eating fresh cut fruit resting on shaved ice while Bobby was sitting at the shallow end on the stairs relaxing. Rick asked the girls if they could go in the house with their mom for a bit so he and Bobby could talk. The girls each took a last bite of their fruit and grabbed their towels before leaving. Rick watched them go walking identically as he walked slowly towards Bobby timing their departure so he was alongside his son when the sliding glass door was pulled shut. "Are we having the talk?" Bobby asked. "We're talking but not that talk," Rick said smiling. "I know we're not having that talk dad. Besides dad it's too late for THAT talk. So, I'm guessing you want me to be a girl, right?" Bobby asked. "How the hell did you know that, and what do you mean it's too late for THAT other talk?" "Dad I'm seventeen." "How old was the girl?" Rick asked. "Eighteen! If anything she would be the one in trouble and we had protection, or rather she did. So what about me being a girl?" "Seriously, how do you know about that?" Rick asked more worried about what he knew of the agency that anything else. "I hear you talking about screwing with the database dad. The only way we can screw with the database is to change the parameters. If they are searching for two girls and a boy you've got to change that mix right," Bobby said. "That's right," Rick said. "So my sister's become boys and I become a girl," Bobby said. "Or some other weird combination." "Pretty much, and when did you get so damn smart?" "I guess it's in the genes," Bobby said. "So how do you feel about doing something that weird?" Rick asked. "My sister's will be happy." "Why's that?" "I'll have my own panties." "I guess it is in the genes," Rick said. "What's that?" "Never mind." Chapter A New Life Bobby and Rick did talk that night. Elisabeth was right about most of it. This generation had a whole different perspective on gender and the some of the issues that plagued Rick in his day were as old as he was. Bottom line was Bobby was "down with it!" After that they ignore everything and spent a week as simply house guest, as family. They were house guest swimming, relaxing, letting the past years melt away as details for the rest of their new lives slowly and carefully came together. Elisabeth had built a vast network of resources around her, so putting together a plan was second nature for her. She sat at a massive desk working with an ear piece, multi-line phone and lap top keyed into a 60 inch screen showing eight windows that continually amazed Rick. When she seemed satisfied she stopped working and leaned back. "Okay, here is my suggestion: I found two properties, both are nice pieces back to back but literally separated by county lines. We build two homes, one on each property with different contractors. Since each is in different counties each needs separate permits and inspection agencies. Nothing is the same. The fence line separates the two and both will sit on their respective borders in two different county lines once they are complete. I've purchased them through two different companies that transferred the paid deeds back to two different real estate firms with each house going to each of you through different escrow companies. That takes care of ownership and separation. One to Helen and one to you Rick. There is literally nothing to connect the two homes," Elisabeth noted. "Excellent." "It gets better. Your backyards touch but you live in two different counties which means two school districts so that's also taken care of if you want to continue school. Now here is the best part! Both homes are actually back to back - touching, literally, and each rest on their respective county lines separated only by their backyard fences. Part of the later construction, if you want, will be a gate that my company can come in and build." "This is wonderful." "Ricky, as for identities, you've been in Europe for three years teaching and just recently moved back to teach here while your daughter Willow can graduate and attend college here in Los Vegas. We've managed to hack travel data showing you and Willow on Swiss Air leaving San Francisco four years ago and returning to accept your new position. The principle enjoys our dungeon on a routine basis and is desperate for teachers. You went to Europe to get away after your wife died. You've been back here in an apartment that my corporation owns for a year. You've got a stamped passport, visa and residency card along with your teaching credentials in your packet. You just bought the house. You start your teaching job in two months." "Excellent. What am I teaching?" "Science." "As for you Helen, you're a widow as well. You've been living in Atlanta till Hurricane Irma took everything. You've decided to move with Tammy where there are no Hurricanes. You've used your insurance money to move and settle into your new home. You both had fairly new cars. You'll still be doing your sewing but this time selling it on EBay. I'm also going to be a client. I have a catalog of costume items I'd like to commission. You have a year's worth of invoices." "Thank you. May I see the catalog?" "Of course, it's here on the desk. Now then, in the packets I've included you have maps for repair shops, tow services and other service companies I use. I have a management company that has resources for almost everything. Use it when you need it. They are used to being called by my friends and clients. If you want something that's not listed, call my management firm and they'll find it and pick up the tab." "This is excellent sis. Thanks." "You're welcome Ricky. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to talk with Bobby for a bit." Willow and Tammy walked out together ahead of their parents Helen and Rick leaving Bobby with Elisabeth. Helen leaned towards the desk and grabbed the catalog that Elisabeth had mentioned to look at. Bobby thought he knew what was going to happen and why, which took away a lot of the necessary reasons a guy might protest. Chapter Like Father Like Son Elisabeth too thought she was going to put Bobby into Maria's identity but not into her occupation. Elisabeth's plan was that Bobby would be working as an assistant grounds keeper reporting to her head grounds keeper. Elisabeth would be replacing the one she was losing to college out of state. Bobby could keep his own studies up through correspondence at the local college. He would register using Milo's identity but as a US citizen. As first Bobby also loved the notion of working outdoors. Obviously working as a girl would be odd, but not too odd given the fact he'd be mostly in overalls and tee shirts for most of the day. Bobby also met Cindy Maxwell who was introduced as one of Elisabeth's Transformatives working there at the Spread Eagle Ranch. Cindy would still provide support for Bobby's feminine transition. While he could remain mostly in masculine attire there were still some necessary pleasures, or evils, depending on your point of view, such as wearing a bra - padded of course. It was there, in that office, with Cindy and talk of a bra, that Elisabeth's whole perspective on Bobby suddenly changed and it came from Bobby himself. "My sisters always made me wear a bra when they dressed me up," Bobby said. "Dressed you up? Did your sisters dress you up a lot?" Elisabeth asked. "Promise not to tell dad?" Bobby asked. "He'd most likely go ballistic." "Of course," Elisabeth said. "I promise not to tell your father Bobby, but I would also suggest you not underestimate him either. He's a pretty understanding guy once you get past that tough exterior." "Dad? Maybe on some things, but I don't think so on this. Mr. Macho really would have a heart attack," Bobby said. "Well, I've known your dad for a long time, all of his life actually, and I think you'd be surprised at how tolerant he can be. But we can save that talk for a later time. So, you ready to meet your new teacher?" Elisabeth asked. "Can I ask you a question first?" Bobby asked back after a moment's thought. "Of course?" "My sisters, before you said I was going to work for the gardener, told me I was replacing someone that was doing a lot of play acting like I once did with them? Is that true?" "Kind of," Elisabeth said. "In a way Bobby. But it's adult play acting." "What kind of play acting is it?" Bobby asked. "Dress up, but like I said, it's more adult than what you did with your sisters. It's a little complicated Bobby and I'm not sure, even with an understanding father like your dad, he'd want to see you doing that sort of thing," Elisabeth added. "So it does have sex then?" "Not like your thinking Bobby. Let's see if I can explain this without violating your parents trust," Elisabeth said pausing for a moment. "Think of it as a kind of movie set that's designed for an audience of one with you and one other the actors. That audience member is the client who pays to have one actor dress up and play with another." "You say dress up? What sort of dress up?" Bobby asked. "Okay, let me try this. People or a client would pay to see Milo dressed up as... say like a baby, or maybe even a little girl. Milo is what we call a submissive. He would be dressed up by a woman playing the role of a dominate. These clients would pay money for him to do that." "Would there be sex?" "Not like you're thinking. Not normal sex Bobby. There was what we call accidental sex which was staged sex that looked accidental, if that makes since, and to be honest with you Bobby without your parents here to guide me any further I can't explain it with any more detail or any better than that." "I think I'd like to do that." "Do what?" "That! You know, what Milo did, acting. I think I'd like to do that sort of thing instead of gardening. I think I'd like to do what Milo was doing before he left?" "Really? Are you sure of that?" "Yes!" "Well, let me talk this over with your dad okay?" Elisabeth asked. Bobby nodded. Chapter Milo's Mary Jane Shoes Rick and Helen were back in Elisabeth's office. "You want the good news or bad news first?" Elisabeth asked after Rick and Helen sat. Bobby was back outside by the pool with his sister's. "Depends on how bad the bad news is?" Rick asked. "To me none of its bad. To you? Hard to say. It's been a long time little brother," Elisabeth said. "First of all, do you know that your son cross dresses? Mostly with his sister's help." "What? No! No he doesn't," Rick said. "Yes, he does. Quite a bit from what I gather," Helen said. "He's been cross dressing since he was about six." "Wait? What? You knew and didn't say anything?" Rick asked looking at his wife. "What's to say. It's just kids being kids," Helen said. "We've got a boy with two older sisters." "I thought he was kidding," Rick said. "About what?" Helen asked. "He was joking about his sister's panties," Rick said. "I didn't push it any further. Like I said I thought it was a joke." "He wasn't joking," Helen said. "Well, then I guess the answer is no sis I didn't know, but I guess I do now. Why," Rick said looking back at his wife then at his sister. "Well, that's the good news actually. I mean he's okay with dressing as a girl and stepping into Milo's shoes both figuratively and literally. I explained that he could work with my grounds keeper and dress mostly in overalls with tee shirts. You know, I was trying to kind of ease him into the issue of cross dressing, which was when I discovered he was okay with dressing as a girl." "So that's the bad news?" Rick asked. "No, the bad news is he asked about Milo's actual job here and I kind of gave him a Reader's Digest version with a PG rating of what it was without too much detail," Elisabeth said. "That's when he announced he wanted Milo's old job." "He wants Milo's old job," Rick repeated. "He wants to be the submissive in the same SM Theater productions that Milo and Margret or Linda were doing," Elisabeth said. "When does he turn eighteen?" "forty one days," Helen said. "It's out of the question," Rick said. "Not sure we have a say in this," Helen said. "I mean we do have a say in it for another forty one days I guess." "I can refuse," Rick said. "Which Bobby said you'd say," Elisabeth noted. "Which is only valid for another forty one days brother." "Damn it," Rick said. "It's his life," Helen said. "Which he doesn't have a clue about," Rick said. "He does brother! Maybe more than you did at that age. In fact, he wants' your permission to rehearse before he turns eighteen. He says it will give him time to learn the trade," Elisabeth said. "Aw Jeez," Rick said looking at his wife. "And you're okay with this?" "No, but I'm okay with him being safe and if he's safe and happy I don't care what he's doing," Helen said. "He'd definitely be safe and from what I've gathered so far I think he'd be happy," Elisabeth said. "Sis, can you keep him away from the hard core stuff?" Rick asked. "That's a given honey," Elisabeth said. "He's family." "Then I guess if he's okay with it and you guys are okay with it, I'm okay with it," Rick said. "But not one second before he's eighteen." "That too is a given," Elisabeth said. "Besides, it's going to take at least that long for Cindy and Margret to get him up to speed." "Who are they?" Rick asked. "Like I'd mentioned Cindy Maxwell is my best Transformatives here," Elisabeth said. "Margret Tanner, on the other hand would be Bobby's boss and is my SM Theater Production Manager and one of its stars." Chapter The Theater "Before you make a decision like this you really need to know what it is you're deciding on," Elisabeth said. "Which means a tour, okay?" Okay," Bobby agreed. "Margret? If you wouldn't mind," Elisabeth said. "Margret is our SM Theater Production manager which also means she would be your producer slash director slash boss." "Hi," Bobby said nervously. "And this is our potential replacement for Milo's old role," Elisabeth noted with a gesture of her hand between Margret and Bobby. "Bobby is interested in the position Margret, but I'm not sure he fully understands what it entails. I think he gets most of it, but maybe not all of the work involved, so I thought you might help with that." "I can, and I'd love to," Margret said. "Great! I've promised his father our full support if he decides to make his transition when the time comes. Margret, I should note with a little caution that he won't be 18 for another couple of months - about five weeks or so. I have his parents' permission