Diapered and Dressed Part 1: Bobby's Start

This writing is designed for entertainment. It is somewhat 
fictional but the beginning is the truth as I remember it 
from long ago. It is not the typical story line of a boy 
coming to terms with dressing. This is a story of a boy who 
is embarrassed by what is done to him.

Synopsis: At age 6 Bobby still had an occasional wetting 
accident. His Father decided to cure him once and for all. 
Little did he realize that the cure was the cause of 
Bobbie's life style change at such a young age.

Young boy, diapers, forced fem.

Diapered and Dressed Part 1: Bobby's Start
By Laurie Ann B

I was six years old and had finished kindergarten and 
awaited the start of 1st grade that summer. My two sisters, 
Carol two years older and my younger sister, Beth, 11 
months younger, were spending the summer in rather blissful 
play and such. The small neighbor hood had few children our 
ages and most of the time we spent playing or fighting 
together as siblings of close age do. Carol being the 
eldest was always the bossy one and had kind of a mean 
streak in her at times. This usually surfaced when she got 
bored with her two younger siblings or if we in fact might 
be getting the best of her, which was rare.

Beth on the other hand was the baby of the family and took 
on the typical role very well. She was always hanging on me 
and I really didn't mind as she wasn't bossy like Carol and 
I liked being around her. In fact at our ages we were very 
similar in size and looks and were mistaken for twins on 
most occasions. My only embarrassment at this was when they 
thought we were both girls due to my longer hair, which was 
allowed to grow during the summer vacations. I never really 
thought much about having long hair and to Mom and Dad it 
was just another summer savings like not having the heating 
bill.

Now I want to explain a little about me back then so you 
will understand what happened. I was a preme, born 6 weeks 
early. As a result I was always behind the development 
curve for boys my age. Additionally I was late in learning 
to walk and late in being potty trained. However, at age 
six I really think back that rather than a weak bladder, I 
was just a little lazy. As a result it would seem on 
occasion that I always waited to long to get into the house 
and to the rest room to relieve myself. On more than one 
occasion I wet my pants because I was just too interested 
in what I was doing outside to interrupt it to get to the 
bathroom. In spite of the teasing about being a baby or 
sissy pants when this happened I endured it and swore it 
wouldn't happen again. But it did happen again.

It was late July and my sister's and I along with one of 
Carol's girlfriends were all out in the backyard playing 
board game under the shade of the grape arbor. Since the 
day had been so hot we had consumed a quantity of Kool-Aid 
and it was having it's effect on me. I really had to pee 
but we were in the middle of the game and I even had a shot 
at winning. Carol saw very plainly to that I was in a good 
position to beat her and she didn't like that.

"Ah... Carol," I said, "I call a break. I have to go in the 
house. I have to use the bathroom." I squirmed as the 
urgency of the act became greater.

"Oh, No," She said, "If you leave you lose your turn if 
your not back. No times out in this game." She saw her 
chance to win the game from her doomed position and with 
slow deliberation took her turn.

"Carol, let him go in and pee. I don't care we'll wait for 
him," piped in Beth in my defense.

"No way. He can either run in and get back before his turn, 
lose his turn or pee his pants like he usually does 
anyway," Carol shouted.

Emily her friend and Beth both giggled at that and I turned 
red in the face as I sought an equally devastating reply to 
her.

"I... I... I haven't peed my pants for a long time and Mom 
said you weren't supposed to tease about that anymore. 
Anyway you pooped in your panties this year," I retorted 
with inference to her pooping her panties when she had been 
sick.

"Yeah well I was sick so what's your excuse, BABY," she 
shouted.

Well by now I was really in trouble. I could feel the urine 
leaking in spite of my hardest efforts to hold it back. I 
knew it would only be moments till the dam would burst. I 
jumped up grabbing at the end of my penis through my jeans 
to try to squeeze off the on coming flood. I ran for the 
house and as I started up the stairs towards the bathroom 
it let loose. Soaking my pants and warm urine running down 
my legs soaking my socks and shoes and spilling out on the 
floor. Tears formed and flowed down my cheeks as I ran on 
into the bathroom with a puddle of urine forming around my 
feet as I fought to get my penis free and direct what might 
remain into the toilet bowl. 

I stood there crying as I dropped my jeans to the floor and 
stepped out of them. That's the way Mom found me as she 
looked down on me in anger and disgust.

"What the hell happened? You peed your pants again. Look at 
this mess, the whole way down the stairway. Get out of 
those clothes while I go clean this mess up. What is wrong 
with you? You're too old to be peeing your pants like a 
baby. Even your sister Beth doesn't have these accidents," 
Mom ranted as I continued to cry without response to her 
belittling. 

I sat on the toilet seat and picked my soiled socks, shoes, 
pants and under wear off on the floor in front of me. I 
kicked the door to the bathroom shut as I heard Beth, Carol 
and Emily coming to investigate the scope of the disaster 
giggling and asking "Where's the baby? Did he have another 
accident?"

My tears were just subsiding and I was looking for a 
washcloth to clean myself up with when the bathroom door 
burst open. There towering above me was my Dad. I could see 
the anger in his eyes. Not only had I committed an act of 
un-manliness but I had woke him from his afternoon sleep 
prior to going on his night shift of work at the plant. I 
was frozen in fear. I had already had my bottom spanked by 
him for other times I had peed my pants. I just knew I was 
in for it again and probably twice as hard for waking him.

"What the hell happened? You pissed your pants again? 
What's wrong with you? You can't control yourself like some 
little baby? What the hell are we going to do with you? You 
sure as hell can't go to school this fall still peeing your 
pants. Do you want to wear diapers to school?" He shouted, 
and paused slightly as some idea or something surfaced in 
his mind. "Get out of those clothes and get in the tub and 
clean yourself up. I'll deal with this when your done and 
you better be quick about it."

I didn't reply as he turned and left presumably to go get 
dressed for his work. I quickly took the rest of my clothes 
off and got in the tub quickly. I scrubbed in quicker time 
than I usually do and in minutes was out of the tub drying 
myself and awaiting further instructions. I didn't wait 
long before Mom stuck her head in the door and with a 
disheartened voice told me to go to my room; my father was 
waiting there for me. With great trepidation and the towel 
wrapped around my waist I moved as a prisoner to the 
electric chair might. I could just imagine the beating I 
was about to get, and with out any clothes to protect me 
from his calloused hand. 

I walked into my room and Dad sat on the bed as the three 
girls stood over in the corner of the room all anxious to 
witness my humiliation. They stood silent.

"Get over here baby. You act like a baby you'll be treated 
like one. Now get over here and lay down," Dad instructed 
in his commanding voice. It was then I saw the diaper lying 
on the bed where he had instructed me to lay down. 

That was it I wouldn't take anymore. "NO, DAD! I'm not a 
baby. I'm not going to wear any diaper. It won't ever 
happen again," I shouted as tears started flowing.

"Oh yes you will! And you'll wear them till I'm sure your 
potty trained," He shouted as he grabbed me by the arm and 
swung me on to the bed on top of the diaper.

Mom had abandoned me to my punishment at his hands and the 
girls stood in shocked silence as the battle raged. It 
wasn't much of a battle for as much as I kicked and 
struggled and squirmed I was no match for this man as I was 
pinned to the bed and baby powder sprinkled on me and the 
diaper wrapped up between my legs and pinned securely on 
me. I cried and continued my struggle begging him not to do 
it. Let me go. In the next instant a pair of rubberized 
panties with white and red ruffles across the bum were 
being pulled up my legs and around my waist. I kicked and 
screamed more and all at once he released me and I jumped 
up from the bed to begin pulling the sissy panties and 
diaper off me.

"You take those off and I'll give you the licking of your 
life and you'll be wearing them everywhere you go. Now pull 
them back up and get back over here."

I hesitated but fear got the best of me. I half-heartedly 
pulled a little on the waistband to restore them and 
stepped back towards my Dad.

"Since only babies and sissy's pee their pants and you're 
to old to be a baby you must be a sissy. And this will make 
changing your diaper much easier, now hold your arms up 
over your head."

I was bawling like a baby as I held my arms up and he 
pulled one of Beth's old baby dresses down over my head and 
arms. The white and red trimmed lace matched the panties he 
had squeezed my diapered bottom into. The back was pulled 
tight as he buttoned me onto the dress and pulled the waist 
which was up around my chest tight as he tied the sash into 
a bow behind me. As I look down through tear filled eyes 
the flounced skirt of the dress barely came down over my 
bum. I cried even harder if that was possible. I was 
sobbing so hard it was impossible for me to even respond to 
him or shout my protests or promises or even beg.

The girls remained in the corner watching the entire 
process of the sissifacation of their brother and friend. 
Dad stood and turned to them as he stepped around me to 
exit the room. 

"Here's your new sissy sister. Take good care of her and be 
sure and tell your Mother when she needs her diaper 
changed. And you sissy, you better be still wearing your 
diaper and panties when I get home tonight. And you'll be 
staying in your panties and dresses till you can prove your 
potty trained. Your mother's even getting out Beth's old 
potty chair for you so you can practice going potty," He 
glared at me as he left.

As soon as he stormed down the steps and he and Mother had 
words we heard the front door shut. That broke the silence 
in the room as Carol, Beth and Emily surrounded me.

Carol began, "Oh look at the pretty little sissy girl. 
Isn't she so cute in her pretty little dress and ruffled 
panties to match them."

Emily added, "Oh he does look like a girl baby, doesn't he. 
Maybe baby is hungry and needs his tittie bottle."

They all laughed and I pulled away from their giggles and 
teases and the dress flew up as I spun around exposing my 
panty-covered bottom. The strange feel of the teasing of 
the dress hem on my legs and the fullness of the diaper 
being held in the panties made my tiny penis hard. I had no 
control of it. Emily saw it tenting out the panties as I 
tried to retreat.
 
"Oh look, his little thing is making his panties stick out 
in front. Does sissy like his diaper?" she teased amid a 
new flurry of giggles.

Mom finally came to the rescue. Through the door way 
scattering my tormenters she came. She took me by the arm 
as she pulled me towards the door. 

"Alright that's enough you three. And you, quit bawling or 
I'll give you something to bawl about. You brought this on 
yourself. I've told you a hundred times if I told you once 
your Dad was not going to put up with your accidents 
forever. Now come on down stairs and you can play in the 
house till supper."

I sniffed and sobbed a few times trying to control myself 
in fear of additional punishment. I went into the family 
room and turned on the TV jumping up on the couch and 
folding my arms tightly across my chest in hopes of hiding 
the little dress wrapped around me. My legs were crossed 
under me Indian style.

The girls came down and Beth came into the room with me 
while Carol and Emily paused at the doorway as they headed 
back outside.

"Look at the pretty baby pouting. Oh she's so mad. Poor 
baby probably wants to go outside with her big sister. Oh 
you be a good baby and we'll go see if any of your little 
friends want to come over and play with you," Carol teased.

"Mom," I screamed, "Carol's teasing me again. She said 
she's going to bring kids here to see me. Tell her she 
can't."

"Carol, Quit teasing your brother or you'll spend the rest 
of the week in your room grounded," Mom retorted.

Carol and Emily left as Beth came into the room and sat up 
on the couch with me. As she did she turned to me feeling 
the lacy hem of the dress.

"That was one of my favorite dresses. But it looks pretty 
on you. Will you pretend to be my sister," Beth coaxed.

Sniffing I replied, "Beth don't tease me. I hate this. I'm 
a boy. I hate Dad. He shouldn't have done this. I told him 
I wouldn't ever pee my pants again."

"Yeah, but you have to wear it and we could pretend and 
play house or something. Pleaseeeee, Bobby."

I thought about her coaxing and for some strange reason was 
responding to her and the kindness she was showing. 

"Well, I guess." I whispered.

"Oh Bobby, thank you," She squealed.

As she ran up the stairs to return with dolls and tea set 
bulging in her arms. She dumped them on the floor in front 
of me and began setting the plastic tea service out on the 
coffee table in front of me. I slowly slid off the couch to 
set at the table. Beth handed me a doll, which I took 
without hesitation and began to cuddle it in my arms as she 
started our little fantasy. Two ladies at tea with their 
children talking about raising the children and housework.

I had gotten deeply engrossed in the fantasy and Beth was 
calling me Barbara and I felt in place with the pretty 
dress on. I didn't hear Mom come in the room and as I 
turned to see her standing there.

"Well, well isn't that nice you girls playing so nice and 
quiet together like this," she said.

"Ahhhh Mom, please I was just playing with Beth."

"I know dear and I think it's really nice you do. You 
almost look like twins sitting there like that. Why don't 
you let me put a ribbon in your hair like your sister's 
while you play and I have the socks to match the dress. 
Wait here. I'll be right back."

"Mom, I'm not a girl. You called me a girl," I protested as 
she left the room.

I don't know why I didn't protest her suggestions of hair 
ribbons and girls socks. But then I guess I was pretending 
to be Barbara for our game.

Mom returned and tied a ribbon under my hair pulling it 
back from my face and tying it on top separating my bangs. 
While she did this I slipped the white lace top ankle socks 
on and as I raised my legs I again exposed my frilly clad 
bottom. She had also brought me a pair of black shiny Mary 
Jane style shoes, old ones of Carol's which I added and 
buckled the strap.

"Now you really do look like twins. The prettiest girls in 
town," Mom said smiling at us.

I just ignored her reference to girls and smiled back at 
her. I mean after all here I was sitting here in a diaper, 
rumba panties, dress, lace socks, hair ribbon and girls 
shoes. Beth and I continued our game. I finally had the 
urge to pee once more and called Mom. She just came and 
took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen where the 
little potty chair sat. She told me to hold up my dress as 
she pulled the panties down and unpinned my diaper. She 
told me to go in the potty for Dad would be checking to 
make sure I used it.

So I squeezed on the potty holding my dress up and made 
tinkle in the potty. As I stood up Mom reached under me 
with a wipey and wiped my penis of any drops of urine left.

"Mom, please can I change clothes now. I used the potty," I 
begged.

"I wish you could but your Father would have a fit if he 
came home and you weren't wearing the dress and diapers. 
But I'll tell you what, I'll get you some underwear to put 
on till bed time then you'll have to be back in your 
diaper."

"Ahhh welllll, I guess."

Mom disappeared and returned with a pair of girls pink 
panties. I didn't even protest as she held them out for me 
to step into. She pulled them up my legs and around my 
waist. They actually felt really nice and now the dress and 
lining of petticoats really felt ticklish over my panty-
clad bottom. Something the rumba panties prevented from 
happening.

