Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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The Bargain - Part 1
Meet Paul. He is a handsome 27 year-old bank teller, 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing only 155 pounds. He is a quiet man of modest means who more than anything in the world wished he could relive his youth again and to live it as a member of the opposite sex. Ever since Paul could remember, he wanted to be a girl. He never told his puritanical parents, nor any of the teachers at any of his parochial schools since none of them would understand. And telling any of his friends was also out of the question - they would never accept him as a her. His fears were not unfounded. He had witnessed gays being beaten in his school. Even Paul himself took part in the beating up of a couple of classmates who admitted homosexual orientation just so he would look more “normal” to his friends.
So Paul managed to keep his secret to himself. It is the wish of many to live their lives over,. Paul was no different. He lived for the weekends when he could hide himself in his apartment and act out his fantasies. It would soon become an obsession that Paul would act out in the privacy of his own apartment. He would dress up in fine lingerie, modest skirts, blouses or dresses. He was able to order online under an assumed name, and had it sent to a post office box. The packages were always discretely wrapped, so he figured no one would be the wiser. He had kept this up for at least six years, so he had amassed a nice wardrobe. He also had wigs and a good assortment of makeup supplies to aid in the transformation.
From time to time, Paul would save a little extra money. Since he lived by himself, and was becoming something of a recluse in recent months, he found he could live quite cheaply and he was able to afford more clothes. While surfing the net one day in search of new sites for new clothes, Paul hit upon some adult baby sites. This really intrigued him, so he explored further and discovered a new world. He discovered a few sites specializing in sissy clothing, so Paul began to order items that would help him to regress into infancy as a toddler girl and to be able to look the part. He was fascinated by all of this. He began to amass a good supply of adult baby clothes and supplies as well.
Paul had few friends, so it was no problem to hide his supplies in his apartment. He had a couple of locking cedar chests to house his alter ego and if any of his acquaintances would ever come over, they would assume these chests housed blankets, linens, or other male clothes for the other seasons. In reality, the chests were full of many items to aid Paul into becoming Pauline.
He managed to keep most of his weekends free so he could explore his feminine side. Some weekends would be spent in fantasizing he was a woman while other weekends would be spent fantasizing he was a two-year old girl. He enjoyed all of it, but the more time he spent within his fantasies, the more obsessed he became with the thought of reliving his life over as a girl. His fantasies began to fulfill that dream to a point, but then Monday would come and a depressed Paul would join the world as a 27 year-old bank teller who really hated his job.
t was Friday night and until Monday morning, the start of a new work week, Paul, Pauline on the weekends, would have his usual private party. He was in the middle of his living room suc-king furiously on the oversized binky he held fast in his mouth. He was dressed like, well, he was dressed like a toddler girl. Over the years, Paul had also learned to make all sorts of dresses and infant-like apparel that would fit one of his size and weight. He was quite good at it, too. His costumes were well sewn and looked very feminine. What he could not make, he bought online. Items such as shoes, white tights, adult sized plastic pants were among items he would by, but also alter to fit his needs like sewing rows of pink lace across the seat of his white tights.
As he garbled in baby talk and crawled about the room in a fanciful mood, Pauline was the picture of happiness. She would stop to play with a doll, pick up a new toy, throw it in a played up tantrum, stomp her feet on the carpet, and then drink more of her bottle. Her play time became a whirlwind of infant like activities. She would pretend to be fed by a parent or older sibling, or be changed by an irritable nanny, or be chastised by a strict baby-sitter. She would giggle, cry, pout, babble, and make all sorts of noises she thought a baby girl might make.
This would go on for hours until she would get tired and decide it was time for bed. She would change her own wet and sometimes messy diaper, dress for the night in a short pink baby doll nightie, ready two bottles of formula, turn off all of the lights, and crawl into bed with a couple of stuffed animals to go to sleep for the night. She was the picture of happiness as she began to drift off to sleep.