to show him most of it, but not all of it, if you know what I mean. If he does accept, and decide to do this, which would be with your approval as well I should add, his time remaining before his birthday would be put to use rehearsing and training. "I see, and that would make sense," Margret noted. "Then let's start with the theater first why don't we?" "I'll leave you two to get to know each other get on with the tour," Elisabeth suggested taking and shaking Bobby's hand. "Shall we," Margret asked as Elisabeth left through the door. She had activated the electronic lock with a ring on her right hand. "Did she just use her ring?" Bobby asked. "She did. Staff and security wear rings," Margret noted showing Bobby hers as she turned to walk down a well lit hall that was very wide and lined with what was clearly or perhaps made to look like hand hewn stone. In nearly every aspect the place gave the impression one was in a castle. Both the architecture and decoration made it impossible not to think that. While the doors appeared to be rough cut they were clearly high tech as Margret raised her hand to a small indentation in the wall. There was a click and the door then opened. "Have you done any acting," Margret asked stepping into a large room with two sets of elevator doors and a set of doors to stairs. "These by the way are private elevators for staff only. Same as the stairs. Guest use the lobby elevators and stairs." "Got it," Bobby said as the elevator dinged and opened. "This leads to all the back rooms, including the theater and wardrobe," Margret said stepping in and pressing B2. The doors closed smoothly and with only a slight lurch they began to descend. "Is that Basement two?" Bobby asked. "It is. We have four basement floors with B4 the utilities area, B3 kitchen, laundry and staff break rooms. B2 theater and costuming and B1 our Dungeons. Up from there is the Lobby and then floors one through four and the tower," Margret said. "Wow, how many people work here?" Bobby asked as they passed B1. "Let's see, there are five department heads plus security, so that's six heads. I think the last time we had a staff party there was about fifty not counting the grounds people, so maybe sixty," Margret said looking pensive as she appeared to be counting staff in her head. "Are they all? You know," Bobby hesitated to say the word prostitute. "You'd have to ask Elisabeth that question directly Bobby, but the question itself would be hard to answer given the way you've framed it," Margret said. "Why is that?" Bobby asked. "Well, because in that context, you'd be counted as well," Margret said. "Wait, Elisabeth said I wouldn't be having sex," Bobby said as the elevator stopped at B2. "And yet, you're going to be fostering sexual urges in some people, most of the clients that purchase your services Bobby. In that context, you'd be prostituting," Margret noted with a smile. "I thought Milo was dressed up in front of cameras?" Bobby asked. "He is, or rather she was," Margret said. "But the person watching him being transformed was most times doing so for the sexual thrill of it. You understand that right?" "Yes, I suppose I do," Bobby said. "Indirectly there is sex," Margret said. "We have a number of girls that our clients enjoy spending an evening with without direct sex. While that doesn't involve direct sex, technically is prostitution, and Elisabeth must treat it as such, it's more companionship or as an escort than anything else. Spread Eagle Ranch is a fantasy Palace Bobby, not a whore house if that makes sense?" "It does," Bobby said as the elevator doors opened. "So where am I?" Bobby asked. "This is where you will spend a lot of your time if you decide to work in Milo place. Stand here for a second and try and relax a moment before I try and orientate you because it's going to seem odd at first," Margret noted as she allowed Bobby to take a break. "Where you are standing at the moment is at the center of a big wheel. Think of it as a hub if you will. Or maybe as a giant pie but before the slices have been made they've cut out this round hub for the elevators and stairs. Got that?" "I do," Bobby said. "Great," Margret said. "Now imagine there are eight equal slices that go around the entire circle. See those two doors?" "Yes," Bobby said. "That door on the left is the bathroom and makeup. That door on the right is costuming. If you were to go either way you'd walk around in a circle and see six more doors just like those all leading to six more rooms about the same size as those two," Margret said. "So walk with me to the right." "Okay," Bobby said and began walking along a corridor that had a slight curve to it but just as he started to walk another door came into view. "Go ahead and open it," Margret said. Bobby did and as he did so he was standing at the narrow end of a large room that expanded maybe 30 or forty feet away from where he stood. It was clearly a nursery of sorts and adorable looking. There was a cute crib, changing table, play pen, rocking chair and near the far wall a highchair with a regular chair and table arranged with it. The high chair and table were enclosed within a boutique kitchen. "The Nursery," Margret said. "For the baby scenes." "Got it," Bobby said trying to sound casual. Next to the changing table was a cabinet crafted of wood that held stacks of disposable diapers and next to those cloth diapers neatly resting against various plastic panties. Another cabinet held assorted baby clothes most of which were clearly meant for a girl. "What about sizes?" Bobby asked. "You and Milo are identical. Those diapers and dresses will fit you easily. Come on we've got seven more rooms," Margret said. "School room," Margot said as Bobby stepped into the next room. There was a cabinet of books, a desk large enough to accommodate him but clearly designed to look like a child's desk. There was a chalk board with colored chalk and coloring books. Along the walls were what you'd expect if you were standing in a kindergarten class room. In a cabinet with the door open were dresses and jumpers arranged next to the obvious slips that went with them. Below the clothes were the appropriate shoes. Bobby saw the paddle on the desk. "Is there spankings?" he asked. "Only if you're padded," Margret noted. "You said there is a room for costumes. If that's the case how come these rooms have costumes?" Bobby asked as they left the School Room. "Some clients want changes during the session. Clothes in the rooms allow for that," Margret noted. "Come on, let's go to the next room." "Sister's Bedroom," Margret noted as Bobby walked into what was clearly a little girl's bed room. It was adorable. Dresses and slips in a room full of pastels. There were dolls and little bits and pieces of girlish things arrayed everywhere. Beyond the window a very pretty scene of a Sunset that had pastel hues that looked real. "Is he a girl in this room?" Bobby asked. "Can be," Margret said. "We've got several clients that love Milo getting caught dressing up in his sister's things and being transformed. A few really enjoy spending their time just watching him experiment wearing girl's clothes. He had one client that loves watching his mother drag him in dressed as a boy but she's holding a diaper and baby pants and diapers him before putting him his sister's nightgown. Takes only about 15 minutes then drags him out to his own bedroom. That sort of thing." "Got it," Bobby said as they moved to the next room. "Bed Wetter's Bed Room," Margret said as Bobby opened the door. It was a typical boys room with the exception of diapers and baby pants or disposables in a cabinet. "Lots of bed wetting clients," Margret said. "Some were, some wanted to be. Some were put into diapers, some wanted to be diapered. This is where they get to see themselves having that happen." "They ever get dressed as girls in here?" Bobby asked. "All the time," Margret said. "That's a popular idea. Mother going off and getting the boy's sister's nightgown to wear with his diaper. Lots of clients like that sort of thing. The next room looked like a store or rather a small boutique. Actually it was designed like it was part of a boutique. More of the lingerie section. Panties and socks, then slips and petticoats, then nightgowns and an array of dresses. Near the far end changing rooms and mirrors. "What's this one about?" Bobby asked. "Our Boutique," Margret said. "Boy is dragged in by is mother, aunt, some lady in his life to be put into girl's clothes for some reason or other. He's got to suffer the humiliation of buying his lingerie, dress and shoes then dragged into the changing room where cameras behind the mirror record his forced transformation. Very popular." They left that one and entered another room that was clearly feminine but definitely adult. There was a queen bed against a mirrored head board in a soft pastel pink matched to sheets and a comforter of satin. A long flowing nightgown with a matching robe rested on the spread with mules neatly arrayed beneath. It looked like it was made ready for a women to go to bed. "And this room?" Bobby asked. "The Mommy room," Margret said. "One of my favorites. Most times, of course this depends on the client but I'm the one that suggest the options, you're dressed in something cute that nearly matches the gown I'm wearing after you've been diapered and you're forced to nurse on my breast. There are several other scenarios as well but that one is the most fun for me." "Wait? You're the dominate in these... what do you call them? Plays?" Bobby asked. "Yes? Most times," Margret said. "Why? Who did you think it was?" "I actually hadn't given it much thought," Bobby said as he began to realize he as nearly soaked. He rounded the bend and came back to where they started he began to realized just what it was he was getting into. He was having trouble looking directly at Margret all of sudden. "Almost hard to believe you'll be getting paid for doing this," Margret said in a soft voice. "Do you need to see the makeup and costume rooms?" "Not really," Bobby said nervously. "Can I make a suggestion?" "Yes," Bobby said. "You might want to change first before you meet up with your family," Margret noted and then laughed. "Should have diapered you before the tour." Bobby's face went beet red. The elevator dinged open. No one had used it since they'd come down. "Is there a way to get to Elisabeth's house without being seen?" Bobby asked. "Hold on," Margret said. "Security, this is Margret, I'm taking one of Elisabeth's family through the tunnel to her house." "Roger that," a man's voice said. "Go ahead." Margret pressed B4 as the doors closed. She turned left when they opened again. There were machine noises but there was a doorway that was clearly armored as she stepped forward and pressed her ring against a dot. A noticeable click released the lock as Margret pushed the door open. She invited Bobby in as the door closed behind them. It was a well lit corridor with no hint it was below ground. It opened to a small lobby that held another elevator. "Elisabeth," Margret said when whoever it was picked up. Obviously it was Bobby's aunt. "Hey, it's me. Which room is Bobby using? He needs to change. I spilled something on him. We're down in your access tunnel so no one would see him." Elisabeth gave Margret the room number. "Got it, thanks," Margret said pressing on her blue tooth. "You're on the second floor. When the elevator stops, leave it, turn right go four doors down. Your room is the forth door from the elevator. Security is keeping it clear till you get into your room. I'll see you later." "Thanks. Thanks for everything," Bobby said. "You're welcome," Margret said smiling as she looked at Bobby's wet spot. "I'm really looking forward to working with you and doing that a lot." Before Bobby could say anything the doors closed leaving him alone in the personal elevator as it moved up to the second floor. As he rode it up in silence he realized almost all of the rooms were not just rooms, but possibly his "soon - to - be - play - areas", and with Margret a kind of play mate. Images began to form. He imagined the nursery and him on the changing table. He was naked. Margret was looking down at him, smiling, in her hand baby powder. He could actually feel the diaper he was laying on. He could feel his heart rate going up and suddenly he began to ejaculate in his pants. It started just with the movement of his leg. He wasn't sure what part of the play caused it as he fell against the elevator wall for support. "And she looked forward to doing that a lot..." he mused. Chapter Another Talk Margret went directly to Elisabeth's office. She was behind her desk and on the phone but waved Margret to a chair. There was a few more minutes of discussion about a client's car getting scratched in the underground parking lot. "Don, no, there is no need to do that. None. Keep the estimate. I just need to take care of it for you. Tell you what let me have a car delivered to you in the morning for you to use and I'll see that yours is taken care of. No, seriously, I don't need to see an estimate. Now tell me, which would you prefer, car or car and driver for the day? Car? What would be a good time for you? Fine. See you then," Elisabeth said. "You too, and again I'm really sorry that it happened, bye." "Hang on a second Margret," Elisabeth said punching a button on her phone. "George! That car we discussed? Yes, Don Ferrymen's. See Frank to his house with a sedan for the day and get his to the body shop. I want it pristine before his day is over tomorrow. Thank you." "Now then Margret, how did the tour go with our budding little princess to be?" Elisabeth asked. "Can I keep him?" Margret asked. "That well?" Elisabeth asked. "He had a perpetual erection from the Nursery to Mommy's Bedroom. I had to start speeding things up just to get him out of there. He's going to be better than Milo if you want my opinion," Margret said. "I wasn't even sure if I should tell him about the doctor's office we were thinking about." "Well don't tell his parents that," Elisabeth said snickering. "So nothing scared him off?" "Are you kidding? It seemed like each room turned him on a little more. I'm starting to worry about giving him the play book," Margret said. "How long before he's eighteen?" "Forty one days," Elisabeth said. "We should take the time to redo some of the rooms and