I pulled my dress down and returned to the room to finish 
our tea party. As I passed the hall mirror I saw the cute 
little girl in the mirror. It was me. It was Beth. I did 
look just like her. Even our hair looked the same length. I 
pause and had to do a turn to look at myself completely. I 
was pretty. Walking without the diaper and rumba panties 
felt nice and maybe I wouldn't get teased about being a 
baby, at least.

Beth and I played awhile longer and then it was a little 
boring. It was Beth who suggested we go out back and play 
on the swing set. 

"Barbie, I'm tired of this, aren't you? Why don't we go out 
and play on the swing set?" Beth queried.

"Beth, I can't go out like this. Someone might see me."

"Oh pooh! None can see over the fence. And I'll even push 
you on the swing. Anyway your not wearing diapers anymore, 
so who cares."

"Beth, I'm still wearing a dress and ribbons in my hair and 
everything."

"Oh come on please, Barbie? Please I'll lock the gate and 
no one will see you, pleaseeeeeee."

Against my better judgment I relented and got to my feet 
and headed for the back door. "Okay, but no one better see 
me."

Now wearing a dress and swinging on a swing was a really 
new experience. I climbed up on the swing for Beth to 
fulfill her promise to push me. I was surprised at her 
ability to push and as I pumped my legs I was really going 
high. The tummy tickles started and I was trying to hold 
the giggles back and keep from peeing in my panties. My 
dress would fly out as I cut through the air pushing the 
crinolines up over my lap. I loved the feeling that had 
never been felt while swinging in my boy clothes.

I was giggling like a little girl and Beth encouraged just 
kept pushing harder. I never heard them or saw them till 
Carol yelled, "Oh Bobby you have to be more careful 
swinging when wearing your dress. We can all see clear up 
to your pretty little panties. What happened, did Mom run 
out of diapers?"

There on the back porch stood Emily, Carol and George (An 
older friend of Carol's). They were all laughing and 
pointing as I tried to slow the swing to escape the 
ridicule. Yes the back gate was locked but they had come 
through the house.

Carol continued, "See we told you. He's wearing a dress and 
even hair ribbons. He's just my little sissy sister."

"Bobby, I didn't believe them. You really do look like a 
girl. What a little sissy. And girls panties too," George 
almost bend over laughing and pointing at me.

I burst into tears and jumped from the swing landing on my 
hands and knees with the dress up over my back exposing my 
pink panty clad to them all as the roared in laughter. I 
gained my feet and the only escape was directly through 
them into the house. I had my head down in shame as my face 
burned and the tears rolled down my cheeks, sobbing as I 
ran. I tried pushing through them as they continued their 
taunts. 

George grabbed me on the way through by my arm and swung me 
around from the door. "Oh my what a pretty little girl you 
make, Bobbi." He reached down with his free hand and lifted 
lifting the back of my dress while holding me against him. 
His hands grabbed the cheeks of my bum and he squeezed them 
as he continued his teasing. "Wow, nice set of buns for 
such a little sissy."

"Look he's even wearing a hair ribbon and my shoes," 
giggled Carol.

I was in full out rage and embarrassment with tears 
flooding over my face and my whole body flushed and hot. I 
tore away from George's grip as I stumbled into the house 
and made my way up the stairs to my room. Blinded by the 
tears and the leather soled Mary Janes slipping on the 
carpeted stairs, I stumbled upwards fully exposing my pink 
pantied bottom to my tormenters gathered at the foot of the 
steps.

"Mom! Mom! Bobby isn't wearing his diaper. Come look Mom! 
He's wearing pink girls panties," Carol shouted. "Boy are 
you in trouble little girly when Dad finds out."

I had attained the safety of my bedroom and locking the 
door behind me I fell on the bed and sobbed. How would I 
ever be able to show myself in the neighborhood again? 
Maybe Carol, Emily and Beth would keep a secret under 
threats from Mom, but George I knew would tell everybody 
exactly what he had seen.

I heard Mom finally reach the group at the bottom of the 
stairs. "What's going on here? Carol, I thought I told you 
not to bring anyone here today?" Turning to Emily and 
George, "You two should be ashamed of yourselves. Bobby is 
being punished by his Dad and is embarrassed enough by what 
has happened to him without your teasing. I think you had 
better be going and you had better keep this to yourselves 
or I'll be calling on your Mothers to tell them how 
terrible your acting. Now get going and if I here you 
spreading this story around you'll both be in trouble, 
understand."

"Y... Yes, Mrs. Brown, we w... w... won't say anything," 
Emily spoke for both children as they back out of the door 
to scurry home.

"Now, you young lady," Mom said turning her anger towards 
Carol. "You deliberately disobeyed me. You think it's funny 
the punishment your brother's going through, do you? Well, 
we'll see just how funny you think your punishment is going 
to be. Now get up to your room and stay there. Don't even 
think of going anywhere."

"B... but, Mom, I... I didn't know he'd be still all 
dressed up like a girl and wearing hair ribbons and girl 
shoes and everything. I didn't even think he'd be anywhere 
anyone would see him. And he isn't wearing a diaper like 
Dad said he had too," Carol whined.

"Don't you even worry about what your brother is wearing or 
what your Father said. You just get to your room and stay 
there till I have time to deal with you. What do you think 
is going to happen if Emily and that George spread this 
story all over the neighborhood? What do you think his life 
at school this fall will be like if the kids there find 
out? I just don't understand you and how mean you can be to 
your brother. Now move it missy," Mom raising her voice in 
a disgusted tone as Carol escaped further wrath as she made 
the confines or her bedroom slamming the door behind her.

I had heard most of the conversation from the raised voices 
and this only made my plight embed deeper in my mind as I 
tried to think what school might be like for me if the guys 
in my class heard about this. I was turning from self-pity 
to anger as the tears subsided and I heard Mom's attempt at 
opening my bedroom door.

"Bobby, Bobby, Open the door. Come sweetie let me in so we 
can talk," Mom cajoled from behind the door. 

I reluctantly unlocked the door and scurried back to the 
bed as I crawled up on it and curled into a fetal position. 
The short frilly dress and crinolines were pushed up in 
back exposing my bottom now stinging a little from Georges 
earlier grouping.

Mom entered and eased herself onto the edge of my bed as 
her soft hand brushed my girly bangs up off my forehead and 
she began, "I'm really sorry all this happened. You know 
how your Father is at times. But you really do need to 
learn to control yourself better. And I know how mean your 
sister can be at times and I'll see that she doesn't tease 
you anymore. Tell you what, why don't you put your jeans 
and shirt on and you can wear them for supper and till 
bedtime, okay? What your Dad doesn't know won't hurt us, 
right?"

"But Mom, George and Emily will tell everyone. How can I 
ever go to the playground again or school this fall. 
Everyone will know," I sniffed.

"Oh let's not worry about that right now. I don't think 
this story will go any further. Now come on dry those 
tears, change your clothes and I'll call you when supper is 
ready." Mom kissed me on the forehead and exited my room 
heading for Carol's room to deal with her.

As the door shut I was up off the bed struggling out of the 
dress into jeans and a T-shirt. Then I quietly stood next 
to the door trying to hear what was going on between Mom 
and my sister. I heard Carol sob a few times but I couldn't 
hear what was being said or done.

It wasn't long till I heard Mom calling, "Come on kids, 
supper is ready. Hurry up before it gets cold."

I was quite hungry after the emotional day I had suffered 
through and was first to the kitchen table flowed closely 
by Beth. Beth looked at me and frowned saying, "Oh Bobby, 
you changed. I wish you hadn't. You looked so pretty 
before."

"Beth, don't tease me please. I'm a boy and I don't wear 
dresses."

"But your still wearing your hair ribbon and my socks, 
aren't you? Do you have panties or a diaper on under you 
jeans?"

I was turning red, I was so excited about getting out of 
the dress I didn't even think about the panties, hair 
ribbon, socks and shoes I was still wearing. "Ah... ah, 
I... I, Oh I just forgot about them," reaching up to pull 
the ribbon out of my hair as it fell down around my face.

Mom laughed a little and taking the ribbon from my hand 
fixed it back into my hair holding it back off my face. 
"It's okay, Bobby. I think you better wear the hair ribbon 
to eat or until we find a way to hold the hair out of your 
face or you'll be eating hair with your dinner."

I just sat down and started fixing my plate as Mom yelled, 
"Carol, get down here for supper. I don't care if you eat 
or not but you'll sit with us at the table."

I dropped my fork as Carol entered the kitchen. There she 
stood in a frilly pink satin and chiffon little girls party 
dress. Amazing as it was one of her old dress and she was 
still squeezed into it, although now it barely covered her 
bum. Her hair was done in high set ponytails on either side 
of her head tied with pink ribbons with long tendrils 
hanging down. Her feet were in white Mary Jane style shoes 
and she was wearing little girl style pink lace top anklet 
socks. The short dress made it apparent she was wearing 
pink ruffled plastic panties over a diapered bottom."

Beth started, "Oh Carol, you're so pretty. Oh I always 
thought you looked so pretty in that dress. But, Mom said I 
could have it when you out grew it."

I had to get some measure of revenge, "Oh my look at the 
baby girl, and now look who's wearing the diapers!"

"Yeah, well I am a girl not a boy wearing a dress. And look 
at you still in your pretty shoes and hair ribbon," Carol 
retorted. "What do you think Dad's going to do to you when 
he finds out your not wearing your dress and diapers?"

"That's enough you two. And if his Dad finds out we didn't 
follow his instructions, I'll know where it came from. And 
let me tell you something young lady, it you don't want to 
be wearing diapers and little girl clothes the rest of the 
summer you'll keep your mouth shut. Do you understand me?" 
Mom said ending the conversation.

We ate in silence and watched the television till bedtime. 
I couldn't resist smirking and making faces at my older 
sister all babied up for the evening. She would retaliate 
with her own smirks and making faces at me. These actions, 
of course, all out of site of my Mother.

I finally got to get out of the panties, hair ribbon and 
socks as I took my bath and headed to my bedroom to get 
into my PJ's. My mother met me in my room. There on the bed 
was a white diaper and pink-headed diaper pins along with a 
pair of yellow ruffled rumba rubber panties.

"Mom, I... I thought you said I could wear my own clothes," 
I whined.

"Sorry Bobby, but when your Dad comes home and if he checks 
on you, you had better be wearing the diaper or it's hard 
to tell what he might do. Don't worry about it. It's just 
for tonight and nobody is going to see you," Mom said as I 
reluctantly climbed up on the bed and onto the spread 
diaper.

Mom powdered my entire bottom explaining that the diaper 
might rub me raw under the Rumba panties if she didn't 
powder me well. The diaper was pulled up around my waist 
and under my crotch as it was pinned into place. She then 
slipped the panties up over my legs and as I raised my 
bottom off the bed pulled them up around my waist. I had 
lost the initial embarrassment of being put in a diaper and 
my diapered bottom being held in the panties and the smooth 
powder on my bottom felt rather nice. In fact as this 
though crossed my mind I was embarrassed again and just 
thinking how nice it really did feel.

"Can I put my PJ's on now Mom?" I Ask.

That's when she turned around holding out a yellow frilly 
nightgown of Carol's. She said, "Sorry honey, but I think 
you better be in a night gown for Dad's inspection. We 
don't want to give him any reason to get mad again, do we? 
Now hold up your arms and stand up."

I stood and holding my hands over my head had the gown 
pulled down over my head. It felt like I was in a dress 
again. The sleeves were short and gathered with lace and a 
bow on them. The neckline was open but trimmed in white 
lace and again the little bow at the neckline. The hem fell 
to my knees and the lacey hem tickles my knees as it 
settled into place. 

"My you do look pretty in that. Your blond hair and big 
blue eyes are prefect for that gown," Mom said smiling as 
she pulled back the coverlet on the bed for me to crawl 
into.

"Mom quit teasing me please. Today was bad enough and 
having to wear this."

"Oh I'm sorry honey. It's just that you look an awfully 
like Beth. Do you want me to brush your hair out before I 
go?"

"Mommmmmmm! No just let me go to sleep and get this over 
with. Good Night, Mommy... er I... I meant Mom."

"Goodnight Sweetheart, I see you in the morning."

END of PART 1:

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Diapered and Dressed Part 2

Diapered & Dressed Part 2
By Laurie Ann Brown

I spent a fitful night in the nightgown and panties. Waking
periodically expecting my Dad to be checking on me when he returned
from work. Finally deep sleep took my exhausted body into another world
and I slept. The bright morning sunlight streamed it's harshness
through out my room as I cracked open my eyes to see my Mother standing
over me with a hand under my nightgown and her fingers inside the leg
of my rubber panties and diaper. As I came conscious I realized what
she was doing, checking to see if the diaper was wet. It was, also then
that I realized that my bottom was drenched in the coolness of wet
diapers. I jumped away from Mom's penetrating fingers.

"Ah... Ah Mom, what are you doing? I'm awake. I'll be down as soon as I
get dressed, okay?" I fitfully begged, hoping against hope that she had
not felt what I was feeling all around my bottom.

Mom looked down on me a little forlorn, shaking her head in that a "tsk
tsk" mode and said, "Bobby, I don't know what to say to you or what to
do. Your Father was in your room last night when he came home from work
and checked to see what you were wearing. He also checked and found out
you wet yourself. He was going to drag you out of bed and paddle you
good, but I talked him out of it. I tried to tell him his tactics
weren't working, but he didn't want to hear that. He was really upset
with you."

"But... but Mom, I... I couldn't help it. It was an accident. Honest,
Mom, I didn't mean to do it. Is Dad going to paddle me?"

"No, he's not going to paddle you, but you may wish he had rather than
what he's insisting upon doing to you."

"Mom, I'm not going to have to wear diapers again, am I?"

"Look just get in the bathroom and get out of your wet diaper and
rubber panties. Get yourself cleaned up and we'll see what can be done.
Now get moving and be quiet so you don't wake your Dad."

I just knew it. I knew I was really screwed now. I slipped quietly into
the bathroom slipping off the nightgown and stuffing it in the hamper.
I pulled the rubber ruffled panties down and slipped the soggy pinned
diaper down my legs stepping out of it. I ran water in the tub and
climbed in washing the stale urine smell off my bottom. After washing I
got out, dried and wrapped a towel around my waist. I put the rubber
panties in the hamper and picked up the soggy diaper like it were a
rattlesnake and carried it back to my room not knowing what to do with
it. As it was Mom was there with a bucket of water she held out to me
and told me to drop my diaper into the bucket, which I gladly did.

