Author Topic: Intellectual Property by Mary Beth Sanford (Read 18275 times)

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Username: marybethsanford, Oct/9/2005 10:20:17 [-04]

"Mark! Please, please, come in, and thank you for responding so quickly to

my summons," Ms. Baker says pleasantly, standing as her secretary opened

the door to allow Mark into her office. The door closed when he entered

leaving Mark alone with Ms. Baker and another woman.

"You're welcome," Mark said with a touch of nervousness. Ms. Helen Baker

was the Head Librarian and a formidable woman in Mark's eyes. Mark didn't

do well around large powerful women. A mixture of things going back to his

nanny.

"Mark, allow me first to introduce you to one of our benefactors Mrs. Aby

Van Braun. Mrs.Van Braun, Mark Evans, one of our freshman this year and

the young man I told you about," Ms. Baker said.

Another domineering woman, Mark noted, as she stood to take Mark's hand.

This was not a comfortable environment for Mark now that both women were

standing. Mark was small in stature and build and these women were not. He

was at one end of the spectrum, these woman at the other.

"Very nice to finally get to meet you Mark," Mrs. Van Braun said taking

Mark's hand in hers. Her fingers wrapped around Mark's hand like an adult

to a child and Mark saw it that way. Authoritarian, commanding, almost

imperious as if she was a queen. Traits that frightened Mark since early

childhood. He was on the verge of having an accident and knew it.

"Please, sit and I'll explain why I've asked you here," Ms. Baker said.

Mark obeyed instantly, nervously since there was no context to him being

there. Why Ms. Baker wanted to see him had been frightening enough and

that second woman, perceptively as powerful as Ms. Baker, only compounded

mark's fears. He was confused as he sat.

"Mark, a few weeks ago, five to be exact, you left a disk in one of the

libraries computers. A CD actually and while, both your session and that

CD are private, I did chance upon the contents. We are always concerned

that a student may have misplaced something of importance and might wish

that material back. Hence, I took the liberty of identifying it for that

reason," Ms. Baker said.

Mark's heart rate soared instantly matching his blood pressure and

mounting levels of adrenaline. Mark has known fear before this, but

nothing on this level as his world, this new world of his, was about to

come crashing in on him. He could hardly take a breath.

"Mark, please, relax a moment and breath. I assure you that the material I

chanced upon is being held in my trust and nothing of those contents is

anyones business but yours. As I said, it was an innocent discovery and up

until now of no concern to me. In fact, I would have destroyed it by now

if I hadn't talked with Mrs. Van Braun a week ago. We only hold material

left here for thirty days," Ms. Baker said as she sat back.

"Would you like a glass of water," Mrs. Van Braun asked.

Mark, still petrified and nearly on the verge of fainting had lost the

ability to hold himself and his disposable, already wet, got wetter. He

was almost past the point of comprehension as his mind reeled. He was

afraid to talk but did, "No! No liquids past eight o'clock. I mean... I'm

sorry, I didn't.... I mean I wasn't thinking just then... No thank you."

"Mark, please, take a breath and relax for me. As I said, that material of

yours is strictly yours and yours alone. If, at the end of this

conversation, you say no to this request, that disk is back in your hands.

It's yours again and allow me to assure you that it will still be the only

copy." Ms. Baker said.

"Request," Mark asked on the verge of tears.

"Yes, I've asked you here to make a request and it has a lot to do with

that disk of yours," Ms. Baker said.

"I can explain," Mark said now convinced that Ms. Baker had all of the

grimiest details and a clear picture of who or what Mark was. Yet, oddly,

there was no way she could have connected that disk to him except,

obviously, she had.

"Mark, there is no need for you to explain any of it, and I mean that. As

to how I came to know it was yours was simple, and I'm sure that's a

question you have. As to that, I had just cleared the room to close and

you were the last student to use computer number three on that night. The

log-in put you there and, as it happens, there is a picture on that disk

which obviously is you," Ms. Baker said.

Mark already on the verge of tears had been listening only selectively and

those last words along with that word 'picture' left little of Mark's

composure intact. He could feel the tears welling up in him and his eyes

filling. This was truly the end and of that he was sure. There was nothing

left to say or do and no way he could remain composed.

"Mark, Mark honey, please, you are not listening to me," Ms. Baker said as

she realized that Mark was on the verge of losing it.

"Ms. Baker, if you would allow me, perhaps I can explain this better,"

Mrs. Van Braun said as she shifted to face Mark.

"Please," Ms. Baker said realizing she had not done a proper job of

introducing their case to Mark.

"Mark, ten years ago my son, now thirty, dressed as a little girl for a

Halloween party. It was a private affair and completely innocent at the

time. As I remember he also won best costume that night. Anyway, there

were pictures. There are always pictures and unfortunately it was one

picture in particular that is most damaging," Mrs. Van Braun said.

"I don't understand," Mark said taking a breath after a soft sob. Ms.

Baker had handed Mark a tissue just then. What did his disk have to do

with this woman's son.

"I know and hopefully you will in a few more minutes. Mark, that one

picture in particular was taken after my son removed his wig and make-up.

The party had ended and he, like most boys, and I don't mean to be

offensive by saying this, was happy to get out of his outfit.

Unfortunately, by removing that makeup and wig, he became clearly

identifiable," Mrs. Van Braun noted and sadly.

"Your son," Mark asked not clear where this was going but realizing there

was a glimmer of hope in the changed tone of this meeting. It didn't

appear to Mark that he was actually the target now.

"Yes, my son," Mrs. Van Braun said.

"I'm not sure I follow what it is you are saying," Mark said still

confused but hopeful.

"I know and if you'll allow me a few more minutes, perhaps you'll

understand then. As I noted, there is a picture of my son looking very

much like a boy clearly dressed as a young girl. As a little girl actually

and I've just come into some information that this one picture in

particular is in the hands of a publisher. A publisher for want of a

better word. Mark, are you familiar with Missy's Sissies, the magazine,"

Mrs. Van Braun asked and added before Mark could answer, "it's important

you answer me honestly Mark. For my sake."

"Yes ma'am. I mean a little," Mark said now sure there was something else

at work here and that he really wasn't the target of some sort of

punishment or that he was about to be exposed. Clearly this was about this

woman's son and not him. He sensed a coincidence in this somewhere as he

played back Ms. Baker's statements to himself.

"Well Mark, as it happens this magazine, and my calling it that is a

kindness of the highest order, will be doing another publication in a

couple of months. Sadly, my son's picture will be in it based on a preview

of what is coming. Mark, I cannot allow that to happen. I won't let it

happen," Mrs. Van Braun said and the anger in her voice chilled Mark.

Mark, now feeling slightly better since this woman's son and he had a lot

in common, was not out of the woods yet, but he was no longer sobbing the

loss he had felt over being exposed. Now it appeared that they needed him

for something and it was connected to his disk.

"May I ask what this has to do with me," Mark asked with as much kindness

as he could muster. It was so this woman didn't feel challenged. Mark

would not challenge someone like her even if he could.

"Mark, I want to stop this company from publishing. I want to stop his

publications completely. In fact, I want to seize all of his pictures.

That seizure will gather into it that one picture of my son. I plan on

doing this legally through a lawsuit. Unfortunately the very act of suing

them for that picture will point to it. That is unfortunate and has left

me in a dilemma for weeks since finding out. That is until I was called by

Ms. Baker here," Mrs. Van Braun noted. "Yes ma'am. So how would I fit into

this," Mark asked now slightly past his anguish and very relieved at the

moment.

"Mark, I want you to sue this company on my behalf," Mrs. Van Braun said

and added, "Actually Mark, I want to sue them through you."

"Me? You want me to sue this company? I don't understand? I mean I'd like

to help, if I can, but I'm not sure I can," Mark said and clearly he was

relieved to know this wasn't about him at all or not about what he was or

did. Other than doing what her son did that is and Mark realized that

might not be the case either.

"Mark, I'm a very wealthy woman and trust me when I say this, you can and

if I can convince you to help me, I'll make sure of it," Mrs. Van Braun

said and that tone again changed. Mark was sure she could do almost

anything she set her mind to. That was scary enough and that scared Mark

anew.

"How," Mark said realizing in another thought that this might expose him.

When he said how he also wanted to ask what would happen to him if this

happened. Obviously she didn't want the publicity but neither did he.

"Mark, I have a private investigating firm that has traced a single copy

of that picture to a small sleazy office in New York. An old girlfriend of

my sons sent it off in anger. That office is a front for this man that

publishes that magazine. I have also secured, through my own legal staff,

a legal firm to act on your behalf. In addition to this New York effort, I

will be doing the same thing in Hong Kong where the magazine is actually

printed and published.

As it happens and fortunately for me, for us actually, Hong Kong has kept

the British legal system and English laws still apply. Hong Kong also

follows the English model of laws on intellectual property rights and

copyright. As it also happens the firm representing you will also be

coordinating the efforts of a Hong Kong legal firm at the same exact time.

Mark, my hope is you'll say yes and with that yes we will be able to shut

this magazine down and seize both materials and the assets of this man.

Seems he takes these images from all sorts of places and uses them without

the owners permission. He knows most will not sue out of fear of being

outed as it were. Anyway, once I have that image, he can do whatever it is

he does and however he wants to do it, but I must have that picture. Mark,

will you be willing to help me," Mrs. Van Braun asked and this time,

thankfully, her voice was far less forceful.

"May I ask what happens with me if I say yes," Mark asked with some degree

of confidence in the conversation with this woman but still fearful of the

consequences.

"Mark, if you say yes, I can guarantee you a very high degree of

anonymity. Once I've set this up you will be almost completely invisible

behind the legal process. Within a few days I will have you secured behind

a temporary visa in Taiwan that links you back to an address in Bolivia.

It would take a lot of effort and dollars to find out who you truly are,

if at all," Mrs. Van Braun said.

"I see," Mark said feeling slightly uncomfortable now that he had been

sitting on his wet diaper for so long.

"Mark, I realize that the risk, however slight, is still a risk and I'll

make every effort to guard you and your reputation. I also recognize that

I'm asking a lot of you so allow me to also extend to you an offer that I

hope makes what little risk there is worth it, Mrs. Van Braun said smiling

slightly, warmly.

"An offer," Mark asked not realizing, till now, he might get something out

of this.

"Mark, I will, the moment you agree, transfer $10,000 from one of my

holding companies into a bank in the Bahamas to be transferred to a bank

of your choosing. I will also pay the balance of your tuition and expenses

for the remainder of this year and while this is underway I will continue

to pay you on a very handsome retainer as a consultant," Mrs. Van Braun

said.

Mark sat there thunderstruck. He looked like a child at Christmas time

standing in front of his tree. It warmed him instantly. She had said

$10,000 dollars clearly, including his tuition and expenses. He had no

idea what she would pay him from that retainer, but he was already feeling

faint over that first part of her offer.

"Ma'am, that is very generous," Mark said.

"That is my offer and I'm hoping it's enough to make you say yes," Mrs.

Van Braun noted.

"How long would this take," Mark asked.

"A month I'm told, six weeks at the most. This man won't fight so it's the

span of the legal process itself. However, we can legally seize

everything, pending the suit, within a few days after this man has

downloaded your pictures," Mrs. Van Braun noted.

"My pictures? Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I actually don't have any pictures

that would be worthy of being printed in that magazine. The only image I

have is a picture of me wearing a dia... I mean I only have one picture of

me, and that's not the type this magazine is after," Mark said almost

telling her about that picture of him in one of his disposables.

"Mark, that too has been taken care of," Mrs. Van Braun noted with a

slightly different smile on her face.

"I'm not sure I follow," Mark said.

"Mark, I've secured the services of a woman that caters to this particular

life style and she's assured me that she is the best at what she does.

Mark, again, if you agree to do this, I can assure you there will be

pictures that this magazine will definitely be interested in. I've also,

as part of her retainer, included a substantial budget that is yours when

this is over, and that would include whatever was needed for those

pictures, Mrs. Van Braun said happily.

"I'd have to work out a schedule. You know, for classes," Mark said by way

of hinting he was going to say yes. He could not say no at this point.

Those pictures that this magazine was interested in were exactly why Mark

had once bought a copy. He didn't know the images were often stolen. They

published layouts of some of the best sissy pictures found and Mark was

suddenly scared again. There was another stranger out there and if he

understood this she would be dressing him up and taking pictures.

Ms. Baker cleared her throat and said, "school is not going to be an issue

for you Mark. I'm going to be taking care of that personally. I will, on

your behalf, secure you a leave of absence. You'll have that leave to work

for Mrs. Van Braun under our internship program. You will get credit for

this believe it or not, which should take care of your electives for this

semester. You will also maintain the credits you've earned to now. If need

be I will make sure you have any spots in any classes you chose when this

is over."

"I... I don't know what to say," Mark said.

"Say yes," Mrs. Van Braun added quickly with a sense of hope in her voice.

"Yes," Mark said and then sheepishly asked, "when would this start?"

"Right now? As soon as I can get you to this woman. That woman, the woman

you'll be staying with is waiting for my call," Mrs. Van Braun said.

"I'd need to stop at my dorm room first," Mark said blushing slightly. He

hadn't intended to be out this long or he would have added a soaker and a

pair of plastic pants.

"Mark, if you don't mind, I'd like this to start within the hour. Please

don't be embarrassed by this, but she can change you when we get there,"

Mrs. Van Braun noted as if she knew Mark better than she knew anyone.

"How... I mean how did you..." Mark asked stuttering over the question he

wanted to ask. It was impossible that she knew he was diapered.

"Actually I didn't know till now. I guessed because you've been squirming

a little, but you haven't asked for the bathroom yet," Mrs. Van Braun

noted smiling in a motherly sort of way as she added, "I have not seen

that disk or anything on it if that is what worries you."

"Speaking of which," Ms. Baker said as she opened her drawer. Mark

actually wet himself again slightly at the sight of his treasured disk.

Everything about being an adult sissy baby was on that disk. Images of

others, links, stories and all the other tid bits of information he had

gathered and treasured over these past few months.

"I guess it's yes then," Mark said almost ready to hug this stranger that

seemed to know him and yet not. He had questions but wasn't even sure what

to ask until he realized that his face would be shown in whatever pictures

were taken. He'd seen those faces of others as he asked, "my face."

"That I'm told is not going to be an issue. From what I've gathered on

this woman you're about to meet, even your own mother wouldn't recognize

you. And on that topic, I'm going to need you to agree to leave here in

disguise," Mrs. Van Braun said.

"Disguised," Mark said in a renewed panic.

"Just a wig, girl's coat and a pair of flats," Mrs. Van Braun said.

"Why," Mark asked suddenly fearful of this new bit of information and the

risk of public exposure.

"Mark, in my position, there is always the risk of a camera. When we leave

here I want you looking more like a girl than a boy. I'm going to be

dropping you off at a friends house that has a daughter your age. Your

hostess will be picking you up there the moment I reach home. Just another

precaution," Mrs. Van Braun noted as she moved to a small suitcase sitting

on the couch.

Mark hadn't noticed it until now.

