Ok Apoligises to All. Won't happen AGAIN.Steve UK

Steve, this is NOT A DATING PORTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Antonia, thanks for this. My week-ends are spent in thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, AB rompers, adult-size plastic bibs, bottles, dummy etc. So thanks for this update. It's 9.20am here in UK so it's times get out my thick Night-time Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. And after shower I have double Terry Nappies and fresh Plastic Pants for after my shower. It will be another week-end in thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants etc. A must for AB guys. Please keep updating this story. Steve in UK

Here is the start of Princess Party:

Chapter 1

Gerry’s little sister, Audrey had been invited to a princess party for the eighth birthday of her friend Kylie. She was all dressed up in her Cinderella costume for the party which was being held at a specialised party venue about a 30 minute drive away in Kylie’s town.

His mother wanted to take the opportunity to do some shopping in the large mall in that town including getting a new uniform for Gerry, who would be starting secondary school after the summer holidays. So he was along for the ride.

When they arrived at the venue, Gerry was impressed by the three very attractive young ladies who ran the show. They were all dressed up in Disney character costumes and welcomed Audrey enthusiastically, telling her how pretty her dress was, getting her to twirl and curtsey and show off her costume. They were dropping her off early because his mother had an appointment at a kitchen showroom at the mall.

His mother excused herself to take a phone call. When she returned, she was quite flustered. “I’m afraid that I’m needed at work. The catering company has let us down at an event my company has organised this evening. I’ve got to go and help sort it out. I’ve got to fly there. There’s no time to drive. They’ve booked me on a flight from the airport near here.”

She looked at Gerry. “Can he stay here for the party? I don’t have time to drop him home.” The young women looked apologetic. “I’m afraid that these parties are strictly for girls only. We’ve had too many problems with boys behaving badly. Obviously, boys don’t tend to like this kind of dress-up party. Sorry, but it’s been made clear to all the parents.”

His mother looked at her watch. It was already going to be tight making her flight. She prided herself on being someone who could fix any problem – you just needed the right determination, and often in her experience money could solve most problems.

She reached into her bag and produced a £100 note. “There must be some way you can help.” The young woman dressed as Belle looked at the large note. This was more than she was due to earn for the day. “We have some spare costumes here, if we can dress him up convincingly as a girl, he can stay.”

“Great!” His mother handed her the note. “Wait! What?” Gerry protested. His mother was already heading to her car. “Have fun!” she smiled at Audrey. “Come on”, Belle took Gerry by the arm. Rapunzel and Elsa loved the idea of dressing the boy up.

Gerry was bundled into a room with a rail of costumes at the side. The women started selecting hangars. “Most of these are too small for him. It’s mostly younger girls we get for these events.” Gerry was speechless looking at the row of sissy costumes. There was no way he was wearing any of these!

“This Goldilocks costume is a larger size”, Belle was checking the label. She held it up to Gerry. “This might do it.” Elsa was already unbuttoning his shirt. “No please!” “Sorry but we don’t have much time. The guests are due to arrive in half an hour.”

The three women managed to get the bright yellow dress over his head and pushed his arms through the puffed sleeves. They pulled the dress down over him and he disappeared in a flurry of white petticoats. They quickly zipped it up. “No, stop!” But Belle was already reaching up under his dress and unbuckling his belt.

Gerry froze. Having a gorgeous young woman unbuckle his belt was only going to have one result. He felt it bulging in his trousers. The other two held his arms and Belle pulled his trousers down and they made him step backwards so she could pull them off.

“It’s a little short on him”, they observed. As Rapunzel tried to smooth his petticoats down they got flashes of his boxer shorts. Elsa produced a pair of white opaque tights. The other two sat him in a chair while she worked the tights over his feet, up his legs and over his shorts. “There we go!”. While Gerry was distraught about being dressed in a frock and tights, he was more worried that the young ladies would notice the effect of their close encounter with him.

They let him go. He looked around desperately for his shirt and trousers. They had already been spirited away. The ladies smiled at their handiwork and Audrey giggled as Gerry stood there stunned.

Chapter 365.