“Nice show,” Pauline heard a voice say. As she sat upright in bed she saw a figure in the corner of her bedroom light a cigarette and an eerie but ample glow in the corner revealed the outline of a man. He was well-dressed in a fine pinstriped suit, designer shirt, tie and expensive shoes. He smiled at Pauline who was much too scared to speak.
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The Bargain - Part 2
“W-w-w-ho-ho-hooo a-a-a-re y-y-you?” asked Pauline in a high-pitched and very nervous voice.
The stranger was leaning against the wall, one leg crossed over the other. He folded his arms, took a puff of his cigarette, suc-ked it in slowly, and as he exhaled, he formed a series of smoke rings that seemed to float across and fall around Pauline’s head and settle on her neck before they disappeared.
“Let’s just say I know you very well,” he replied, “and I think you actually need me. It would be to our mutual benefit, you might say, if we were to talk a bit, discuss matters at state, work out an agreement?”
“Take one step closer and I’ll scream,” Pauline threatened as she reached for her bedside phone.
“Now, now Mr. Paul, or should I say Miss Pauline - there’s no need for that.”
“I mean it.”
“Oh, very well, if it will make you happy, scream away.”
Pauline tried to scream, but nothing came out. She tried and tried, but all that eventually came was a kind of gurgling sound. Stunned, she looked at the phone and tried to dial 9-1-1. Nervously holding the phone to her ear, she got a message that the number had been disconnected.
“What? 9-1-1 can’t be disconnected,” she yelled discovering a returned voice.
“You can, if you know how,” said the stranger in a very calm and confident manner, “but enough games.”
He waved his hand and the phone flew out of Pauline’s hand and landed across the room.
Pauline gasped. More pee escaped from her fear and pee-filled bladder and into the waiting diaper.
Another wave and the covers of her bed that hid most of her body and also flew across the room revealing her babyish outfit, much to the delight of the stranger as he quietly chuckled. He walked toward Pauline and a light on the night stand snapped on. A startled Pauline jumped out of bed staring at the light and then the stranger. She was somehow unaware she now stood fully dressed as a toddler girl and didn’t mind. Her fear overcame her modest secrecy.
“What in heaven’s name....?” she softly wheezed.
“No, not really.”
Pauline’s eyes grew intense, her mind was filled with fear and yet at the same time, wonder. There was something strangely intriguing about this stranger. She feared him, and yet wanted to know more about him. She turned and looked him over up and down.
“Who are you?” she slowly asked.
“A passerby in the life of one unfairly assigned to the wrong body.”
“What?”
“Oh, come now. Look at yourself.”
Pauline suddenly became aware of her appearance. Paul took control over his mind and quickly searched the room. Finding a blanket on the floor, picked it up and wrapped himself attempting to cover his infantile costuming.
“I mean, here you are,” the stranger continued as he paced the room, “a male trapped in a grown-up male body. Your fondest wish is to be a female, and a female toddler at that. A toddler in outward appearance and yet I suspect fully capable of remembering your former life as a grownup male.”
“What are you talking about?”
The stranger, now a bit perturbed, waved his hand. The blanket in which Paul had wrapped himself flew out of his grip, across the room, and left him spinning and falling to the floor on his rear end with a dull thud. He was now aware that not only had he soaked his diapers with a fear-filled pee, he had also soiled himself as well - and he did not remember doing this at all! The stranger bent down, patted Paul on his shoulder, sniffed the air, turned away in mock disgust, and paced across to the other side of the room.
“Let’s see now - diapers filled with your bladder and bowel contents, plastic panties, women’s tights complete with girlie lace across your bum, rhumba panties, a bra stuffed with socks, and a pink shortie nightie - did I leave anything out? Oh yes, a full make-up job that a runway model would envy. You’re quite good, you know that?”
“I, uh.well...”
“Just stating the facts, Paul, er, Pauline, er...........oh, what should I call you?”
“Uh..Paul, I guess.”
Paul fidgeted as he sat on the floor trying to get a little more comfortable than he was.
“What do you want,” Paul asked.
“To help you realize your dream.”
“Who ARE you?” Paul demanded.
