The Swim Diaper

[claudia]

Hi, Mary Beth as before your stories

 are one of the best. Also I like to wish you

 a Happy Birthday, and I hope a lot more.

                             Claudia

                          oxoxoxoxox a million times.

[Anonymous]

Hi Mary Beth. I Love your stories and your site. Please comtinue the Swim Diaper. The romantic exploration of femininity and infancy is outstanding.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Encouragement is almost as good as a hug and thank you Claudia for the birthday wishes as well.  As for you Zaxon, welcome and how wonderful to have you join us.  And with that said allow me to post part 8.  I hope it meets with your standards.



Hugs

Mary Beth

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Mark stood quietly then heard the rustling.  He'd heard that sound before trying to place it.  He realized, after a moments thought, that he'd heard that sound at different times in his life.  His sister's prom, a couple of weddings, then again at his senior prom, he mused.  Definitely a girl's sound and it was coming towards him.



"This is so beautiful,"  Abby said after a moment of silence.  There was more rustling as Abby said, "so adorable.  Hold your arms up again honey."



Mark raised his arms and as he did so the hem of his slips slid over his diaper as the bodice moved slightly over his chest.  He wanted to open his eyes and see what she was talking about.  Curiosity was driving him crazy, so was the material and sounds he felt and heard.



"Going to take a minute precious, it has three layers to the skirt and I've got to gather them up first. There we go precious.  OK, I'm going to slip it over your head.  Oh this is just so sweet. Hold still for a minute.  Perfect!  OK, go ahead and lower your arms honey and rest your hands on the skirt while mommy fuses with the sleeves first,"  Abby said.



Mark felt those sleeves gripping his arms halfway past the elbows and stretch a little as he lowered them.  More layers of something silky and very full, he noted.  He could feel Abby fussing with the right sleeve then the left before she fluffed the skirts.



"OK my darling, you're wearing a skirt in a soft pink, pearly, shimmering organza.  It's such a delicate shade for a delicate little boy, and so perfect on you.  It's resting on a very precious layer of slipper satin.  That's the kind of satin they use in wedding dresses honey.  Oh, and when mommies get their baby girls all dolled up,"  Abby said.



"Now I want you to find the first layer, that's it, run your hand over it.  Excellent sweetheart now the second later.  What you are feeling moppet is an under skirt of white tulle and under that another layer of taffeta,"  Abby said and added, "and that is what they call sugar and spice precious.



Mark was moving his hands over the organza that was moving over the satin.  If he counted right he was wearing three layers of slip and three layers of dress.  Combined, it was almost as many layers as his diaper, he mused.  Nice, he also noticed.  Noisy, odd, definitely odd, but nice.



"It's like getting my little girl all ready for her pageant,"  Abby said as she moved behind to tie the sash into a large fluffy bow as she added, "feel that?  That's me honey.  I'm drawing the sash even and tying it into a very large bow.  Sweet.  So adorable and there it is.  Look at you!  I could just eat you up right now."



Mark, blushing, smiled at the notion.



"Honey, gather your dress for mommy.  Put your arms at your sides and scoop up all of the slips and layers of dress then lift it for me.  Mommy wants to see your pretty little panties against all of that lace you're wearing,"  Abby said.



Mark complied feeling the front and back move against him as he filled his hands with girlish material.  He was dying to see what it all looked like.



"Oh yes and look at how puffy those panties are?  My little princess is wearing a diaper isn't she. Honey, mommy thinks you are the prettiest little girl in the whole wide world right now. Only she's not done dressing her little button just yet, so step back carefully and sit in the chair when it touches your legs,"  Abby said.



Mark took a step back touching the chairs seat and sat.  The dress wasn't long enough to gather and Abby smiled at that.  It wasn't long enough to hide Mark's panties either and she smiled wider.



"I'm putting your feet into short socks that are trimmed in a gathered organdy and lace.  Those are pretty socks, very pretty socks in white, but that's OK honey because they are trimmed in a cute pink narrow ribbon that ends in a very sweet bow.  They will show off nicely when I get your Mary Jane shoes on,"  Abby said as she patted Mark's ankle at the side.



"One, two, buckle my shoe honey,"  Abby said as she slipped the Mary Jane on Mark's right foot.  



"Three four, give the little sissy just a little more,"  Abby added with a giggle as she closed the second shoes buckle.



"And that's it,"  Abby said as she grabbed both of Mark's feet and brought the heels together.  They clicked with a loud clicking sound before she took each of his hands to stand him in front of her.



"How do you feel,"  Abby said.



"I'm not sure,"  Mark noted but wanting to say something he added, "a bit like a sissy I guess."