costumes. I'd like to see a few new dresses and baby outfits as well. I'd also like to sketch the exam room and see which room we might think about using." "What about bringing Linda in as another Video Player? I know we've only talked about it a couple of times but I think we could get a lot of mileage having two young people. You know, brother sister stuff, neighbor dress up scenes, that sort of thing," Margret said. I like the idea. I know Linda has asked me a couple of times and I think Bobby would like working with her. They're nearly the same age," Elisabeth said. "You okay sharing the limelight?" "Of course," Margret noted. "Well, talk with her and I'll talk with Bobby's parents and then Bobby himself. It looks like a go, we'll start doing the renovations and you, Linda and Bobby can start doing rehearsals," Elisabeth said. "How was Bobby when you left him?" "Soaked. He definitely needed a change of underwear," Margret said laughing. Elisabeth sat with Rick and Helen over a casual dinner while Willow, Tammy, and Bobby sat out by the pool area swimming again between hot dogs, sodas and snacks. Bobby remained silent over his tour. Margret had gone off to talk with Linda who had been eager to become a video player with Milo a few months back before Milo had decided to return to Republic of Honduras to live full time as Maria. "So Bobby took his tour a short time ago with Margret, my production manager for the theater," Elisabeth said cautiously. "And," Ricky asked just as cautiously. "I'm going to guess you'll want to verify this with him but he's very excited and wants to start rehearsing some of the plays as we speak. He definitely wants to do it and be ready by his eighteenth birthday. For my part I'm okay with it. I said I'd speak with you two and then let you all talk it over if need be," Elisabeth said. "Nothing to talk over, he's going to be eighteen in forty days," Helen said. "Forty one days," Ricky said correcting her. "Today is almost over," Helen countered. It's really kind of academic. In a little over five weeks he can do what he wants. Besides, I like the idea of him being here where he's loved and being watched and I'm not talking about the video but by his auntie." "True," Ricky said. "Agree," Elisabeth said. "Besides, he's cute enough and I actually think he'll do well here." "My son the porn star," Rick said shaking his head. "You know better Ricky. He will be a star but not porn! Definitely will be stimulating sexual desires but he will not be having sex other than what happens when he's being aroused, "Elisabeth noted. "That's still making me a little jittery," Rick said. "Oh stop. You'd give an arm and a leg to have this job not too many years ago," Helen noted. "I'm afraid I'd have to agree with your better half on this," Elisabeth said. "Besides, I don't see any downside here!" "Neither do I and yes, I wish was ten years younger," Rick said enviously. "I guess I just need a little time. Anyway, enough of Bobby. So what's happening with the houses?" "Helen's house has started the foundation. They are still grading on your piece of property. Actually the lag between the two play in our favor since that staggers the completions. I've arranged for two different design firms to sit with you both and you also need to decide what sort of car you want to drive for the next year or so. Oh which reminds me, are you guys going to let the girls drive this year? If that's a yes, they're also going to need cars." "You guys ready to retire?" Elisabeth asked. "I'm exhausted," Rick said. "Me too," Helen added. Chapter Baby Suite "I've had Sasha Baker put you into one of your suites. She's in charge of Costumer Services here at Spread Eagle Ranch. I also took the liberty of putting a few things in your suite. I'm putting the kids in the guest cabana here if that's okay. I suspect they'll play out there most of the night," Elisabeth noted. "I've got security watching them." "Wonderful," Ricky said. "How do we get to our room?" "Sasha's waiting just outside to take you there," Elisabeth noted as she got up to hug her brother and sister in law. Ricky and Helen went to the sliding glass door to let the kids know they were going to bed. There were waves and goodnights followed by dives which ended that. "I'll take care of the kids." "All set?" Elisabeth asked opening the door and finding Sasha standing there waiting. "All set," Sasha answered. "I've got a cart right out front." Sasha waited till Ricky and Helen were sitting and then gently drove off from Elisabeth's home to about half way back up the hill that they'd taken to come back down. She turned right to follow a beautiful wide garden path that split into a wide "Y" with the left branch heading into a driveway under the castle while the other went into what Rick knew was the mountain that the castle was built against. "So now I know why there are no cars outside," Rick said as they drove into an underground parking lot. It was clear the lot itself could hold at least thirty, maybe to forty cars. It looked to be about half full. Giant pillars or columns looked like they were left to hold the ceiling up and ran the length of the cavern for what seemed like an eight of a mile. "Nice and cool," Rick said. "Employee parking and yes it is," Sasha said. "Where do customers par?" Rick asked. "Next door. About three times this size," Sasha noted. "What was this place?" Rick asked. "This is the back side of an old limestone mine that Elisabeth bought years ago. When she first built the castle she put the parking in here so customer cars were not in direct sun light. Later it was expanded to match the expansion of the hotel part. Now it's for hotel guest that don't want to go through the Ranch part. In another year there will be a new hotel entrance about a thousand feet North of here," Sasha said turning the cart onto a very smooth road where the walls too had become smoother. "Amazing," Helen said as Sasha stopped the cart. "I'll leave the cart here for you so you can drive back to your sister's in the morning," Sasha said handing Rick the keys when she turned it off. She pressed the elevator button and it opened instantly. "You're on the tenth floor of the new wing." The doors closed and the elevator went up smoothly till the red LED's read 10. When Sasha used the card key to open the suite door she handed the key to Rick as well before allowing him and Helen to go in before her. Helen gasped at the view. "Are we in the mountain?" Helen asked. "This part is," Sasha said. "Those lights down that is the strip." "There is a menu if you get hungry and the refrigerator at the bar has snacks," "Sasha said turning for the door. There is a phone list and on the key is your sister's direct number. In case of an emergency just dial 0 and tell the operator you want Elisabeth and she'll connect you. Goodnight," Sasha said before pulling the door closed. "Oh my god," Helen said. "What?" Rick asked turning from the window. "On the bed! Obviously that stuff wasn't meant for me," Helen noted holding up a snap on pair of baby pants and a contoured diaper. "I don't sleep in stuff like that, but I know someone who did once upon a time." "What size is that nightgown," Rick said instantly interested in what else was on the bed. "Who else knows you like I know you? It's your favorite Hello Kitty character honey. Pink hair bow and all, and on a size 10 nightgown and look at this, it flairs just enough so if the person happens to be wearing diapers to bed this should fit over them," Helen said. "How convenient is that?" "Think I'll go take a bubble bath," Rick said walking past the clothes now laying back down on the bed. He turned into the bathroom and stopped at the door. "You've got to love her." "What," Helen said walking to his side. "Oh this is so wonderful." On the counter, next to a coffee maker with the usual compliment of teas and coffees was also a K-cup brewer, but that wasn't what Rick was looking at. What he was looking at was the baby bottle in the small portable bottle warmer already plugged in. There was a pastel pink baby bottle filled to the last line with milk or what appeared to be milk already in with the lid twisted on. "Oh for heaven's sake, look at the pacifier! Now how cute is that," Helen said pointing to the pink pacifier with the pastel glitter embedded in the clear plastic. "Does she have your number or what?" "Big time," Rick said bending to turn the water on. "Grab one of those bath gels," Helen said pointing a a plastic ornate container in the corner of the large tub. "What do you want to bet those are baby powder scented." "Betting against my sister would be a sure fire way to lose," Rick said leaning over to grab one of one inch size bath gel beads in pastel pink that Helen pointed out. Rick dropped two in and watched them float around a moment before one suddenly dissolved near the inlet. There was almost an instantaneous foaming as bubbles seemed to grow up from the water and Helen had been right, the room began to smell like baby powder. "So much for getting any sleep," Helen said reaching over and grabbing Rick's erection as he let his pants and silk underpants fall to his ankles. "What are you doing," Rick said as she tugged him closer. He had to take tiny steps with his clothes still around his ankles. "Making sure you don't soil your tub you little sissy," Helen said pulling a couple of feet of toilet tissue from the roll next to her. She was sitting on the seat with the lid down and immediately began to slowly stroke Rick when he stood between her legs. "Is my baby girl excited over being pinned into a nice soft diaper?" "Oh God Helen," Rick said as he exploded into the tissue. He closed his eyes as the shots came so fast that he hardly felt the contractions between them. It was over in seconds. "Exactly," Helen said stroking him till he was completely flaccid. She used another foot of tissue. "Now get into your bath you little sissy baby." "Yes ma'am," Rick said stepping out of his pants and panties. Helen helped him out of his shoes and socks and into the tub. There was a massive open shower with multiple heads and no door that Helen started before he undressed. Rick was already rubbing a wash cloth against a new bar of Johnson and Johnson's Baby Soap. Clearly it wasn't supplied by the hotel he mused, or perhaps it was? Helen was first to step from the shower and first to leave the bathroom but not before putting her hair into a large fluffy white towel. She put on the large fluffy white guest rob that hung from a gold bar. Amazing attention to detail Helen thought as she tied the sash and went to the counter. Rick's sister was an incredible person to think of what she had put there because the powder puff was filled with baby powder as well. "Is that baby powder?" Rick asked standing in the water as it drained away in the massive tub. "Of course. You're sister is beginning to blow my mind," Helen said. "Been like this every since I can remember," Rick said as he dried. "Come here baby and let me powder you," Helen said sitting again before removing the clear plastic lid of the powder puff. Rick was nearly white when she took his hand for the bedroom and guided him to the beds edge. He had to stand there holding a Kleenex against a new erection as Helen laid his fresh diaper down and opened the diaper pins. "Okay baby diaper time." It had been a long time since Helen and Rick had this kind of opportunity to indulge their fantasies like this. Years now that the kids had gotten so big. Only when they'd gone to camp or they'd managed some sort of duel overnight stay with friends could they play like this as Rick moved to lay over the soft diaper that Helen was gently patting. Rick adjusted himself so he was on top of the diaper and had his legs spread before Helen went to her suit case. There was a lingerie bag that rolled and that she fetched before removing the towel that she'd wrapped around her hair that went before the robe. Rick couldn't help but admire the body he'd been making love to for the last twenty years as she stepped into the full 1950's style nylon briefs. She pulled those up and then wiggled into a half slip that hung just past her knees before walking back to where Rick was. When his sister would diaper him for bed back in the day, and while he nursed his baby bottle, she would let him caresses her in her slip and panties. Helen moved within arm's length as Rich reached out to run his hand down the side of Helen's nylon encased leg. Rick slid to the leg elastic of the baby panties and fingered that before sliding his hand over his wife's ample bottom. Just then he felt the coolness of the baby powder falling over his erection while Helen had reached under the diaper to cup his testicles as the layers rested on top of his penis. Rick was nursing that cute little pink glittery pacifier when Helen brought the loose diaper over his erection and gently rubbed him to another climax. "There you go precious," Helen whispered as Rick arched his back and grunted his pleasure back at her. He collapsed back exhausted as Helen closed his diaper with the pink tipped diaper pins. He was almost half asleep by the time she managed to get him into his baby pants and Hello Kitty nightgown. She brought the baby bottle of warm milk from the bathroom and teased it against Ricks lips after she climbed in bed next to him. She too climaxed a second time laying there caressing his baby pants as he nurse. She slowly pulled the baby bottle from his mouth and put it on the nightstand. Rich had crashed and she was seconds away from doing so herself as she pressed the button that killed the lights. Chapter Guest Cottages Meanwhile, down at the pool. Things had grown quiet. There were four guest cottages for the house marked Eeny, Meeny, Miny, and Moe Elisabeth said. Bobby was in Eeny, Willow and Tammy were in Meeny and Miny. It was well after two in the morning when the kids went to their individual cottages. They'd been told their bags were in their rooms. Like the suite there were guest robes but unlike most suites Bobby's had a package of unopened disposables in the bathroom. The note was from Margret and read, "Not sure how you slept at night. Ignore these if you don't wear them." "You've got to be kidding," Bobby mused looking at the disposable diapers. The diapers were generic white, thick and size seven and if the numbers were right they would easily fit him. He was also