“I am known by many names, but you can call me Black . Thaddeus Black, at your service. My card.”
Mr. Black waved his hand and in a flash of flame and a small puff of smoke, a business card appeared in his hand and he handed it to Paul, now more startled than before.
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The Bargain - Part 3
Paul took the card Mr. Black offered. It was black with raised white lettering that read:
Thaddeus Black, Esq.
Supplier of Earthly Desires
There was no other printing at all. Paul examined the card, examined Mr. Black, and began to feel a little more comfortable with this stranger in his room. But it really wasn’t real, and yet it wasn’t a dream. Someone is pulling Paul’s leg, he thought to himself. But how?
“What is this,” Paul began, “some kind of joke? Did Jeff Portman put you up to this?”
“No,” answered Mr. Black, “this is no joke. No one put me up to anything.”
“I’ll get him for this. Okay, you can come out Jeff. Ha, ha! Good one!”
“No, no, Paul, no Jeff. Just me.”
“Right. How’d you get in here?”
“Trade secret.”
“Seriously, where did you come from?” Paul asked as he walked to the window to try to see how Mr. Black even got into the room. It was certain he didn’t come by way of the front door or the back door since they were both in full view all the time Paul played in the living room.
“You might say you kind of called me, in a way.”
“What? I don’t even know you and certainly never met you before tonight. What’s your game? You aren’t a thief, are you? ‘Cuz if you are, I can call right.......”
“Now, let’s have a look,” said Mr. Black as he again waved his hand and a three-inch thick file folder magically appeared in his hand.
“What the heck?” exclaimed a startled Paul. “Are you some kind of magician?”
“Sort of.”
“Neat trick. How do you do that?”
Mr. Black ignored Paul as he began to flip through the pages of the file in his hand.
“Let’s see - torturing ants at age five, many incidents of teasing little girls - probably jealous over their outfits, right? Oh, oh - stealing milk money from Amy? Tsk, tsk, tsk.....Cheating on tests.......slashing tires.........stealing a pack of cigarettes? Hmm......so and so and so........throwing a brick through the principal’s office window? Scamp!”
“What is that?” Paul asked as he grabbed for the file, but not quick enough as Mr. Black suddenly disappeared from one end of the room and reappeared at the other end. He continued to flip pages uninterrupted. Paul stood agape.
“Here’s an interesting item - beating up a homosexual?”
“HEY!”
Paul ran at Mr. Black again with the same result as before.
“Look, I could go on and on, but let’s get down to details,” began the stranger, “you want something and I can help you. Shall we talk deal?”
“What kind of deal?”
“I won’t mince words and I’ll get right to the point. I am the man who can give you what you most desire out of life!”
“What would you know about my desires?”
“Oh, my dear sir, I know a great deal, a great deal,” asserted Mr. Black waving the thick file. And with a flick of the wrist, it disappeared into thin air. Paul stared, jaw open, looking for words.
“How did you.......?”
“Oh, we’ve been following your life for a long time, a long time now. You’re kind of, well, special entertainment for us.”
“Huh?”
“I won’t bore you with details. Your innermost desire is to live life over as a female, right?”
Paul nodded slowly, but not convincingly.
“And you’d prefer to live life over starting in diapers, right?”
Again, a nod, but still not sincerely.
“Well, I can honestly say that I can give you your wish to be a female in diapers. If that’s what you really want. Is it?”
Paul stared, this time with a wry smile as if someone were playing a practical joke on him and he was trying to figure it out.
“Want a sample? I mean, just to test it out?”
“Sure. Why not. I’ll play along.”
A wave of a hand, a flash and a puff of smoke, and Paul stood in the middle of the room clad only in a matching pink lace bra and panty set. He felt very quite shocked and suddenly noticed he had some nice cleavage where a moment before, he wore socks in his bra. But here were two fully formed and quite perky breasts now situated quite nicely within the confines of the pink lacy bra he wore. Slowly, he felt down to his crotch and where a moment ago he wore a wet and messy diaper, he now felt a smooth pair of matching pink panties. As he felt himself, he was again shocked to find his male anatomy physically changed to that of a female. He ran to the mirror to complete the reality - he stood looking at a fully formed, very mature and very shapely Pauline.