The wig was jet black and long with bangs when he was put into it. Mark

also now wore a nearly perfectly sized pink coat and pink flats with ankle

length nylons he traded for his tennis shoes and socks. Mrs. Van Braun

added lipstick, blush and a touch of color to his eyes before handing him

a pair of girl's sun glasses. The bow, pink to match his long coat, came

out of a hand bag that also matched to the coat.

"Ready," Mrs. Van Braun said and Mark almost answered yes till he realized

that she was announcing him set and not asking if he was.

"Aby, say hello to the Senator for me when you see him," Ms. Baker said.

"I will Rose and Rose, thank you," Mrs. Van Braun said gratefully as she

took Mark's hand.

'Senator Van Braun,' Mark mused as he walked out of the office and past an

empty desk. No wonder this woman was so worried about her son. It was

nearly five thirty. He had been in that office almost an hour now and the

receptionist was gone. It also meant, thankfully, that the library would

have less people given it was dinner time.

"Are you OK," Mrs. Van Braun asked of Mark as they reached the steps.

"Yes ma'am," Mark said almost wanting to skip.

"Are you very wet," Mrs. Van Braun asked sounding sympathetic.

"Yes ma'am," Mark said finding no reason to hide the fact he was wearing a

diaper.

"Well, we'll get you changed in no time," Mrs. Van Braun noted as she

squeezed Mark's hand.

Mark wasn't sure what to say to that, but he felt giddy at the prospects

of what that meant and more so because of what he was wearing. He wore a

tee-shirt and jeans under his pink coat but that didn't matter because his

coat and those shoes he kept glancing at were pink. Pink to match his

purse he mused behind a smile.

"What bank do you use," Mrs. Van Braun asked.

"I don't have a bank actually. I use the Student Unions Voucher system.

It's mostly for my books and stuff and I have a charge account at the

cafeteria," Mark said slightly embarrassed that he didn't have enough

money to need a bank.

"Well, that's going to change some, so let me take care of that then. I'll

let you pick your own checks though," Mrs. Van Braun noted.

"Yes ma'am," Mark said as they reached the doors. Off to the left, as they

stepped out into a setting sun, was a pure white Rolls Royce and a driver.

Mark looked like a young girl walking with her mother and suddenly felt

like it. Mark, a few minutes later was in the back seat of a very elegant

car looking at the world in silence.

"Won't that girl tell," Mark asked out of curiosity.

"Which girl? Oh, you mean my son's old girlfriend? No. Mark, as you're no

doubt aware, lots of adults like wearing diapers and I've got pictures.

She's not anxious to go public either," Mrs. Van Braun said and in a voice

that made it clear she was in control.

"How will you know when that man has my pictures? I mean he's got to have

my pictures before you can sue right," Mark asked.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I have a young man who is going to encrypt your

images with something that he can identify. He's already gotten into this

man's server, I believe you call it, and as soon as your pictures are on

that system, the legal process can begin. As to how he's doing that I

don't have a clue," Mrs. Van Braun said as they moved onto the freeway.

It was a thirty minute ride before they entered into an area clearly

richer than most parts of the city. The house was stately as they pulled

into a long private driveway. Mark was introduced to the woman who invited

him in leaving Mrs. Van Braun to go as planned. It was another half hour

over tea before there was a knock on the door. Mark desperately needed out

of that diaper he wore.

"Mark Adams," the woman asked when the women he was staying with invited

her in.

"Yes ma'am," Mark said taking her hand. He was still in his disguise and

feeling slightly embarrassed standing there being identified as a boy

between the two women.

"I'm called Hilga by my clients. You'll be staying with me," Hilga said

taking Mark's hand in a warm friendly greeting. She too was a formidable

presence, towering over Mark as she invited him to go with her. It was

another hour by the time they crossed town and remarkably into an area

that was very old and even more stately than the area they left.

Hilga's home, if it was her home, was set back from the street a couple of

hundred feet at least and circled by trees and shrubs that had to date

back to the turn of the century. As old as this old Victorian, Mark mused.

Without the car in front you could imagine a carriage sitting there.

"This is it," Hilga noted as she put the car in park.

"Beautiful," Mark said as he undid his belt to step onto the driveway.

There was a woman opening the door dressed in a uniform that suggested a

hotel maid or housekeeper. Hilga introduced her as Barbara and she was the

housekeeper as the woman warmly greeted Mark and took his coat. He would

miss that coat and felt slightly exposed without it.

Mark was looking at elegance with touches of modern but classy as he stood

in the middle of the foyer. To his right a library or sitting room and to

his left a large, very large living room. There were other women in

various places and all looking at him as Hilga guided him into that room.

"Ladies, our guest has arrived. Mark Adams, from left to right is Stacy,

Brigitte, Tracy and Susan. Stacy will be doing your makeup after we get

you into a bath and dressed. We'll be shooting in the basement. Tracy will

be putting your pictures up on our web site this evening," Hilga said.

There was an animated and very warm greeting from each and a hand shake

from Tracy who walked over to Mark. She smiled and said, "you're going to

make a very pretty little girl Mark."

Mark blushed crimson as he took her hand and the words in.

"He needs a bath first," Hilga said as she took Mark's hand before adding,

Barbara will you fix something for Mark to eat. It's getting late and I'm

guessing he hasn't eaten since lunch time."

"Yes ma'am," Barbara said walking off with Mark's coat.

"Are there other people... I mean guys here," Mark asked in a quiet voice.

"Actually there would be but you'd never see them. We keep our clients

separate for the sake of the clients but in this case and for however long

Mrs.Van Braun wishes, you are my only guest. She has secured my services

and my home for the duration of those legal proceedings. You are safe here

and under my care." Hilga said and added, "and this will be your room."

Mark gasped slightly although he tried not to. Mark was looking at the

inside of a fantasy as the door opened. A girl's room and to the smallest

of details feminine beyond words, striking Mark fully, as he gazed from

right to left. It could have been taken from the best catalogs of

children's designs and those designs put the age of a girl well below

puberty.

The bed, canopied commanded most of his attention at first and covered in

sheers that were highlighted by pink ribbons joining to large pink bows.

To the left dolls in various forms and dress with a few sitting around a

white wicker table holding a delicate tea set. A large dresser next to

those, night stand, then the bed. To the right of the bed another night

stand and a few feet from that one a vanity.

The vanity edged to a doorway that led into a brightly lit but soft pink

bathroom and another door next to that Mark guessed to be a closet. If it

was a closet it would be as big as the bathroom he mused as he stood there

in awe of his surroundings.

Bath first then we can find you something to wear. I've had a few days to

put things together so you have more than a few choices. Mrs.Van Braun has

been very generous with your budget," Hilga said as she moved towards the

bathroom. Mark followed but walking slower.

"A few days," Mark asked.

"My services were secured on Friday of last week. I've been preparing for

you visit since then," Hilga said as if Mark might have known that.

"She didn't know I'd say yes," Mark said.

"Actually Mark she didn't, but I did and advised her of that," Hilga said.

"You did," Mark asked slightly shaken by the fact that she might have seen

the disk. She couldn't know this side of him otherwise.

"Mark, I've been in this business for quite some time now and while I

don't really know you, I know of you," Hilga said as she moved to the

large ornate tub to turn on the water. The tub sat on gold claws lifting

it a few inches from the floor and it was huge. Mark watched Hilga unstop

a glass vase filled with lavender crystals that instantly changed the

water into foaming bubbles. There was the smell of lavender and baby

powder as the bubbles foamed.

"Now then young lady, let's get you out of those clothes," Hilga said as

she removed Mark's hair bow and wig.

"Excuse me," Mark said as he allowed his tee-shirt to be lifted.

"Would you prefer sissy or something else," Hilga asked as she disappeared

behind the tee-shirt now covering Mark's eyes.

"I don't know? I mean this is... this is all kind of new to me," Mark said

as his tee-shirt came off.

"Well Mark, I mostly take care of little girls, sissies and baby girls

here so I'm not use to using the masculine pronouns. I'm afraid it's young

lady until you can come up with a name more suitable. Calling you Mark

from here on out simply won't do," Hilga said as she bent slightly for the

button on his jeans as she added, "I've always favored Mary or perhaps

Mary Beth as in Mary Elisabeth and it suits you."

"It suits me," Mark asked as his jeans came lose. Hilga tugged his zipper

down making him slightly uncomfortable standing there, and more so as his

diaper came into view.

"Actually, it will suit you just as soon as I've put you into something

more suitable. Suitable for a pretty little girl and good heavens... Let's

start by making sure you're not this wet from now on," Hilga said as she

tugged his jeans down past the sodden diaper.

Mark's face went deep red as his diaper came into view. He had been in

that diaper since lunch time. Just wearing the diaper in front of this

woman and nothing else, as she removed his jeans, left him nearly

s***chless. More so when she drew closer to begin to lift off the first

tape.

And then that smile...

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"My goodness, you've nearly soaked this diaper. It's a good thing we've

gotten to you in time. Now spread your legs a bit so I can ease this off

you," Hilga said as she worked with each of the four tapes. Mark did and

felt the diaper ease as the last tape came undone.

Hilga rolled the diaper into a ball and plopped it into a pink trash can

lined in plastic sitting next to the large sink. The bath water foaming

with bubbles was filling the huge tub and a second later Mark, with Hilga

guiding him, stepped into the water. It was almost hot as he eased himself

into the froth and foam.

Mark fully expected to be left alone but Hilga stepped to a cabinet,

opened it and was putting a plastic apron on. She knelt down next to the

tub and took up a light pink bar of soap and pink wash cloth.

"If you have something else to do, I can do that," Mark said with a touch

of uncertainty in his voice. He was glad to be in the water and bubbles

since it hid his nakedness and eased his embarrassment, but that sense of

relief didn't last. It was clear she was going to bath him.

"Honey, this is the 'something else' I'll be doing while you are here,"

Hilga said as she rubbed the washcloth over the soap bar. She began with

his neck and ears then working her way around his face in a gentle way.

The wash cloth soft and smelling of baby powder as it passed his nose. It

was intoxicating and soothing. It was exciting and frightening as well

this stranger now washing him, and those emotions intensified as she

worked her way down his body.

Mark fought the excitement he felt and he was losing that battle as the

wash cloth moved between his thighs. Fortunately it was there for only a

short time as she moved on to wash his legs and finally his feet. Baby

shampoo was used for his hair and that was the last thing to be done

before she took up a large pink towel after pushing the center brass level

that emptied the tub.

"What sort of stuff will I be wearing," Mark asked nervously as he stood.

Hilga wrapped the towel around him from the back forward and picked up

another, smaller, to use on his hair.

"Well, I could describe most of it easily but I think it's going to be

better that you see it first. It's not a lot of things yet because there

was only a few days to get ready for your visit. What do you wear now,"

Hilga asked.

"Wear? Like what," Mark asked.

"As far as girl clothes honey," Hilga asked.

"I don't have any girl's clothes. Just the diapers. I picked up a bag at

the start of school. That's the only things I've got. Oh, and a pair of

plastic pants," Mark said blushing as Hilga moved back to his thighs

again. The tub had nearly drained completely when he stepped out and onto

the fluffy pink throw rug.

"What sorts of things have you fantasized over then," Hilga asked working

her way down Mark's legs.

"I... I mean I sometimes imagine that..." Mark started to describe his

best fantasy but hesitated. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about that

sort of thing. He had never talked with anyone about such things. He was a

lurker on the Internet and wasn't sure he could talk at all as he added,

"it's kind of difficult to talk about."

"Then perhaps you'll feel better just answering my questions," Hilga said

smiling as she stood to pat his torso dry with the large towel around him.

"OK," Mark said.

"Do you imagine wearing dresses at times," Hilga asked in a new voice, it

was soothing and the question instantly increased Mark's heartbeat.

"Sometimes," Mark said.

"Just sometimes," Hilga asked softer still and smiling as she stopped

drying him.

"I guess it's all the time. I mean, you know, sort of," Mark said

blushing.

"When you imagine these dresses, what color are they," Hilga asked.

"Kind of like the color of the towels," Mark said.

"Pink then," Hilga asked.

"Yes," Mark said wishing the large towel covered him more.

"Tell you what, why don't we get you into a diaper so we can work on your

makeup and then I'll show you what I've chosen so far. A few of the

dresses are pink so I may have something in that closet you like," Hilga

said with a mischievous smile. It wasn't so much his answers she was after

as his reaction to the questions. That reaction already told her more than

he could tell her.

"OK," Mark said thankful she had stopped asking those questions. He wasn't

in control of himself at the moment and those brief questions were

becoming an embarrassment.

Hilga removed the large towel adding it to the other one she used to dry

Mark with before opening a large lavender colored container of frosted

glass. On top of the powder was a large powder puff and Hilga started at

Mark's back. The scent of lavender and baby powder grew stronger again and

matched the scent of his bubble bath.

Hilga moved her hand down the small of his back patting as she went before

he felt the soft pats on his bottom. She stopped at the folds where his

bottom met the top of his legs then moved around to the front. Mark was

dusted nearly white to the neck before Hilga returned the soft powder puff

to the glass.

"What is that, smells nice," Mark asked.

"Loves Baby Soft precious. It's kind of a nice mix for a baby and little

girl," Hilga said.

"Oh," Mark answered as Hilga took Mark's hand. They walked out of the

bathroom and into the room and Mark, naked, stopped. That girl Brigitte

was by the bed and the bed now had a large quilted pink pad resting on the

spread. On top of that a diaper. A very thick diaper and in Brigitte's

hand baby powder.

"It's OK honey, Brigitte is our resident Nanny for our baby guest. She's

very good with diapers," Hilga said.

"I thought you... I mean that we would be... Oh," Mark said giving up what

he had expected. He was just starting to get use to Hilga.

"I know honey but it's very important that you get use to being around

girls while you are here so the more exposure the more comfortable you'll

feel. Each of the girls is going to be changing your diapers so you don't

have to stay wet if one of us is busy," Hilga said as she released Mark's

hand.

"Hello precious. Want to come over and lay on top of your diaper for me,"

Brigitte asked.

This was getting a tiny bit weird, Mark mused as he moved from Hilga to

Brigitte. The fact that he was naked and clearly excited didn't help his

ego as he reached the edge of the bed. He sat, scooted a little and

positioned himself over the diaper and before laying back.

Brigitte was wearing a very pretty white apron ruffled around the edges

and from a pocket she produced a baby's pacifier and that too was pink.

Brigitte made an attempt to tease it against Mark's lips but he turned his

head slightly as he said, "I'm not sure that is necessary."

"Of course it is," Hilga said moving to the bed and taking the pacifier

from Brigitte. Hilga teased it against Mark's lips as she added, "here,

I'll hold it for you till you get use to it."

Mark, not willing to fight this, accepted the soft rubber nipple moving

gently against his lips and opened his mouth. The pacifier eased in till

the soft rubber was touching his tongue. Brigitte meanwhile had twisted

the baby powder open and was shaking the silky textured powder over him.

Mark felt Brigitte's hand, her fingers actually, moving around him as she

rubbed the powder over his skin. Mark also swallowed as the pacifier made

him salivate and he more or less had to nurse the soft nipple as he was

powdered. Hilga had let loose of the pacifier and was now stroking Mark's

forehead as Brigitte turned Mark's loins a nearly pure white.