Once Robyn and Frieda had left, Connie went to a cupboard at the end of the kitchen, reached up to the top shelf, and took down Tim’s confiscated phone.  She soon found Jenny’s number.  She stood thinking for a few moments, then called.
An anxious voice answered.
“Tim?”
“I’m sorry.  Tim’s a little busy at present.  I’m his present employer.  My name’s Connie Brookshaw.  You must be Jenny.”
“Yes, I’m Jenny.  Is he…all right?”
“Oh, he’s fine.  Great.  I’m so happy he came to work for us.  Look, I’m really sorry about having to restrict your contact.  Had I known the situation, that you had only just started dating when he was snatched away from you, as it were, I would have postponed the contract for a couple of days.  But an urgent job had come up, and in my haste I failed to ascertain all the facts.  May I explain?”
“Please…”
“I don’t know quite what you’ve been told, but this is the position.  I’ve hired Tim from ESDS, which you may have heard of - Ms Egerton’s mother is a director - and his present contract lasts for two weeks, covering both domestic and modelling work.  We are essentially fashion designers.  We work out of an isolated private house in the locality of Kennett, but the fashion industry…  You wouldn’t believe how cutthroat it is.  So many times we’ve had our designs leaked, and lost money.  So we were forced to institute restrictions on the movement and communications of our employees.  Do you understand, Jenny?”
“Y-yes, I think so…”
“Their contracts are short term, so there’s normally no problem.  Unfortunately in this instance it seems the information was not transmitted to you in time.  That’s totally my fault, and I apologise unreservedly.  Now Tim is someone I trust implicitly, so I’ve decided in his case I will allow daily phone calls each evening of fifteen minutes duration.  I know that’s not much, but it’s a privilege my co-directors would not normally allow me to extend to any employee.  So I would ask you keep the concession absolutely confidential.
“Oh, of course!  I wouldn’t say a word!  I’m so grateful, Ms Brookshaw…  Though…  Can I tell my mum all this?”
“Of course.  Ms Egerton holds both you and your mother in very high regard.”
“It’s really very kind of you…”
“Not at all.  Tim is an asset to the firm.  So what time would it be convenient for him to call?”
“Maybe…about nine?”
“Perfect.  I’ll explain the rules to him.  Well then…”
“Can you tell me what he does?  And what’s the name of your company?”
“Oh, er, of course.  So Tim is modelling various outfits.  You would be aware of the recent shoot at Pitt’s Wood, in which we were also involved.  On top of that he undertakes domestic services within the house, and keeps us all happy and, er, entertained.  We call ourselves CFBM Couture.  It’s just the initials of the four directors.  You may not find us in any directories.  We work very discreetly for the reasons I’ve already mentioned.
“Thank you.  You’ve been very kind.  I feel so reassured, and my mum will be relieved.”
“I’m so glad I could clear things up, Jenny.  Well, I’ll ask Tim to ring you at nine.  And every evening till his contract ends.”
Thank you again…”
“No problem.  Bye for now, Jenny…”
“Goodbye, Ms Brookshaw…”
“Connie, please…”
“Goodbye then, Connie…”
“Bye dear…”

She took a deep breath.
“There.  Sorted.  All I have to do is to make sure Tim gets the story straight.  Jenny sounds a bright girl.  Tim should stick with her, not mess about with sexy little flirts like Kit.  But how could he resist, when she pops up out of the blue like that, all neatly packaged up in glossy black latex?”  She chuckled.  “Naughty boy…  I’d better see what’s going on out there…”
She opened the door and walked out.  Bridget was outside waiting for her.
“That was a long call.  Connie, someone needs to rescue Tim.  Robyn had to go – her mother wanted her at ESDS.  She said sorry, but if you need her later to pick up that girl just to give her a call.”
“Okay…
She held out her phone.
“Oh.  I see…”
“She’s completely ignoring the rest of us.  Rude little bitch.  She’s already drunk another two glasses of the best Chablis.”
“She’s got good taste…in everything.  Are there more pictures?”
“Oh yes.  She’s been pawing him pretty much everywhere.”
“Good.  Make sure no-one deletes any of them, will you?”
“Sorry?”
“You heard me.  Now…”