"The girls are already up and eating breakfast. I've got some clothes
here for you that you're going to have to wear. No here's the deal. I'm
going to let you wear your sister's panties instead of the diaper.
However, before your Dad gets up we're going to have to get you back in
a diaper and rubber pants," Mom said with a very disappointed edge in
her voice.

"But... but Mom, do I really have too. I'll just stay in my room till
Dad leaves and just wear my PJ's, okay? I don't want to have to wear
panties and a dress again. Carol will tease me and tell everyone."

"I'm sorry Bobby you brought it on yourself. Your Dad is very
disappointed in you and if we disobey him in this it's hard to tell
what he might do. Now come on and let me help you get dressed. It's
going to be hot today so I got one of Carols old sun dresses for you to
wear. See isn't it pretty, the yellow background with all the flower
print on it. And see the lace straps match the lace on the hem. And
look I even got a pair of yellow panties from Beth for you that match
the dress. And with the full skirt we can get you into a diaper and the
yellow rumba panties quickly if your Dad gets up early."

I started to cry feeling really bad for myself. After all, last night
was an accident. I mean like maybe yesterday I could have got to the
bathroom in time but I didn't. The tears were not affecting my Mother
as she held out the little nylon yellow flowered panties for me and
pulled them up around my waist.

I sobbed and she responded, "Shhhh, now be quiet or you'll wake your
Dad. Arms up." As she dropped the dress over my head and arms buttoning
it up the back and tying the belt in a bow in back. "Now here you can
were these sandals or put the yellow socks on and I'll get you another
pair of shoes to wear."

"Mom, I'm not going to wear girl's sandals!"

"Okay, put the socks on I'll be right back."

The sandals would have been preferable as the yellow sock tops were
lace tops. She returned and there I stood in a little sundress, yellow
flowered panties, lace top yellow socks and white Mary Jane style
shoes.

I was still sniffling when Mom took out a brush and started on my hair
saying, "Now stand still and let me see what we can do with your hair.
It's all over your face. I really think we better think about a haircut
pretty soon."

She brushed my hair back away from my face and was pulling it back and
to the sides. I really was beyond comprehending what was being done. I
couldn't e embarrassed anymore than I was at this point in time. The
real shock came when she released me and I got to see myself in my
dresser mirror. At first words wouldn't come. It looked like my sister
staring back at me all red eyed from the mirror. Two ponytails secure
by yellow scrunchies hung from the side of my head as banks fell nearly
over my eyes. "Mommmmm, no, please Mom I can't go around like this. I
look like a girl."

"Well you certainly do look like a very pretty little girl. Now do you
want to go running around looking like a boy in a dress or would you
rather look like a real girl so people won't notice you?" Mom retorted.
"Come on now and get your breakfast and be quiet," she said as she took
me by the hand and pulled me out the bedroom door and down the stairs
to the kitchen.

Carol and Beth we're just finishing their breakfasts and upon seeing me
both giggled but Carol started, "Oh my so you do want to be one of the
girls after all. Oh Mother, I have lots of hand me downs for little
Bobbi," as her giggles turned to laughter.

"Oh, Bobbi you look just like me with your hair fixed like that. And my
dress even looks like yours except it's blue. Oh Bobbi you really look
like a real girl now," Beth exclaimed.

"Mom! Make them take it back. Make them be quiet and quit teasing," I
whined.

"Alright you two that's enough out of both of you. Your Father insists
he wear this today and I'm not going to put up with this constant
teasing and whining all day. No the same rules apply as yesterday. This
is to be kept quiet and in the family. Do you all understand? Mom"
commanded.

"But Mom George and Emily already know. Why can't they come over today?
We were planning on meeting here this morning and listening to my new
CD's," Carol cajoled.

"Well you let me know when they're coming and then Bobbi can stay in
his room if he doesn't want to be seen," Mother said.

"Come on and hurry up and eat Bobbi so we can play again like
yesterday," Beth pleaded.

And so it was Beth and I were playing house again. Now, every time Mom
would pass us she would be reminding me to sit like a girl, keep your
legs together, watch bending over... etc. I guess I really didn't mind
the dress physically, anyway. It was just that boys don't wear dresses
and I knew if my friends ever found out I'd be toast. They would never
let me play with them again. And playing with Beth wasn't all that bad.
She wasn't bossy like Carol. However all too soon Carol announced that
Emily and George were on their way over. So I left Beth in the front
room and sought the sanctity of my bedroom. I pulled out a stack of
comic books that I would struggle through trying to read. Even before
first grade I was a fair reader.

I could hear the three of them in the room next door giggling and
playing various CD's at low levels such as not to awaken my Dad. After
awhile I dosed off into slumber land and the next thing I remember was
awakening to the three of them surrounding me on my bed.

"Hey, what are you doing in here? Get out I'm going to tell Mom," I
pleaded.

"Shush-up little girl. You're not going to tell anyone and you're going
to be quiet. Emily just took your picture all snuggled up with your
dolly in your pretty little dress. And your dress was all bunched up so
we could even see your panties. If you wake Dad he'll see you're not in
your diapers and you'll really get it. And if you tell Mom, Emily is
going to show everyone in the neighborhood your picture," Carol sneered
at me.

"My God, he does look like a girl doesn't he?" George remarked. "I
don't know Carol, I think he may even be better looking than Emily and
you."

"Geeze Bobbi, why did you let them do it to you? You must really be a
sissy," Emily giggled.

I was near to tears and I was flushed with embarrassment from my toes
clear to the top of my head. I struggled up in the bed to discover they
had placed a doll in bed next to me, which I picked up and threw at my
sister. She very deftly caught it. I was pulling at the hem of my dress
trying to cover as much of myself as possible from there prying eyes.
Emily was just snapping more pictures of me, as I must have made quite
a girlish site.

Emily started again, "I just love your hair done that way. Little
ponytails look so nice on little girls like you and Beth. Carol why
don't you go get Beth and we'll have a little girl party. We can paint
their nails for them and try different hair styles. Let's see if we can
really make them look like twins. And if they're real good little girl
maybe we'll even take them for ice cream later."

"Get out of here and leave me alone. I'll tell Mom, I mean it, I will,"
I threatened.

"You be quiet," my sister retorted. "You're coming with me to my room.
Emily, you go find Beth downstairs and bring her up to our room. Now
come on little girl or I'll make sure Emily's pictures of you are all
over your new school before you get there too."

George slid towards the door, "Hey, you girls have fun, this isn't my
thing. Maybe I'll see you all later and see who's the prettiest girl
then."

I was dragged into my sisters' room of feminine attire. The twin double
beds in pink "Barbie" bedspreads and white gauze canopies. The white
walls with pink borders around the ceilings were offset with the girls
in pink ballerina costumes in the pictured walls. The two closet doors
were made of full-length mirrors. Two white vanities and matching
dressers sat on opposite side of the room. The carpeting was pink fuzzy
knap with white throw rugs. Matching ballerina lamps adorned the
nightstands.

"Come on little girly, set down over there at my vanity. Emily can take
Beth over to her vanity. Now let's see what we can do with those nails
of yours. Oh and take off your shoes and those pretty socks," Carol
giggled. "Being made to wear a dress and diaper is one thing, but I
can't believe you have your hair in ponytails and wearing those lace
top socks and Beth's Mary Janes."

"I'm not a girl. I don't want to wear girl's clothes and Mom made me
dress like this and she did my hair. I didn't want too and I really
hate it," I retorted.

Beth and Emily came in as Carol started pulling out nail files, pink
bottles of nail polish, and other strange looking tools. Emily was
excited at the prospect of playing big girl. She was all smile as she
giggled, "Oh Bobbi we're going to have so much fun. Emily and Carol are
going to put nail polish on our nails, even our toes. And Emily said
you'd even try on dress with me just like a fashion show and we could
go get ice cream later."

"Oh Beth be quiet, will you? I'm not playing dress up and this polish
had better come off real easy before Dad sees it."

I sat hard in the chair at Carol's vanity and crossed my legs calf over
knee to remove my socks and shoes. My short sundress was raised up over
my thighs due to this action exposing my yellow flowered panties to
Carol sitting on her bed next to me arranging her tools and bottles. I
saw her stare turn to a smirk as I realized the exposure this act had
presented to her and I was actually embarrassed and my face flushed and
turned red. I almost automatically and quickly uncrossed my legs and
pulled the hem of my dress back down over my legs.

"Well, I glad my new little sister has some modesty. If you're going to
wear little dresses you better learn how to sit properly or all the
boys will know your whole panty wardrobe. Now stick your foot up here
for me and push your dress down between your legs to cover your little
panties," Carol teased.

All through the torture I sat silently and Beth and I ended up with our
toenails and fingernails shaped cleaned and sporting three coats of
pink polish. I was really feeling the embarrassment of the situation
but for some reason I wasn't as irate as I probably should have been. I
was looking at the shiny nails on my toes and fingers and barely heard
the predictions of my further doom. "You girls just sit still now and
we'll find you some clothes to model for us. Emily, look in Beth's
closet while I find some of my old dresses I think will fit Bobbi. This
will be like having our own live "Barbie" dolls to dress," Carol
instructed.

Soon both beds were covered in dresses and all styles of girl's clothes
and shoes. As I came back to reality I began, "There's no way I'm going
to wear any of that stuff. Now get this stuff off my nails. Come on
where's that smelly stuff you use to get it off."

"Oh yes you will do what ever we say. Or maybe Dad would like to see
you now without your diaper and your nails painted," Carol threatened.

"Oh Bobbi, please do it. Come on it will be fun. Nobody will see you
but us. We'll be fashion models. Please Bobbi," Beth pleaded.

I had little choice but I certainly didn't want them thinking I was
going to do it because Beth wanted me to do it or I even remotely
consent to it of my own free will. "Beth, I guess I have to do it cause
of Emily and Carol. They took my picture and will show it to everybody
if I don't do it. But nobody ever better find out and I'm not your
sister and never will be," I shouted.

"Take off your dresses you two and then get your pretty slips on.
You're both going to look so pretty, really just like twins. Beth
remember last years Easter dress? Remember, how Mom got us matching
dresses and she had the matching Mother dress. Well I really hated it
but you liked it. So now we'll see if you two really look like twins in
those outfits," Carol stated with enthusiasm.

I stood in front of the girls in nothing but panties and then Carol
handed me white nylon and lace panties and instructed me to change. I
reluctantly did so with my back to them. Next a white nylon full-length
lace slip was draped over my head and arms. The lacy hem tickled my
thighs as the fullness billowed around them. The slippery material was
even more erotic a feel over the nylon panties. I actually shivered and
goose bumps appeared on my body.

Carol saw it first and then called to Emily, "Emily, look, look here!
Look his nipples are sticking out in the slip just like a girls. Boy's
nipples don't do that, do they? She reached out and gently rubbed my
nipple through the thin satiny material of the slip giving me even more
goose bumps. "Look Emily, I think he even likes his titties touched
just like a girl."

Emily giggled, "I think your right. He's got titties like a girl. He'll
probably grow breasts and have to wear a bra when he's older."

"I'm not a girl and I'm not going to grow breasts. I can't help it you
made my nipples stick out. They have always done that when they get
really cold," I whined. Tears trickled out the corners of my eyes.

Next the white satin and light blue chiffon dress was drawn down over
my head. The dress buttoned up the back. The short sleeves were puffed
and gathered with little bows on the sleeve edges. The ribbon sash belt
was tied in a big bow in back of me and the end hung almost to the
short hem of the dress. The lacy slip pushed the dress out making it
stick out away from my legs but just made the frilly slip tickle my
legs that much more.

"Now sit down so we can change your socks and shoes," Carol ordered.
And I was soon sporting white and blue lace top socks and a pair of
white shinny patent leather Mary Jane style shoes with gold buckles on
the straps. Then without notice Emily was tying the short ponytails
with long blue and white ribbons to match the outfit.

I sat in embarrassed silence looking down at my smooth legs sticking
out of the frothy dress and slip. I was hoping this was the end and I'd
be able to return to my boy clothes or at least the sundress Mom had me
in earlier. This made me look like a four year old and I guess I knew
now why Carol hated wearing this outfit for Easter last year. Beth had
dressed herself mostly. Carol and Emily finished her with pink hair
ribbons to match her dress and white and pink lace top socks.

"Okay Bobbi, Stand up here beside your sister and let's have a look at
you two," Carol again ordered. I complied.

"Wow Carol, you've got two darling little twin sisters now," Emily
teased. "Just look at them. There's no boys here, are there? Look at
Bobbi. He really does look like a girl doesn't he."

"Yeah he sure does look like a girl. And you two are twins for sure.
Come on let's go see what Mom thinks about her two little angels. Maybe
she'll let us take you out for ice cream," Carol joined the teasing.

"Oh we do look alike Bobbi. Look, Look in the mirror at us," Beth
gleefully shouted her voice raising with joyfulness at having a twin
sister.

Tears welled in my eyes, tears of humiliation. I couldn't see my boy
self in the mirror. I did look like a gosh darned girl. "I'm not going
anywhere. Get me out of this dress and get the paint off my nails," I
half shouted. "I'm a boy. I'm not a girl and I don't look like any
girl."

"Oh little sister you'll stay in your dress till I tell you otherwise
unless you want all your buddies to see how you dress when you're not
in school," Carol replied as she grabbed my arm pulling me out of her
room followed by Beth and Emily. "And you don't look like a girl? Well
let's see what Mom thinks."

I didn't wait long as we almost ran head first into my Mother as we
exited the room. She did a double take looking first at me and then
Beth and back at me once again. "My goodness, what do we have here?
Bobbi, you really do look like Beth's twin dressed like that. What are
you doing, playing dress-up with the girls?" she ask in a mocking tone.
She laughed lightly covering her mouth in the womanly fashion to
conceal her mirth. "I didn't expect you'd like wearing your sister's
clothes so much and I love your nail polish."

"Mom, please," I said as I stifled a sob. "I don't want to do this.
Carol made me do it. Mom, I'm your son, I'm a boy. Make her let me get
dressed right."

"Mom he said he would do it. We didn't make him. Ask Emily or Beth. He
just got all upset after he saw himself and Beth together and saw that
he really does look like a girl, not a boy. In fact he didn't even say
no when we said we were going to ask to take him and Beth out for ice
cream in his pretty dress. Did you Bobbi?" Carol defended herself.

"But, you never ask me... You just said you were. I thought you were
just teasing me. I'm not going anywhere like this," I retorted.

"Well you look like your dressed right to me," Mom teased.