“What the hell has happened?” he cried not believing, yet fully realizing what had just occurred.
“Like it?”
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The Bargain - Part 4
“I...........uh........I......uh......,” Paul stammered.
“I can change it a little if you like,” said Mr. Black and again waved his hand.
Paul looked again in the mirror and saw the reflection of an even shapelier woman, about 21 or 22 years old he figured, with long, wavy red hair, full pouty lips, and a well-toned body. He now wore a solid red colored bikini swimsuit, thin spaghetti straps that held up very small triangular pieces of a bra that barely covered an even bigger chest and a very skimpy thong bottom. Paul thought he was good looking, no, great looking, no, desirable, no, model material. And a damn good model. He could be a runway model, Paul thought. Something wasn’t quite right, though.
“Oh,” whined Paul, “I always fancied myself a brunette.”
Puff.
Paul smiled as he looked at the reflection of a brunette in a similar green swimsuit and began to preen himself and twirl his hair. He was enjoying the view. He never in his life imagined for a moment he could look like a beautiful woman. He did look a little like his former self - as if nature corrected its mistake at birth. But this was a beautiful and desirable woman looking back at Paul in the mirror. He could not believe it was himself in the mirror - no, this was a picture, a movie, a hologram. Suddenly, a shock through the system awakened Paul as he turned to speak.
“What the heck is going on? Are you some sort of mind control person, a hypnotist? “
“No, no, Paul, this is real.”
Paul stared at Mr. Black for a moment and then back at the mirror.
“C’mon..........stop it.........I mean....this can’t be happening....it isn’t real.”
Mr. Black strode over to Paul as he admired his new body in the mirror. He watched Paul twist and turn trying to take in every view of every new curve and then whispered into his ear.
“Like it?”
“Yes.....it’s....great....I mean..no.......NO, NO, NO!!!!”
Paul backed away from Mr. Black in fear.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“No, no, NO! Look buddy,” Paul began as Mr. Black held up a finger as if to remind him, “uh, I mean Mr. Black. I don’t know who you are or where you came from. You’re a freak or something, a magician, a hypnotist, a, a, ....”
“Devil of a guy?”
“Right, devil of a .......devil of a ....guy..??” Paul realized the impact of the statement.
Paul looked for a way out of the room. Mr. Black was between Paul and the door. Paul started to move slowly along the wall towards the door as Mr. Black circled around the room.
“This isn’t right,” whispered Paul as he continued to inch towards the door.
“You don’t like the sample?”
“It’s a movie, a hologram, a mind suggestion...”
“Stop and look at yourself, Paul.”
Paul stopped and looked down. For the first time, he wasn’t looking at a mirror and really began to notice he was no longer the young male once was, but rather a younger, female and better version of the old Paul.
“NO!” screamed Paul as he made his way out of his bedroom and down the hall. He got as far as his living room trying to get to the front door when Mr. Black appeared out of thin air and right in Paul’s path to the door.
“I can see you’re hard to convince, so..” and with a wave of his hand, Mr. Black created the flash and puff of smoke where Paul stood. Paul was once again his old self, back in his costume of earlier and again in a wet and messy situation down below. Paul realized what had happened and was frozen in his tracks.
“Look, Paul, I could spend all evening trying to convince you I can give you what you want, but I don’t have the time to play mind games.”
“I kn--n--n-ew it, I-I-I-I knew it,” Paul stammered. “You’re a hypnotist, a magician, a-a-a-......”
“Devil of a guy?”
“Right.....like the devil is real or someth---.........” and Paul never got to finish his sentence. Mr. Black waved his hand once more and the next thing Paul knew, he was sitting on the floor looking up at Mr. Black. In some way, Paul felt quite different now. Mr. Black reached down and lifted Paul up in the air with great ease.