"Ruffles," another voice said startling Mark since both Brigitte and Hilga

were with him. It was the one called Susan and she was standing by the

large dresser opening a drawer.

"Of course. She's going to be sugar and spice and absolutely everything

nice," Hilga said in a motherly voice while looking into Mark's eyes.

"Ruffles it is," Susan said as Brigitte brought Mark's diaper up between

his legs. There were now three women in the room as he was being diapered.

Three when one would have been enough. This was getting very weird, Mark

mused as the diaper was tugged a bit from side to side.

"Hilga," Another voice said making Mark twist his head to see it's source.

"What," Hilga said softly.

"Salon is ready. Are we doing her toes this time or do you want to wait,"

Stacy asked.

"Definitely her toes. I want her pretty top to bottom," Hilga said.

"And are we starting with the baby pictures or little girl. I'm just

finishing her wig and I'll hold on the bow if we are going to be using the

bonnet first," Stacy noted.

"Do that. We'll shoot her in her baby dress then change her for the little

girl look," Hilga said.

"OK, then I'm ready for her in the salon," Stacy noted.

"Perfect," Hilga said as Brigitte tugged the left side of Mark's diaper

together to be pinned. All of the girls were now witnessing Mark's

diapering with Stacy lingering by the door.

"She is perfect isn't she," Stacy said as Mark's diaper closed with a pink

tipped diaper pin. Mark was feeling slightly faint as the soft cotton

moved over him and he wasn't sure what it was that left him so giddy. The

pacifier or Hilga's hand stroking his forehead, or Brigitte pinning his

diaper closed. He smiled slightly realizing it was all of the above and

the diaper.

There was Susan as well now and she was holding a pair of baby pants that

Mark had only seen in pictures till now. White satiny fabric ruffled

across the backside facing him with a tiny pink bow set in the middle.

That white satiny fabric was attached to what he supposed was a plastic

lining. Mark avoided Susan's eyes when she caught him looking.

"Which baby dress do you want her in first," Another voice said. Mark had

forgotten about Tracy as she stood off by the closet. She had come in at

some point and was now holding two dresses. Brigitte was pinning the

second side of Mark's diaper closed and his attention had gone back to

that. The two dresses made him close his eyes for a second. He wasn't sure

if he was dreaming or not suddenly.

One was pink, a very light pink and reminded Mark of an old fashion baby

doll top women wore in the 50's. A Bishop or float style dress that was

designed with no waist flowing outwardly with gathers of material. A wide

edging of white lace trimmed it at the bottom with a small bit of white

lace around the puffy sleeves. There had to be at least two layers, maybe

three he decided.

That second dress, less full, but very babyish was also in pink. A bubble

gum pink satin under a layer of organdy in a blush pink. The organdy was

trimmed in lace and to either side at the bottom two tiny pink bows

centered with rosettes decorating it. All of the women were there now as

he realized that he'd forgotten about Tracy.

"Let's start her with the satin first, then switch her to the nylon. No,

other way around. Darn it, I can't decide and she's going to be adorable

in either," Hilga said.

They all were referring him as a her and that was unnerving and then Hilga

said, "Mary Beth, do you like your dresses?"

Mark looked up at Hilga as he felt the soft cotton form around him, then

back again to the dresses. She'd called him Mary Beth and he had responded

and now he was looking at both dresses. He couldn't decide even if he

wanted to and was thrilled that Hilga had said both. Hilga slipped the

pacifier from his mouth.

Mark nodded a slightly embarrassed yes as Susan handed Brigitte his rhumba

panties before saying, "lift your feet precious."

The panties, rustling slightly went over Mark's feet and his pacifier was

replaced by Hilga as Brigitte worked his panties to his diaper. The diaper

was actually far too thick and mounded quite a lot over him making him

wonder if those panties would fit. Rhumba panties he mused to himself now

thankful to be covered.

"Lift your bottom for mommy precious," Brigitte said softly as those

delicate baby pants reached his thighs. 'Mommy', Mark mused, as he lifted

himself. He was nursing the pacifier easily but didn't realize it. Hilga

did as she watched intently Mark's every expression and movement.

This process was purposeful and orchestrated to maximize Mark's

transformation and transition. Their words, actions, interactions all

geared to heighten Mark's fantasies. Hilga didn't need to know those

fantasies because she was flooding Mark with input through all of his

senses. Dressing him from his bath to his makeup was as important as those

next steps when he would be photographed.

He was moving far faster than most, Hilga mused. He was going to be a

delightful addition she also noted as she continued stroking his forehead.

Mark, meanwhile, was in a daze, his eyes glazing suggesting a deep

meditative state that told Hilga his endorphins were holding him now. She

eased off the bed, nodding the signal for the girls to ease away as

Brigitte finished putting Mark's ruffled panties in place.

Tracy and Stacy were first to leave, followed by Susan and then Brigitte

when she finished fussing with Mark's panties. Mark hardly noticed as

Hilga whispered the name 'Mary Beth'. She was standing by the bed and that

was odd since Mark last remembered her sitting and stroking his forehead.

The girls were gone as well. Had he dozed, he wondered.

"Mary Beth, we've got to do your makeup and hair sweetie," Hilga said

holding her hand out to Mark.

"I must have dozed," Mark said sheepishly.

"Happens when we are relaxed. The bath helped as well," Hilga said and

added, "it won't be that long before bed. We're going to dress you up in a

couple of outfits, take your pictures, eat something and then we can turn

in. I suspect it's been a long emotional day for you."

"It has," Mark agreed stretching when he sat up. He felt the large amount

of material covering his bottom and filling the space between his thighs

the instant he sat. Couldn't help but also notice that the front of his

baby panties were inches in front of him as they gathered. His diaper was

very thick he mused bringing a slight smile to his face.

"Nice day as well I'm hoping," Hilga added.

"Very nice," Mark said not sure if he should be as enthusiastic as he just

sounded.

"It's going to get much nicer for you," Hilga said smiling as Mark stood.

Mark took that remark as part of the context to this brief exchange

although there was another meaning, more relative to Hilga.

The key to transforming boys willingly into sweet little girls was in

threading them through a multitude of feminine layers and processes.

Hilga, in that regard, was a master seamstress as she took Mark's hand to

walk him downstairs. We are three dimensional creatures both figuratively

and literally, with our senses giving us a metaphorical depth Hilga once

said. A depth that can take us out of our reality and put us nearly

anywhere we want. That, Hilga once also noted, is why fantasies can be so

delightful when fulfilled.

To imagine something is one thing, to imagine something and feel it as

well, far more than the sum of the parts. Mark's first few hours with her

were going to be relative only to his fantasies and that to the

extremes... Like his diaper she mused as she caught a glimpse of it moving

in an exaggerated way.

The girls meanwhile were preparing for Mark's next phase. He was nurtured

so far and would now be pampered as Tracy shook a small bottle of nail

polish while Stacy worked out of her make-up kit. Their salon, a single

chair, was once a sitting room off the patio. It was a delightfully

girlish place, and designed to be for a boy's first steps.

"Hi again," Tracy said as Mark padded into the salon in just his ruffled

panties and diaper. He was very self conscious of how he might look, but

the feelings sweeping over him, when he stood upstairs and then began to

walk, clouded over those other emotions.

"Hi," Mark said sheepishly as Hilga guided him into the room. Susan was

now fussing with a blond, curled wig as Mark was moved right to the pink

salon chair to sit. He did and instantly the girls swooped in from their

various positions to take new spots.

Tracy sat on a rolling stool and lifted Mark's foot to the stools edge as

Stacy started picking at bottles of foundation. She looked at several, sat

one down on the chairs tray but opened another. She dabbed lightly on the

inside of his forearm as she said, "this part of your body gets the least

sun and is close to your normal skin tones."

Mark nodded and watched Tracy dab, then took a glance at the pink bottle

Stacy was opening. She gathered tissue in rolls putting one each between

his toes for spacing. His toes were going to be painted pink, he mused, as

Stacy opened the bottle of nail enamel. A soft pink and his big toe

suddenly glistened wetly as she expertly drew the loaded brush from his

cuticle to the toes edge.

"This one," Tracy said when she dappled the second bottle of foundation on

Mark's forearm.

Mark's attention turned back to Tracy as she moved closer with a small

flat sponge she wet first. She began patting Mark's face as Mark caught a

whiff of the ethers from the nail polish. That smell always connected to a

girl was now connecting to him. Mark didn't know that but Hilga did as she

watched her young man intently and a little covertly.

Mark's toes shined brightly when Stacy finished painting them. She had

gone back to his first foot after painting the second and added another

layer. Both feet had two layers when she moved her stool to begin with his

left hand. Tracy meanwhile was finishing Mark's foundation and adding

another she said would blend his face, build up his cheeks and soften his

nose.

Blush, in two colors followed his foundation and several pencils were used

around his eyes and mouth. There were no mirrors in front of that chair.

There were mirrors behind it. That was intentional so Mark wouldn't see

the girl till the girl was ready to be seen. When they had time, Mark's

nails would be made longer with silk wraps but for now they were girlish

enough.

Mark's face too was girlish enough when Tracy sat the small tube of

lipstick down. Mark had pursed his lips for her and a moment later he felt

the waxy light pink glide over them. A tissue left a pink lip print on it,

amusing him to no end given it was his lips leaving that mark. Susan was

there with the wig when Tracy closed her make-up case.

Brigitte meanwhile was lifting Mark's first dress from it's hanger. Hilga,

once Mark's transformation was underway, left for his white baby shoes and

lacy socks. She was there at Mark's feet as Susan fussed with his wig. The

bonnet and slip that went with Mark's baby dress was on the hanger and

Brigitte fused with both as Stacy took up Mark's dress.

Mark stood but with his back to the mirrors after Hilga slipped his lacy

socks and baby shoes on his feet. His shoes were rounded and strapped

closed giving him a delightfully cute baby look as Brigitte came over with

the short slip.

It was a baby's slip but the taffeta that would move against Mark's skin

was covered in a layer of organdy. Hilga had her dresses designed for the

senses and one of the senses was hearing so that layer of organdy moved

noisily over the taffeta. It would make a soft rustling sound with every

move Mark made.

Mark felt the taffeta layer touch him then play against his nipples in a

delightful way as Brigitte moved the slip to and fro. She took far longer

than necessary but the time was necessary for this all to work. Each a

layer to be assimilated in Mark's mind. Each layer a literal step into

their world. His mind already played in that world through his fantasies,

now he was walking figuratively into it.

"How does that feel," Brigitte asked softly near his ear.

"Nice," Mark said matching her whisper. Hilga was listening and heard.

"Feel girlish," Brigitte asked.

Mark, with a blush, nodded his yes.

"You are a very pretty little girl," Brigitte said as she finished fussing

with his slip. The slip stopped right at Mark's finger tips. Another

design element that Hilga introduced. Mark could feel the edge of his lace

and, in front of a mirror see the small "V" of his diaper as well.

Feedback for a sissy baby and Mark's little dress came next.

Organdy and nylon gathered in soft rolls surrounded him and another layer

of lace fell just to his finger tips as the dress settled. The color of

the dress matched the ruffles on his baby pants perfectly as did that

small bit of ribbon decorated his ruffled socks. His bonnet was being held

by Brigitte in front of him so he could see it as Stacy finished putting

Mark into his dress.

Three tiny white buttons at the back closed it as Brigitte fixed the

bonnet so she could put it on Mark from the front. Mark was looking at it

as Tracy moved to Mark's side and said in a soft voice, "I'm going to

pierce your ears. It won't hurt at all."

Mark was about to turn but didn't when Tracy asked him to hold still. A

small instant pin prick caught Mark but his reaction was slight. It

happened again as Tracy moved to his other ear. Tiny diamonds on gold post

were fitted in instantly after she wiped the holes with alcohol.

"Just turn each one a full circle every once in a while." Tracy said.

"OK, Mark responded as Brigitte brought the bonnet over his gold brads.

There was a long ribbon of satin attached to either side of the bonnet and

the bonnet itself circled his face with white delicate lace gathering

closer as Brigitte tied the ribbons into a bow. Small curls of blond hair

***ked from beneath the lace and Brigitte sighed.

Mark was a beautiful baby girl she mused. She had drawn the lucky short

straw that had been used to chose the woman who would ****** feed Mark for

his baby pictures. She was wearing a nursing bra for the occation and felt

giddy over the prospects of cuddling Mark against her as he nursed.

"Ready," Hilga asked when she stepped in front of Mark. There were two

full length mirrors on either side of the cabinet that were on hinges.

Each was cantered so Mark would have three views of himself. A forth would

be added from the mirror moving in on wheels from behind.

"I think so," Mark said and when he said it he had to close his eyes as

Hilga turned him 180 degrees. Mark was positioned for a full view as the

mirror from behind was pushed into place.

Hilga encouraged him then to open his eyes and say hello to the pretty

girl looking back.

"So what do you think," Hilga asked.

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Mark hadn't seen himself yet. He had seen his toes, his fingernails, a

tuff of blond hair and the ruffles of his bonnet from the corner of his

eyes. He'd seen the slip he wore, the ruffles of his panties when he was

put into them and his dress. He could feel everything and imagine his face

with makeup but until this moment he hadn't seen himself.

When Mark turned he'd turned with his eyes closed, opening them at Hilga's

question 'so what do you think'. That question hung there as Mark opened

them to look. The girls watched on, in knowing anticipation, having done

this to countless young men. There was a giggle of excitement from one of

them and all were smiling as Mark took his first look.

For a few seconds he didn't connect. He saw the girl looking back

awestruck at him as if she realized something was wrong. She was so very

pretty Mark mused. Not a little girl's face but a young girl's face and

that made it even better. A young girl dressed as a baby girl and that was

so cute. Mark, in another moment, became envious of her. He had always

been envious of pretty girls and the things they could wear.

It was so easy for a girl to chose something pretty to wear, impossible

for a boy so there was envy, longing, a desire he couldn't understand nor

satisfy. He wanted to tell this girl how lucky she was to be able to wear

what she wore. All of this in a few short seconds after opening his eyes

and suddenly the reality of what was happening hit home. Mark was looking

at himself! That was him looking back at him.

Mark took a shocked step back bumping into Hilga lightly. The bump shook

him awake from this dream, as he also realized it wasn't. Hilga placed her

hands lightly on Mark's shoulder to whisper, "say hello to Mary Beth

precious. Isn't she the most adorable little girl you've ever seen?"

Mark couldn't talk, he wasn't sure if his mouth would even work. He had

tried lipstick once. Frightening that little experiment, because he wasn't

positive it would come off at first. There was a pair of panties taken

from a cousin and a half slip of his mother's tossed after losing it's

lace. There had been moments, fleeting moments, some only minutes long, to

fill the void he had. Nothing ever coming close to what he had now.

That couldn't be him. It was impossible for a boy to look as pretty as the

prettiest girl and there she was almost smiling, almost out, but scared

still. Mark wanted to retreat, to move away for some seconds just to catch

his breath. He wanted to or thought he did but he knew he couldn't, nor

would. He was frozen in that spot.