"Who's dressed right," cam the question from behind me as my Dad came
from his room from his sleep. He looked to the four of us standing
before Mom without recognition of whom he was seeing. As we turned to
his voice he finally saw me in the dress and hair ribbons. "What the...
Bobbi what are you..." His memory came back I assumed as the shock of
seeing me in a dress and then remembering his punishment orders settled
back to the forefront of his mind. "I... Well I... are you wearing the
diaper yet?" He stammered.

"No Daddy, we had him put on panties to wear my Easter dress. Don't be
mad at him, please. We'll make sure he doesn't pee his panties," Carol
interjected as she raised the hem of my dress and slip to expose my
pantied bottom top my Dad. I burst into tears as I pulled away and
sought refuge in the closest room being Carol's room.

"Mary, we need to talk. You kids go play now." Dad commanded.

As soon as my Dad and Mom we're alone and out of our ear shot the
conversation began. "Mary, what's going on? I only meant for him to be
put in a dress and a diaper to embarrass him enough that he'd stop his
wetting accidents. I didn't mean for you to turn him into a girl, for
God's sake."

"Paul, calm down. I didn't put him in the outfit he's wearing and I
certainly didn't paint his fingernails and put the ribbons in his hair.
I did suggest to him he might be more comfortable if he look more like
a girl today in case anyone happened to see him. I thought if they
mistook him for a girl and didn't see him as a boy in a dress that word
wouldn't get around about him. And I did tell him he could wear the
panties rather than the diaper at least until you got up. I mean it's
pretty hard to hide a diapered bottom under a dress and I really think
he's been punished enough."

"Well, I would have said so too if I hadn't checked him last night and
found he wet the diaper you put on him last night."

"Paul be realistic. After the trauma he suffered yesterday it's a
wonder he didn't do more. I really don't think diapering him again is
going to help things."

"Well you're probably right about that. But what's he doing all dressed
up like a girl. Shit, I couldn't tell him from Beth for a minute or
two. You said, you didn't do it so are we raising a faggot or cross
dresser as a son?"

"Well I don't know exactly why he's all dolled up the way he is. I
first thought it was Carol and her mean pranks but when you scolded him
he burst into tears. Maybe it's a stage he's going through or maybe
there is something wrong with him. I really don't know but your
expressions or anger or rejection aren't going to resolve the problem
or allow us to discover what's really going on. And keep your voice
down, he doesn't need to hear those things from you right now. I
suspicion that forcing him into a dress and diapers may have brought
something in him to the surface, but I just don't know for sure."

"So what's your solution to this? Turn your son into a girl? Shall we
just castrate him too while we're at it? Or maybe we just start
pretending he really is a girl, send him to school as a girl, and hope
he gets a nice guy to take him to the prom."

"Paul settle down. Stop talking nonsense. What I think we need to do
right now is quit teasing him and humiliating him. We don't have to
encourage him to dress like a girl but we can't act like he's some
monster or pervert when he chooses do so. When he's dressed like a girl
just treat him like you do your other daughters and when he's dressed
like a boy treat him like your son and encourage him as a boy."

"Okay, okay I hear you. I don't like it but I'll try it. I'll try for a
little while anyway, but I'm not going to turn our son into a girl if I
can help it. Have you thought about the consequences of what you're
suggesting? What are our relatives going to think if they see him
sashaying around in a dress? Do you think if his friends see him in
dresses they're not going to tease him or they'll forget about him
wearing dresses and panties when he starts school?"

"All I can tell you is that we will try to keep this as secret as
possible and confined until we find out what's going on and how we can
treat it. And I'm glad you recognize that it's our son, not just my son
and it's our problem not just my problem or his." Was Mom's final words
as she marched off to finish what ever chores she had stared before the
interruption.

Meanwhile in Carol's room the three girls huddled around me as I lay
across Beth's bed quietly sobbing. The slip had my dress pushed up in
back and I hadn't realized or cared that my white satin covered bottom
was exposed to the girls view.

"Come on Bobbi, quit your bawling like a baby. And I see we're going to
have to teach you about wearing dresses. Sit up and pull your dress
down your giving everybody a good show of your bottom. What are you
bawling about anyway? Mom and Dad weren't mad that you were wearing a
dress and look like a girl. Heck Mom didn't even get mad cause you we
wearing fingernail polish. Boy when I was your age and got into her
nail polish she really got mad at me." Carol said.

I turned over and sat up pulling the short hem down over my knees as I
stifled the sobs. "You lied. You told Mom I wanted to wear this dress
and everything. You said I wanted to go out for ice cream like this.
I'll get you back. I will. You lied and Mom believed you. Then you let
Dad see me and I know he's really mad at me." I sniffled.

"Bobby, I don't think Daddy was mad at you. He didn't even make you put
a diaper back on or nothing. I think he thinks your real pretty as a
girl. I even think you're prettier than me. And doesn't it feel nice to
wear pretty dresses? Don't you like the way they feel on you and how
pretty you look in them?" Beth tried consoling me.

"No, Beth. I don't like wearing dresses and I don't want to be pretty.
I'm a boy. I want to be handsome, not pretty. And I don't like
dresses."

"Oh you don't like dresses, don't you? Well maybe you'd prefer a cute
little skirt and top. Any boy who allows himself to be put in dresses 
and diapers, have his hair put in ponytails and ribbons and even have
his nails painted can't tell me he doesn't like it," Emily adding her
two cents. "Oh and here's your dolly the one you got your picture taken
with," She added as she tossed the doll at me forcing me to catch it
next to my chest wrapping both arms around it.

That was the picture as Mom opened the door to see me on the bed with
my arms wrapped around the dolly and tears drying on my cheeks. "Oh...
ah, well here Carol, here's some money for ice cream. It's probably a
good idea if you girls get out of the house a little on such a nice
day. Just don't dawdle around and get back here for lunch. Did Beth
give you that doll to play with Bobby? That was very nice of you Beth,"
Mom said as she recovered from her start at seeing me apparently
cuddling a doll baby in my arms.

"Mom, I don't want no ice cream. I'm not going anywhere in this dress.
Please can I wear my own clothes now," I pleaded.

Beth was adding, "Oh Mommy he can have that dolly for his own. I don't
care. Emily even took his picture when he was sleeping with it."

Mom thinking she needed to comfort me and re assure me everything was
okay said, "Okay you three out. Go on down stairs and get ready for
your walk. I want to talk with Bobby for a minute."

As they left Mom and I alone Carol left a parting shot, "Mom he's just
worried about going out, but I told him no one could tell he wasn't a
real girl. You tell him too. Maybe he'll listen to you."

I sneered at her as she left and Mom began, "Look now here sweetie pie,
I don't pretend to understand everything. But your Dad and I had a long
talk. He really thinks you make a really pretty girl and he doesn't
care if you like to pretend to be a girl and put on girls clothes and
such. But if you're going to want to be going outside as a girl you
really must be sure you look and act like a girl all the time your
outside. So I don't want you going out unless you check with me first
so we can make sure you look just like the pretty girl you look like
now, okay?"

"But Mom I'm a boy. Did Dad really say he wanted me to be a girl?
Doesn't he like me when I'm a boy?"

"I know and yes and no. Your Dad and I both know you're our little boy,
our son. Your Dad just thinks when you're all dolled up like he saw you
today that you make a really pretty looking girl. And your Dad loves
you whether you're being his son or pretending to be his little girl.
You probably don't even know why this is happening to you right now but
someday when you're older you'll understand. Right now we just want you
to be happy. And we both think you really don't mind being thought of
as a girl or wearing girl's clothes, now do you?"

I was confused. What was Mom telling me? Was she telling me that her
and Dad wanted me to be a girl sometimes and a boy sometimes? We're
they going to be mad at me or not like me if I didn't pretend to be a
girl? In my confused state I couldn't think straight. I wanted my Mom
and Dad to love me. I didn't want to hurt them but I didn't want to be
a girl either. I guess in my mind I decided for right now to try and
make them happy, at least until I could explain all this to them.
"Well, I... I... guess it would be alright sometimes, if it makes you
and Daddy happy and I don't have to wear diapers anymore," I replied as
I sought to at least get out of ever having my bottom diapered again.

"Oh your Dad isn't going to make you wear diaper again. We just have to
be careful not to have anymore accidents now that you're a big girl,"
Mom said as she took my hand and pulled me up off the bed. "Are you
going to take your dolly with you for ice cream, dear," She questioned
lovingly as I still had the dolly clasp to my body with one arm.

I dropped the dolly and headed down the stairs to meet my fate with my
sister's and Emily. I knew now I was bound for the ice cream shop in
the frilly dress and all the rest. I just hoped that no one would
recognize me, we wouldn't see anyone I knew, and no one would ever even
think I was a boy in a dress and panties.

Carol, Emily and Beth were awaiting my arrival as they stood by the
door way to the outside world. I stopped short. I couldn't do this. I
couldn't go outside like this. I'm a boy and someone would know. I was
suddenly very embarrassed for myself standing here in girl's clothes,
girl's clothes that made me look like a four-year-old girl not the six-
year-old boy I really was.

"Oh come on little sister, I can't wait to show you all the fun we
girls have outside," Carol chided as she reach out to grab me by the
arm pulling me towards the door. Her grip was tight hurting my arm as I
resisted and attempted to pull away as she drug me towards the now open
doorway.

"Carol, please I don't want to do this. Please don't make me go out.
I'll do anything you want but don't make me go outside like this," I
whined as tears formed in my eyes.

"Oh I know you'll do anything I want, don't I? And I know your going to
the ice cream shop with us and your going to be the best little girl in
the world too, just like you want to be, " Carol announced and then
leaning close whispered in my ear. "I mean you wouldn't want anyone to
know you were really a sissy boy wearing his sister's clothes now,
would you? And I know you don't want all the new friends you'll meet in
school this year to see your sissy pictures. Now straighten yourself up
and be a nice girl."

Beth took my other hand and all of a sudden we were outside on the
street. The warm air breezed under my dress and petticoats. I had worn
shorts lots of times in the summer but the air never felt like this on
my legs before. I instinctively reached a hand down in an attempt to
tuck the dress down between my legs in front. This only forced the back
of the dress up and more new sensations as the air found a new track up
my legs and around my pantied bottom.

"Oh Bobbi, you look so nice. Come on let's skip," Beth gleefully
shouted as she took my hand pulling me forward oblivious to my
discontent, red face, and tear filled eyes.

So there I was hesitantly holding hands with my little sister, both of
us in Easter finery skipping down the sidewalk in front of Carol and
Emily. I just knew this skipping was not the thing girls in dresses as
short as theses should be doing. I just knew we had to be showing a lot
more than we should be exposing to the public. I continued to try and
find a way to dampen the flounce of the dress and petticoats with my
free hand.

"I can't believe it. Look at those two. They really do look like twins
playing dress-up. I can't believe your brother would go along with this
regardless of the threats. Do you think that maybe he likes being a
sissy and wearing girls clothes?" Emily queried.

"Bobby? Geeze I don't think so. I mean he was almost bawling when we
pulled him out the door. I can't believe Mom went along with this. I
can't believe she would do this for punishment. I mean I almost feel
sorry for the kid. I guess the only thing is that he does look so much
like a girl that no one will probably know any different."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Maybe he does like being dressed up like a
girl and your Mother knows he does and she's just helping him along. I
mean I can't even imagine any boy letting himself be dressed up like
that and then going out in public. Look at him skipping along just like
a little girl with his dress flopping up and down," Emily said and then
giggled. "I was just thinking do you see how you looked in that dress
on Easter? I mean like you looked like a five-year-old too. You just
needed a big lollipop in your hand to complete the picture," she
laughed.

"Well, I didn't have a choice anymore than Bobbi does now. My Mother
bought our Easter dresses. I wanted one of those long skirts and tops
with the sequins but Mom wouldn't have any part of it. Well, maybe I'll
get to hand-me-down more of my clothes to my new little sissy brother
and I'll be able to get more new ones."

"What are you going to tell your friends if they find out about your
brother who likes to wear dresses and diapers? I mean like it would be
like so weird to have a sissy brother and have everyone know it."

"Oh Emily, I don't think he's really a sissy. I bet he really hates
what Mom and Dad did to him and I know he hates what we did, but I owe
him. He is always tattling on me. Now I have something on him that I'll
never have to worry about that anymore. And if I have too I'll see he
gets put back in girl's clothes enough to provide me ammunition till
he's old enough to drive. I don't plan on telling people about him.
Like, could you imagine what they'd do to him in school if they ever
found out he was wearing dresses and diapers or even girl's panties?
No, if he gets to enjoying it too much I'll just remind him of what
might happen if it got out at school. You have to promise me not to
tell our friends about him."

"I won't say a word. But who are you going to say he is if we run into
anyone we know? And what about George? He's a real blabber mouth."

"Don't worry about George, I have enough on him he won't tell anyone.
And if we see anyone we know I'll just tell them she's my cousin. But,
she'll need a name. What do you think?"

"Oh it has to be something cute and real girly too. I know. How about
Laurie Ann. Doesn't that sound sweet and girly? Yuck, could you imagine
if your parents had named you that? Laurieeeeeee Annnnnnnnn!" Emily
giggled at her own humor.

"Sounds good to me. Laurie Ann it will be. Bobbi wait up a minute."

I stopped our skipping at the command of Carol to wait up. I thought
maybe she was going to relent that she would tell me it was all over
and I could go home and get out of this dress and be a real boy again.
It wasn't to be.

As she and Emily approached she said, "Listen, your name is going to
Laurie Ann when you're wearing girl's clothes. If we run into anyone we
know you're going to be Laurie Ann our cousin who's visiting with us.
You understand, sissy?"

"But... but Carol, please let's just go home so we don't see anyone.
Please, they will know who I am and I'll kill myself," I pleaded.

"Just shut up and walk like a little lady, Laurie Ann. We are going to
get ice cream and that's final. If you don't like it then I'll
introduce you as Bobby, my little sissy brother who likes to wear
dresses and diapers."

I knew I was defeated my humiliation would continue. I would be Laurie
Ann. I would be the best Laurie Ann I could be if it would keep anyone
else from discovering the truth. I turned taking Beth's hand in silence
and started walking towards the ice cream shop.

Beth had continuous chatter going as we walked, "Bobbi, I like your new
name, Laurie Ann. It's so pretty, just like you. Now you can play dolls
and dress-up with me and be my sister Laurie Ann or my cousin if you
like that betters. We can get Carol and Mom's old clothes out of the
attic and have lots of fun dressing up. Sometime Mom will even give me
some of her old make-up to play with."