curious about the nylon garment folded next to those. There was nothing in the note about the nightgown. When Bobby did pick it up it was a baby doll with panties because those fell to the floor. It was clearly his room because his luggage was on the folding rack at the foot of the bed which made it doubly odd. Why would he have a nightgown set unless it was that woman's way of saying she already knew about him? When Bobby held the lavender baby doll top against his chest it was clear that it would fit and just as clear he didn't have to wear it he also realized. It also might have been his new potential boss Margret way of saying welcome? Bobby wasn't sure but he was sure he'd try them as he opened the package of diapers. Bobby pulled a thick diaper from the package and tossed it on his bed, then did the same with the panties and baby doll top before taking his clothes off. He opened the disposable diaper to a lot of crinkling noise and the first drip from a very powerful erection suggested he better get into it as he quickly laid it flat. He climbed on top of the diaper and fussed with it till it was settled in a way that it could come between his legs and the risk of wetting anything but his diaper was past. Bobby had never worn a diaper before this and was nearly shivering when he brought the silky smooth plastic front up between his legs. So this would be what it was like he mused laying back to tape the diaper on. He liked the way it felt as he fused with the adjustable tapes on either side. It felt bulky between his thighs as he sat and then stood for the panties. They were matched to the nightgown top and generous in size as he tugged them up to cover the disposable. In the mirror he looked adorable in just the diaper but even cuter in the baby doll style panties with the ruffles around the leg. With the nightgown on, after a moment admiring his panties he looked like a girl with short hair. His sisters always teased him about that, about how easily it was to transform him. He'd been teased in school but his fighting skills, taught by his father, had sent warnings to most that he might look a little effeminate but it would be wiser to keep your mouth shut. Bobby always found it a bit ironic that on more than one occasion he'd bested some boy for calling him a sissy while wearing a pair of his sister's panties under his jeans. And here he was again rubbing himself to a climax wearing a lavender baby doll set over a disposable diaper. Bobby crashed sucking his thumb ten minutes later. Willow and Tammy were already asleep. Chapter Science Class, and EBay "Tracy, breakfast," John yelled from the kitchen as he used a fork to pry another waffle from the iron. Already there were three warming next to bacon on paper towels. It was Tammy's first night of their swap with her sister AKA Evelyn now at Helen's house. The girls homeschooled so swapping between them was simply moving between the two houses when the mood hit them. As the homes were constructed they'd decided not to put the gate in the fences fearing that would lead to a "too easy" path between homes and the possibility of mistakes. The girls only had another year and then would be off to college and mostly on their own. Helen and Rick decided when the girls went off to school they would meet, date and get together more often. Till then they were having an affair which was a lot more fun while the girls were swapping custody between their parents. Chapter Badger's Vacation Nearly a year went by with no leads on Bud Anderson, AKA Rick (Ricky) Harrison. There was a weak lead regarding an internal transfer for AT&T of a Mr. Baker from Wisconsin to Oregon that popped up right after their disappearance, but a follow-on investigation didn't turn up anything. A field investigator could not find any further information past that lead and there was no one by the name of Baker at AT&T with two girls and a boy in or around Wisconsin or Oregon. Jack Bold the Director of Surveillance for CIA's Code Unit, as much as he hated to admit it, finally ended the search and put the machines and people on other things. As always, there was a software switch that would trigger an alarm if something was found in the distant future but for now Bud Anderson, or whoever he was now, was long gone. Which left Badger, AKA Brad Stevens, Jack Bold's brightest Surveillance Coder, able to take the vacation he'd been forced to delay for the past twelve months. Brad did not look back driving like a Wildman as he left Langley on his way to his condo. He sat at his computer to plan his trip when his phone rang. It was Jack's secretary telling him that there were to and from travel vouchers in his name to upgrade airline tickets for United. To Brad's surprise Jack had upgraded him from economy to first class on any domestic flight. It was on Jack for Brad's outstanding efforts. She wished Brad a great vacation and hung up to Brad's utter amazement. Old lead bottom was giving him about $500 in upgrades - bless his heart. "Thank you Jack," Brad said hanging up and going to the United web page. He found a first class seat leaving that following day from Washington Dulles International Airport. It would be about a 20 mile Uber for him with a takeoff time of 1:35 PM that would put him in Los Vegas at around 9:00 PM. He'd do one carry on for the week. The cost was $901 for a round trip ticket. He was giddy as he began to pack. Brad's next site was the one his sometimes went to back after it was first suggested months ago as he typed in the name myspreadeagleranch.com. When the front page came up he went to the menu and found the theater listings. From the listings he picked the room and that brought up the questionnaire. With his questions completed he brought up the bookings sheet for the airport, looked at his itinerary then the Suncoast Hotel and Casino also recommended by his on-line friend. Brad discovered the hotel was within a few miles of the Spread Eagle Ranch and easily within his check in time. Then he called the hotel discovering his check in time would not be an issue the girl said from the reservation desk. She looked forward to his visit. With that done he typed in his appointment time for his fantasy at the Spread Eagle Ranch Theater. Brad's first real sigh of relief came when the landing gear softly settled into the wells of the aircraft with a muffled thud just after takeoff. He wouldn't touch down for another five hours he mused as he pushed his seat back. It had been a long eight months. He was physically and mentally exhausted and fell asleep instantly. "Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has asked that you store your trays..." Brad was gently nudged awake and yawned. His phone read 9:45 PM local time. Touchdown would be at 10:00 o'clock exactly his attendant said collecting the pillow and blanket he'd been given sometime during the flight in exchange for a warm wash cloth. That had to have been the fastest flight ever Brad mused as he washed the sleep from his face. Brad scrolled through his contacts and found Ron's number as he stepped off the plane and began walking towards the luggage carrousel exit. He was going to catch a cab to his hotel then find the pharmacy before calling the masseuse that Ron had recommended. With the Sun long since settled the evening has quickly cooled to a light jacket as Brad walked into the Suncoast lobby. With an imprint of his credit card he was given his key and a brief welcome before an invitation to their continental breakfast beginning at six the next day. Brad's call to Ron was answered immediately with loud music in the background. Brad was still out. Ron hurriedly gave Brad directions for the pharmacy he had used and the service number for the masseuse and hung up. The bar he was in had just yelled "last call" back home. Brad said thanks and stepped back out of the lobby for the pharmacy while dialing the service number for the masseuse. "Hello? For Pleasure Or Pain! May I help you? The female answered. "I need someone for a massage," Brad said. "Male, masculine, heavy set, middle age. Fetish orientated. Is that possible?" "Can you expand on the fetish," the woman asked. "I'll be wearing a cloth diaper and plastic pants. No heavy genital contact, just the massage. Waist down, focus above the knees, concentrating near the diaper area. Front to back." "We have someone. I'll need a particular time," the woman asked. "And I'll need a location?" "Now or as soon as possible and at the Suncoast Hotel, Room 211," Brad said. "Can you hold," the woman asked. Brad said yes and did. "Will half an hour be okay?" The voice said after a few minutes wait. "Perfect," Brad said. "I'm buying the things I'll be wearing now. I'll meet him in the hotel lobby." The Pharmacy was large with a normal pharmacy to the left of the doors a medical side to the right. Brad turned right according to the instructions given by his friend Ron from the blog he often went to. He found the diaper aisle and the diapers that would fit him. There were milky white plastic panties identical to the ones he'd been put into as a child and they also matched the ones his uncle had surprised him with that first year in college. He got baby powder, wipes and diaper pins. He hurried to the cash register catching a cab back to his hotel. "Brad," the elderly man asked standing near the doors as Brad exited the cab. "I can take those if you like. I'm Mark." "Hi Mark. I'm a little nervous," Brad said turning the package of things over to him. "I was told not to bring a massage table," Mark said. "Right," Brad noted. "I would rather use the bed if that's okay?" "It is. If it's okay to ask and I'm doing so to make this better for you, is this an experience you want to try or relive?" Mark asked as they walked to the elevator. There was no one nearby. "You've got one, two or up to four hours." "It's an experience I want to relive," Brad said as they got into the elevator. "I'll explain in my room if that's okay?" "It is," Mark noted. Chapter Diaper Rubs They got to Brad's room and Brad nervously began to explain what he wanted. "I was a freshman and it was my first month of college. I was living with my aunt and uncle who had fixed a guest room into a room for me. They had waved my rent. My uncle did some kind of computer design bread boarding service in his basement for a company so he worked at home and his hours were his. I'd been a bed wetter as a young boy and my mother had forced me into diapers and plastic pants for it but I'd stopped in my early teens. I didn't know it at the time but my uncle knew about it and had seen me wearing diapers and baby pants on several occasions. I also didn't know it at the time but he found the notion of me in diapers and plastic pants as a teen a bit kinky and one day while I was doing homework he came to my room holding cloth diapers and plastic pants in his hand. Both were hanging open and he said all he wanted to do was put me into them, get me off and then I could go back to doing what I was doing. That, he said, was his price of my free rent, and of course my silence. I was my tee shirt and underpants doing homework, and I might have protested the whole thing right then and there but I couldn't. I had instantly gotten an erection so there was no use protesting my indignation because he already knew I'd been turned on. He diapered me, then massaged me till I climaxed and when I did, he just simply left me that way laying on my bed pinned into those diapers under the plastic panties and happily exhausted. It went on like that for nearly two years till I got my own place. I sort of stopped it after I went to work full time fearing I'd get caught. I guess I want to do that sort of thing again." "Do you want to strip down to your tee shirt and shorts?" Mark asked. "Yes," Brad said as he began taking his shirt off. Brad's shoes and socks followed, then his pants. While brand stripped Mark pulled the diapers from the bag along with the plastic panties and took them out of the packaging. He did the same to the diaper pins before peeling the protective patch from the baby powder. When he turned to Brad he took Brad's hand and pulled him to the diapers already open on the bed. Brad was tugged to the beds edge and gently coaxed down on the diapers. Mark pushed Brad by the shoulders to lay flat before he forced his legs apart. Mark was in his late forties but clearly fit and easily could overpower Brad if he wanted to as he grabbed the baby powder and twisted the top to align the holes. Powder began falling over Brad in tufts of white that reached his nose forcing his erection to harden even more than it was. The tug of the diaper was also forced as was the pinning that tightened the diaper around his waist and thighs but hung loose where he bent his legs. Mark fussed there kneading the material to form a better shaped "V." That sensation was overwhelming Brad's senses since Mark's knuckles sometimes gently touched his erection. Mark never let up as he pinned and unpinned Brad's diaper till he was satisfied that it was as snug as it could be and as thick as it should be. Mark had taken two of the diapers laying them together with another folded into thirds to force between Brad's legs which Mark also forced further apart. There was a huge amounts of cotton between Brad's legs when Mark was satisfied over his diapering. When he was satisfied he turned for the milky white baby pants and snapped them on one snap at a time in agonizing slowness. With Brad properly diaper he was flipped over onto his stomach and that's when Mark began his massage. Brad was positive he'd ejaculate instantly but each time he nearly did Mark would move away from that pleasure and off somewhere else till the sensations died off. It was driving Brad stark raving mad the more times he did it. Mark would knead the inside of his thighs moving closer to the soft middle of his diapers then his fingers would sneak just inside and briefly touch his testicles, but only slightly and then withdraw. He never spoke and was always massaging. As the second hour approached Mark whispered asking Brad if he was ready to end their session. Brad, exhausted began begging him to finish. Mark rolled him over on his back and began massaging his waist but while doing so moved onto his diaper. His thumbs were alongside Brad's erection and just touching either side when they closed like a warm soft clamp that slid