She was a magnet holding him and Mark experimented covertly with a

fingertip sliding slowly over the panties from the side. Mark twisted at

the waist, again just a tiny bit to move the dress. A foot moved next,

then blinking to see if she matched everything he did and she did, move

for move.

Mark was Cinderella when the good fairy had waved her wand over her, that

sparkling magic transforming her for the ball. He was Dorothy when she

stepped from the beauty parlor in the Wizard of Oz and he was every girl

in school that he watched since he could remember.

"Here," Hilga said softly near his ear. She slid her hands from his

shoulders to his wrist and pulled his arms out from his side a little. She

took each hand and gently bent them up a little so they paralleled the

ground. A girlish pose as she whispered, "straighten your back and turn a

little. You are so pretty."

Mark smiled then and Mary Beth smiled back. He wasn't connecting him to

her yet, not fully, but some as his smile grew broader. Everything else

around him had vanished as Hilga said, "we're going to be in the living

room. Take a moment and make sure we didn't forget anything, then join us.

We've still got another baby dress and a very pretty party dress to put

you into for your pictures."

Mark nodded only just hearing her and not noticing the girls leaving till

Hilga stepped away. Mark turned to watch them, then back again. He saw the

slightly puffy "V" of his silken panties covering the diaper then and the

moment Hilga left was the moment Mark realized fully it was him looking

back. He twisted right, then left. Slowly at first, then quickly.

Mark kept his hands posed girlishly for a second longer before taking up

the edge of lace on his dress. A single layer came up and he tried again

this time holding two layers and the slip appeared. He did the same thing

again, but now with the slips and his diaper appeared. A half turn gave

him a view of his ruffled lace bottom and then the tiny pink bow.

"Never ceases to amaze me those first moments," Hilga said walking behind

the girls who were settling onto chairs and two couches.

"He's got to be one of the cutest we've had in a long time," Tracy said

smiling.

"Adorable," Stacy noted.

"Nearly perfect. Give me another day with him and he could step outside

easily," Susan added.

"I may keep him," Hilga said. The girls went quiet. It had been a long

time since Hilga had said something like that and her face hinted she was

serious. Of course that was impractical since Hilga had already taken Mrs.

Aby Van Braun's money.

"At least he's going to be visiting," Susan said in a comforting tone.

"True, very true. We never really lose them do we," Hilga said shaking

herself from her own fantasies.

There was still a lot of days ahead for Mark's schooling and Hilga always

wanted to keep most of the boys they transformed, although Mark was

special. The girls knew Mark was special the moment they met him and now

more than ever. And there was Mrs. Aby Van Braun to think about. Aby was

Mark's sponsor and Hilga knew Mark would be going to a good home.

Meanwhile, Ms. Baker, the Head Librarian, was beside herself with joy as

she reviewed the logs with Carol. It took an hour most times to go through

the sessions they trapped from the computers in the library. The search

software looked for key words and it had found a dozen this time.

"Bring up the video from 2:00 o'clock showing station 14." Ms. Baker said.

"What have you got," Carol asked as she typed a series of commands on her

key board. The center monitor ran backwards and stopped exactly at two as

Carol added, "here we go."

Ms. Baker looked at the young man typing commands on his key board as she

looked at both those commands and his image

Ms. Baker paused a bit then said, "hold on a second and let me move ahead

a bit on my side. Ah, here we go. Lovely."

"What," Carol asked excitedly.

"A maid I think. Yes, he's ordering a French Maid's outfit," Ms. Baker

said.

"Costume," Carol asked cautiously.

"Perhaps, but definitely upscale. He's ordering it from 'Yes Ma'am'.

Costume or not, he's... Hold on again," Ms. Baker noted as she typed in

more commands. She continued for a few minutes in silence then slapped her

palm on her table top happily as she added, "he's been to a forum that

talks about being a maid. Definitely a maid."

"Excellent, I'll start his profile," Carol said.

"Do that and get me Julie. She might still be in," Ms. Baker said smiling.

This was amazing luck so soon after finding that boy Mark.

"I've got Julie's phone ringing on line one," Carol said.

"Tomorrows Temps! How may I direct your call," Sharon said in a polite,

business like voice.

"Hi Sharon, it's me, Helen, is Julie still there," Ms. Baker asked.

"Yes ma'am, hold please," Sharon said just before soft music started to

play.

"Helen, how are you," Julie asked.

"I'm wonderful thank you very much and you," Helen asked.

"Excellent. Wonderful find on that young man. Mrs. Aby Van Braun is beside

herself. She's already designing a play room if you can believe that,"

Julie said.

"I knew it the moment I saw his log and when he left that disk it was a

sure thing. Very pleased with that one. So, can you use another maid," Ms.

Baker asked.

"Are you kidding, I can use all the maids you can get me. Next to babies

and little girls, maids are a big item. Seriously, I really can use her.

So how far are you or you just discovering," Julie asked.

"Just caught him. I'm doing his logs now and Carols starting a background

check. I'll know in a couple of days but he's ordered a dress... no, make

that an outfit and he's visiting a couple of forums for maids," Ms. Baker

said.

"Wonderful and yes, I want him. Just let me know when we can start his

interview," Julie said.

"I will. See you when I see you," Ms. Baker said.

"Bye and thank you for the heads up," Julie said. She hung up the phone

and yelled into the reception area to Sharon, "Allen, you go ahead and get

changed honey, we're through for the day my sweets."

Allen, as Sharon, smiled as he took his ear mike off for the phone system.

It had been a long day and his new heels were starting to hurt. He'd been

brought into the fold a year ago and Julie had kept him on as her personal

secretary after he flew through the typing test.

Ms. Baker had caught him almost a year ago doing the same sorts of things

the other boys did. Things a boy would do only when they thought no one

was watching. Unfortunately someone was watching. Fortunately it was Ms.

Baker doing the watching.

"Thank you Julie," Allen said as he stood and straightened his skirt.

Mark, meanwhile, had slipped into a happy kind of daze as he walked,

jumped slightly, twisted and turned in front of the mirror. He was beside

himself as the moments passed allowing the reality of what was happening

to set in. He couldn't believe he was doing this and it was even more

difficult to accept his outfit. His outfit, he mused. Part of the deal for

helping that woman Aby and if only this could go on forever he thought.

"Should I go get him," Tracy asked after a long number of minutes ticked

by. She was standing in the doorway of Hilga's office.

"In a bit. Let him enjoy himself a while," Hilga said watching the monitor

as Mark played. She had three hours of video now, beginning with his bath

and first diapering.

"Adorable," Hilga whispered as Mark twisted again to show the ruffles on

his panties.

And across town was Aby.

"This color," Aby told the decorator as she looked over the fabrics she

was comparing. Wall paper coordinated to the fabrics was her goal but

there were a lot of choices. She was, with the help of the designer,

creating the most adorable little girls room she could imagine. She was

also wondering what her young man was doing at this moment.

"Mary Beth, it's time for your pictures sweetheart," Hilga said coming in

just as Mark straightened. Mark had turned and bent over lifting his dress

to see all of the ruffles across his baby pants. He had almost gotten

caught bending over and blushed a little over that. Oddly enough he felt

slightly more comfortable being dressed.

"Mary Beth," Mark said smiling.

"Would you prefer another name," Hilga asked.

"Oh no, I like that name. It just seems so odd connected with me," Mark

said.

"Only to you. I see you as Mary Beth. So do the girls sweetie. They see

you as a girl," Hilga said.

"Really? How come," Mark asked curious.

"Mark, when you were growing up did you ever see yourself as a girl or

imagine such a thing," Hilga asked.

"Yes," Mark said now willing to answer.

"Well, there are women out there, and here, that can also see or imagine

some boys as girls. In fact, there are women that actually enjoy turning

boys into girls. Babies even. Little girls as well. We like it and for the

most part the boys we do this to like it. The difficulty is in finding

boys like you," Hilga said.

"Boys like me," Mark said with a touch of confusion in his voice. He

wasn't sure what he was or why he did what he did so he wasn't sure he was

a boy like any other boy. He had only just discovered some of this on the

Internet. Those disposables had given him goose bumps when he found a

forum that talked about adults and diapers. Diapers as fetishes and life

styles was still very new to him.

"Do you like what is happening to you," Hilga said.

"Yes," Mark said as he chanced a moment to touch the edge of his dress.

"Well, there are a lot of boys that like the same sorts of things," Hilga

said and added, "others like dressing as maids, big girls, even school

girls. Some want to be girls, some just want to dress as girls. Which one

are you honey," Hilga asked.

"I'm not sure," Mark said honestly.

"Then isn't this a wonderful coincidence, because here you are with time

and opportunity to discover what it is that makes you the most happy,"

Hilga said.

"Can't run around like this though," Mark said sounding disappointed.

"You never know honey. I know some women who would love to see you running

around just like that," Hilga said and added, "and you were already

experimenting when you wore that diaper under your jeans. That is fun

isn't it," Hilga said.

"It is," Mark agreed and added, "and there are women that like this sort

of thing?"

"Lots," Hilga said and added, " Me for one, the other girls here and I

think Aby, Mrs. Van Braun, is one of them. You should have seen her face

when we were talking about your little dresses. She was beside herself a

couple of times."

"Really," Mark asked as they reached the living room where the other girls

were.

"Hi Mary," Tracy said as Mark reached the doorway.

"Hi," Mark said shyly. That name again.

"Ready to pose for us," Tracy asked.

"Yes," Mark said.

"Well baby girl, then let's go do this," Tracy said taking Mark's hand.

The girls began standing to follow as Tracy turned Mark to the hall and

off towards the kitchen. They reached a door and steps leading to the

basement.

It was a basement but finished like the rest of the rooms in the house.

Carpeted and brightly lit but what caught Mark's attention was the props

and walls. Not walls he realized but partitions that could move and

several had been set up as a room. A baby's room. There was a changing

table, crib, highchair and playpen and a very large camera.

"Milk or juice Mark," Stacy said as she headed for a small kitchen with a

bar sink.

"What," Mark asked. He was preoccupied when Stacy had talked.

"For your bottle honey. Milk or juice," Stacy repeated.

"Juice," Mark said smiling. 'For your bottle,' Stacy had said.

"OK Mark, lets get you into the play pen first," Tracy said as she began

turning portable lights on for the camera. There was a couple of

aluminized umbrellas that lit the place brightly as Mark moved to the

large adult size play pen. It was wood fashioned after the older versions

that folded, but bigger as Mark stepped over the side.

The girls, those not occupied with his baby bottle or pictures began

filling the play pen with dolls, toys and stuffed animals. Hilga watching

from the side flipped a switch and another set of videos started. Their

videos were very popular on their web site and Mark was going to be liked

a lot, Hilga mused, as she watched the goings on.

Tracy stepped to the play pen and told Mark to ignore the camera and just

play. Mark did picking up a soft doll to cuddle before taking up another.

They gave him his bottle and he nursed it a few times for Tracy. A couple

of dozen shots were taken before they brought Mark out and had him sit on

a baby blanket. More poses, another few minutes nursing his bottle again

and another doll.

They had him crawl to the crib before he climbed into the crib to once

again nurse his bottle. Stacy had refilled it as Mark laid back within the

security of the adult size confines. It made him feel babyish and he wet a

second time as he laid there secure and happy. Hilga new Mark would be wet

as she directed Susan to change him first then get him into his second

baby dress.

Brigitte, meanwhile, was getting set up in the partitioned area just

beyond where Mark was. She was sitting on a soft couch and had brought the

shoulder of her dress down. Down just enough exposing the white nursing

bra she wore as Susan went through the process of changing Mark's diaper.

The changing table scaled up the same as the crib and play pen.

Mark's change left him amazingly happy as Susan used several baby wipes

first before his ointment and baby powder. He was nursing his pacifier and

holding the soft doll he now favored as the fresh diaper came up between

his legs. His second dress took another slip but this one fuller with

layers of petticoats as Stacy helped Susan 'dress the baby'.

Mark wasn't sure what was next when they had him stand. They had changed

him and now he followed Stacy to the edge of the area made to look like a

baby's nursery. Mark saw Brigitte first then noticed her ****** as Stacy

took Mark's pacifier. Tracy directed him again and this time to Brigitte's

lap. Mark could hardly draw a breath as he positioned himself to be

nursed.

Mark, happily dry and now nursing on Brigitte's warm ****** could have

fallen asleep right then and there. He was slightly disappointed when

Tracy ended the picture taking. Of course it had only ended for a time

since Brigitte would nurse him again in her room later. Brigitte too hated

to end this as the warm glow of pleasure began to spread through her body.

The only good thing about this was more pictures and there was still one

more dress to wear. The girls were getting his little girl outfit ready as

Mark was put into the highchair. Brigitte, with her nursing bra closed and

dress fixed, would also have the honors of feeding Mark from a Gerber baby

jar of pudding. His bib, a pink plastic designed with pastel teddy bears

protected his dress as Brigitte fed him using a baby's spoon. The pictures

of Mark as a baby ended when the Gerber jar was empty.

Mark hadn't seen the dress till now, and as happy as he had been with the

other two, this one left him delirious. A blush pink organdy under a

lighter layer trimmed in lace gave it a double skirt and single layer top.

The puffy sleeves were two layers like the skirt. A very light dress that

needed a slip since you could see through it.

That slip shimmered in the light. A little girl's style bouffant with

petticoats starting just below Mark's chest. This one would hide his

ruffled panties but only if he stood perfectly still and Tracy was already

shooting pictures as Stacy and Susan fussed with Mark's little girl dress.

Mark's bonnet was replaced with a large pink chiffon bow at the back and

his baby shoes were now black patent Mary Jane shoes with lightly laced

socks to match his dress.

Mark moved across from the baby area to a mockup of a little girl's room

to start by serving tea to a giant white teddy bear and two Patti Play Pal

dolls in dresses like his. Tea time lasted long enough for pictures, then

Mark changed one of the Patti Play Pal dolls before being positioned on

the floor to color in a Disney Princess Coloring Book.

Tracy posed him on his stomach after fixing his dress then had him bend

his legs up at the knees. A little girl pose as Mark continued coloring

happily. The camera clicking constantly as Tracy circled Mark at least

twice. Mark could have spent most of the night coloring all of those

Disney dresses he had so envied growing up.

There were a hundred pictures snapped and on the computer with another

hour and a half worth of video to add to Mark's file as the girls started

moving things to their original positions. Mark had grown fond of his 'My

First Doll' doll and Hilga suggested he bring her with him for dinner.

Tracy stood back at the small office area to start choosing the best

pictures of Mark. It would take a couple of days to actually edit the

videos.

The girls, Hilga and Mark went about the task of fixing dinner. A crock

pot had been simmering a stew and Mark sat the table wearing a little

girl's pinafore Hilga had put him into right after they entered the

kitchen. Mark felt like one of the girls but slightly off given he was the

only one dressed as a little girl. It felt nice at least looking like the

youngest in an odd sort of way.

"The pictures are up," Tracy said coming upstairs to a set table and

Dinner being served. Mark was surprised it had gone so fast as he sat

there like a little lady eating small bites of stew with the warm bread

Hilga had fixed. It had only been a few hours since his conversation with

Ms. Baker and that woman Aby.