"Beth, I'm a boy and I don't like pretending to be a girl and I'm not
your sister or your cousin. I'm your brother, a boy," I retorted a
little louder than I had expected. It was then that recognition and
reality came back into focus. I saw ahead of us in the front yard of a
home a group of boys working on their bikes. I knew the one and he knew
me. It was Charley Roberts from my kindergarten class. He was looking
right at us. I hesitated and was considering turning and running as
Beth tightened her grip on my hand. It was too late. He had seen me
already. If he was going to recognize me he had already done so. I was
awaiting the verbal assault I knew was coming. I could hear it now in
my mind, "Bobby the sissy. Hey little sissy boy are you going to wear
dresses to school too? Do you wear your sister's panties or did your
Mommy buy her little sissy boy his own to wear?" The words never came.

Instead Charley called to Beth, "Hey Beth. Where's your dufuss brother?
We're going to play some ball over at the park this afternoon and we
need some more players. Is he at home?"

"Ah... well, no Charley, I don't think he's home right now," Beth
giggled at knowing Bobby was right there in front of Charley wearing a
dress and ribbons in his hair. "I don't think he wants to play ball
today he was playing something else, I think. Oh this is my cousin
Laurie Ann, she's the same age as you and my brother."

Charley just shrugged. Certainly not wanting any introductions to
girls. Yuck, he thought, that's the trouble with talking to girls you
ask a simple question and it's like they want to be part of you friends
or something. He replied, "Yeah, whatever. I'll check before we go over
and see if he's back then."

"Aren't you even going to say hello to my cousin, Laurie Ann?" Beth
continued. "Laurie Ann this is Bobby's friend, Charley, say hello to
Charley. Hey Charley Laurie Ann likes to play baseball, can she play
too."

"Yeah, like get real. Hello and goodbye Laurie Ann. I'm sure you'd play
ball real good in your dress and pretty little shoes, but I think we
have enough guys to play already," Charley retorted as he turn his
attention back to the group and the bike repairs. Odd, he thought, that
girl, what's her name, sure looked familiar. Oh Bobby's cousin he
guessed that was why. She was pretty cute for a girl that is. He
laughed to himself as he pictured in his mind a girl in a dress,
especially a fancy dress like she was wearing playing baseball. Her
little panties showing every time she bent over to pick up a ball or
sliding into the plate with her dress wrapped up around her chest. Oh
well, stupid girls anyway.

My heart was racing. I couldn't believe my little sister spoke to him.
And then telling him my name and that I like to play baseball. I was
sure he was going to recognize me. After all, we had been in the same
morning kindergarten class for a whole school year. Well, I did like to
play ball but I sure wasn't going to be playing ball in this outfit.

We finally arrived at the ice cream shop and we ordered our cones from
old Mr. Vickers. He didn't recognize me but always seemed to pay
special attention to the girls who frequented his shop. And it did seem
to me that I got a bigger scoop of ice cream in my cone than I ever did
from him when I was a regular boy. No one knew exactly how old Mr.
Vickers really was with his shiny baldhead fringed with white fuzzy
hair. He wore funny looking glasses that sat on the end of his nose as
he peered down through them at you. But I did notice how brilliant and
warm his smile was as he outdid himself in coddling to our orders. Hey
I never had this kind of service or the nice smile from him before.
From now on I'd get one of my sister's to order for me in here.

As Mr. Vickers filled our orders he attempted to engage us in
conversation and certainly flatter us as in his sweetest voice he said,
"Oh my my what brings such a lovely group of young ladies out for ice
cream today? My what pretty lasses you are and I love those pretty l
dresses you two are wearing. Is it a special occasion?"

Beth batting her long lashes responded, "Oh thank you Mr. Vickers. This
is my cousin, Laurie Ann. She's visiting me. This was my Easter dress
and Laurie Ann has my sister's Easter dress on."

We all had our cones in our hands as Mr. Vickers continued, "Well
Laurie Ann you are certainly a pretty thing in that dress, from your
pretty ribbons in your hair clear down to those lovely shiny shoes."
Mr. Vickers was leaning over the top over the counter to get a closer
view of the little girls in front of him. "Laurie Ann, would you like
to see all the different ice creams I have back here in really big
buckets?"

"Ah... ah, no thank you sir," I mumbled quite embarrassed by the
attention this old man was paying me. It didn't seem just right but I
wasn't sure about any of it. I just wanted to take my ice cream and get
back within the confines of my house before anyone else could see me.

Carol giggled as she encouraged the situation, "Oh go ahead Laurie Ann.
Mr. Vickers is nice enough to show you, you should go back there behind
the counter and see all the different things. Go on now and do it, I
hate to have Mom find out you were rude to Mr. Vickers." Followed by,
which I couldn't hear, as she whispered to Emily, "This should be good.
He's just an old pervert. He's always trying to get girls behind the
counter with him to cop a feel or get a look up there dresses. My Mom
warned me never to go behind the counter with him."

Under the threat and reluctantly I walked to the end of the counter as
Mr. Vickers held the gate open for me to join him behind the counter.
He took my free hand and led me back to the row of freezers and opening
the tops said, "There now just stand up on your tippy toes and look in
there. Did you ever see so much ice cream?" He was now behind me as I
stood on tip toes to look over the edge of the cooler. The front of my
dress was pressed hard against the cooler and I really wasn't thinking
about the back. Mr. Vickers certainly was as the dress and crinolines
rode up in back they crawled up my smooth legs until the pink panties
with the lace ruffles were exposed to his view. I had done the
obligatory viewing of the ice cream storage and was ready to retreat to
the safety of the outside.

It was then I felt Mr. Vickers hands on my bare thighs as he coaxed,
"Here let me help you so you can see better." His bony finger clasp
high up on my thighs under my dress as he lifted me up still pressed
against the cooler edge. He pressed his body hard against mine as he
pinned me to the cooler and sliding his hands up my legs and over my
panties pushing my dress up as he did so. His hands continued as I was
trapped and they slide up my sides as his fingers were discretely
lodged over my hardening nipples. I was about to panic as I could feel
his penis pushing against my exposed bottom and it was hard.

I squirmed and pushed back to finally be freed of his grip. My face was
flushed and my ears felt like they were on fire. "Ah... thanks Mr.
Vickers, I got to go now," I stammered as I pushed past him and gained
my escape to the three girls huddled together giggling at there
brother's plight.

We hurriedly exited.

Diapered and Dressed Part 3
I was being dragged out of the ice cream shop with my cone 
in hand after the humiliation of being felt up by Mr. 
Vickers.  Carol and Emily were all giggles and laughs, as 
they knew very well the humiliation I had just suffered at 
the hands of Mr. Vickers.  I, on the other hand, just 
wanted to enjoy the oversized cone provide me as a girl and 
then get back to the safety of our house.

The walk back was uneventful and I had almost forgotten I 
was wearing the Easter Dress with all it’s pinning and 
ribbons in my hair.  Beth’s ice cream was melting more than 
she was eating as she continued her chatter about how nice 
it was to have a sister, Laurie Ann, and how much fun we 
were going to have as sisters.  I was beyond arguing any 
more with her, as she just didn’t hear me when I told her I 
was her brother and would never wear dresses and girls 
things again.

We found the safety of home as Mom had lunch set up for us.  
Dad had already left for his afternoon shift at the plant.  
As we entered the house Mom inspected the three of us and 
after a tsk, tsk shake of the head said, “Well you girls 
look as if you enjoyed your outing.  Lunch will be ready in 
a little while.  I think you had better go wipe your faces, 
it would appear you have more ice cream on your faces than 
you do in your tummies. 

“Mom, please stop calling me a girl.  Can I get out of this 
dress and things now?  Pleaseeeeeeeee,” I whined.

Well, Bobbi, I didn’t make you wear a dress today.  If I 
recall correctly you were already dressed and planning on 
going out for ice cream with you sister and Emily.  You do 
what you want honey.  You can be a girl today or change if 
you want too,” Mom responded.  She wondered why he was 
putting up a fuss now about being dressed and made up as a 
pretty girl.  She then added, “You do make a lovely looking 
girl, but you should be a little more careful about going 
out dressed like that.  Your liable to meet some of your 
classmates and they’ll be expecting to see a girl in class 
with them, not a boy.”

“Mom, I didn’t really want to be dressed like this.  Carol 
and Emily made me, honest.  I’m not ever going to wear a 
dress again, Mom.”

“Whatever you say dear.  I’m sure your Father will be glad 
to hear that.  Now, if your going to change you better 
hurry before lunch is ready.”

“Mom, why don’t you make him say dressed so he can play 
dolls with Beth.  He’s the one who put the clothes on this 
morning.  We just helped him a little,” Carol added.

“Carol, if your sister… I mean brother is tired of the 
games he can do has he pleases.  Now just go wash up and 
leave your brother alone,” Mom ordered.

And so I rushed to my room and in nanoseconds had the 
dress, slip, shoes, socks and panties in a pile and was 
back into my boy clothes of jeans and tee shirt.  I kicked 
the frillies into a pile, not wanting to touch them with my 
hands.  I left them in the pile, including the fancy Easter 
dress, knowing Mom would be following behind to retrieve 
them and dispose of them properly.

I ate a light lunch, as I was still full from the oversized 
ice cream cone Mr. Vickers had so kindly provided.  Not 
much was said during lunch except for Beth attempting to 
cajole me into playing dolls with her, which in no 
uncertain terms I refused to do or ever consider doing 
again in my lifetime.  Emily was there with Carol for lunch 
and they bothered me with their secretive giggles and 
whispers around the table.  I ignored them.

It was late in the afternoon Mom called me from my 
television program to come upstairs to my room.  There she 
was sorting through the pile of girl clothes I had kicked 
into a pile.  The expression on her face was not one of 
pleasure.  “Bobbi, did you make this mess?  What were you 
thinking?  This is not the way we treat our good clothes - 
or any clothes for that matter.  Now take these under 
clothes and put them in your laundry basket and then come 
back here and I’ll show you how to properly hang your dress 
and slip,” Mom said, rather annoyed.

I took the under-things and to the laundry basket but had 
heard her refer to the dress and slip as mine.  “Mom 
shouldn’t these things be put in the girls laundry?  And 
those aren’t my dress and slip, those are Carol’s, not 
mine.”

“Laundry is laundry.  They all go to the same place.  Now 
come over here hand straighten this dress out.  Turn it 
right side out and give it a shake by the shoulders to 
straighten it out while I find a hanger.”

I did as told, but not with any enthusiasm.  Actually 
getting a little red in the cheeks as I had to hold the 
dress in front of me as I shook it out after having to 
handle it to turn it right-side out.  It was a very pretty 
dress.  Gosh, where did that come from, I hated dresses.  I 
would never wear one again.

“OK, here’s a hanger.  Slip the dress on the hanger and 
then lay it on the bed and button the top button in back so 
it won’t slide off.  Now this is a special hanger for your 
slip.  See it has little notches to hold the straps so it 
doesn’t slip off the hanger.”

I, rather embarrassed by all of this, accomplished the task 
and both items were laid on the bed.  

“Now hang your dress and slip in your closet.”

“Mom!  These aren’t my clothes.  They don’t belong in my 
closet.  I’ll put them back in Carol’s closet where they 
belong.  It’s not my dress or slip.  I’ll never wear them 
again,” I retorted almost in tears.

Mom just looked at me with her hands on her hips but in a 
most cajoling way, you know the ones they use when they 
think their kids are cute or special and said, “Well there 
isn’t much room in her closet anymore so why don’t you just 
do like I ask and put them in your closet.  They won’t bite 
you, you know.  And it might help you to remember to not be 
lazy about your toilet habits.  Besides you never know when 
you may want to play dress up with your sister’s again.”  
She smiled as she made her last remark.

“Mom, I told you it wouldn’t ever happen again.  I’m going 
to be real careful. And I’m not ever going to play dress 
up,” I replied as I hung the dress and slip in my closet 
and pushed the as far back in the corner as possible.

Later that afternoon George, Emily and Carol were at the 
house.  They were playing a board game and Beth was nearby 
playing with her dolls.  I had been working on a model 
plane in my room and then came downstairs for a break and 
to get something to drink.  It was George who started upon 
seeing me cross the room.

“My, my what pretty hair ribbons you have there little 
girl.  They’d look much better if you were wearing your 
dress,” he laughed as the girls turned to look and me and 
burst into fits of giggles and pointing.  I had forgotten 
all about the blue and white ribbons holding my hair in 
ponytails when I had got undressed.  I automatically 
reached up and grabbed the ponytails and ribbons.  My face 
turned crimson.

“Oh you should have seen Bobbi earlier in his pretty dress 
and all at the ice cream shop.  Old Mr. Vickers really 
liked him in all his pretties,” Carol teased.

“Well maybe he just left his pretty ribbons in so he could 
play dollies with his little sister,” George went on.

Emily added, “Well he’s probably still wearing his pretty 
panties and camisole under his boy clothes.  Are you 
Bobbi?”

I tugged frantically at the ribbons and ponytails suffering 
pain as they did not want to release.  The ribbons were 
platted into the beginnings of the ponytails.  I turned to 
retreat upstairs with a parting shot, “I don’t wear 
dresses.  Carol and Emily did this to my hair.  I just 
forgot.”

Beth had followed me up to my room as I sat on the bed 
trying to undo the ponytails and tears silently rolling 
down my cheeks from the humiliation suffered once again.  I 
would cut my own hair off if I couldn’t get a hair cut.  I 
wouldn’t care what it looked like.  At least it wouldn’t be 
long and I couldn’t ever have it in ponytails again.

Beth said, “Here Bobbi, let me help you.  I know those are 
hard to undo sometimes.”  She sat next to me as I resigned 
myself to expert help.  She was quite gentle as she undid 
the hair plats And ribbons.  She then picked up a brush and 
brushed the ponytails out but little did I realize that 
even with the ponytails gone she had managed to brush it 
into a girly style.  The hair parted in the middle and 
front as bangs fell over my forehead and the hair hung 
round my shoulders.

We ate supper in mostly silence.  Mom did ask me why I took 
my ponytails and ribbons out.  I told her I had forgotten 
about them till this afternoon and then Beth helped me.  
She simply added that she thought my hair looked very nice 
even without the ponytails.  Carol giggled.  I knew then I 
would cut all my hair off.