from the bottom to his tip. Brad jerked against the pleasure of the first explosion, then the second and another he thinks was a third but blended so quickly he wasn't sure. Mark stopped when the second hour was up. "Was that what you were expecting?" Mark asked as Brad stood still wearing the three diapers and soft white baby pants. He had sat shakily, then stood with Mark's help to pay him the two hundred dollars Mark charged. Mark told Brad he could do that in as little as fifty if Brad was on a budget but Brad shook his head. That, Brad had noted in a whisper, was exactly what he'd wanted and more as his cheeks flushed with blood. It was exactly what his uncle did to him. Brad worked through his itinerary for the week with Mark. He was going to the Spread Eagle Ranch tomorrow, late morning, then again if that panned out late afternoon. That was Saturday, time wise it was fifteen minutes away. He was going to take in a show Sunday and then look over the brochures that same day for the rest of the week. "Yes, are you available Monday evening? Early," Brad asked. "Yes, Mark said pulling a day timer from a small bag and penciling him in. Brad wanted two hours again calling him Uncle Mark. Chapter Show Time Margret, like she did every morning, after confirming every evening sat at her company laptop to view the shows they had that day. She looked over the two shows they would be performing before lunch: The first was for a young man that wanted Bobby to appear as a young man with an angry mother performing his role in the Bed Wetter's Bed Room. This show was with Bobby dressed as a boy being dragged into his room by his mother to be put into a disposable diaper for the first time for several previous nights of bedwetting. According to the questionnaire there was lots of pleading not to be diapered by the boy while the mother forced him into the diaper. It was scheduled for thirty minutes. The second was scheduled for a full hour and would happen in the Sister's Bedroom. This was going to be Bobby coming in dressed as a boy again but getting caught going into his sister's panty drawer. Bobby was going to be caught by his mother, Margret again, who would force him out of his clothes and into his sister's things including the panties he was holding when she burst into the room. Depending on the time left after dressing Bobby would spend some of it playing with dolls. Margret was going to leave the decorations in both rooms alone including the pretty Sunset in the window since both clients were new. "Good afternoon. And welcome to the Spread Eagle Ranch," Sally said greeting Brad as he entered the front doors. "How may I direct your visit today?" Brad moved the few steps it took to arrive at the lobby desk that Sally occupied. She was gorgeous. "I'm attending a show. Brad. I have an eleven o'clock appointment for the theater's Boy's Room?" Sally typed in the particulars including Bobby's name, and after a very brief pause typed something in and as she looked up another girl, this one just as pretty, appeared alongside Brad. "Hi," Brad said slightly startled. "If you'd like to come with me, I'll show you to your seat. I'm Mandy," Mandy said using her hand to gesture Brad's attention to the elevator. "Brad," Brad said as butterflies formed. Mandy pressed the elevator key and there was a ding almost instantly as the doors opened. Inside Mandy pressed B2. The ride down took less than a minute that preceded another ding and the doors opened. Brad was ushered into a large corridor with brass stanchions and red velvet ropes. There were six doors with a large Marquee above that looked like a scaled down version of a theater reading SM Theater Productions. Beside each door was a brass frame with stills of each room under glass. "This is Brad to see a production in the Boys Room," Mandy said turning Brad over to another girl dressed like an 1930's usher complete with a flashlight and cap. She was standing at a podium and took a second to confirm Brad's appointment. "Welcome Brad. I'm Tracy," Tracy said extending her hand as Mandy stepped back into the elevator. Brad took Tracy's hand as the elevator doors closed with a ding. Mandy was gone. Brad was walked the few feet to the Boy's Room where Tracy opened the door and invited Brad in. The room was brightly lit and to the right was a soda dispenser with Coke, Pepsi, Sprite and Seven up above the spigots. There was cups and ice. Next to that was a popcorn machine that Tracy activated. Set in the center was a huge reclining chair set upright with side tables near each arm and five feet in front was a 60 inch screen showing the inside of a boy's bedroom. To the left of the chair were controls for the music Tracy noted. "Fire exits are out and to the right. When I leave, the door can only be opened by you. It is sound proof. If at any time you wish to modify the action or change the activity there is a communications button. You may direct the action from that button or allow it to go unchanged. As requested, We've included your accessories. Would you like a companion," Tracy asked. "There is a small restroom through that door." "Companion? Oh, no. No thank you," Brad said noticing the disposable diaper and baby powder next to baby wipes sitting on the counter for the first time. He noticed the pacifier last. His heart was now beating hard enough to be heard he thought. "There are hangers in that closet. You may ring for help if you like, otherwise you're on your own. The countdown clock is above the monitor," Tracy noted. "Enjoy your show Brad." "Thank you," Brad said. Tracy left pulling the door closed till it latched. When Brad had filled out the questionnaire he had requested a disposable diaper to wear along with a pacifier to suck on as accessories. He was told he could either wear the diaper under his clothes out of there or toss it the can for that use in the bathroom when the email came back confirming his reservation and particulars. It was the same with the baby's pacifier. The countdown clock showed he had four minutes and thirty five seconds till show time. The show clock read thirty minutes. Brad began to undress and hang his clothes. His hands were shaking. On the other side of the room Bobby was just coming out of makeup and moved quickly to the door by the Boy's Room. He was going to be crying when Margret dragged him in through the door. She would be holding a disposable diaper in one hand, his arm in the other. Bobby needed tears. The clock showed three minutes. Bobby had learned two techniques for tears, the first, if he didn't need a lot of tears, or just a sad face was to close his eyes and gently rubbed him just before his performance. Or if he needed a little more he kept his eyes open without blinking almost till they became irritated and began to water. If he needed lots of tears he did what Margret called a tear stick. The Tear stick was a menthol stick that she gently rubbed under his eyes. It worked almost immediately as the menthol began irritating them. He let the tears flow as the clock read two minutes. Margret stood alongside with him as the one minute mark came up. Bobby hung his head. "Ready?" Margret asked. "All set," Bobby noted as they took up their positions. Tears were beginning to run down his cheeks. Brad had sat in just his diaper nursing his pacifier. The smell of popcorn had driven him to fill a bag and put it on the table to this left side with a coke. He was sitting in the chair as the clock counted down from thirty seconds. His erection was almost painful under the thick disposable. The clock hit zero. The door burst open. "Mother please, I promise, I can stop," Bobby pleaded as the door swung open. Margret forced Bobby into the room holding onto him by his upper arm while holding onto a folded disposable diaper with her other hand. "We've been through this already. I told you last night was your last night. Tonight you sleep in a diaper just like a baby," Margret yelled shoving Bobby towards the bed as she tossed the diaper down near the edge of it. "Now take those clothes off baby so I can put you into your diaper." Brad felt his throat constricting. He had laid his hand on the disposable but had jumped the moment Bobby and Margret had burst into the room. His heart, beating fast enough that it scared him, made him think he was going to have a heart attack. It was just like that, he mused. "I said get those things off," Margret said pushing Bobby onto his back as she started pulling his shoes and socks off. Bobby covered his belt as she did his shoes but it was to no avail and his nose was beginning to run as he cried. She forced his hands from his belt to undo it as she slapped them away. "You're going to get spanked in about another minute if you don't do as I say." Brad pressed down on his disposable diaper and moaned softly as he watched intently the scene unfolding in front of him. He felt like he was in the room standing at the head of the bed. That was him, but he was watching it as well. It was so overwhelming as Margret pulled Bobby's jeans off and let them drop to the floor. She did the same to the shorts. "You want to wet your bed like a damn baby so be it, you can wear a nice thick diaper just like babies do. That's why babies are put into diapers! You know that right? Babies can't help themselves and neither can you little baby," Margret said opening the thick disposable she'd taken up. Brad caressed his own diaper. It was identical to the diaper Margret was now unfolding for Bobby. On Margret's blouse was a small microphone that went through its own amplified channel so it picked up the diapers crinkling more. It was incredibly loud through the stereo speakers in the small room as Brad's own diaper crinkled. It was the most incredibly experience Brad had the pleasure of actually living though for the first time without actually living through it. Ron had been right as Brad watch the woman force the diaper under Bobby's half naked body. Bobby withered and cried and tried pushing on her hands to keep the diaper off, but she slapped his thigh. She slapped again till he lifted himself while she forced his legs even further apart by sliding her own kneeling legs between them. "How does that feel baby," Margret yelled bringing the diaper between Bobby's legs and taping the diaper closed. "Do you feel like a cute little baby now? Look how cute you look! So cute in your diaper. Maybe mommy will diaper you sooner and start giving you baby food for dinner and perhaps even a baby's bottle. Would you like that? Would you like to nurse a baby bottle? Would you like to suck on a soft rubber nipple like a baby does. I'll bet you would like that." It sounded so much like his step mother," Brad realized as he exploded into his diaper. He hadn't even realized he'd been rubbing it as hard as he had but he had. He'd pushed his legs straight out stiffly, firmly till they'd locked as he ejaculated. It was the most powerful ejaculation he's experienced in months, maybe years. Second only to the one he'd had last night with Mark. What a vacation he mused as he fell back into his chair - completely spent. This too he was going to do again before he flew back to Langley. "Now come on baby and let's go brush your teeth before bed time," Margret said pulling Bobby up by the hands. Bobby rose wearing his diaper and walked out with Margret. The clock had just struck zero on the performance countdown. There was an automated voice that suggested softly to the client they had five minutes to exit the booth. Brad went to the bathroom, removed the soiled diaper, went potty, washed his face and dressed. He was weak kneed as he turned the lights on to exit the room. "Did you enjoy the show?" Tracy asked. "Very much so," Brad said with a blush to his cheeks. "Would you like to fill out a card," Tracy asked as Brad came to the small desk. Bred looked at the card and took the pen but didn't do any of the questions. Instead he simply wrote in big letters BROVO! across the front. Tracy smiled and pressed the button at the elevator. "I'll be back," Brad said. He sounded like the Terminator but he felt wonderful. Meanwhile Bobby was in the stall in the bathroom of the changing room rubbing himself to climax. He wasn't about to waste a good diaper he mused as he slowly rubbed the silky feel of the plastic over his own erection. Chapter Impossible As much as Rick hated facial hair he needed the beard for the Las Vega Pioneer Days parade. It was an all hands participation according to his boss, the principle, which featured his schools covered wagon parade entry. The alternative, if you didn't walk with the wagon, was to push the poop carts at the end of the parade picking up horse dung. Rick opted for the beard and suspenders while Helen would wear the long dress and petticoats. That's why he was more or less in disguise in the parking lot of Spread Eagle Ranch when Brad the Badger was getting into the cab. "Jesus! How the hell did he find us," Rick whispered with a real gut fear gripping him. "Impossible," Elisabeth said when Rick called her on his cell. "I'm telling you I worked with the guy for nearly five years. I know him," Rick said. Elisabeth called her Private Investigator who met Rick at his car, who then identified Brad for him, AKA Badger. The investigator promised to take it from there after they went to a nearby restaurant to exchange information. Elisabeth agreed that there was no such thing as coincidences but she was also curious about the visit that Brad had made and simply asked Rick to relax and stay home but on alert. If they had found them she was positive they would have taken him already. Meanwhile The family had been gathered up and put into a secure location under heavy guard. "Rick, I don't know the masseur directly but I know the company. I've used them here on occasion. This guy Brad is literally here on vacation and he's some kind of a diaper lover. My investigator paid it out of this guy Mark. Goes back to Brad's college days and an uncle. Read the report. it's legit. Same with his visit here. He was a childhood bed wetter," Elisabeth said. "I can't believe this," Rick said. "It's impossible!" "I know, but I've got a software hacker doing the board that he plays on. The transcripts are all there. He's been exchanging information with some guy named Ron, code named diaperpins452 that told him about the massage company "For Pleasure Or Pain" and my own