Aby, meanwhile, was sitting in the rocker looking at the color swatches of

Mark's room wondering if he would like it as much as she did. The wall

paper would go up tomorrow and the rest of Mark's furniture would be

delivered on Monday. Aby was paying a premium to have the room painted on

a Saturday but she felt Mark was worth it.

"So what happens now," Mark asked of Hilga with Tracy's announcement on

those pictures.

"There is a young man that does our web site and he's encrypting the

images with a code to go with the system cookies. As soon as we have

confirmation that the man, in question, has downloaded the images, Aby is

gong to get the ball rolling," Hilga offered but realizing Mark didn't

much care about that part.

"It won't be long after that then," Mark said feeling the anxiety of what

that meant, and changing his mood. Hilga could sense that meaning behind

the words easily and smiled inwardly. So afraid to do this, then so afraid

to see it stop Hilga mused happily. Hilga also allowed that anxiety to

climb a bit.

"Could be days, even a few weeks. Mostly depends on when he downloads

those images. We do know he's a member and that he stops at our website

about once a week. With the information we have we'll know the moment he

downloads the images. Meanwhile, I'm afraid you'll have to hang with us

till then. Can you handle that," Hilga asked.

"Yes," Mark said, feeling exicted that he at least had more time with

Hilga and the girls.

"Unfortunately, we can only host you for a couple of weeks," Hilga noted

and then added, "we had a lot of clients that we're putting off for the

sake of this lawsuit of Mrs. Van Braun."

"Oh, I didn't realize... So two weeks then," Mark said with those feelings

returning.

"Two weeks is a long time honey," Hilga said.

"It is," Mark noted, but not believing it as much as he thought Hilga did.

Of course Mark didn't know about Aby's efforts at her place. Mark's room

would take a couple of days more to finish and there was still some

shopping to do for the knickknacks. Unfortunately, for Aby, two weeks

before she had an opportunity to greet her little sissy baby was nearly an

eternity.

"Meanwhile, lets get this kitchen cleared up and get you ready for bed.

You've had a long day precious," Hilga said.

Mark believing the costumes had more or less ended nodded as he said, "I

don't have much in the way of clothes. I mean at least not here."

Mark had meant his clothes, boy clothes although Hilga also understood

what Mark really meant.

"Mark, remember when we talked about this coincidence and how wonderful it

was? I mean this chance to begin to understand and discover what sorts of

things make you happy," Hilga asked.

"Yes," Mark said as the girls went about cleaning the kitchen.

"Well, I meant that. What I'm trying to say is why not continue like this.

I most certainly don't mind, the girls adore you as well and there is

definitely enough things to get you past a few days at least. I guess what

I'm trying to say is I'd really like you to remain Mary Beth while you are

here. If that doesn't sound too strange." Hilga said.

"So you're saying more or less dress like this still," Mark said not sure

if he should sound as disappointed as he meant to. He was still a guy

after all and an adult guy at that and dressing as a little girl around

women was nagging at him a little.

"Of course! We've got the outfits and you've got the time so why not use

it," Hilga said and then added as additional inducement, "the thing is

Tracy could take a few more pictures just in case," Hilga noted.

"I could that," Mark said feeling relieved that he had a reason to dress.

"Then what say you get ready for bed. We've all had a long day," Hilga

said as she gently pinched Mark's cheek.

Mark was going to say yes when Brigitte walked in wearing a light lavender

baby doll set with a separate robe of the same material. Her baby doll was

almost as short as his dress and while it hid Brigitte nicely it left

enough for the imagination and Mark's imagination was running wild.

"I get to play mommy tonight Mary Beth," Brigitte said coming over to Mark

to take his hand. Susan had closed the refrigerator and in her hand

another baby's bottle of milk. She handed that to Brigitte who took it in

her free hand. Her other hand held Mark's.

Brigitte looked at the baby's bottle, then at Mark before she started to

hand it back to Susan as she added, "I think I'll ****** feed my baby."

"Mark's knees felt weak as Brigitte tugged lightly on his hand to guide

him for the steps.

BetBots · « **Reply #3 on:** February 11, 2006, 08:37:13 PM »

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Username: marybethsanford, Oct/20/2005 21:33:27 [-04]

Mark was an adult, did adult things, thought adult thoughts, as everyone

did, but there were also his fantasies like everyone else. Only some of

what Mark had already done was well beyond what he had ever imagined. Like

those dresses and now this woman walking him up the steps. Mark thought of

girls as most boys do, but occasionally not, and he was daring those other

thoughts now.

Mark's room was the second door on the right of the large upstairs area

but he was walked past that to the forth door on the right. There were

eight doors along that corridor and one at the end Mark suspected was

Hilga's room. The room he entered he suspected was Brigitte's.

"I thought I'd let you chose your nightgown," Brigitte said as if it was

something he did all the time. Mark hadn't thought about actually dressing

as a girl beyond the necessity of doing so for the pictures.

"For more pictures," Mark asked blushing slightly over the prospects of

what he was wearing and that it might continue. However, he was nervous

that wearing these clothes without having to do so or looking as if he was

volunteering left him a little unnerved.

"No more pictures tonight. I just thought... Mark, forgive me for saying

this but you make a very pretty looking girl. I can probably speak for the

others since a couple of them are somewhat jealous of my position right

now. The thing is I like men that can look pretty... crazy, I know but I

do and... well, I'd just like to play some more," Brigitte said moving

close enough to Mark to kiss him and did.

Their kiss ended and Mark, flustered said, "Hilga mentioned that part."

"Which part honey," Brigitte said as she moved behind Mark to untie the

large satin bow of his sash.

"That there were women who liked dressing me as girls," Mark said.

"You've got a whole house full of those kinds of women. Two of us love the

little girl look and one of us loves being a mommy," Brigitte said.

"Which one likes being a mommy," Mark asked.

"Me silly. Why do you think I was so happy when I found out you would be

mine for the night," Brigitte said leaning in to slip her hands around

Mark's waist. A delightful feeling as she moved the dress over the slip

that move over his skin.

"I thought it was for more pictures or something," Mark said.

"Or something," Brigitte said as she softly bit Mark's left ear.

"Oh," Mark said as her meaning and actions made it perfectly clear where

this was going.

"Mark, if you would rather this not happen, I'd understand," Brigitte said

softly but still circling his waist with her arms.

"I'd like this to happen," Mark said giving into the emotions.

"Me too," Brigitte said moving to the back buttons of his dress as she

added, "and quickly if you don't mind."

Mark stood in the middle of Brigitte's room allowing himself to be

undressed as his dress was gently pushed to the floor after Brigitte

slipped the slips shoulder straps off each shoulder. He was back to his

diaper, ruffled panties, socks and Mary Jane shoes as Brigitte took up his

dress and slip she draped over a chair.

"Barbie, Disney Princesses or something more babyish," Brigitte asked.

"What," Mark asked back not sure of the references she had just made.

"Your nightgown," Brigitte said.

"Oh," Mark answered slightly taken back by having to chose. He was

enjoying his diaper and ruffled panties and wondered what babyish meant as

he added, "what does babyish mean."

"I'll show you," Brigitte said moving to her dresser. She pulled the third

drawer open and out came a delightfully feminine baby doll top in a light

lavender. Two layers of nylon with the first opaque and the second sheer

enough to see the first. The top layer was laced. It was very short.

"That one," Mark said of his choices, and then wondered if he should take

his diaper and ruffled panties off alone with his shoes as he added, "want

me to finish undressing?"

"Just your shoes and socks sweetheart and I'll get those. Mommy's going to

have the pleasure of getting into your diaper in just a bit," Brigitte

said as she kissed Mark when she neared. Brigitte removed the large hair

bow, sitting that on her dresser before gathering the nightgown over

Mark's hair.

It was short and felt wonderful as it fell over his diaper and ruffled

panties. Brigitte eased Mark to her bed and had him sit as she removed his

Mary Jane shoes and lacy socks. He was beside himself with the thoughts of

what was coming but instead of laying him back she took his hand and

guided him to her vanity.

"Makeup first," Brigitte said taking up a cold cream jar that she opened.

She moved to Mark's face after slipping her fingers into the white cream

and a half dozen tissues later Mark's face was clean.

"All set," Brigitte said after she did her own face. Mark felt as if he'd

entered a new world as Brigitte took his hand once again. A girl's world

with mysteries still and exciting because of it. This time she tugged the

bed covers down before easing Mark to the beds edge.

With Mark in bed Brigitte took a moment to slip out of her own dress and

then her slip before returning to the drawer for a nightgown of her own.

She had left her panties on, Mark mused, until she tugged those off. She

was beautiful, Mark also mused, as Brigitte gathered the nightgown,

slipping it over her head.

He was going to have sex he knew and how odd that was given what he was

wearing. Brigitte had the same thought as she looked at the young man she

was about to transform. Brigitte was bi-sexual and found feminine men the

best of both worlds and one in a diaper left her breathless as she moved

to the bed.

The pounding on a door caught them both by surprise. It was off in the

distance but it was loud, forceful and carried past the closed door of

Brigitte's room startling her then Mark because of it. It was too late at

night for anything normal then that voice, "Police, vice! Open the door."

Brigitte reacted instantly, grabbing a robe for herself then one for Mark.

Mark instantly was up and putting the robe on as Brigitte did her own. A

new knock this time at Brigitte's door came before the door opened.

"Vice," Hilga said standing there in a nightgown and robe as she added,

"Mark, come with me quickly."

Mark moved towards Hilga but hesitated as he realized what it was he was

wearing and how that would look. His nails were painted pink as were his

toes and he was dressed as a girl. He was still wearing the wig they had

put on him.

"I've got to change," Mark said in a panic.

"No, it's going to be better if you don't. Come on and I'll explain this

while Joyce takes care of the cops," Hilga said. There was a sense of

urgency in her voice that suggested she was scared but a undercurrent of

authority that suggested she knew what she was doing. Mark had no choice

either way as he followed her out of the room. The other girls were

spilling into the hall as another forceful knock came.

"Hold on a second, "Joyce's voice said from below.

Mark was ushered into Hilga's room and when the door closed she turned and

said, "your name is Nadia. You're from Russia on a work visa and I'm your

sponsor. You've got laryngitis and can't talk, understood?"

"Yes? No? I mean what's going on," Mark said in a panic.

"It's a raid. We've gotten them before. We're targets occasionally for the

vice squad because of what we do here but they are not going to find any

clients. You're going to be one of the girls. Listen to me, they are going

to search the place and find just us. They can't do anything if they don't

find anything so just act frightened and I'll do the talking," Hilga said.

"That's going to be easy enough," Mark said as fright took hold as he

added, "they are never going to believe I'm a girl."

"Yes they are, trust me on this, they will," Joyce said as she turned Mark

after opening the door.

"Everyone downstairs," the man's voice said as Mark walked with Joyce to

the head of those steps leading downstairs.

"What's going on," Hilga said as she reached the landing before Mark. She

turned, looked at Mark and said, "go sit with the other girls honey."

"Hi Hilga. Come on, you know the routine," the man said moving into the

house with another man as he added, "who's the new girl?"

"Who," Hilga said as Mark made it to the coach and sat between Brigitte

and Tracy.

"Never mind that! You know the routine as well as I do. Where is your

warrant," Hilga said defiantly.

"Right here," the man said handing Hilga an folded paper that Hilga opened

to read.

"Says you can search for clients only," Hilga said.

"That's right, so why don't you make this easier and get whoever is here

down here," the man said.

"No one here but us girls," Hilga said.

"OK, we can do this the hard way," the man said before adding, "Jack, want

to run the rooms upstairs while I keep the girls occupied."

"Got it," the other man said taking the steps two at a time.

"So does this new girl got papers," the man said moving into the room

behind Joyce and Hilga.

"Her name is Nadia and I've got her papers right here," Hilga said taking

papers from the pocket of her robe.

"That's convenient," the man said.

"Isn't it! Figured you'd harass her first since you're not going to find

anyone else here," Hilga said as she handed the man papers.

"Don't see a passport," the man said.

"You'll find an affidavit of application to the Russian Embassy dated a

week ago. We're waiting for a duplicate. You've got her health card,

temporary visa. You can call the embassy and verify that application. Till

then you'll have to make do," Hilga said as the man looked at the papers.

"You speak English," the man asked looking right at Mark. Mark was forcing

himself not to wet but did so anyway. Mark looked at Hilga in a panic.

She's got laryngitis and a cold. Her English isn't all that good anyway.

Now stop scaring her and be civil," Hilga said as the man he'd called Jack

reached the bottom of the steps.

"No one else in the house," Jack said.

"So how's business," the man standing in the living room said after Jack

spoke.

"Business is excellent and as you well know, legitimate. We don't have sex

here," Hilga said.

"Right, and I'm not a vice cop either," the man said looking at the girls

and then Hilga.

"So, what else can I do for you Mike," Hilga said.

"Just keep your nose clean," Mike said as he handed Hilga the papers back.

"Always do," Hilga said.

"Right," the man said turning to his partner before nodding for the door.

His partner Jack turned and started for that door as Mike fell in behind

him.

"Sorry to bother you ladies. Hilga, always a pleasure," Mike said as his

partner Jack opened the door.

"Will I see you again, Mike," Hilga asked sarcastically.

"Count on it," Mike said turning to smile at Hilga.

"Have a nice evening officers," Hilga said closing the door as Mike and

his partner Jack stepped through it.

BetBots · « **Reply #4 on:** February 11, 2006, 08:38:40 PM »

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Username: marybethsanford, Oct/21/2005 16:32:27 [-04]

"What was that all about," Mark said as he began to shake.

"Believe it or not, that was routine. They do this once in a while just to

keep us on our toes," Hilga said as the others began to stand. Hilga

smiled at Mark as she added, "scary for the uninitiated but you did just

fine honey."

"Do you think he believed you? About me that is," Mark said not sure if he

could stand or not.

"Of course. Honey, you look adorable and just exactly what the name Nadia

suggest. You're fine," Hilga noted.

"Fine," Mark said not meaning it. He had wet himself and had nearly passed

out with fear and he was fine.

"Really, it's OK for now. He didn't even copy the information I gave him

so he's not going to be running any checks on it. The only thing is I

might have to move you for a couple of days till I'm sure everything

really is OK," Hilga said.

"Move me? Move me where," Mark said in a renewed panic.

"I'm thinking we might slip you out of here and the best place, for now at

least, is to Mrs. Aby Van Braun's place," Hilga said.

"For what," Mark said as he thought over what Hilga was saying. He was

staying here so there was no connection to Aby or at least that was the

plan and now that had changed. He looked at Hilga nervously.

Meanwhile, the man Mike took up his cell phone, flipped it open and

pressed in the number on the paper as he climbed into the plain sedan with

his partner.

"Hello," A woman's voice said.

"Ms. Van Braun please," Mike said.

"Speaking," Aby answered.

"Mrs. Van Braun, this is Mike from Guys and Dolls Theatrical. We're just

leaving the house this minuet and I was told to give you call you when we

were finished," Mike said.