I didn’t cut my hair.  I was afraid what punishment might 
loom ahead if I really botched it up.  Life went on.  Carol 
occasionally would tease me and ask if I’d like to try on 
some of her other dresses or skirts.  Beth would sometimes 
hound me to play dolls or house with her.  And occasionally 
I did play dolls with her but with my action figures and in 
my own clothes.  The under clothes I had worn that day 
showed up in my bottom dresser drawer.  The mary-jane style 
shoes to match the dress were in my closet on the floor.  I 
thought about complaining but figured it wouldn’t do any 
good anyway.  Even the ruffled rumba panties I was forced 
to wear over the diaper that first day were in my bottom 
drawer.

Dad would occasional tease me about being one of his three 
daughters.  I think he was really just trying to reassure 
himself that I was really his son, as I would object 
strenuously and vehemently to his teasing.  Mom, on the 
other hand, was as nice as pie to me but her teasing, if 
that’s what it was, was more hidden.  Every time she 
brought new clothes home for my sister she would always 
make sure I saw every item, from panties to shorts, tops, 
to dresses, socks and shoes.  Always with the same dialog, 
don’t you think these are really pretty, aren’t these cute, 
don’t you think this color will look so nice with Beth’s 
hair color.  I wish your clothes were so easy to buy as for 
girls.  

I would usually make some noncommittal remark like "Oh yeah 
sure, If that’s what they like", or "Yeah really nice girly 
stuff."  She was always after me about my hair, telling me 
how it would be long till I got it cut for school but how I 
had to keep it neat while it was long.  I was subjected to 
shampoo and conditioners and if I didn’t insist on a low 
bunched ponytail with a gum band to hold it, it was brushed 
much the same as Beth had done with it.  On more than one 
occasion with my hair down strangers called me little girl.

Carol was in a growth spurt.  It seemed Mom always had to 
buy her new clothes or shoes.  I think she even got her 
first training bra that summer.  That and the fact she 
didn’t consider herself a little girl anymore like Beth, 
but mature and looking to style herself out of girly stuff 
to preteen hot stuff.  

The summer had grown hot.  I was now in shorts most of the 
time with a tank top or tee shirt.  I even had sandals on 
most of the time.  The girls were into shorts or sun 
dresses.  It was a hot, late July day I was playing outside 
flying my balsa wood airplane.  I saw Carol and Emily come 
into the back yard and paid little attention to them.  They 
approached me rather nonchalantly, watching the plane I was 
flying do it’s rolls and tumbles.  It was too late for me 
when it happened.  I was watching the planes flips as Carol 
reached out and grabbing the waistband of my denim shorts 
and pulled them forward with the other hand pressed against 
my stomach.  Emily then produced a glass from behind her 
back and poured it’s contents down in the front of my 
shorts. I screamed and pulled away as liquid soaked the 
front of my shorts, my under wear and ran down my legs into 
my sandals.  “What are you two doing,” I shouted.  “Why did 
you do that?  What did you pour on me?  I’m telling Mom.  
Your really in for it now, both of you.”

Emily had quickly exited through the backyard fence gate 
with the glass still in her hand.  Carol then told me my 
fate.  ‘Well, go ahead and tell Mom.  Go on go in and tell 
her how you peed you pants again.  And Dad’s still home 
lets wake him and tell him too.”

“I’ll tell them you and Emily poured water on me.  Mom will 
know the truth.”

“Emily?  Emily here?  I don’t see her.  I haven’t seen her 
all day and neither has Mom.  And that’s not just water.  
Can’t you smell it?  It’s pee water from the toilet.  Come 
on sissy baby let’s go tell Mom now,” she said as she 
grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me towards the 
house.

‘No, no, wait Carol.  Please don’t tell her.  Don’t wake 
Dad.  Please I’ll really get my bum beat if they find out.”  
I was crying now anticipating the beating I would get.  Put 
back in diapers and dressed like a baby girl.  And Dad said 
he’d send me to school in diapers if I did it again.  What 
was I going to do?  Would Mom believe me?  How could I make 
her believe that Carol and Emily did this that it wasn’t me 
at all?

Carol stopped as we neared the porch and pushed me back 
against the wall of the house.  “OK sissy, if you don’t 
want Mom and Dad to find out you pissed in your pants again 
your going to do everything I tell you to do.  And if Mom 
or Dad or anyone asks your going to tell them it was your 
idea that you like what it is your doing.  Do you 
understand?”

“I… I..  I guess so.  What do I have to do?  I’ll do the 
dishes for you or what ever.  I promise just don’t tell Mom 
or Dad,” I sniffled.  “I didn’t pee my pants and you know 
it.  Why are you doing this to me?  Please let me sneak in 
and change my clothes and I won’t ever tell what you did.”

“Oh I know your not going to tell and yes I’m going to help 
you sneak in and change your clothes.  Remember I’m going 
to keep your shorts and underwear in a bag just like they 
are now and if you don’t do like I say I’ll just give them 
to Mom and tell her you did it again.  Now come on up to my 
room and be quiet so we can get your clothes changed.”

Once, we were in Carol’s room she closed the door and told 
me to get out of my wet shorts and underwear.  I took off 
the shorts and was reluctant to take off my underwear in 
front of her she simply said, “OK don’t, I’ll just take 
these to Mom and tell her your waiting for her in my room.”

I shucked out on my boxers and she held out a plastic bag 
to drop them in accompanied by my shorts.  I t was then Mom 
called upstairs, “Carol, are you up there?  Emily’s here - 
should I send her up?”

“Yeah Mom, tell her to come up,” replied Carol.  Then 
turning to me, she said, “Ok sissy get your shirt off and 
lay down on my bed while I get you some clothes.”  

This sounded bad.  Why couldn’t I get my own clothes?  I 
knew in the back of my mind what she was up to and once 
again tears started seeping out and over my cheeks as I lay 
on her bed curled up in a fetal position trying to hide my 
embarrassment. 

Emily came through the door and almost in a whisper, as she 
looked at me naked on the bed, “Wow, you mean he agreed to 
it?  Man I don’t believe it.  I thought he’d be crying to 
his Mommy or his Mommy would be her diapering him again.”

“Oh don’t worry about the crybaby, he’s going to do 
everything we tell him to do.  And he’s going to tell 
everyone it was his idea and he likes it.  Aren’t you 
little sissy?  Well, I can’t hear you, sissy?” Carol 
smirked.

“I finally had to murmur a sniffled, “y..e.sss”

“Here Emily, you can clean our little girly baby up and 
powder her bottom while I find her, her diaper and pins.  
Come on sissy, roll over here and spread those little legs 
so Aunt Emily can powder your bottom.”

I rolled over and spread my legs as told to do.  I placed 
my hands over my eyes as I did not want them to see me nor 
I them.  Emily powdered me and even lifted my legs one at a 
time to powder my bum.  She rubbed the powder on right over 
my penis.

“Look here Carol, our little girl likes getting all 
powdered.  Her little thingy is sticking out,” Emily 
giggled.  “It’s a good thing he’s so small down there, 
someone might think he was a boy.”

“OK girly, lift that butt, so Mommy can get your diaper 
under you.  That’s it.  Look at the pretty pins I got for 
your diaper with the pretty pink bunnies on the heads,” 
Carol instructed.

I raised my butt as she slid the diaper under me, then she 
tightly brought the ends together and pinned them with the 
diaper pins.  As humiliated as I was at the time the thick 
diapers did feel comforting and at last I wasn’t completely 
naked before them.  I was still sniffling as Carol pulled 
my hands away from my eyes.  

“Now see, Emily even brought you a new pair of plastic 
panties to cover your little diapers.  Wasn’t that nice of 
her?” Carol teased as she began sliding the panties over my 
feet and up my legs.

The panties were yellow and looked satiny with row after 
row of white and yellow lace wrapping around the entire 
panty.  They squeezed around my legs and tightened around 
my waist as the two of them worked them up over my diapered 
bottom.  “Carol, please.  Don’t do this.  Let me go, 
please,” I pleaded.

“Just shut-up your whining or I’ll give Mom the bag and 
make sure Dad hears me too.  Your going to do just what I 
want and like you promised.  No quit whining and dry your 
tears.  We wouldn’t want you to wake Dad with your crying,” 
Carol demanded.

“Here, Carol.  Make him put this in his mouth to stop his 
whining,” Emily said as she produced a binky on a yellow 
ribbon and handed it to Carol.

“Oh great, Emily!  Where’d you get it?  Come on baby girl, 
open up and take your binky,” Carol replied as she pushed 
the binky between my lips and into my mouth.  I attempted 
to spit it out as she pushed it back in with the threat, 
“Spit it out again baby and I’ll tie it around your head or 
tape it in.”

I was pulled up to a sitting position as Emily knelt before 
me to roll yellow lace top socks over my feet and rolled 
lace down on my ankles slipping white mary-jane style shoes 
on me and buckling the straps.  “I got the binky at home.  
My aunt left it there the last time she visited.  It’s 
really my baby cousin’s, Vickie’s.  I think our little girl 
likes sucking on her binky.  And doesn’t her little socks 
and shoes look so cute on her?”

Carol in the mean time was pulling a frilly petticoat slip 
over my arms and down over my chest as she straightened the 
lace straps over my shoulders saying, “Well, most little 
girls wouldn’t wear such a frilly slip under a sun dress, 
but our little baby girl really like to be all frilly, 
don’t you little girl?  Answer me little girl or your going 
to be sorry.  Tell us how much you like your frills.”

“Y..e..e..ss,” I gurgled from behind the binky plugged in 
my mouth.

“Oh she even sounds like a baby with her binky in her 
mouth.   Emily do you see how white his thumb is?  That’s 
cause he still sucks his thumb at night just like a little 
baby.  Maybe she’ll be able to stop thumb sucking now that 
she has a binky to suck on.”

“I.. I.  Don’t… su..c..c ..k my th..mb  no..m..o.r,” I 
babbled.

“Oh isn’t that sweet.  I just love to hear her talk like 
that.  I’ll have to fix our baby a bottle so she can even 
suck her drinks,” Emily teased.

At this point I was pulled to my feet and the yellow and 
white gingham sun-dress was pulled over my head.  The slip 
barely came to mid thigh and the dress hem fought a losing 
battle with the bottom of the slip. The straps of the dress 
hid the straps of the slip and ended in bows on each of the 
shoulders.  I was red with total embarrassment and 
humiliation.  I was then sat in a chair in front of the 
vanity mirror and they both began working in my hair.  One 
on either side of me, they started.

“Oh she’s got such fine baby hair and the ribbons match the 
dress.  She’s going to be such a cute little baby girl for 
Beth to play with,” Carol teased.

They worked quickly and platted the ribbons into the long 
ponytails on both sides of my head with sufficient ribbon 
to end the ponytails with bows.  I didn’t know how I would 
ever get them out myself.  My bangs were combed to the 
front and Carol wrapped them in a hot curling iron and when 
the iron was removed they lay in one large curl across my 
forehead.

“There we are.  Our little girl Laurie Ann is back,” Carol 
announced.  “Now stand up and turn all around for us Laurie 
Ann.”

I meekly did as instructed as the soft petticoats brushed 
my legs and the diaper covered in the frilly panties kept 
my legs from closing in a normal fashion.  I was humiliated 
and further embarrassed because the strange feel of the 
sissy clothes was not totally unpleasant.  

“Gosh, Carol he really looks like a real little girl.  
Look, you’d never believe he was a boy, would you?  Let go 
give him to Beth to play with then we can get going without 
her or your new little sister tagging along.  This was a 
great idea,” Emily said with excitement born of her triumph 
in turning a boy into a little girl.

“Yeah Laurie Ann, it’s time.  We promised Beth you’d be 
here today to play with her all day so we won’t have to 
baby sit you two.  Now come along sweetie and better be 
quiet unless you want Mom and Dad to see you all prettied 
up again,” Carol again gave instructions.  She thought, he 
does make a better-looking girl than a boy.  I can’t 
believe he’s so gullible though.  If had had cried to Mom 
she probably would have believed him and I’d have been in 
real trouble.  Maybe he really does like playing at being a 
girl. I’m going to have to watch my little brother a little 
closer.  Oh well, at least Beth will be happy weather he is 
or not.

Carol entered the hallway first and, when she determined it 
was clear, nodded to Emily who unceremoniously pulled me 
into the hall and down to Beth’s room.  Beth was sitting at 
her play table with the dolls and as we entered looked up 
with a huge smile and almost shouting said, “Oh you did it.   
You did it.  You got Laurie Ann back to play with me.  Oh 
Carol you’re the best sister!”  She got up from the table 
and ran straight to me throwing her arms around me and 
hugging me as tightly as her little arms could manage.  
Beth wore her own pink sundress less the frilly petticoats.  

“Oh Laurie Ann!  Carol said you would come and play with me 
and even be my real live baby!  Oh we’re going to have so 
much fun.  I’m going to be the Mommy and you can be my baby 
girl.”

I spit the binky out and it hung around my neck as Carol 
had secured the ribbon around my neck.  “I..  I’m not 
Laurie Ann!  I’m Bobby your brother.  I.. I  wouldn’t be 
here if..”, my sentence ended as I was poked sharply in the 
ribs by Carol.

“What Laurie Ann means is that this has to be a secret for 
just the two of you if you want Laurie Ann to ever come 
again and play with you.  And Laurie Ann just couldn’t wait 
to surprise you and get all dressed up like a baby girl for 
you, could you Laurie Annnnnnnn?” Carol so sweetly told 
Beth as Emily held her hand over her mouth to suppress the 
giggles.

“Yeah, whatever,” I retorted in not so sweet a voice.

“Put your binky back in Laurie Ann so you sound like a 
baby,” Emily said as she shoved the binky back in my mouth.  

Carol turned and called Emily to follow as she issued final 
instructions to me, “Now be a good little baby for Beth and 
make sure she has fun so she doesn’t have to have Mom 
looking for me.  Oh and Beth we just change her diaper so 
you shouldn’t have to worry about that till we get back.  
And here’s her diaper bag with the toys Emily brought for 
you to play with too.  Now you little girls play nice 
together.”  And they left me in care of my little sister.

They had no sooner left than Beth opened the bag and dumped 
the contents on the floor.  There was, baby powder, 
diapers, a teething ring and a baby bottle filled with what 
appeared to be milk and yet another with apple juice.  “Oh 
Laurie Ann look they even brought you bottles to drink,” 
she exclaimed as she picked up the milk bottle and climbed 
up on her bed sitting with her legs spread out and her back 
up against the head board.  “Come on Laurie Ann crawl up 
here on Mommy’s bed on her lap so she can feed you before 
your nappy time.” 

I reluctantly got up on the bed and lay across her lap with 
no intention of ever drinking what ever was in the bottle.  
I said, “Come on Beth I don’t want to drink that stuff.  
And it’s probably warm.  I hate warm milk it will make me 
sick at my stomach.”