place for the theaters. It's all here in black and white. Way too elaborate to be a setup," Elisabeth said. "You can hack onto that site easier than I can if you like." "I'll be damned," Rick said looking at the pictures Brad posted on line at the web site for diaper lovers. "And he was doing this the whole time he's been hunting me and my family." "I know right," Elisabeth said. "You could have shut him down in an instant with just those photos." "So what should I do with this?" Rick asked shaking his head. "Leave it alone," Elisabeth said. "Besides, he's booked your son again. This time in the nursery." "No kidding? Which reminds me? How is Bobby working out?" Rick asked smiling. "Are you kidding," Elisabeth said. "He's a natural. Seriously, I've got him booked solid for the next thirty days. He's got clients coming back all over the place including your spy Badger. I'm serious, he's in diapers and little girl dresses more times than if he was cross dressing or getting into diapers on purpose. Worse than you were." "Not sure how to take that," Rick said laughing nerviously. "He's making a fortune by the way. Now hush and go play with your wife Helen and relax," Elisabeth said. "Do you need a couple of diapers to go?" "No thank you, I've got some," Rick said feeling himself responding to the notion. He didn't look very cute with a beard but he felt cute in his diapers. Chapter You Were Right Meanwhile... Brad, with relaxed satisfaction, was happily watching Mark change him out of his cloth diapers for the thick disposable diapers used by the Spread Eagle Ranch. It was his third diapering for that night and the second time he'd gotten off. Brad was almost positive Mark could bring him to climax a third time but he was actually exhausted and starved. Mark, finished, was paid and jotted down Wednesday before leaving. Brad ordered a hamburger and fries with a vanilla shake from room service before sitting down in just his disposable diaper to play a little on the site. He went into the chat room and found his friend Ron AKA Diaperpin452 and typed "Hello." "Hey... you still in Vegas?" "Yes! I need to get back to work so I can rest LOL! Man do I owe you big time." Brad typed as AKA MommyNo. "Everything you've said... Everything you described... Spot on... In my hotel room, as we speak, in my diaper and waiting for a burger... I'm exhausted. Thanks for the heads up." "How long you there till," AKA Diaperpin452 typed. "Leaving Friday, AKA MommyNo typed. Just as the door knocked. It was room service. "Got to go, burgers here, need my robe, I'm in just a diaper." On Friday Brad boarded the plane exhausted, ordering a blanket and pillow immediately and as soon as the flight attendant brought it he went to sleep. He didn't wake till he was nudged right before landing at Washington Dulles International Airport again. He used the weekend to organize his new toys and play in his diapers. On Monday he settled in at work looking for a Russian asset. Brad thanked his boss for the upgrade. Chapter Pies Galore Bobby was clever, but Tammy was no slouch either when it came to puzzles. She was Bobby's intellectual equal right from the start that night he sat for a piece of pie and scope of ice cream. He'd seen the restaurant a few times driving to and from work promising himself he'd stop one day and finally did. Bobby was looking at the menu and quoted something clever and she fired something just as clever back, and that's how it started. Over the span of weeks they exchanged bits and pieces of each other's lives and came to know each other. She was in her third year of college and was his equal on nearly every subject that Bobby talked about. They became fast friends in the weeks following that first late night visit. When it came time to tell Tammy where he worked it was like pulling teeth and the less said the more curious she got. All Bobby would give her was that he organized the theatrical plays for the Spread Eagle Ranch. Beyond that he refused any other detail. Tammy knew about the Ranch, everyone did in those parts but Bobby refused to go any further. Which of course prompted Tammy to fill in all the blanks on her own. Challenge accepted she mused one evening. Tammy found the Spread Eagle Ranch Theatrical part of the web site and digging further the offerings. She went through the listings, suggestions and pricing and how to put together a session and experimentally did. When she started playing through the scenarios and who she might like to play the parts things took a turn. It was when she began to identify the players and their profiles which came with photos of the players that she finally "found" Bobby. When Bobby's photo came up she went there and from there she went silent. Tammy sat there open mouthed. It took only a few seconds to discover what happened in those theatrical sections and what parts Bobby actually played. Her further shock came when she discovered he really was an actor of sorts and did fantasy plays for clients. Clients clearly who had issues who might want to relive those issues. It took a while for her to discover it was more fetish orientated than issue orientated. Ironically instead of being turned off by the information and Bobby's costuming she became even more interesting. Tammy used an on-screen snipping tool of Bobby in diapers and dressed as a little girl, and through that booking process found a session that excited her. Tammy was not that naive and knew that Bobby's femininity was mostly contrived but she wanted to see more of it. She'd grown attracted to the girlish man and was quickly becoming a fan without seeing any of his work real time. That's when she decided to change that. "This is interesting," Margret said showing Bobby the sheet the day before Tammy's appointment. "What that's?" Bobby asked as he sat at the vanity as he finished putting foundation on. It was for a scene in the studio's Girl's Bedroom Set. Bobby was going to run into the room in just makeup and lingerie, supposedly wearing his sister's panties and bra. He was rushing back into the bed room after having been in the bathroom using his sister's makeup when she arrived home unexpectedly. According to the script Bobby was going to hide in the closet and be discovered there. Linda, playing the role of the sister, was going to be the one to discover him and make him dress up fully as a girl then play with her dolls as punishment. He had another thirty minutes to finish him makeup and be ready. "Well, first of all our client in this one is a woman," Margret said. "Really," Bobby said. "What's she want?" "She wants to relive watching her brother, a sometimes bed wetter who often slept in a disposable diaper at night, come into her bedroom while she was often away put on her clothes. He often did so still in his diaper," Margret said. "I guess she used a nanny cam on him." "Anything else?" Bobby asked. "Nope, just that she wants you, as her brother, to come into the girl's room wearing a disposable diaper and dress like a little girl in one of her party dresses, then pose in front of the mirror," Margret said. "Oh, it says here in emphasis that she would like the poses to be convincingly feminine if possible." "So I'm not coming into her room in just makeup and lingerie?" Bobby asked. "Apparently not," Margret said. "I can do that," Bobby said. "That's what I wrote back to her when I confirmed her changes," Margret said. "And she's paying extra for a disk." "Awesome," Bobby said. Days later... "Hey," Bobby said coming into Pies Galore and sitting down. "What's going on tonight?" "Not too much and you?" Tammy asked coming over with a fresh poured cup of coffee. She smiled down at him as he looked over the list of fresh pies. Bobby was a whole new person to her thinking back on the evening she'd had watching Bobby perform. Tammy had taken the recliner after getting a bag of popcorn and pouring a soda. She wasn't sure what to expect watching the countdown clock but when he hit 0:00 she was pleasantly shocked to see Bobby come in wearing just the white puffy cloud disposable diaper. It made her gasp. He was adorable looking in just a diaper. Bobby carefully closed the door and went right to the closet and immediately lifted a bouffant slip on a hanger from the closet rod. He was delicate in removing the lacy straps before laying the hanger on the bed. He was just as careful gathering the slip in just the way she would before putting herself into it. Once it had fallen over his diaper he went to the mirror to caress and admire himself in it. Tammy found herself aroused over Bobby's own arousal. After a time fondling himself and caressing the slip from bodice to the hem's edge he put on the strap shoes. With shoes on he went back to the closet for his first dress. Like the slip he was careful getting into it and extremely feminine in showcasing himself in front of the mirror. He did several perfect curtsies, turns, circles and then graciously walked back and forth all in front of the mirror. He bent posed, swirled and daintily lifted the sides with one hand while smiling and looking shy as if doing so in front of someone. It was exciting to watch. The makeup bench was used for additional poses with leg crossing, and those ended in a perfect set when the clock reached zero. Tammy was emotionally drained when she rode the elevator up to the main floor and drove off for work that night. Even one of her friends had asked what had happened since she looked like "the cat that swallowed the canary." She had watched the DVD several times since then with her vibrator. "So how was your day?" Tammy asked when Bobby came in for his pie. "Same old stuff, different day," Bobby said. "I know what you mean," Tammy said. "Pie?" "Of course! Peach with a scoop of vanilla," Bobby said, "please." "Coming up," Tammy said nervously as she turned with her order book and the coffee pot. She had spent a small fortune on Bobby's things and there was no way she was going to waste any of it. She stopped, paused a moment and turned. "Hey, I do a mean Hibachi chicken!" "Oh wow, I would love something homemade," Bobby said. "When?" "Would this Friday look okay?" Tammy asked. "It does," Bobby said. He would have to block the appointment calendar on the application as soon as possible. "My place, five, if that's okay?" Tammy asked. "I can give you directions." "Works for me," Bobby said. Tammy nearly skipped back to the counter. Bobby knocked on the apartment door and was greeted by Tammy in a yellow strapped sundress. It struck him with familiar pangs but with Spring in full swing there were bound to be coincidences to a lot of the dresses Margret filled the closets with. The only difference was his had been more a little girl's version and of course went over a very full petticoat. Yet there were the strapped shoes as well. Few girls wore shoes with t- straps like the one Tammy was wearing. Bobby wore those exact same shoes with the dress he'd worn not a week ago. His too were a bright yellow and while the toe had been more rounded they could have been the little sister version to those. Bobby nervously entered and began taking his jacket off at Tammy's request. "Hibachi chicken over rice," Tammy said. "You can put your coat on my bed if you like." "Great. That dish smells wonderful," Bobby said as he walked down the hall. "Second door on the left. The other one is the bathroom," Tammy said. "Found it," Bobby said turning into the open doorway. He was about to put the jacket on the bed but froze. The apartment obviously had two bathrooms. The one he'd passed walking down the hall and the other in the master bedroom. The door was open to the bathroom and there on toilet was an unopened package of disposable diapers. They were identical to the ones he wore at the Ranch. On the lid of the toilet was baby lotion and powder. "Find it," Tammy yelled from the front of the apartment. "I did," Bobby yelled back in a sudden panic. He nervously rushed back for the bedroom door and living room but as he did so passed the second bedroom and noticed the dress, slip and shoes. Not the slip right away, but the dress immediately. It was hanging on the closet door pulled partially open. It was identical to the one he had worn just a few days ago. Too much of a coincidence to ignore. A satiny little party dress of chiffon and satin and hanging under it, on its own hanger that very same bouffant slip. What confirmed that it was the very same outfit or one nearly identical to the same that he wore the other day were the shoes. Soft pastel yellow strapped shoes sitting neatly arrayed below the dress and slip. "What the hell?" he mused under his breath reaching the living room. "Hungry?" Tammy asked coming in from the patio door with a tray of chicken. "Here, put this on the table and I'll get the rice." It struck him like a lightning bolt as he moved to the kitchen table with the food. Tammy followed with a bottle of wine then she too sat. They began the routine of preparing their plates with rice and chicken. "That was you," Bobby said smiling suddenly. "Can you hold that thought?" Tammy asked moving to the TV and pushing the on button. The logo of the Spread Eagle Ranch was on the screen meaning the DVD was already in the player and being paused. Tammy hit play and the DVD began showing Bobby coming into the girl's room in his disposable diaper. It all came together, or at least most of it did. "Do you even have a brother?" Bobby asked. "Only child," Tammy said. "So why the diapers? I would have thought panties with that dress," Bobby said sounding braver than he felt. He liked Tammy a lot and this was the first time he faced someone that wasn't part of the scene as it were. "When I was going through your images on the web site and saw you in that disposable diaper, the one of you standing next to that crib I just knew I had to see that image again. Ergo, a bed wetting brother," Tammy said. "You actually paid to see me perform," Bobby said. "I did," Tammy said as she got up and went to the kitchen counter and stood in front of her purse. She opened it and removed her wallet, coming back to the kitchen table to sit. She took a second to remove three $100 dollar bills that she counted between them on the table. "What's that for?" Bobby asked. "After our desert, I'd like another performance. Here! Same as the one you gave me on Monday. "You want me to perform for you," Bobby said smiling awkwardly. "Exactly