"That's because you still look like a boy.  Albeit a very pretty boy, but definitely a boy and that makes you definitely a sissy.  Mommy is going to change that honey so keep your eyes closed."



"I thought it was just going to be these clothes,"  Mark said.



"It was, but I think I'm going to turn you into a pretty little girl before I let you open your eyes.  Is that OK,"  Abby asked.



"How,"  Mark asked as he tried to figure out what she could possibly do to him.



"Makeup and hair. Honey, when you open your eyes, I want you to see the little girl I see?  Please say yes for mommy,"  Abby whispered as she twisted Mark a little left then right with her hands on his waist.



"OK, it's going to be OK,"  Mark said smiling broadly.  



Abby took his hand and walked him to her vanity guiding him so he sat in the chair she moved next to her bench.  She took another minute to drape Mark's dress before lifting a light tan base.  Mark felt the wetness touch his skin at the neck as Abby began.  It felt wet then dry and a moment of that before she was patting him with a powder.



"Are you going to describe what you are doing,"  Mark asked.



"Actually no.  What I'd like you to do is imagine yourself a girl.  A pretty girl sitting with other girls and you are all in a room getting ready for a pageant.  Girls like to fuse with each other and I'm fussing with you so as I fuss, you imagine yourself that girl.  Can you do that,"  Abby asked.



"Not sure but I'll try,"  Mark said.



"That's good and if it helps, I want you to use your index finger and thumb and move through all of the layers of your dress and slips between them as I transform you.  Can you do that,"  Abby said.



"Yes,"  Mark said as he took up the top layer of his dress.



Abby took up the blusher and stroked Mark's cheeks, then her mascara for his eye lashes.  Mark had long lashes that grew thicker and a tiny bit longer before she deftly drew her eye liner along his lid.  Eye shadow followed giving Mark a number of odd sensations before Abby paused.  



"Make like you are kissing me sweetheart,"  Abby said.



Mark did and a second later felt the sensation of something slightly wet and waxy.  Lipstick, he decided before she was done.



"One layer the base, the second later for color and the third layer to kiss someone with,"  Abby said before another long pause.



Mark almost asked what was happening when he felt the wig come over his head. He hadn't seen any wigs nor did he know what the color was when she fixed it in place.  He did know she was clipping something, most likely a bow, at the back because he felt the weight of it.  It had to be a fairly large bow.  



"Now stand for mommy so she can take a few pictures then mommy will introduce you to her adorable and so very sweet little girl,"  Abby said helping Mark stand.



Even with his eyes closed he could sense the flash, worried slightly that he was now immortalized.  Would anyone seeing those pictures know it was him and with that thought he grew a little more flush.



"Ready to meet your sister,"  Abby asked.



"I guess so,"  Mark said.



"Now come on, I know you're excited so how about a little enthusiasm.  She's very scared right now so you want to encourage her to come out, right,"  Abby said.



"She is definitely scared,"  Mark said smiling at his touch of sarcasm.



"No mirror just yet honey, just the pictures first.  OK,"  Abby said.



"OK,"  Mark answered now more curious than ever.



"OK, You can open your eyes now,"  Abby said.



Mark, squinting slightly to allow for the brightness saw Abby's face first. She was smiling and had positioned him so there was no reflective surfaces or mirrors in his view.  He could see the hem of his dress but not his lacy socks or Mary Jane shoes.  



Abby handed him the picture.



Mark saw a girl.  Not too young but dressed very young making her cuter in a childish way.  Blond ringlets framed her face and she was smiling with her eyes closed.  The lacy collar of her dress was just in the picture Mark was looking at as well as the edges of a very large bow on the back of her head.



"That can't be me,"  Mark said.  Obviously Abby had another picture ready for him to look at. A real girl he guessed so he would think it was him.



"Really,"  Abby said and asked, "why honey."

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"You know,"  Mark said and added, "it's pretty obvious."



"No, I don't know," Abby said.



"Sows ear into a silk purse, that sort of thing,"  Mark said.



"You can't be serious, honey, honey, you're so very far from that," Abby said and added, "and besides, what makes you think that's not you?"



"Because that's someone else right. A girl.  A real girl. You already had a picture of a girl in the same outfit and wig didn't you,"  Mark asked with a touch of conviction in his voice.  He was sure that wasn't him.



"What about this one," Abby said handing Mark the second Polaroid.



"Same as before.  A girl," Mark said looking at the second photo of the girl, this one a full view of the girl from head to toe.



"OK, so I faked it a little.  She is cute though right,"  Abby said.



"She is,"  Mark said nervously and added, "and you knew you were going to do this to me because you had her close her eyes as well."