To which she replied, “Laurie Ann, you be a good baby or 
Mommy will have to punish you.   Now you need your baba so 
you can grow big and pretty just like your big sister 
Carol.  You don’t want Mommy to have to spank you now do 
you?  Ahhh come on.  Please Laurie Ann, let me give you the 
bottle.  Carol said you do what ever I wanted.  If your not 
going to play nice then I’ll just go find Carol and Emily 
and play with them.”

I knew I couldn’t let her go crying to Mom and making Carol 
and Emily babysit Beth.  Carol would show Mom my wet 
clothes and I really be in for it.  So I succumbed and said 
in my best baby girl voice, “Laurie Ann hungry Mommy, 
please give me my baba.”

Beth’s face lit up like the morning sun as she slid an arm 
under my shoulders cradling me next to her and fed the 
nipple into my mouth.  I wasn’t planning on sucking but the 
nipple leaked milk into my mouth and I automatically 
swallowed and sucked more.  The warm milk wasn’t as bad as 
I thought it would be.  Beth held me and began singing 
lullaby’s as she rocked me and fed me my bottle.  What! My 
Bottle.  What was I doing?  What ever was I thinking?  Then 
I just let go and totally relaxed comforted in the arms of 
my little sister drinking milk from a baby bottle with my 
dress and petticoats pushed up exposing  little-girl legs 
disappearing into a diapered and pantied bottom.  

I was almost half sleeping when Beth switched hands holding 
the bottle and then reached right up under my, I mean, the 
dress and was pushing her fingers in the leg of the 
panties.

I spit the bottle out in shock and almost shouted, “Beth, 
what are you doing.  Get your hand out of there.”  I was 
attempting to grab her arm and pull it out.  Her fingers 
had already been under the panties and diaper and touching 
my privates.  I was really embarrassed.  I knew letting 
anyone touch your privates was a bad thing.

“Oh Laurie Ann, Mommy is just checking your panties to make 
sure you don’t need your diaper changed before your nap 
time,” Beth responded as if talking to a real baby.

Sensing another presence rather than seeing them I was 
startled when I heard my Mother’s voice and looked up to 
see her somewhat mystified look as she surveyed the scene 
in front of her.  “What’s going on here, ah.. ah.. girls?,” 
she kind of stumbled over.

“Oh Mommy, Laurie Ann came back to play with me today.  She 
even dressed up in her diapers and everything to be my baby 
and let me be the Mommy.  I was just checking her diaper to 
see if she needed changed before her nap,” Beth said 
excitedly as she pulled the dress and petticoats up 
exposing my pantied and diapered bottom.  

I  was beyond embarrassment.  Mom wasn’t to know about 
this, Carol had promised.  What was I to do now?  If I told 
Mom the truth she probably never believe me having caught 
me in the arms of Beth with a bottle stuck in my mouth and 
Beth’s hand up under the dress.  “Mom.. I,  I,  I can 
explain,” I stuttered while trying to sit up and push the 
dress back down over my legs.  My mind raced.  What could I 
explain, I had to tell her it was my idea or suffer the 
consequences of Carol’s story and evidence.  I could hear 
Carol telling her that yeah it wasn’t my idea but since I 
had peed my pants again I agreed to do it.  My goose was 
cooked.

Mom had regained her composure and began, “Well, Beth I 
think if Bob.., Laurie Ann needs her diaper changed you had 
better call me.  I think you might need some help with 
that.  Ah, Laurie Ann where’d you find the pretty sundress 
and panties?  I think it’s really nice of you to play with 
your sister this way but I think you both had better just 
play quietly in Beth’s room until Dad goes to work.  You 
make a very pretty little baby.  Who did your hair so 
pretty with the braids and ribbons?”

I wanted to shout and scream, “I hate this.  I don’t want 
to be a baby or a girl.  Carol and Emily did this to me.  
Please Mommy make them stop.”  But I didn’t scream.  I just 
let my head down and eyes down cast not wanting to look my 
Mother in the eye.  I meekly responded, “Mom, I.. I.. Well, 
Carol and Emily did this to my hair and Emily brought the 
underwear over with her.  Maybe I could just change my 
clothes now and Beth and I could play something else.”

“No, Laurie Ann you promised.  You promised to be Laurie 
Ann all day with me,” Beth whined.

Mom just kind of smiled and said, “No, Laurie Ann I think 
if you promised you should keep that promise.  Anyway it 
looks as if you two are having a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, Mommy after lunch maybe you can find a new dress for 
Laurie Ann and we can both be Mommies and have a tea 
party?” Beth injected.

“I think that would be very nice, Beth.  I’ll see what I 
can find for Laurie Ann.  Now you girls play quiet, OK?”  
Mom soothed. 

As his Mother slipped back out the door closing it quietly 
behind her she had many questions racing through her mind.  
Did her son have a problem that needed professional help?  
Is this just a stage?  Doesn’t he know the teasing and 
torment he could be subject too if his playmates found out 
about him dressing like a girl or wanting to wear diapers?  
Did forcing him into a diaper and dress do this to him?  
She just found it hard to believe that he committed himself 
to being dressed complete with hairstyle and diapers to 
play with his little sister.  Well she thought, I hope his 
Dad doesn’t find out about this right now, anyway.  I’ll 
find him an outfit for this afternoon and when I help him 
dress maybe I can find out a little more about what’s 
happening to her, I mean him.  Shaking her head slowly back 
and forth she wondered, he does look really cute and could 
be Beth’s twin sister when he’s dressed like that and his 
hair done.  I wonder if he’s always going to have those 
features or will puberty finally push him into manhood?  Oh 
well, that’s a few years off yet.  God, I’m getting old.

Back in Beth’s room she was whining again, “Oh Laurie Ann 
it’s alright if you pee in your diaper.  You’re supposed 
too.  You’re a baby remember?  Emily even left clean 
diapers in the bag.  Come on now and finish your baba and 
Mommy will let you take your nappy.”

I started to reply as Beth pulled me back across her lap 
and pushed the nipple back into my mouth.  Of course this 
just made my reply sound all the more like baby talk and 
Beth giggled.  I tried to say, “I.. I  not pee pants.. I’m 
not…” 

“It’s ok baby.  Just drink your milk like a good little 
girl.  Baby’s getting all sleepy, isn’t she?”

The trauma of the day was too much.  I did drift off to 
sleep with the bottle in my mouth and sucking the contents 
into me as any baby might.

When I awoke sometime later I found myself curled up in a 
fetal position with my thumb stuck in my mouth.  A pink 
baby blanket covered me. My shoes and socks had been 
removed and replaced with knitted yellow booties stretched 
over my feet.  I heard them before my eyes could focus on 
them.

“See Mommy, my baby is waking up from her nappy and I 
better check to see if she needs her diaper changed. She 
even pit her binky out as is sucking on her thumb,” Beth 
was whispering.

“Oh your baby girl is just darling there all curled up.  
But you better let me check her diaper.  If she wet it you 
can help me change her.  Come on sleepy head, wake up, it 
lunch time,” Mom said as she bend over the bed and reaching 
up under the cuddly blanket and my dress pulled my panties 
out and stuck her hand inside to feel my dry diaper.  “Oh 
your baby girl is growing up.  I think she’s ready to potty 
train.  She’s still dry after her nap.”

“Mom,” I sleepily wailed starting to realize my current 
predicament, “Don’t do that.  I don’t pee my pants and I’m 
not going too.”  Struggling to get out from under the 
blanket and out of the bed I cajoled, “Please Mom I don’t 
want to play baby anymore.”

“That’s alright sweetie pie.  You and your sister come on 
down for lunch and we’ll talk about it.  Your Dad’s left 
early for work so it will be just us girls.  Now come over 
here and let me undo your diaper so you can use the potty 
like a big girl,” Mom replied.

I stood immobile as Mom reached up under the short sundress 
and petticoats to pull the ruffled panties down my legs.  
She then unpinned the diaper on one side and let it slide 
down my legs.  I stepped out of the panties and diaper 
pushing the dress and petticoats down to try and save some 
modesty.  I headed straight for the bathroom to relieve 
myself as my bladder was about to explode.

Beth was following close behind and as I entered the 
bathroom she was right on my heels.  I had to go so bad I 
didn’t have time to argue even for modesty’s sake.  I 
wondered why she was doing so till I entered the bathroom 
and there in the middle of the floor sat her old potty 
chair.  

“Oh Laurie Ann your such a big girl not peeing your diaper 
you can use the potty chair just like a big girl,” Beth 
exclaimed.

I was in shock.  Where did this come from?  I was holding 
my dress and petticoats up around my waist looking to get 
on the regular toilet as Beth took hold of me and pushed me 
back towards the potty chair.  I could feel the pee leaking 
from my thingy and rather than risk a disaster on the 
bathroom floor sat unceremoniously down squeezing onto the 
potty as I let it all go. 

I was sitting there flushed with embarrassment but nothing 
like the humiliation I was about to feel.  There in the 
doorway stood Carol, Emily and George.  Laughter and 
giggling followed as Carol started, “Oh my you really get 
into being a baby girl.  You look so natural on your little 
potty chair.  Maybe Mommy will let her little girl keep it 
in her room right next to her crib.”

Then Emily started, “Don’t hold your dress and pretty slips 
so high.  You wouldn’t want George to see your privates 
now, would you?”

Tears of humiliation rolled down my cheeks.  “Get out!  Get 
out of here all of you.  I’m going to tell Mom the truth.  
Now get out,” I screamed.

They retreated but my yelling brought Mom to the scene.  
“What’s going on here?  You three get out of here.  There 
are sandwiches and lemonade downstairs.  Go eat your 
lunches.”

“Mom they were teasing Laurie Ann and made her cry,” Beth, 
almost in tears herself, whimpered to Mom.

“Go on downstairs Beth.  I’ll get Laurie Ann straightened 
up and be right down.  Now be a good Mommy and make sure 
you have lunch ready for your little girl.”  Turning to me 
as Beth left she continued, “Well you know if your going to 
wear dresses and wear your hair in ponytails you’re going 
to have to expect to get some teasing.  I didn’t anticipate 
you’d have an audience for your potty- chair experience.  I 
only suggested it to Beth cause I thought maybe you’d like 
to get out of diapers and she’d understand her baby growing 
up.”

“Mom,” I sobbed, “I really didn’t want to be a baby.  Carol 
made me promise to play with Beth.  Then she said I’d have 
to be a baby for her.”

“I understand. It’s all right.  Are you finished now?  Here 
wipe yourself and stand up so we can get you into some 
panties instead of diapers.  Here’s a pretty pair of yellow 
ones to match your dress and they even have cute little 
bows on them, see?”

“Mom, please can’t I just wear my own underwear?”

“Oh don’t be silly.  With such a pretty dress and all you 
don’t want your old boy underwear under it, now do you?”

I stood and stepped into the little satiny yellow panties 
with the flowers and bows on them as Mom slide then up my 
legs and around my bum.  I really couldn’t deny in my own 
mind that girl’s underwear did feel nice, nicer than boys 
underwear ever felt on.  But I hated the idea I had to be 
dressed like a girl.  Why wouldn’t Mom listen to me.

Mom continued as she took my hand and led me towards the 
stairs, “Oh Bobby, I mean Laurie Ann, I so happy your 
playing with your little sister today.  She’s usually under 
foot all the time and I can’t seem to get anything done 
around the house.  And you look so pretty all dressed up.  
Why no one who didn’t know you would ever think you were 
anything but a pretty little girl.  Do you like pretending 
to be a girl?”  She stopped at the top of the stairs and 
knelt down to look me right in the eyes. “Did you ever 
really wish you were a real girl, Bobby?”

“Mom, I’m not a girl.  I.. I..,” thinking how I was going 
to impress on her I hated being a girl and being teased and 
all with out digging myself into real trouble from Carol, 
“was just doing it to play with Beth cause I promised 
Carol.  I’m a boy remember.”

“Yes, I know you’re a boy and sometimes boys like to 
pretend to be girls and dress up like girls.  And sometimes 
it’s ok for boys to do that.  But those little boys have to 
be real good pretending to be girls or some people will 
tease them real bad if they know or find out they are 
really boys wearing girls things.  Do you understand what 
I’m telling you?”

“I.. I  guess so.  You mean I have to fool people if I have 
to wear a dress?”

“Well Bobby yes that’s kind of what I was saying.  But even 
if you just want to wear a dress like today you have to be 
able to fool people.  Now come on Laurie Ann and we’ll get 
some lunch and then I have a big surprise for you and Beth 
this afternoon.”

“A surprise?  What is it?  What’s the surprise?” I ask 
excitedly.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

I was starting down the stairs ahead of Mom and as I looked 
down there was George leaning on the rail at the foot of 
the stairs looking up with a big grin on his face.  It only 
took a second to recognize where his eyes were focused.  He 
was looking up my dress!
I pushed the front down and held it against my legs in an 
attempt to block his view of my pantied bottom.

George spoke, “Well aren’t you just the prettiest little 
thing and out of diapers and into big girl panties.”

“George!  That’s enough out of you,” Mom retorted.

“Oh, Mrs. Brown, I wasn’t teasing.  He really does look 
pretty.  He could really be a girl, I think.  He could hang 
around with us as a girl as long as he’s not wearing 
diapers.”

“OK George, we get it.  Now I think it’s time you went 
home,” Mom replied as I just red faced preceded to the 
kitchen for lunch.

Lunch was only notable in the fact Carol, Emily and George 
were already gone and my little sister insisted on 
continuing to treat me like her little girl and wait on me 
hand and foot.  That wasn’t all bad I could almost get in 
the mood of this play-acting in dresses and frills.  At one 
point I even spit food back out telling her Baby was full.  
This only resulted in me getting a face washing from her 
and a little pink and white bib tied around my neck.

When lunch was over I still hadn’t forgotten the promise of 
a surprise.  “OK Mom, what’s the surprise you promised?”

“OK girls, you’ll both find out real soon.  Right after you 
both get cleaned up and dressed properly,” Mom responded.

“Girls”, “Dressed Properly” what did that mean I wondered?  
I guessed I’d finally be let out of these dresses and girls 
stuff and dressed like a proper boy should dress.

We followed Mom up the stairs to the bathroom where she 
stripped us both of our dresses socks, shoes, slips and 
underwear.  A fragrant bath was awaiting with tons of 
bubbles at least a foot deep.  Our ponytails were wrapped 
up on our heads and pinned to keep our hair dry.  We played 
with the plastic glasses and made bubbles with our hands 
curled and I was a bit disappointed when it all came to an 
end as we were scrubbed and drawn out of the tub to be 
wrapped in soft fluffy pink towels.  I hadn’t realized it 
but lost in the sprit of play in the tub I had been acting 
as much a little girl as Beth, giggling and playing.  This 
did not go unnoticed by Mom.