"Thank you," Aby said and added, "did it go OK."

"It did ma'am. "Ma'am, although I should note that we didn't see anyone

else. No boy, just girls. There was no young man there," Mike said.

"Good enough. Thank you," Aby said smiling. She was hoping that was the

case. It meant Mark was dressed and definitely passable.

"You're welcome," Mike said shrugging. He and his partner Jack were

suppose to be playing vice cops and supposedly they would find a young man

there with one of the girls. This woman's nephew they'd been told. Only

they hadn't seen that woman's nephew as Mike added to his partner Jack, "I

guess we're done here. Let's stop and get a burger before we go drop this

car and stuff off."

"Hello," Aby said when her phone rang again. This one was from Hilga who

had held her finger up so she could hold on Mark's question. Mark sat

there in silence as Hilga dialed and waited a moment. Obviously someone

answered, Mark mused.

"Hi Mrs. Van Braun, it's me, Hilga...

Mrs. Van Braun there has been a slight snag....

No, he's fine. Listen, the vice cops were here rousting us....

Didn't plan on that either...

No, they didn't....

He was dressed actually...

No, they never checked....

Actually, I used a set of papers that said he's a Russian girl here on a

visa,"

Mark sat listening with Brigitte who was consoling him as Hilga talked.

Mark was trying to piece the conversation Hilga was having with Mrs. Van

Braun as she talked. Brigitte was holding his hand.

"That's what I was thinking.

We've got the pictures up and we're monitoring them as we speak...

No, those went fine, but for the next few days things should be pretty

quiet....

That's a great idea and I was hoping you'd say that...

Thank you. I can have him ready and there in an hour..."

Great, we'll see you then."

Mark sat trying to figure out what was happening as Hilga turned while

closing her cell phone and said, "Mark, we're going to get you dressed and

have you stay with Mrs. Van Braun for a few days. At least till we're sure

that the cops have lost interest in us. No sense adding any more

complications than necessary."

"Should I go change," Mark said happy to get out of the diaper he was

wearing.

"Brigitte will help you. We're going to move you to Aby's place the same

way we did bringing you here. You'll have to leave here as a girl if

that's OK," Hilga said and added, "just in case those cops might still be

watching."

"Are you wet precious," Brigitte asked walking Mark back to her room.

"A little. I think it happened when I heard the policeman," Mark said

blushing. He wondered if he was wearing shorts, boys shorts or underwear

if this would have happened, deciding for the sake of his ego, no.

"Well, lets get you into a disposable just in case and a nice comfortable

dress to travel in," Brigitte said as she moved to her closet. Mark didn't

think of why Brigitte might have a package of disposables in her closet or

dresses that would fit him but he was too nervous at the moment for

rational thought.

Mark's nightgown came off and Mark stood there in just his ruffled baby

pants and diaper now noticeably wet.

"Lay on the bed precious and I'll get you changed," Brigitte said as she

moved to the bed with the disposable.

Mark, thinking he should suggest underpants, for guys, saw the disposable

in Brigitte's hand. Try as he might he couldn't imagine anything else as

he laid back on the bed he'd been in before that knock. As scared as he

was he decided a diaper would be justified.

Brigitte removed Mark's baby pants, then his diaper and with the expertise

of a mother wiped, powdered and taped Mark into a girl's disposable

diaper.

"Would you like to wear panties over your diaper Mark," Brigitte asked.

"For what," Mark asked. He did want to wear panties but didn't dare say

yes.

"Just so you can know you're wearing panties under your dress," Brigitte

asked and added, "seriously though, they are not really necessary but with

the slip it will keep your dress from moving the diaper when you sit."

"I guess so," Mark said trying not to smile.

That made sense to Mark thankfully and let him off the hook as Brigitte

went back to that large dresser. The panties, like the rhumba panties

lined in plastic were ruffled. Those ruffles a delightful look, Mark mused

silently, as Brigitte walked over. Mark stood in his disposable and

stepped into the panties Brigitte held open and lowered.

His slip, and that made Mark smile slightly thinking that, went over his

head. A girl's slip and trimmed lightly in lace but simple as little girl

slips went. A nice feel to it Mark mused as it fell over him. Brigitte

went back to the closet and returned with a girl's jumper. It reminded him

of a school girl's jumper, in a deep purple, that went with a blouse and

that came out after the jumper did.

Brigitte helped him with the blouse then the jumper and finally the shoes.

Mary Jane shoes again with white socks that came just above the ankle. A

very narrow bit of lace went around the fold of the sock. Girlish but not

as dressy as the ruffled socks he'd worn earlier.

With his clothes on Mark's hair was brushed and brought back to just

behind his ears and held on either side by two pink barrettes. Once again

he sat at Brigitte's vanity and watched as his girlish face grew even more

feminine. He looked twelve, if that, he mused happily. As scared as he was

still, this part was wonderful.

"Is that woman Aby going to be OK with this," Mark asked as Brigitte

finished with his lipstick. A light shade of pink so it appeared almost as

if he wasn't wearing lipstick but clearly feminine. He wondered in those

seconds what Aby might really think.

"Is Aby going to be OK with this? Definitely! Honey, she already thinks

you are adorable or at least that's the impression I got. If I had any

doubts, those went away when I saw the dresses she had made," Brigitte

said.

"Dresses," Mark asked.

"Those dresses you were posed in... the ones for the pictures... Those

were strictly made for you and who ever made them clearly knows what sugar

and spice means," Brigitte said as she lightly blotted Mark's lips for the

last time as she added, "there we go."

That didn't make sense suddenly. Those dresses were already here when Mark

arrived. There was something wrong with the time line, Mark mused, trying

to consider when he first met Aby and then the time in-between then and

when he arrived.

Mark wasn't sure how long it took to make one dress let alone several but

he was almost sure it was longer than the time allowed for. It would mean

that Aby had those dresses made before he met her and that left him

curious on how long she'd known. More curious as he realized she'd had

those dresses made before he'd even had a chance to say yes.

"All set honey," Brigitte said as she stood and extended her hand.

"I'm a little nervous," Mark said.

"Don't be! Even your own mother wouldn't recognize you and I'm guessing

those policemen are long gone by now," Brigitte said and added, "just

going for a little ride is all."

Aby, meanwhile, was looking at the room she was working on. It wasn't

finished, but furnished and the only thing still needed was the Ballerina

paper trim below the soft pink molding separating the ceiling from the

walls.

Aby wanted more time, another couple of days at least, but there was

another young man about to be brought into the fold she was told. A maid

of all things and she smiled. It was amazing this process when she was

first told of it. Out of a dozen young men who went on-line at the library

on any given day, at least three to four had some sort of fetish or desire

for the feminine.

Three in four liked to be dominated, a few liked dressing as girls and

every once in a while there were boys like Mark. Mark was an adult baby

that liked dressing as a little girl. Very rare she was told when she

expressed an interest in such things to Julie in a candid conversation.

Aby had known Julie since their college days and her company Tomorrows

Temps was growing fairly well. Aby had called for a house keeper then

decided to have lunch for the sake of old times and did. They talked of

school and those first few boys before Julie mentioned she could send a

male maid over if Aby wanted. A joke at first.

Aby had laughed herself almost sick over that bit of humor, remembering

the line-backer they caught taking panties. He ended up spending four of

his Saturdays getting himself made over to clean their sorority house.

They teased him relentlessly and it seemed the more they did so the more

he enjoyed it. He had a fetish for such things Julie noted, as did a

number of young men.

That comment, made in passing, was what caught Aby's attention. When Aby

pressed Julie on her comment she laughed and went on to explain how part

of her business had spun off in a way. She was till a Temporary service

but she was also providing men, dressed as women, for women.

That part of her business, Julie noted, had started when she got a call

from a well to do woman that wanted to men who could pass as female maids.

Maids in those racy little ruffled outfits for a luncheon she was having.

It was an activist group and the woman wanted the two men to serve lunch

and cater to those attending. A spoof for the humor it would provide.

Julie, at that time, had only met Hilga once and Hilga was a dominatrix.

They met at a small business meeting and Julie was fascinated by Hilga's

occupation once she was told what it was. Julie called Hilga and asked if

she knew of two men that might want to fill those two temporary slots she

needed. It was a shot in the dark for Julie but to Julie's amazement there

were several willing to do that.

A few weeks later, Julie noted to Aby, she had another request, then

another soon after as word of mouth spread about Julie's new temps. Before

long Julie was providing a number of well off women with males dressed as

females. She had even hired one that went by the name Sharon when he was

working as Julie's secretary. The thing is Allen, as Sharon, was a great

secretary Julie noted.

One thing led to another and Julie had a fairly long list of clients and

young men to serve them in a variety of positions. Aby, of course, was

fascinated by this revelation and before long was asking, discreetly, if

there were young men that liked dressing as little girls. Julie didn't

know about Aby's taste in such things till then.

Aby didn't know there were so many when Julie showed her the portfolio she

used when finding someone qualified. How Julie came by such variety and in

such numbers was the second conversation they had and that's when Julie

mentioned Helen Baker. Helen was a friend of Hilga and in a off the wall

conversation was explaining how she came to know of such men.

Seems that Helen, the Head Librarian for a local college had dozens of

young men surfing the world wide web for their fetishes. Helen, under the

new Home Land Security Initiative, took advantage of a few new laws that

allowed her to use software traps for key words that then allowed her to

monitor the fifty computers she was in charge of.

Helen, of course, was looking for terrorist and profiles that would point

to those kinds of people, but for the sake of entertainment she began

looking for the fetishes young men had. A fascinating look that grew even

more fascinating as the numbers of young men grew. Helen was talking with

Hilga about those numbers, who was then sharing that information with

Julie.

Before long Julie, deciding she might have what could be considered a

recruitment facility of sorts, talked with Helen and Hilga about that very

thing. There were laws and moral issues concerning the personal nature of

this, but the rational of doing this only with men who might enjoy doing

this got them past a lot of those issues.

A lot of those men were desperate to take their life styles and fetishes

to another level or so Helen noted and Hilga agreed. Finding a way to

breach the subject with those young men was the most difficult part and

took some time, but before long Helen had a workable approach. Between

Helen, Hilga and now Julie they had a workable plan and not too long after

that an almost endless supply of young men willing to not be for any

number of reasons.

Of those there were definitely young men that liked dressing as little

girls and within that group a few that might consider being or were adult

babies. Aby was interested in "that sort" of young man she said one day

with cheeks glowing nearly red. Julie, no longer surprised at the demands

of her clients, promised she would talk with Helen and Helen promised both

that the first young man that liked diapers and ruffled baby pants would

be hers.

Not hers per se but the opportunity would be hers, Helen had noted. The

young men she recruited for Julie, like all the rest, had to volunteer to

do whatever it was they were going to be into. To breach their confidence

was risky so to ensure their confidence, it had to be secure, Helen noted.

Helen always made sure first that the young man said yes. If he said no,

he was allowed to walk away from that conversation with no repercussions.

A few walked back after discovering that what Helen promised was accurate

and only on rare occasions did a young man walk away forever. It took

several months before Helen discovered Mark and his propensity for the

little girl look and diapers under that.

Mark was profiled and when it was clear he was exactly what Aby might be

interested in Julie was contacted. When Julie was satisfied with Mark she

brought in Aby and of course Aby was thrilled. Mark was adorable and the

thought of him dressed as a little girl and diapered besides left Aby

having difficulty speaking.

Aby agreed to Julie's, Hilga's and Helen's fees and sat listening to the

plot to introduce Mark to her. One of the most effective scenarios was

using the ploy of a young man as bait in a legal entrapment for the sake

of another young man, and that seemed to be what was needed here for Mark.

Aby was beside herself over the prospects of what was coming and as

nervous as a mother about to adopt when the go ahead was given.

Aby of course went overboard when Hilga talked about a few outfits for the

pictures. She did the same with the room she stood in now as she realized

all of their efforts was about to come to a head. Aby had expected a few

more days to get everything ready, but Julie had called and said there was

another young man, a prospective maid, that she wanted to bring into the

program and badly needed Hilga's facilities.

Julie didn't want to really push Aby, but if she could take Mark in

earlier it would be greatly appreciated. To Aby's credit and the reason

she'd said yes was simply because she couldn't wait any longer for Mark.

She couldn't really wait the hour it was going to take between that mock

raid and Mark's arrival either.

Aby smiled at the room, at the additional dresses hanging in the closet

and more over the cute diaper stacker filled and hanging on the knob of

the bedroom door. There was everything she could think of and things she

hadn't thought of when this started coming together. Mark's likes and

dislikes were profiled and discussed and with the help of Helen and Hilga,

Aby had a fairly good idea on what might make Mark happy with most of it

in that room.

Mark, meanwhile was standing in the living room taking in the hugs, kisses

and complements on how adorable he looked and that everything was going to

be OK. Hilga promised Mark that very thing with her hug and Mark smiled.

Mark smiled not so much over what she said but that pat over his diaper

she was giving him when she said it.

He was nervous but excited as well. This woman that had helped recruit him

actually liked guys that liked dressing as little girls. Moreover, as

Brigitte had noted, candidly, that she understood this woman even liked

them diapered. If only that was true, Mark mused as Susan took up her car

keys.

"It's time to go precious," Susan said as Hilga released him with one more

firm pat on his bottom. Mark was going to miss those dresses and the

opportunity to wear them again as he took up the empty little black patent

purse Hilga handed him that matched his shoes.

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It felt odd but wonderful stepping outside again and this time knowing he

looked every but the little girl he was dressed as. There was still a

nagging fear of being caught and the possibility of being seen by those

men, those detectives, but he trusted Hilga's confidence. Mark was also

excited to meet Aby again since he was told that she liked this sort of

thing.

Mark wasn't exactly sure what Aby actually liked or if it was even the

same things Mark might like but imagining it was felt nice. So too the

diaper moving gently between his legs teasing him as he walked. The

panties, against his thighs, actually felt silken. So too the slip that

would move across his chest and stomach lightly with his movements.

Nothing he wore felt like anything he had worn before this as the hem of

his jumper gently rubbed itself just above his knees. With the exception

of dressing for those photos, Mark had never really dressed before. We

could, he imagined, stay this way for the rest of his days.

"I'll drop you at the halfway house and Aby, about ten minutes later will

pick you up and take you to her place," Susan said as she pushed the key

into the ignition. Mark was fixing his seat belt and nodded. It was the

same drive as before but in reverse Mark noted as they exited the

driveway.

Aby, waiting a few blocks from the halfway house, sat quietly pondering

the ramifications of this next step and what it really meant. Taking

someone into your life was part of it... She knew of Mark but she didn't

really know Mark. She knew what his fetishes might be, what he dreamed of,

but not much on the reality side of Mark's life.

Aby also knew that it didn't much matter to her. Aby was in a state of

blissful contemplation over making Mark happy and in turn her own

happiness over doing so. It was like getting a baby, little girl and lover

all in the same package. One of those odd irrational thoughts Julie

planted in her head early on.

The fact that most of the men Julie inducted were happy was a testament to

her system. Satisfying dreams was not a bad way to start a relationship,

Julie had also noted. If that were true, Aby mused, then Mark was about to

fall happily down the rabbit hole and snickered over that as she imagined

Mark dressed as Alice.