as you did. Diaper, slip, dress and those cute strap shoes then some adorable girlish moves," Tammy said. "Right here in the living room. Maybe between a couple glasses of wine? I have another $100 dollar bill if you put on a baby doll top with that diaper, and lay next to me in my bed? I bought a baby's bottle and some juice or milk if you prefer?" "Is that an invitation for a sleep over?" Bobby asked. "It could be," Tammy answered. "On what?" Bobby asked. "Well, that's a new package of disposable diapers in my bathroom, so if you accept my invitation for a sleep over I'm afraid there is going to be more than one diaper change. Are you okay with that?" Tammy asked. "Can I have more than one piece of pie?" Bobby asked. "with ice cream?" "All you can eat," Tammy answered. "Then you may diaper me on the hour if that turns you on," Bobby said. "Oh, and since I'm getting pie and ice cream free, I'll wave my usual performance fees." "Deal," Tammy said. "More chicken?" "Please," Bobby said. Tammy served and Bobby pretended he was interested in completing that serving but it was clear neither wanted to finish their meal. Tammy had sat back down and began eating again but this time taking only small bites in her fork and her eyes never left Bobby's. It was the same with Bobby. "This is silly," Tammy said. "We can snack later." "I agree!" Chapter The Baby's Room "Can I help you," the young man from Build-A-Rama asked coming over to Tammy and Bobby. Bobby was leaning against the shopping cart as Tammy compared color swatches to the large pair of ruffled panties she held. Bobby's face went crimson the moment she'd pulled them from the bag. She wanted the same color pink for the walls as the ruffles. "I'm trying to match a pink to these panty ruffles," Tammy said. "It's for the walls of a baby's room." "I can scan those, using the Color Muse. It's our handheld color scanner. Does a pretty good job of color matching mixes to most popular brands. Wow, those are pretty big," the young man said when Tammy opened the folded panties up as she handed them over. Tammy did it on purpose both to embarrass Bobby and the boy who was now holding the plastic lined ruffled panties. Bobby gave Tammy that look. The boy was more than happy to hand them back as a strip of paper came off the register with the mix code. "We need a gallon," Tammy said. "Are we painting just your walls or the crib too?" "Just the walls dear," Bobby said with a touch of sarcasm. He knew she knew that. She was only asking it for more embarrassment. "You said you wanted my crib in white to match the dresser. Remember?" "That's right. We'll need just a gallon," Tammy said watching the young man grab a gallon of white and carry it to the mixing shelf. She gave Bobby a slight grin. Bobby shook his head wishing he could adjust his erection which was now sliding at an angle within the diaper he wore. He was going to have to make love to her when they got home first thing. Even before the morning chores. She was driving him mad since moving in and most of it from his spare room that was becoming his Baby Room that room had become her pet project. Bobby thought back to that first night with her at her place, and how worried he'd been that he might scare her off over what he did. How funny that was. He couldn't have been so wrong. She had purchased an entire outfit for him to wear that night nearly identical to one he wore to perform for her. He hadn't realized he'd performed for her till she played the DVD that she purchased as an option. She had even purchased a package of disposables for the evening. He hadn't realized till morning and four or five diapers later how far off he'd been in his estimations of who Tammy was and where their relationship might go. It started just after he'd finished his second helping of chicken but before desert. They never really got to that second helping nor did they get to clean the table when she suddenly took his hand and walked him to the bedroom. "Wouldn't you rather clean up first?" Bobby asked nervously as Tammy began undoing his pants before kneeling to remove his shoes and socks. The real irony of it all was before that night he had never been in a diaper or dress outside of a performance and never in the context of a life style. His emotions about that were running rampant. "We will, I just want to see you in a diaper first," Tammy said pulling his shoes and socks free before his pants and shorts. "Oh," Bobby had said standing there mute after that. He lost his shirt and then went back over a bath towel to be powdered after she'd opened his first disposable diaper. She had made him stand there naked as she opened it. Remarkably of all the diapers he'd worn he was surprised at how excided he actually was over that one. She pushed him back, spread his legs and climbed on the bed to kneel between them, even gently pressing his penis flat before laying the disposable over it. He was tapped into the thick disposable and patted lovingly before she helped him back up. He thought for sure they were going to have sex but they didn't. Instead she helped him out of his top and then walked him back to the kitchen holding his hand to finish cleaning the kitchen before she fed him his pie and ice cream in just his diaper. Back in her bedroom she made him stand by her vanity till she returned with that slip, dress and shoes to help him into them. It wasn't until he was dressed that she laid him back on the bed again carefully adjusting his skirts and slips before lifting the layers till she could un-tape the diaper. He could only see her from her breast down because of the slips and skirt, but he could feel her mounting him. All the sensations swept him into a swift state of bliss when she paused a moment before rising again. She started an undulating movement that caused him to push himself against her in a forced arch that he happily held till he began to ejaculate explosively. Bobby ejaculated again right there in the middle of Build-A-Rama store. "Hey," Tammy whispered close to his ear. "Sissy baby? Where are you? Here, hold your panties for me." "What?" Bobby said as his release passed. "Where were you just then," Tammy said handing Bobby the bag with his ruffled baby pants in them. "Sorry, I was back at that first night in your apartment, on your bed. You had just brought me to climax, thank you very much," Bobby whispered as Tammy put the can of paint in the cart. "Did you just get off?" Tammy whispered. "It was an accident," Bobby whispered back licking his lips. The clerk watched them walk off thankful he was behind the counter at the moment. He was positive those ruffled panties would clearly fit that guy and did. He was also pretty sure he and that guy were the same size. God that woman was hot, he mused. "You got off so quickly that first time," Tammy said patting Bobby's diapered bottom over his jogging pant as they moved through the Build-A- Rama Aisle for the paint brushes and tape. Bobby remembered. She had put him into a fresh diaper, tugged his slip and dresses back down then made him perform his girlish moves for her as she lay comfortably on her bed watching. She had been as good as her word because within the hour they were in the shower lovingly scrubbing each other clean before another session of love making. To his delight and hers he was to discover she loved the act of diapering him and did before dressing him in the baby doll set which is how he went to bed together. It was a routine Bobby said he could easily get use which Tammy acknowledged was something she could easily enjoy as well. Tammy had gotten him off that second time rubbing him over his diaper while they made out. They were just laying there and she simply began rubbing him as they began kissing. He'd expected her to undo his diaper but she didn't. She told him after there was something about the crinkling that turned her on and she couldn't stop. Bobby had noted that a lot of people had mentioned that over time and he too was beginning to enjoy the sound. That third time for a fresh diaper was during the night. He wasn't even sure of the time when she woke him but it was with her hand in his diaper gently fondling him. After making love yet again she tapped his diaper closed and made him wet it when he attempted to get up to go potty. She'd put her hand on his chest telling him just to wet and he did with her resting her palm over the diapers front. It had felt so odd laying there feeling the warmth spread the way it did. She used baby wipes, more powder and he went back to sleep in his forth diaper. Hours later they had breakfast in his fifth diaper after making love in the late morning just before eggs, bacon and toast. Tammy, Bobby discovered, was not faint of heart when it came to alternate life styles or fetishes and later that second day she boldly kissed him on his way out to work. It was after a day shopping for a couple of pair of adult size baby pants at a fetish store she'd found on the Internet. It would become their go to place for play things. That was where they'd gotten Bobby's adorable plastic lined panties that the girl was now smiling over when she opened the bag. You could see it on that girl's face Tammy happily noted. As did Bobby who wanted desperately to be out of there. Clearly those panties were definitely not something you could purchase from Build-A-Rama. And most definitely, in spite of the large size, not intended for adults. It wasn't too long after that Tammy moved into Bobby's place and right after moving in she began a crusade to convert Bobby's spare bedroom into his "baby room." "That was awkward," Bobby said getting into the car. "I'm so horny right now," Tammy said reaching over to chance a rub over Bobby's lap. "We are suppose to be working on the room today," Bobby said. "Oh for heaven's sake. I mean how long do you think it will take me to get you to soil your diaper," Tammy said snickering as she began aggressively rub the rip stop nylon of his jobbing pants over the panties that covered his diaper. "You're going to cause an accident and I'm not talking about in my pants," Bobby said snickering as he backed the car out of the parking slot. They returned to Bobby's house to paint the room now designated Bobby's Baby Room as they added the new supplies to the makeshift table set up in the middle on saw horses. The new changing table and Bobby's crib would be assembled later when the painting was done. Tammy took his hand and walked him to the bedroom now shared and began to undress him. "So much for painting," Bobby said as Tammy began to pull his jogging pants down to expose the silk panties he wore over his disposable. The diaper he wore out most times was a little thinner than the thick white diaper Tammy liked to keep him in at night and he could only wet in it once which he hadn't done yet. "Exactly right baby," Tammy said helping Bobby step out of his tennis shoes and pants before pushing him to the bed. Tammy had already slipped out of her flats and let her own jeans fall to the floor before slipping her panties down. Bobby and just laid back when Tammy bent slightly to undo his diaper allowing his erection to spring free. She leaned forward to the nightstand and grabbed his pacifier to tease that into his mouth with her right as her left circled his tip to moisten it. She maneuvered him in and captured the rest with a slow undulating wiggle while Bobby happily wet his pacifier. He wasn't sure he could last as Tammy began what Bobby called her slow ocean swell. He thought of everything but sex and his baby stuff to give her as much time as he could. Her first shiver started while he was licking the end of his rubber nipple and a second happened when he couldn't help himself and thought of her breast. His own arched formed when it was too late to do anything but grip the edges of his open diaper and suck on the nipple of his pacifier. She collapsed when he did. Bobby wore nothing else but a fresh diaper and Tammy her vintage granny panties and satin bra that she favored when they began painting the pastel pink over the white walls of Bobby's Baby Room. Chapter Badger's Going Away Jack Bold smiled as Brad Steven's, AKA Badger, laughed over the going away gift he'd just been given. His one and only failure if not finding Bud Anderson could be considered a failure since it was deemed Bud Anderson must have died at some point. There was no way their system could have been defeated, ergo, he'd passed away. Still, the symbolic smile of the mounted Cheshire Cat without the body from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland said it all. "I get it," Brad said taking Jack's hand and shaking it. "Hoped you would. I really am going to miss you Badger," Jack said. "Hell of a coder. Sure I can't talk you into staying with us for a couple more years?" "Nope! I'm going to play a little and for more money. Game code, that's where the money is," Brad said. Which of course was only half of it. Writing code for games in Los Vegas was big business and paid very well but Brad wasn't moving there for just the money. Ron too was moving to Los Vegas after having met Brad that third year he vacationed there. That physical meeting was a nervous encounter since neither had ever gone past their on line meeting rooms and fantasy talk. Although just before they met there they shared pictures and fantasies. There were even a couple of over the air meeting with video conference software. Those got less awkward and further experimentation thawed that awkwardness even more. Their first joint vacation came a year after that and by the time Daddy Mark was brought into the picture to do joint massages and diaper changes the barriers were down completely. "So you're really going to do this?" Jack asked cutting into a piece of Brad's going away cake. "Different life," Brad answered truthfully. He was thinking of Ron who already had their place in Vegas and was setting up housekeeping. Chapter Cinderella's Cat Lucifer Rick too was thinking about a cat. In Rick's case it was a black cat named Lucifer in his sister's favorite story Cinderella. In Cinderella, Lucifer was Lady Tremaine's black cat, born with a sneaky somewhat wicked personality, and Rick always equated the cat with their gangster stepfather Mack back when Rick was a child. As Rick remembered him he even looked like that cartoon cat a little which brought his sister to tears from laughing