We wet directly to Beth’s room where Mom had already laid 
out two piles of girls clothes.  “Mom, Do I have to wear 
girls clothes?  Please I just want to wear my boy clothes.  
I don’t want to be a girl anymore,” I cried.

“Oh Laurie.. I mean Bobby.  You don’t have to wear girls 
clothes if you don’t want too.  But don’t be embarrassed if 
you do.  It’s just that your spoiling the big surprise I 
had in store for you two.  But you don’t have to wear 
anything you don’t want to wear,”  Mon said with what 
seemed great disappointment in her voice.

Beth chimed in, “Oh Laurie Ann please be my sister some 
more, please.  I had so much fun this morning with you and 
you don’t have to be my little baby girl anymore.  We’ll 
just be sister’s, OK?  And tomorrow if you want I’ll be 
your baby and you can be the Mommy.”

So there it was.  If I wouldn’t let Mom dress me like a 
girl, then no surprise for Beth or me.  It wasn’t fair.  
I’m a boy.  I shouldn’t have to dress like a girl and 
pretend to be one.  Emily and George would tease me and 
probably tell everyone I wore dresses and diapers.  And 
what did Mom say?  Oh yes, “if anyone found out I was 
really a boy in dresses that they would tease me bad.”

“Mom, please I don’t really want too.  Can’t we just have 
our surprise?” I pleaded.

Mrs. Brown looked at her forlorn son and thought; I wonder 
what’s up with him.  First I find him in dresses and 
diapers taking a bottle and sucking his thumb and now he 
doesn’t seem to want to even wear a dress.  Georges teasing 
must have gotten to him.  I like to crown that kid.  Well I 
think he just wants some encouragement so he can justify in 
his mind wearing dresses and pretending to be a girl.  Well 
here goes nothing, I’ll see how badly he reacts to some 
forcefulness.  If he really balks then I’ll have a son 
back.  If he goes ahead maybe I’ll be stuck with three 
daughters.

“Laurie Ann!  That’s about enough whining.  You played in a 
dress all morning of your own desire.  I told you if you 
were going to wear girl’s clothes then you had better 
practice being and acting like a girl or you’d suffer the 
consequences.  Now if you want to spoil the surprise for 
you and your sister then go get in your own clothes.  
Otherwise stop whining and start getting dressed.  You can 
surely put on your own panties and camisole.” Mom said in 
no uncertain terms even shocking Beth into silence with her 
raised voice.

I was in shock.  Mom rarely yelled at us.  With head hung 
down I walked over to the pile of clothes she had pointed 
out to me and picked the white lacy nylon panties off the 
top.  With my back turned to her I stepped into the panties 
and pulled them up my hairless legs and up around my waist.  
They squeezed my thingies down there and I reach a hand 
down inside the panties and pushed them all back between my 
legs so they weren’t squeezed so much.  I then slipped the 
little white nylon lace camisole with little string straps 
over my head and down over my tummy.  I turned to look for 
Beth.

Mom was helping her into they same style panties and 
camisole I had just put on.  They were white lacy nylon 
too.  She was jabbering to Mom trying to find out the 
promised surprise.  I looked at the clothes on the bed more 
closely and recognized them.  They were the sailor style 
dresses she bought for Carol and Beth last spring.  I only 
ever saw them in them once.  Carol’s, that I was going to 
be wearing, was white with blue piping around the bib style 
collar, the short puffed sleeves, and the hem of the full 
skirt and the front that had the big bow tied at the neck 
line.  Beth’s was the mirror image but hers was blue where 
Carol’s was white and white where Carol’s was blue.  Mom 
slipped a very full skirted slip over Beth and then had her 
step into her dress as she buttoned it up the back.  She 
reached up under her dress and pulled the slip down and 
then told Beth, “Go ahead and put your shoes and socks on 
while I help Laurie Ann finish.”

I was almost in tears as Mom came over and held the slip 
for me.  “Lift your arms up sweety.  These slips are so 
pretty it’s almost a shame to hide them with a dress.  I’m 
glad you decided to be Laurie Ann awhile longer.  It means 
a lot to your sister and it’s ok if you like pretending to 
be a girl.”

I was soon in my slip and dress sitting on the edge of the 
bed as Mom slipped the white ankle socks on me with the 
turned down blue lace trim to match the dress.  Beth’s were 
blue with white lace tops.  Beth was slipping on navy blue 
shiny patent leather Mary-Jane style shoes and buckling the 
strap as Mom was slipping white patent leather shoes of the 
same style on me.  They felt a little big but I didn’t say 
anything to Mom.  As Mom knelt before me she whispered, 
“Laurie Ann you need to remember to keep your knees 
together wearing dresses.  You’ll be showing everyone your 
pretty panties if you don’t.”

I actually turned red as I slapped my knees together 
pinching folds of the lacy slip between my legs.  Oh, I 
thought those feel really weird on my legs, kind of like 
the panties feel when I put them on.   I’m sure I turned 
even redder at that thought but I didn’t know why.

Once we were both outfitted Mom took the ponytails out and 
brushed our hair out.  The hot iron was used to curl bangs 
over our foreheads and matching ribbons separated our hair 
from behind our ears and wrapped up over our heads to form 
a bow on the top. I was as yet forlorn at my predicament 
and my frown should have told anyone looking I was under 
duress.  I should have just forgot the surprise and gone 
and been a boy.  Beth on the other hand was all smiles and 
giggles.  We both stood as told in front of Mom and the big 
mirror for inspection.

“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, “You two are just 
adorable.  Laurie Ann if your hair was longer, like your 
sister’s, you’d be identical twins.”

My sister’s hair had never been cut, only trimmed on 
occasion.  It reached clear down her back to her bum while 
mine was only at shoulder length.  This hair difference was 
going to play a part in my discovery later.

Mom then handed us little purses to match our outfits.  I 
had to admit seeing myself and Beth together in the 
mirrored reflection there wasn’t any boy there.  The 
sensation of the dress and slip hanging at mid thigh and 
brushing my legs with every movement was a nice sensation 
that would always remain my secret.  Beth did a quick spin 
around and her dress and slips rode higher up her thighs.  
I had to smile at her impish act and then mimicked her 
twirl myself smiling as I did so.  Oh the breeze under the 
dress and the swish of the soft nylon of the slip were 
really nice.

“Oh that’s better Laurie Ann.  Your so pretty when you 
smile like that you could light up the world,” Mom praised 
and continued.  “Now let’s go get that big surprise I 
promised my pretty little girls.”

We were going out!  I followed Mom to the door behind Beth 
leading our fashion parade.  I grabbed Mom’s hand to stop 
her and pleaded my case, “Mom, you didn’t say we were going 
anywhere.  People will see me.  You even said they’d tease 
me.  I don’t want to go out dressed like this.”

Mom stopped and bent down to look me in the eyes, “Honey I 
said you couldn’t act like a boy or look like a boy in a 
dress or people would tease you.  You can’t possibly 
believe anybody who sees you would ever believe you weren’t 
a pretty little girl, now would you?  Come on now I’m sure 
your going to like the surprise.”  She stood taking my hand 
and leading me out towards the car.  Beth and I were 
buckled into the back seat and we were off to an unknown 
destination.  

As Mom started out Beth turned to me and said, “Oh Laurie 
Ann I’m so glad you’re my sister today.  When Carol and I 
wore these dresses she complained so much to Mom about 
looking like a little girl that we never got to wear them 
again together.  I really like my dress and really like 
that we look so much alike, even more than Carol and me 
did.  Are you excited?  I really am.  I could almost pee my 
panties.  OH, Oh I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean that.  I mean 
please don’t get to excited and do anything in your 
panties, Mom might get mad and make you wear a diaper 
again.”

“Beth be quiet.  I’m not going to pee my panties.  I mean 
my pants.  I’m not real excited about being out where 
everyone can see me.  I wouldn’t have let Mom dress me like 
this if it weren’t for the surprise.  Can’t you even 
remember I’m your brother not your sister and I don’t like 
wearing dresses,” I retorted.

“Well some girls don’t like wearing dresses either, but I 
do.  Maybe Mommy will buy you some girl’s pants and tops if 
you don’t want to wear dresses.  I think you look so pretty 
in dresses though.”

“Beth, I don’t want to look pretty.  I want to look like a 
boy.”

At that Beth closed up and her smile was replaced by a 
frown as she folded her arms in front of her in a pouted 
manner.  Mom swung into the parking area by the newly 
renovated downtown area of shops.  The mid afternoon sun 
was bright and a slight breeze blew.  Several blocks of 
little shops and eateries were contained in cobble stone 
streets blocked off to traffic.  There was a substantial 
crowd already milling through the area and shops as we 
arrived.  I couldn’t believe this was the surprise.  All 
these people would be watching me.  They’d know.  They’d 
know I was really a boy, I was sure of it.  Frozen in fear 
I was almost trembling as Mom opened the doors and 
unbuckled us from our seats.

“Mom,” I whined, “ I can’t go here.  People will see me.  
They’ll know.  Please Mom, don’t make me.”  

“Stop it right now!” Mom ordered in that raised voice, “No 
one is going to know unless you tell them.  Now quit being 
such a baby and get out.  We’re going to have a wonderful 
time here today if you don’t spoil it for everyone.”

I was reluctantly dragged from the seat and with Beth on 
one of Mom’s hands and me on the other we preceded into the 
courtyard.  The warm summer breezes played with the hem of 
my dress and slip.  It blew my hair across the back of my 
neck and tickled almost as much as the slip did on my legs.  
Several people passed and not one of them said “Oh look 
there’s a boy in a dress.”  In fact they usually smiled at 
Mom and then turned their smiles downward on us.  On lady 
said to Mom as we passed, “Oh my you’ve got such gorgeous 
daughters and I simply love their outfits.”  Mom simply 
thanked the lady and smiled as we continued our march.

Halfway down the block we were directed into one of the 
shops.  It’s name said “The Princess Shop”.    Once in the 
door we were accosted by a older woman about my Grandma’s 
age.  “Oh Mrs. Brown, so good to see you again.  Oh My 
these two are absolutely beautiful in those outfits.  I 
remember when you  bought them this spring.
Oh are they identical twins or fraternal twins?”

I was cowering behind Mom’s skirt trying to hide.  Mom 
replied to the Lady, “Oh thank you Bea.  I’m glad you think 
they do your clothes justice.  No, there not even twins.  
Actually Laurie Ann is eleven months older than Beth.”

“Well Laurie Ann and Beth you could have fooled me.  Your 
both so pretty,” Bea smiled down at us, and continued, 
“What can we do for such pretty princesses today?”

Mom spoke up shocking me, “Well the girls have been so good 
so far this summer I thought I’d get them both a new summer 
outfit for church and such.”

“Oh your right on time as we just got a new shipment of 
some of the prettiest summer dresses we’ve ever handled 
here.  Follow me, please.  And we have all kinds of 
accessories for them too.”

Bea led the charge as Beth followed on the ladies heels.  I 
hang back pulling on Mom’s hand to get her attention.  
“Mom,” I said in a whisper, “Is this the surprise?  I don’t 
want no dresses.”

”Oh this is just part of the surprise.  Be patient little 
girl.  And further more you can’t just keep borrowing 
Carol’s old clothes to dress in.  You’re going to have to 
have some of your own.  Now I know you have to protest but 
we both know deep down you like it, now don’t you?”

I considered an open argument with Mom right there in front 
of everyone.  I didn’t want to wear dresses. I was a boy.  
In my mind I could see the confrontation me telling Mom I 
was a boy and didn’t want to wear panties and girls stuff.  
Other people would hear that and point and laugh at me.  
And then Mom would get mad and call me a big sissy and 
probably pull my dress up and spank me in front of 
everyone.  It wasn’t hard to decide to wait to fight 
another day.

Mom ushered me into a dressing room in the middle of the 
store.  I thought that was ok since at least I wasn’t out 
in the store area for everyone to see.  Then she told Beth 
to help me get out of my dress and slip while she and the 
clerk found something suitable for me to wear.

Beth started unbuttoning my dress, I mean the dress, and 
then started again, “ Oh Laurie Ann, I hope Mommy buys us 
dresses to match.  I’m going to ask her for a new dress 
too.”

“Beth, what ever she buys for me in here is going to be 
yours.  I don’t like wearing dresses and pretending to be a 
yucky girl.  So you pick the dress you like cause it’s 
going to be yours when we leave here.”

I was standing in just the underwear and camisole when Mom 
pushed back into the small room with her arms loaded with 
dresses.  “Oh Laurie Ann these new summer dresses are 
unbelievable.  I’d buy the whole lot for you if I could 
afford it.  Now I’ll leave Beth to help you dress and when 
you have the dress on come out here so I can see it on you 
and you can see for yourself how it looks on you in the big 
mirror.”

Beth interrupted, “Mommy can I please have a new dress too.  
Please Mommy.  These are really nice.”

Mom responded, “Yes, I think you should have one also.  
Let’s get Laurie Ann fitted first and then you can try some 
on.”

“Mom,” I pleaded, “I don’t want a dress.  Just buy some for 
Beth, pleaseee.”

“Don’t be silly.  You really need some of your own clothes 
now get busy while I look around out here,” she responded.

I was in more dresses than I ever believed possible.  
Frilly sundresses, summery frocks with short hemlines and 
longer ones.  Pink ones, blue ones, yellow ones, white ones 
all combinations of materials from cotton to satiny ones 
were thrust on my body.  Each new outfit I was pushed out 
into the main store to the ew’s and ah’s of Mom and the 
shop keeper.  I was sent back in several times to either 
put this or that slip on under the dress.  Finally mom had 
narrowed her selection to four dresses and now I was to 
pick which of the four I would like best.  They were all 
frilly.  However, by this time I was kinda of numb and was 
resigned to pretending to be a girl.  So I looked at the 
selections trying to remember each as I had worn them.  
“This one I guess.”

I held out the white lace sundress with the lace straps and 
pink bows on them.  The top was kind of like stretchy tight 
around my chest and with eyelet lace rows around it and a 
pink ribbon intertwined in the lace.  The waist had a sown 
in pink ribbon kind of belt that the ends tied around in 
back in a big bow.  In fact the bow was already tied all 
you had to do was hook it around you rather than tying it. 
The skirt was very full and again had matching