Mark blushed slightly as the woman at the halfway house greeted him once

again as she said, "I see there have been changes and I like those

changes."

"Thank you," Mark said accepting the complement.

Susan, meanwhile, punched two digits on her cell phone as she put the car

into drive to move off and away from the halfway house.

"Hello," Aby said.

"He's there," Susan noted before she closed her cell.

Aby started her car and eased it into gear. She was a few minutes from the

halfway house and as nervous as she had ever been in her life. If this

didn't work she would be heart broken. It simply had to work.

"Mark, Aby is here," The woman said after excusing herself from the

kitchen table. Mark was sure the knock was Aby but it could have also

still been the police. Hearing that it was Aby gave him a moment of relief

but only for a moment. What if she didn't like him this way. What if this

was too odd for her, Mark mused as he stood.

Aby had seen the boy and a hint of him as a girl on that first trip to

Hilga's place but it still unnerved her seeing him actually passable as a

girl. A young girl at that and his nervousness matched hers, she mused, as

she tried remaining as calm as she could be.

"Hi, and look at you," Aby said extending her hands out in a gesture of

surprise. It was genuine that surprise. Mark was adorable looking and the

conflicts within her grew steadily as she stood trying to figure out what

to say next.

Mark heard the words and wondered if Aby actually felt as excited as she

seemed. Mark decided she couldn't be anywhere near as excited as he was

but it felt nice trying to imagine such a thing. His blush was genuine and

that was for sure as he accepted her hug when he grew close enough for Aby

to embrace him.

"Quite an adventure we're on isn't it," Aby said talking his hand before

thanking the woman that still stood by the door.

"Getting complicated," Mark said with a tentative hug back.

"It is I suppose," Aby said as she and Mark walked towards her car as she

added, "or less so perhaps."

"How's that," Mark asked.

"What? Oh, I was just thinking that it's not as complicated as it might

seem. At least not to me but I'm not the one stuck wearing those things,"

Aby said as she climbed in on the driver's side.

"What do you mean," Mark asked. He was stuck wearing these things, she

said, but he liked very much wearing these things and didn't feel stuck at

all.

"Not sure I'm going to make any sense of this but I was just thinking how

uncomplicated it would be if you really liked what you were wearing and

that we'd met under those circ-umstances," Aby said feeling her mouth go

dry. She was leading him out of the reasons he believed he was dressing

and this was new ground.

"If I really liked wearing these things," Mark said just above a whisper.

He wanted to tell her that he did like these things. That he loved wearing

these things as they began weaving through traffic at a casual pace. Mark

was fascinated by the trip and how he looked, knowing suddenly that people

seeing him, if they did see him, saw something else.

"Penny for those thoughts," Aby said when Mark went silent.

"Nervous," Mark said as he played over a half dozen ways to tell her that

he liked what he wore.

"Me too," Aby said.

"You are," Mark asked surprised. Aby, to Mark's way of thinking, was a

take charge kind of person. She didn't give the impression that she was

ever nervous and definitely not over the way he was dressed if that was

what was making her nervous.

"Very much so," Aby said breaking her concentration from the road to give

Mark a smile.

"What about this, that is making you nervous," Mark asked.

"That you might not want it to... you know, continue... mostly," Aby said

softly, almost to herself it seemed.

Mark sat there trying to realize what she'd just said. She was nervous

that he might not want this to continue she'd noted. On the flip side of

that thought was another suggesting she wanted this to continue. She

wanted this to continue? Mark was sure that was what she meant.

"I... I guess... I mean... I wouldn't mind this continuing if you want it

to," Mark said trying to push the words out. He was about to admit that he

liked it and feared saying so even under these circ-umstances. Admitting he

really liked this was risky at best as he added, "for the sake of the

lawsuit, absolutely."

"That's wonderful, and thank you for that, but it's not exactly what I was

wondering Mark. I mean what I mean is what if there wasn't a lawsuit

driving this. What if I simply said that I really like you this way," Aby

said with as much difficulty as she had ever had saying something.

"You mean just dress this way for the fun of it," Mark said feeling his

heart skipping between a very rapid heart rate.

"Definitely for the fun of it," Aby said.

"It would be fun for you," Mark asked in a voice mixed with hope and fear.

"It would.. No, not would... it is fun for me," Aby said.

"Why," Mark asked.

"Now that's a good question and I'm afraid too difficult to answer with

anything other than a 'because'. Why do you like dressing up, if you do

like dressing up? You do like dressing up don't you? A little," Aby asked.

"I suppose I do," Mark said trying to find a way to explain this in a way

that made sense. He couldn't and he knew that. He had yet to explain it to

himself as he said, "not sure why either."

"So neither of us can explain what it is about this that makes it so

wonderful but we can both agree that it's wonderful! Is that what we are

saying," Aby asked.

"I suppose the answer is yes," Mark said.

"Then what if we ignored those reasons and simply agreed that it's

something we both want," Aby said as she added, "at least it's something I

want. Something I want badly."

"Me too," Mark said giving up trying to hide what he was feeling as they

pulled into a very well to do neighborhood.

"So am I safe in asking that you'd be willing to do this without that

lawsuit as a reason," Aby asked as she turned onto a driveway that clearly

led to a very large house.

"Yes," Mark said giving in completely to this woman's questions. He no

longer cared that his answer might be too risky.

"I think you just made my day Mark. Now the only thing left is to make

yours," Aby said.

"Hows that," Mark asked.

"Might be easier to show you than try and explain it," Aby said as she

pulled in front of a beautiful house.

"Show me what," Mark asked.

"You'll see," Aby said being mysterious suddenly.

"See what," Mark asked nervously.

"Not going to be a surprise if I tell you," Aby said as she stepped from

the car.

"OK," Mark said trying to imagine what this part was about and what it was

she wanted him to see. He was imagining all sorts of things then wondered

if it was a dress or something. Given the dresses she'd already had

created another would simply be icing on the cake.

"It's all upstairs," Aby said dropping her keys and purse on a table set

against the hall wall. Mark felt self conscious holding the little black

patent purse so he too sat it on the table with Aby's.

Mark looked up at the second floor and the steps to get there hesitating

till Aby nodded. Mark began his accent tentatively wondering what it was

that he had to see, what he would see and getting nervous over the answers

flowing across his question.

"Shall I start dinner," A woman said from the base of the steps as Mark

and Aby reached the landing.

"Thank you Maria, yes please," Aby said and added, "We should be ready

inside of an hour."

"Yes ma'am," the woman she'd called Maria answered. 'Inside of an hour,'

Mark mused as Aby took his hand to walk him down the hall. It was a large

hall as they made their way to the last door on Mark's right. On the door

a small wooden sign painted white but trimmed in a delicate bead of pink

around the ornate edge and lettered in that same pink the words "Mary

Beth".

Mark's heart felt as if it wanted to leap out of his chest as Aby reached

for the knob and turned it. The door opened silently. A hint of fresh

paint mixed with the definite scent of baby powder greeted Mark. In front

of him, while still standing at the threshold, a girl's room. Mark

couldn't move.

"Can't see it all from here honey," Aby said as she nudge Mark into the

room.

Mark's senses were overloading as he took in the bed first. A double size

bed covered with a canopy of sheer fabric that swept down along the four

post holding the top up. The sheers were carried into pink ribbons that

had been tied into large pink bows. The bed itself enough reason to faint

but there was more.

Mark swept his gaze around the room from left to right and caught the

vanity next after the nightstand and opposite that a large dresser. The

furniture was bright white and trimmed lightly in pinks taking up the bed

spreads and those ribbons in the same color. Girlish figurines decorated

that dresser and ballerina lamps decorated the nightstands.

There were dolls and one in particular sitting on the bed wore a dress not

too unlike the one Mark wore for his pictures. It gave him goose bumps

seeing that doll looking back and a few more in dresses just as pretty sat

around a cute ornate table with an equally cute tea set ready for use.

Gold frames carried posters of Cinderella, Bell, Snow white and Sleeping

Beauty on the wall above the play table. Another set of pictures held a

set of woodland fairies in pastels and a unicorn. Both were on either side

of the vanity. A partially opened door hinted at a bathroom and next to

that a closet.

Mark was struck silent standing there wondering who's room this was and

imagining it his. So much of it matching his fantasies or the ones he had

written down and that thought brought another. So much of it what he had

written down, he mused.

"So, what do you think," Aby asked after a long pause.

"I don't know what to think," Mark said.

"Like it," Aby asked.

"It's beautiful," Mark said.

"The prefect little girl's room," Aby asked.

"The perfect little girl's room," Mark answered.

"Do you think you could see yourself spending a little time in here," Aby

asked.

"Definitely," Mark answered.

"As that little girl," Aby asked as she slipped her arm around Mark's

shoulders.

"Definitely," Mark answered but not as loudly. That name 'Mary Beth' on

the door already answered some of his questions, the importantly ones at

least.

"No boys are allowed in here," Aby said squeezing Mark's shoulders

slightly as she added, "nor any adults. Expect for mommies that is."

"Oh," Mark said unable to say much else.

"We dress for dinner here," Aby said.

"This is all I have. I mean the other things are still with Hilga," Mark

said wishing now that he'd taken the dresses left at Hilga's place.

"This is all you have, but Mary Beth has a closet full of things," Aby

said as she slipped her arm from his shoulders to take his hand. She eased

him towards the closet and pulled the large door open. Mark wanted to lean

against something as the pastels took hold of him.

"Dresses on the left are for dress up, the ones on the right for play,"

Aby noted and added, "why don't we pick something from the left and then

get your bath started. Maria hates serving dinner cold."

Mark was struck silent and reeling from what he saw. The soft pastels

first, the puffy sleeves and exaggerated skirts puffed greatly kept his

focus. At the end, on a cross bar between the dresses, were slips and at

least a half dozen. None of them simple. Below the clothes, shoes and like

his black patent Mary Jane pair they all had straps.

"I don't know what to say," Mark finally said.

"Say this makes you happy seeing these things," Aby said.

"They do," Mark said wistfully as his voice lowered slightly before

adding, "very happy."

"Happy enough to perhaps stay with me and wear these things and be Mary

Beth," Aby asked.

"Oh yes," Mark said.

"Happy enough to wear special diapers when mommy wants to play," Aby asked

as she moved her hand over Mark's bottom.

"Special diapers," Mark asked with difficulty.

"Diapers made for a few of these dresses," Aby said excitedly as she

turned for the room. Mark stood in the closet still sharing his attention

between the dresses and Aby who had stopped at the large dresser.

"Diapers for when mommy wants to play," Aby noted after opening a drawer.

Mark saw clearly that it was a diaper but not like any diaper he had ever

seen. It shimmered in the light as she neared.

"Wow," Mark said looking at the diaper Aby was holding. It was thick, like

a diaper and contoured nicely like a diaper but that is where the

comparison ended. Instead of cotton Mark was looking at satin and not just

satin but satin with a layer of nylon covering that. Mark felt the blood

draining from his head making him giddy over just looking at them.

"That's what I said when the woman showed me a sample," Aby said happily

and then added as continued running her hand over the fabrics, "dressy

diapers she called them."

Mark was in agony standing there with the dresses on one side of him and

Aby now holding a 'dressy diaper' on the other side. Mark's senses were

being flooded beyond his capacity to comprehend all of it. Aby not only

wanted him in those frilly dresses but she was actually excited over a

very sissy looking diaper that she clearly wanted him in.

"I need to sit," Mark said.

"Yes. That's good idea because if I spend another second with this diaper

I'm libel to do something I might regret," Aby said shaking her head clear

as she added, "I want our first time to be very special."

"Special," Mark asked.

"You know, special. Honey, dressing you up is going to be foreplay and I

like a lot of foreplay before sex," Aby said bending in to kiss Mark as

she added, "now lets start your bath before Maria comes up and spanks us

both."

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Username: marybethsanford, Nov/4/2005 15:19:44 [-04]

Mark looked at Aby with a longing that he'd carried since this began. Fear

and joy with the fear slowly ebbing and the joy growing. He'd written

stories, copied down dreams, downloaded images of things that caught his

fancy and it was a little girl's fancy. Yet he was an adult with adult

desires and trying to reconcile such things seemed impossible, till now.

"Come on and let's pick a dress to match your diaper," Aby said moving him

further into the closet and that sea of dresses. Like a bride picking a

gown for her wedding out of hundreds. One dress to wear from a dozen and

any one of them easily the one.

"How do I chose," Mark asked.

"We could start with something decidedly girlish," Aby said smiling at

that since she had commissioned all of them to be decidedly girlish.

"Like pink," Mark said looking at those in pink. There were four and Aby

immediately arrayed them together in front of Mark.

"Ruffles, you said you liked ruffles," Aby noted as a soft question.

"I do or at least I like how they look," Mark said.

Two of the dresses were gathered in large ruffles. One ruffled in a white

lace over a pink skirt, the other satin gathered in pink ruffles on a pink

dress.

"Lacy," Mark said finally choosing the one circled in lace.

"Lace it is and this one, like the rest has panties to match. Of course

they are lined in plastic if that's OK? For the diaper part of this that

is," Aby noted happily as she lifted the diaper again and ran her hand

over the satin.

"I suppose that diaper side is OK," Mark answered wishing as hard as he

could to just touch the diaper once.

"Can you imagine wearing this," Aby asked as she moved the diaper close

enough for Mark's touch. He lifted a hand but almost feared resting it on

the thick diaper. Aby with her right hand free moved to Mark's wrist and

guided his hand to the diapers center. That layer of nylon organdy slid

over the shimmering satin easily.

Those two layers would be touching him and he suddenly had to focus on

standing. There was something soft between the layers making the diaper

thick and that satiny layer on the other side just as silky but without

the organdy. It would gather between his legs he mused nearly in a dream

state as Aby gave Mark the diaper to lift the dress from it's hanger.

"Lovely choice," Aby said but knew Mark was beyond most anything but what

he was holding as she said, "let's get the slip, your panties and then get

you into your bath."

"Slip," Mark said trying to concentrate on what it was Aby had just said.

He'd missed most of it but remembered her saying slip.

"Slip," Aby said moving further into the closet to where the slips hung.

Each slip was on a padded satin hanger with tiny pink bows decorating

them. Each slip almost a dress unto itself with as much attention to

detail as the dresses. Aby picked one and a good choice Mark decided as

she laid the dress over one arm so the other could hold the slip.

Layers of girlish fabrics designed in girlish forms was what Mark saw. Not

simply satins and nylons and taffeta. He'd seen those materials in fabric

stores more than once. Fabrics on bolts or on racks and how miraculous

that was seeing those wide strips of fabric transformed into these things.

"Magical," Mark said without realizing he's said it out loud.

"They are," Aby noted understanding exactly what Mark meant. Those

clothes, so simple really, transformed a young man into a very pretty

little girl and that had to be magical. That diaper, hardly all that

unique given how old the design really was, regressed that same young man

into something closer to a baby.