so hard. They were at the bar reminiscing a little, quietly, covertly and just out of earshot over those days. It was Halloween and Rick was once again Cinderella in a lavish dark blue satin gown that flowed generously over long soft organdy petticoats covering satin pettipants. Helen was his Fairy Godmother in a white flowing gown over her own generous petticoats wearing the same style pettipants. They were going to frolic together later that night wearing just their pettipants Rick promised to Helen's delight. Their two girls were in pastel yellow and light green gowns representing the two step sisters Drizella and Anastasia while Rick's sister Elisabeth was in a very deep magenta satin gown as none other than Lady Tremaine, the wicked step mother. They were a beautiful group walking down the street. Chapter Through The Looking Glass From the other direction... Bobby was being led by Tammy who was dressed as the White Queen in the story Alice in Wonderland to Bobby's version of a baby Alice. Actually to the amusement of those daring to ask, and according to Tammy, it really was Baby Alice, and she could prove it. She could prove it because according to Tammy she was officially the Mommy White Queen. Under Bobby's extremely full blue satin skirt and petticoats were ruffled tights, baby pants and pinned thickly between his legs was a way too thick set of diapers. Diapers already confirmed to the great joy of several women who were granted permission to actually check just because they asked. Halloween, Tammy mused, was a wonderful time of the year and even Bobby, after his fourth of fifth molestation right there on the sidewalks of Vegas, had to admit it had its moments. Although that last women, not being an actual woman, was a little unnerving when Bobby discovered the man's girdle was actually being used as a gaff after his whispered "Hello." "As interesting as those encounters are, I think we'll keep them to a minimum," Bobby said as he and Tammy made their way towards the group now nearing them. "I am sorry about that. She... I mean he really did look like a woman," Tammy said. "True. Even I was fooled," Bobby said shivering. "Till that last minute and his confession. Thank you very much." "Are you suppose to be Alice honey," the woman asked. It was obvious why she was interested since she and the woman with her were dressed identical to Tweedledum and Tweedledee. "Yes," Tammy jumped in hoping to protect Bobby this time. "So if he's Alice how come he's not wearing a wig?" a slightly inebriated Twiddle something character asked. "That's an excellent question," the other one noted with a slight wobble of her own. Tammy couldn't resist. "He was going to be Superman and I was going to be Alice but yesterday when I was working I found out he was home trying on my clothes. In fact, I caught him in this dress. So I decided he would be dressed as Alice tonight. Since he's not a girl but a silly little sissy boy we didn't have time for wigs." "My goodness," the woman said clutching her chest in a mild state of shock. "And you let her do this to you young man?" the other asked. "I didn't have any choice," Bobby chimed in. "If I didn't let her she was going to tell everyone where I work about my bed wetting and the fact I sleep in diapers at night." "Oh my stars," the first woman said in further surprise. "You wet the bed? And wear diapers? At your age?" "I'm afraid so," Bobby said. "Show her your diapers Alice," Tammy said. "Yes ma'am," Bobby answered as he lifted his dress and slips to expose is huge mass of diapers, baby pants under his ruffled tights. "Well for heaven's sake," the sister said. "He's been like that for years," Tammy said. "Put your dress down Alice and let's go. And while you're in diapers tonight, it's not ma'am, but mommy." "Yes mommy," Bobby said fighting not to laugh as the two twins began walking quickly in the opposite direction. "Do you think that will stay in Vegas?" Bobby asked. "Not a chance," Tammy said. "Are you horney enough to go home yet?" Bobby asked. "Because I sure am." "The answer is yes, but we promised your dad and mom, and not to mention your boss that we'd find them and hang for a while. Besides, everyone is going back to the Spread Eagle Ranch." They saw the group then. It was a sea of slips Elisabeth cautioned as they stopped to hug forcing people to walk around the mass of dresses and petticoats. An hour later they were being transported back to the Spread Eagle Ranch. The giant patio was jumping when the cab was allowed to follow the line of candles marking the road for drop offs. Tammy and Bobby estimated three maybe four hundred people down by the lake and along the catering path where the food was being served where they began walking. Security was tight if all the guards dressed in various states of armor were security because Bobby wasn't sure. He did finally see Elisabeth and his dad again, then his mom Helen, and she him from the stage area. "How did you see me from that far away?" Bobby asked of his boss Elisabeth. "I've had watchmen looking for a sissy boy dressed as a little girl Alice In Wonderland," Elisabeth said. "They spotted you the instant you stepped out of the cab. That's such a cute outfit." "That's on her," Bobby said nodding at Tammy. "I know. Well done Tammy," Elisabeth said. "Leaving the wig off was brilliant idea." "I liked that too," Tammy said. "The families at a table by the pier," Elisabeth said pointing South near where a fair sized boat was taking people back and forth on the lake to the island in the middle. Bobby saw his family then. "I see them. Come on let's go say hi to my two mom's," Bobby said when he saw his dad and mom. "Two mom's," Tammy laughed. "Where?" "Cinderella and her fairy Godmother," Bobby said. "The one standing with the two wicked looking step sisters?" "I can't believe how much this runs in the family," Tammy said. "How about the other part?" "I'm afraid to ask," Bobby said as Tammy patted his bottom. Bobby said that walking up and hugging Rick his father and then his sisters and mom. Tammy too hugged everyone. Elisabeth joined them then as the caterers began lighting steel pots filled with wood against the growing chill. Other caterers were walking around with marshmallows on long wooden sticks and trays of s'mores. Rick suddenly stiffened. No one really noticed the action except Elisabeth "What is it?" Elisabeth asked. No one else caught the motion or really knew what had suddenly happened to make Rick react that way. Helen did notice Elisabeth's comment then and that something was wrong as she moved quickly to Rick's side. "What is it honey?" Helen asked. "There, those two men," Rick said. "Which?" Elisabeth asked. There were too many people to identify anyone without more detail. "The ones in diapers and baby tee shirts... there, side by side. The two in white baby shoes and socks holding baby bottles," Rick said pointing near the lakes edge. It was easy to see the see the two men once he described them considering the way they were dressed. "They've got to be clients or they wouldn't have invitations Ricky," Elisabeth said lifting her phone and talking into it. There was a golf cart that came down the gentle sloop immediately as well as several men that were suddenly converging on the men in question as soon as Elisabeth spoke into her phone. Then at Rick: "Rick we ran him awhile back remember? Who is he?" "One of them, the one on the left is a guy named Badger, AKA Brad. Elisabeth that's the one I worked with! Remember?" "Rick, that's the same one I put the Private Investigator on? He was legitimate Ricky. He was here on vacation. Hold on a second let me run his name again. If he's here he's a client and if that's true I've got records," Elisabeth said speaking into her phone again. The men stopped their focus close, and began milling casually but remaining close. Five minutes went by. "Give me his number. No, better yet connect me," Elisabeth said. She moved off a few feet and began talking into her phone again. Clearly she was waiting for something or someone. Ricky and Helen were on pins and needles also waiting. Elisabeth, whoever she was waiting for had answered whatever it was needed to be answered. Obviously she'd gotten the information because she put the phone back into a red satin bag. "Ricky, not only is he a client, still, but he now lives here in Vegas. He no longer works for the CIA. He works for Creative CAD Candia Software. That's a local firm that makes Gaming software. I know the firm. He's been with them for a year. He's got a house he bought, also a year ago. That's his partner with him. Ricky, I don't think it's a setup," Elisabeth said. "He's sure as hell not going to recognize you tonight and tomorrow I'll run a full background check on him again, okay?" "I'll be dammed," Rick said. "And my diaper is wet." "That's on you Helen," Elisabeth said holding her hands up as if to make it clear she wasn't changing him. "The bags in our hotel room," Helen said. Elisabeth motioned for the cart to drive over. "Take these two to the lobby if you would?" Elisabeth asked of the six foot six inch guard in an outfit that made him look very much like Tormund Giantsbane, the red-haired Wildling warrior in Game of Thrones. "Yes ma'am," he said laying his battle ax into a holder where golf clubs would normally go. "So do you think that's true?" Rick asked of Helen as he gathered his dress and slips before allowing Helen to pull his bloomers down. There were back in their room. Under the long satin pettipants were soft plastic panties and double diapers. Helen left those in place as she pulled Rick's other garments down and off. Rick moved back with his dress and slips bundled up around his chest, well above his waist before sitting and then laying back over a large bath towel. Helen helped shift the stray layer of slips away then tugged the snap on plastic panty free to expose Rick's diaper pins. The safety pins with the bunny shapes in plastic went next to the dress and organdy slips before she peeled the diapers free. As always, when Rick went into dresses and slips he wore snap on baby pants. It took a few minutes and four wipes along with a pair of panties sliding in Helen's hand to get him soft enough for a fresh diaper. "Ready?" Helen asked helping Rick fluff his dress back over his slips. "Ready," Rick said. "Thanks I needed that as he fluffed his dress before walking out the door. The diaper shifting under his dress felt soft and secure. "We dry honey?" Elisabeth asked kissing her brother on his cheek. She missed those days. "Don't be a tease sis," Rick said. Chapter Glass Slipper Rick was at his desk at home grading papers from his science class when the doorbell rang. He was into his fifth year teaching and he only knew that because last night Helen insisted they have dinner together to celebrate. Helen was the keeper of dates in the family. Helen and Rick were about to put both houses up for sale and build one together finally. With both girls out on their own and Bobby long since gone on his own there was no reason to stay separated. Ricks heart froze when he pulled the door open. That was another thing he'd been doing for some time now and for the first time in a long time he regretted it. He'd opened the door without checking first and he was unarmed. "Relax Rick! If I wanted it to happen it would have happened a long time ago," Jack Bold, Jack's former Surveillance Code Unit Director said standing there is a open neck shirt and jeans. Rick had never seen Jack dressed casual and the car he was driving wasn't an agency unit. The casualness took some of the sting out of his shock. "Seriously, if I was here for that it would have already been too late, now relax. I'm just here to let you know your code was fully replaced last week - too old. So how about a cup of coffee?" Rick's heart rate came down slowly as he stepped aside to allow his old boss into the house. Rick put a pod into the coffee maker as his adrenaline was slowly being absorbed back into his body. It would be hours before he'd be able to sleep again but his hands were no longer shaking as badly. "How?" Rick asked. "How did you find me?" "We got lucky on that one, but it came way too late in the game anyway," Jack said pouring cream into his cup of freshly brewed coffee. "Steve was here doing a routine check on Brad, it was our last official agency check on him as a matter of fact. Ironically Steve saw you with him at a Denney's having breakfast. He called me right away." "That's on me. I thought it was safe to contact Brad so I did," Rick said. "It was just going to be that one time to say hello. You know, for old times' sake." "I know. Steve told me as much when he talked with Brad after the breakfast broke up. Said he was so damn nervous his hand was shaking when he punched the numbers in to talk with me. Funny thing is by then we were already replacing your code so there was really nothing left to clean up. Truth is I didn't want to chase you anymore anyway. I told Steve to let it go, file his report on Brad, leave you out of it, and come home." "And that's it," Rick said. "Pretty much," Jack said. "Besides, I kind of figured I owed you. I mean when that idiot killed your partner Matt, which was way over the top by the way, and not sanctioned I should add, it really pissed me off. By the way, if it matters, he was killed doing another unsanctioned move two years ago. I mean if that helps? Anyway, I more or less lost the taste for running you down after that. So yes, that was pretty much it. Except for this!" "What's that?" Rick asked taking the box from Jack. He'd been curious ever since he'd let Jack into the house. It was a bit feminine with a pastel pink cast to the boxes color and tied off with a pastel pink bow. Rick was beginning to assume it was something maybe for Helen. Perhaps a sort of peace offering. "A parting gift," Jack said. "By the way, I'm retiring myself. Got a boat docked in Florida waiting for me. Flying out tonight to get on it and forget about all this. Go on open it." Rick pulled the bow free of the box and lifted the lid. There was bubble wrap and tissue paper. The shoe Rick lifted from it was made of glass in the shape of a delicate high heel mounted on an ornate piece of wood. A brass plate was mounted in front of it that read: "Found You Cinderella!" It was signed, "And I'm not your damn prince charming - Jack." The end.