"OK, so you caught me.  Was hoping you wouldn't notice that.  But that aside, what if you could look like that, would you play dress-up with me more often,"  Abby said.



"Fat chance of that but yes.  I mean there is no way I'd ever look like that, but if I did, I'd play dress up with you more,"  Mark said.



"Promise me,"  Abby said.



"Abby, there is no way I can look like that,"  Mark said looking at the girl again.



"Then promise me you'll play dress up more,"  Abby said and added, "come on, where's the harm in making a promise you don't have to keep?"



"Fine, I promise then,"  Mark said and asked, "so seriously, who is she."



"She's a very dear friend,"  Abby said.



"And she let you diaper her,"  Mark said in amazement.



"More or less.  I had to kind of talk her into it but yes, she let me diaper her,"  Abby said.



"So you could take her picture for this little joke on me, right,"  Mark asked.



"Yes, but it's not a joke on you precious, it's so you could imagine what you might look like and with so very little effort,"  Abby said.



"You mean miracle, don't you,"  Mark asked.



"It already is,"  Abby said as she took Mark's hand to have him stand.  



The mirror was behind him as Abby turned Mark toward it.  



That same girl, turning the same exact way, looked just as stunned as Mark did as he took in her face.  It wasn't his face and that wasn't him.  It couldn't be.  It was impossible but Mark opened his eyes wider and she did as well.  Mark opened his mouth, closed it and wiggled a hand and she mimicked him exactly.



"This is impossible,"  Mark finally said as he scanned his image from top to bottom.  He could just see the baby pants under the layers of slip and dress and almost dared to lift his dress to see them.



"She's really something isn't she,"  Abby said.



"It can't be me,"  Mark said turning slowly to the left a little.  He caught a glimpse of the ruffled panties and his heart raced.  He was wearing those ruffled panties and under it he could feel the softness of the diaper.  



"Well,"  Abby said beaming proudly.



"It's got to be a trick of some sort,"  Mark said in utter amazement as he turned back to look again at the girl he still couldn't believe was him and couldn't help but admire.



"No trick precious, just you under the hand of mommy.  So can mommy get her back under her hands in the future,"  Abby said as she moved behind Mark before lifting his dress and slips.  His panties were clearly visible now as she added, "and in more lacy things like this?"



"Yes," Mark whispered.  He was astonished almost beyond words.  Almost faint from the excitement that had been pushing at him all along and even harder now.



"Come on and let's go walk around the patio and grounds and see what being a prissy little girl really feels like,"  Abby said and added, "and by the way, little girls that love playing dress up feel almost the same way as you at this moment."



"Not exactly the same way,"  Mark said smiling and the little girl watching him smiled in the same way.



"And isn't that wonderful for me, because when we come back moppet, I get to play again,"  Abby said as she fluffed his slips and dress back down.



Abby's cell phone rang at that instant.  She looked apologetically at Mark and opened it.



"Hello,"  Abby said and added, "hey sis.  You home or still at work?"



"Actually, yes, she's standing right in front of me.  We were just about to go for a walk,"  Abby said.



Mark, listening but trying not to appear to be, looked stunned suddenly.  Abby was talking about him to who he assumed was her sister and his panic grew.  Mark caught himself just then because Abby wasn't talking about him to her sister until her sister had asked about him.  She had asked about him.  Did Abby's sister know?  Mark looked as scared as he felt.



"Sis, can you hold for a second,"  Abby said cupping the phone as she asked, "Hey, you OK?"



"You told your sister about us?  About me, about this,"  Mark asked in a shocked tone.



"Precious, it's OK.  She knows.  She's known for a while now,"  Abby said smiling reassuringly as she added, "she adores you by the way."



"How can that be, I've never met the woman,"  Mark said growing confused and even more panicked as he added, "not under these kind of circ-umstances.  Not under any circ-umstances."



"Mark honey, I guess I should tell you now, but before that precious it's going to be OK.  It really is.  Mark, precious, she knows because she's the one that hired you,"  Abby said as she put her phone back to her ear.



"Sis, can I call you back, she's feeling a little nervous at the moment and needs some reassurance.  No, not yet!  Definitely not yet.  I want some time with her first.  Great.  Make it an hour then"  Abby said and added, "and sis, don't plan on staying because I want to get her into my bed early tonight."



The End

Hugs

Mary Beth

[claudia]

Hi Mary Beth, Just one of your great stories.

 Loved every part, please keep up your great work.

                     hugs & kisses

                        Claudia :D

[Mary Beth Sanford]

My thanks Claudia, gratefully.



Hugs

Mary Beth