He wasn't a baby nor a girl but those clothes were like tendrils slipping

through the mind. Tendrils of something that snaked through all the layers

of complications life added till they touched him, and that touch, again,

truly magical. More importantly another touch back to Aby and Aby was

learning where those tendrils connected with her at her end.

This was almost like a symbiotic relationship without these things Mark

and she were about to share. A relationship between two completely

different lives coming together in that closet, but still separate

standing there. Two remarkably unique lives and seemingly incompatible to

any casual observer.

Neither necessarily willing themselves into a relationship that would be

beneficial to each other and yet both could feel themselves changing.

Mark, masculine, about to give that up for a time to the benefit of Aby

and Aby, feminine, about to give that over to the benefit of Mark.

Opposites before this, now nearly a perfect match once the keys matched

the locks and Aby was gathering up those keys for Mark's locks.

Mark's fantasies were changing to realities right before his eyes and that

reality more fantasy than any he'd ever had holding that soft puffy satin

diaper in his hand. He was watching those elements, those abstract parts,

forming into a compound far greater together than the sum of them

separately. A mixture of things to spark a relationship they both wanted

but from different directions.

Mark looked at Aby and Aby at Mark and nothing separated them suddenly.

She wanted him as badly as he her as she smiled only a second before his.

One a dominate, the other submissive and their roles instantly defined in

detail without a single word uttered. Mark followed, Aby led. Pleasurable

expectations driving them as those tendrils weave magically between them.

Aby started Mark's bath and as bubbles formed he was undressed. Mark's

layers of masculinity, the remnants of it at least went with his dress and

lingerie and finally those panties with the diaper. A delicate perfume

rose with the steam to echo around his senses as the act of his

transformation began. He was trapped happily in this growing enlightenment

that was freeing him from all of the bonds holding him before this.

Only a few rational thoughts left when Mark stepped into the warm water.

Almost a womb of sorts in Aby's mind as she knelt to start the process of

Mark's rebirth. Regression wasn't a defense mechanism in which one flees

to as some believe, but a state of existence one molds into then assumes

gladly. A purposeful way to escape one reality slightly harsher for

another much softer, kinder.

Mark was not a baby but he could easily understand a baby's state of

being. To have that state meant giving up his ability to control his life

to Aby. Along with that control the worries he carried. They would still

be there when he came out of this, but for a time his new world, the only

world that mattered now, was looking at him and smiling.

That was the state Mark sought and found as Aby moved over him with the

baby soap. Aby wasn't seizing control as much as gathering it up layer by

layer. Mark's sense of self was changing and deeply within the fibers of

his existence as this simple act of nurturing began.

Baby soap for a time then that ended and another began when she started to

shampoo his hair with Johnson's No More Tears Baby Shampoo. Mark's

capacity to hold onto his former self was draining with the bath water as

he stood to be dried. Another act of nurturing as she dried him, and yet

another when the baby powder began.

Hypnosis, some say, is a trance like state that allows us to focus sharply

on one thing while ignoring all other things. Mark's regression was key to

Aby's capability to bore carefully through his conscious mind into his

subconscious mind. Each step a solvent to melt through all of the adult

noises that logic forces us to hold onto till we can no longer hold onto

it.

Mark was almost there when Aby shifted her focus from him to his diaper.

Mark's direction shifted with hers and the diaper, no longer an object,

became a tool. It sat on the bed higher, thicker than anything Mark wore

and too feminine looking for any guy. For any guy except Mark now. Mark

didn't know he was in a trance or that the diaper was now a new reason for

it.

The act of diapering simply steps but each taken took Mark deeper as Aby

powdered him more and in excess. Mark wasn't aware that he had spread his

legs till the diaper filled the space between them. Satin under organdy

moved over him as Aby brought the front half to meet with the back. This

diaper was beyond Mark's capacity to describe as Aby pinned him in pink

with tiny plastic bunnies.

A mound of material formed around him crushing softly between his legs

when Aby urged his feet into the girlish rhumba panties. Lace circled the

back and edged the legs as Mark regressed to another level. This level

took on the first hints of a transformation. He was male but no longer

aware of any necessity to be as those plastic lined panties moved to cover

his diaper.

Mark could not describe what it was like to be a girl nor for that matter

a baby but that inability to rationalize this, was part of his rational.

Mark knew instinctively what felt nice and felt it. Mark knew also what

smelled nice and could smell it. That was all he knew and that was all he

needed know when Aby worked his rhumba panties over his satin diaper.

When he sat up his diaper moved differently and Mark felt it differently.

That was Mark's focus before the slip, but the slip then became his focus.

A single layer of taffeta above layers of nylon chiffon that was clearly

meant for a girl. Petticoats of a sort but delicate and now covering Mark.

The dress, far too girlish for even most girls, followed. Another layer of

satin with the skirts doubled by organdy.

Satin over taffeta, petticoats under layers of skirt and none of it fully

hiding his panties or that diaper pushing them into exaggeration. Aby

could have stopped right then and there as she bent to cover his feet in

lace socks. She could have spent hours happy hours just ***king at that

puffy pink pair of baby pants exposed under Mark's slips and dress, only

she wanted all of it within her grasp when the time came.

There were black patent Mary Jane shoes not too unlike the pair Aby wore

as a little girl to Church on Sunday or to special places any other time.

Sissy on a boy and how wonderful that sounded as she buckled each closed.

There was a moment's pause to gather in what she had done to him allowing

Mark his own moments to savor what had been done.

Aby guided Mark to stand. Nothing of the male or adult remained yet the

instant Aby chose she'd have both and how delightful that was, she mused.

Abby moved a short distance to the nightstand and lifted a large hair bow

to the back of Mark's head. Before long he would wear curls to foster the

notions Aby had of him. There were so many days ahead of them and each

would add more moments to this one.

Mark, now lost in a world only dreamed of, wanted to skip, dance, twist,

hug and be hugged as Aby drew him closer. They kissed or rather Aby kissed

Mark and the act of hugging him crushed his dresses skirts to the slips

that pushed against the panties that caused his diaper to move. Mark

moaned to himself, he hoped, but hadn't as Aby pressed against Mark.

He was so far away from what he was he might have become lost were Aby to

slip away. There was no way back without her and no desire to go back

because of her and Mark returned her kiss. They faced the inevitable

slowly but with a clarity that a focus like this brings. Mark's intensive

sensitivity fostered another level almost causing him to plead with Aby.

Aby sensing that moment pushed Mark gently back to the beds edge before

guiding him far enough to lay comfortably. Layer by layer Aby slowly

***led Mark's clothes back allowing him as much time as she too needed.

That layer of organdy skirt first, the satin skirt next, and one layer at

a time for his petticoats. Six layers to get to those cute panties that

covered Mark's diaper.

Those panties, Mark thought were briefs, had snaps and surprised Mark when

Aby began to undo each. That took a second, as did each pinked tipped

diaper pin. Aby gathered her gown and the long slip under it before she

straddled Mark's hips. A pacifier hidden in a soft pocket was teased

against Mark's lips and Mark took it. His diaper and panties, laying open

now, left him exposed to this and their union came easily.

Everything came easily after that.

Mark's entire body had participated to exhaust itself when his moment

arrived. Aby, already reaching her own climax allowed herself another

before bringing Mark to his. Not a great deal of time given their state

before this but enough time given the outcome. They remained that way till

there was no longer a need and Aby moved.

A baby wipe, another, more baby powder and Mark was slowly returned to his

sissy baby state and that pacifier he still had moved rhythmically. Aby

repined Mark's diaper and snapped his panties closed before layering Mark

again in those levels of femininity. She guided him to stand and fused

over his dress and bow before taking his hand.

Mark wouldn't remember the walk to the dining room, just a warm glow that

lingered within him to join the feel of his petticoats bouncing around him

as he descended the steps. Maria, an understanding woman over what a man's

fate should be was happily satisfied with Mark's look as she took up the

pinafore to cover Mark's dress.

Mark noticed the chair then and the tray Maria slid off for Mark to sit.

Aby, showing him how to gather his skirts was holding a baby's bib in pink

terry over plastic and did that honor as Maria slid the tray back along

it's tracks. Aby served Mark as Maria served her and a partitioned dish

separated his food instead of the porcelain plate holding hers.

Disney Princess spoon and fork matching a Disney Princess sippy cup was

added by Abby while Maria filled Aby's glass with wine. It was a meal fit

for a king but the kind was absent from the table. Mark was not a king,

but a princess as Maria sat close enough to feed him. Maria was more than

satisfied with Mark's state as she teased the spoon against his lips.

Meanwhile a very confused young man made his way to the library's office

wondering why he had been asked to come so late to meet with Ms. Baker. He

knocked once prompting a voice to say, "come in, it's open."

Mark twisted the ornate door knob and pushed his way in. He was

understandably nervous as he entered having never met the formidable woman

sitting behind the large oak desk as he asked, "you wanted to see me?"

"Chuck! Please, please, come in, and thank you for responding so quickly

to my summons," Ms. Baker says pleasantly.

"You're welcome," Chuck said with a touch of nervousness. Ms. Helen Baker

was the Head Librarian and truly a formidable woman in Chuck's eyes. Chuck

was in awe of women like Helen and his fantasies, his hidden desires took

hold with her hand gripping his. Chuck didn't know the other woman that

was sitting when he entered.

"Chuck, allow me first to introduce you to one of our benefactors Ms.

Julie Richards. Ms. Richards, this is Chuck, one of our freshman this year

and the young man I told you about," Ms. Baker said.

Another domineering woman, Chuck noted, as she took Chuck's hand. As

nervous as Chuck was he was in comfortable environment now that he sat

between both women. Chuck was small in stature and build and these women

were not. He was at one end of the spectrum, these woman at the other. It

was a wonderful set of conditions for Chuck's fantasies to take flight.

"Very nice to finally get to meet you Chuck," Julie Richards said Her

voice authoritarian, commanding, almost imperious as if she was a queen.

Traits that delighted Chuck since early childhood. He was on the verge of

having an accident and knew it.

"Chuck, allow me to explain why I've asked you here," Ms. Baker said.

Chuck nodded giving her his attention instantly, nervously since there was

no context to him being there. Why Ms. Baker wanted to see him had been

frightening enough and that second woman, perceptively as powerful as Ms.

Baker, only compounded Chuck's curiosity.

"Chuck, a few weeks ago, five to be exact, you left information in one of

the libraries computers. A kind of trail actually and while, both your

session and that trail are private, I did chance upon the contents. As you

know, it's become a different world of late and we are always concerned

that a student may not actually be a student. Because of that we have had

to take measures and those measures caused me to come into position of

that information," Ms. Baker said.

Chuck's heart rate soared instantly matching his blood pressure and

mounting levels of adrenaline. Chuck had known fear before this, but

nothing on this level as his world, this new world of his, was about to

come crashing in on him. He could hardly take a breath. This woman knew

about his fetish.

"Chuck, please, relax a moment and breath. I assure you that the material

I chanced upon is being held in my trust and nothing of those contents is

anyones business but yours. As I said, it was an innocent discovery and up

until now of no concern to me. In fact, I would have destroyed it by now

if I hadn't talked with Ms. Richards here, just a week ago. We rarely hold

on to such material," Ms. Baker said as she sat back.

"Would you like a glass of water," Julie asked.

Chuck, still petrified and nearly on the verge of fainting was almost past

the point of comprehension as his mind reeled. He was afraid to talk but

did, "no thank you."

"Chuck I know this is scaring you almost beyond your capacity to manage

but the fact is, your particular desires are of interest to me," Julie

said.

"I... I... I don't think I understand," Chuck said as his world was

crashing down around him. He could imagine his father, mother, sister and

most of his friends reaction after reading about the sissy maid discovered

by his school.

"I know and allow me a moment more. Chuck, I own a company called

Tomorrows Temps and provide all manner of resources to all manner of

clients. Among those clients are women who find it more, how should I put

this, more satisfying to have a young man serving them as their maid.

Suitable dressed obviously, and trained in the art of being a domestic,"

Julie noted.

"You... you want me to be a maid," Chuck asked.

"I want you to be what you are comfortable with and yes, I have a position

coming open for a person of your qualifications. Chuck, this is a paid

position and, as it happens, this client is a very generous person when

she's pleased. Obviously we'll have to require a short time to observe you

as that maid and qualify your skills but if you are half as good as you

look in those pictures I could start you within a week of today," Julie

noted.

Chuck, still confused and still very scared, was digesting this odd set of

circ-umstances. He had only just purchased his newest maid's outfit and

this woman wanted him to actually wear it and be someone's maid. He had to

be dreaming this, he mused, in a kind of controlled terror.

"Chuck... Chuck, is that something you might consider," Julie asked.

"You want me to be a maid. I mean to dress as a maid and clean for

someone," Chuck asked wanting to pinch himself.

"I do," Julie said.

"What about that information you found. I mean if I didn't what happens

then," Chuck said gathering the last of his strength to ask.

"Chuck, if this isn't something you'd be interested in, I will understand,

albeit sadly, and go my own way. As to that information, it's private and

of no interest to anyone but you. However, I would very much like you to

consider this and I can assure you it's very legitimate," Julie said.

"If I agree to this, and I'm not saying I will, but if I agree to this

what happens next," Chuck asked feeling faint at the prospects.

"If you agree to this and I very much hope you do, then we complete the

necessary paperwork to add you to my companies roster. After that I

introduce you to a woman named Hilga who would provide me with that

evaluation and assessment of your skills. Once that is done I will

introduce you to my client. I should note that my client is very eager for

your yes," Julie noted.

"Eager for me to be her maid," Chuck asked.

"Very eager and I apologize but I took the liberty of showing your picture

to her... the one of you dressed as a maid. Can you walk in those heels,"

Julie asked.

"Yes," Chuck said reeling with this information and the images being

fostered.

"Is this something you might want to consider," Julie asked.

Chuck, blushing crimson to beet red nodded a yes. He didn't look at either

woman.

"Excellent. Would you be willing to start, say tonight since it is

imperative I give this woman her answer. Starting tonight would allow you

to at least meet Hilga and provide us that beginning evaluation so we can

define a schedule," Julie noted and added, "we would have to have you

bring your uniform."

"What sort of evaluation," Chuck asked with a dry mouth.

"Obviously that look of yours and how well you can duplicate it plus your

domestic skills. Hilga will most likely have you dress and clean for her.

At least that would be my guess without first talking with her," Julie

said.

Chuck had to be dreaming this as he nodded another yes.

"Excellent. Can you find the time now to meet with Hilga," Julie asked.

"Yes," Chuck said.

"Then why don't you go to your dorm, gather up the things you will be

wearing and I'll make arraignments with my secretary Sharon on your paper

work and Hilga for your evaluation. Is that OK," Julie asked.

"Yes," Chuck said trying to gather himself past this so he could stand.

Chuck stood, took Julie's hand then Ms. Bakers who said, "congratulations

and good luck. I will be deleting your information momentarily."

Meanwhile, as Chuck left the librarian's office still stunned, Mark was

being fed vanilla pudding from a Gerber Baby Food jar by Aby while Maria

prepared his baby bottle at the sink. The two men, if you could stand them

side by side, shared the same look.

Just enough left of them to function.