Paul wasn’t sure why, but Mr. Black was now very large, but not out of proportion to the room. Paul was very confused. Mr. Black strode back into the bedroom and held Paul in front of the mirror. As Paul looked into the mirror, his mind raced with questions of how. Paul gazed on in wonder. A very tall, slender and well tailored Mr. Black held in his arms, a very cute and adorable baby girl, finely attired in a pink sun dress with matching rhumba panties and pink bonnet. Paul knew the baby girl in the mirror was none other than himself.
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The Bargain - Part 5
“Babagibbiegoo,” was about all Paul could muster between the pacifier in his mouth and his newly acquired toddler body. “Aaaaahh, boobadoo.”
“That’s right, honey, all yours if you like,” replied the mysterious Mr. Black.
Paul smiled as he looked over his new found state. Mr. Black put him down in front of the mirror and Paul waddled over and pressed his hands to the glass. His reflection was a true sight to behold, he thought. He was about two feet tall, with plump cheeks, deep blue eyes, and a very cute adorable face. He wore a pink sundress that buttoned in the back and barely covered the visible matching rhumba panties that covered thick, cloth diapers encased in the necessary plastic panties. As he smiled, he saw there were only a few teeth in his mouth, much like any other two year old.
“Aaahaaaheee!” he chirped up at Mr. Black with a great big grin.
“Certainly!” replied Mr. Black who really understood what Paul meant, “to your heart’s content! I’ll help.”
As Paul gleefully crawled around the room, Mr. Black snapped and snapped his fingers. As he did, new infant toys would pop up and Paul gladly played with all of them. As if on cue, small wooden and plastic blocks appeared, and plastic rings, and loads of stuffed animals, and all kinds of noisy rattles and such. From time to time, he would stop crawling, roll over to a sitting position, pick up a toy, bang it a few times, perhaps even chew on it or throw it. Then, off to another part of the room and another toy, another short spot of attention, and then Paul would begin anew. The floor Paul’s room soon became covered with a toddler’s dream of seemingly endless toys.
Then Paul had a sudden thought and wanted to examine himself - was he a real toddler girl, or was he merely dressed as one? He tried to reach down to pull away the diaper and look, but he didn’t have the adult strength to do it. He just kept losing his grip on his panties. Frustrated, he began to cry, and cry like a frustrated toddler he did!
“There, there, little one,” cooed Mr. Black, “rest assured, you’re a girl. All the, uh, correct parts and plumbing, you might say.”
Paul smiled and then with another wave of the hand, another flash of light and puff of smoke, Paul stood as he did when the whole evening began. He looked at himself dressed in only the outward appearances of female attire, but with obvious male attributes. He frowned. And it was really becoming quite necessary to change the diapers he had been wearing for some time now as Paul felt that his bottom and crotch were becoming very irritated.
Paul was somewhat dazed, but as he did much of the night so far, he continued to doubt his eyes and ears. None of this could actually be happening - it couldn’t! Reason and logic told him he was wrong, so very wrong to believe that this mysterious stranger, this Mr. Black as he calls himself, could be anything by a hoax, a dream, a nightmare, a robber, anything but a devil. Mr. Black sat in a chair by a desk in the corner. He calmly produced another cigarette from thin air, took it to his lips, and the end became lit as if it always had been. He took a drag, inhaled deeply, exhaled very slowly, and turned to Paul.
“Well?” he finally asked. “What do you think? Satisfied with the samples? Can we draw up the papers?”
Paul was still a little stunned by the whole experience. He was sure he was dreaming and wasn’t sure if he wanted to wake up or not. This was becoming a nightmare, or a dream come true, but he wasn’t sure which. If it was a nightmare, then YES, wake up, Paul, wake up now!! But if it was a dream come true, then don’t wake up. This is too good to be true, but he was enjoying himself. Imagine, getting your wish.
“Okay, okay,” Paul finally said, “let’s assume for the moment you are who you say you are. I suppose you want my soul or something as payment, right? Unless you already have that.........I mean, you have a file on me and all that.”
“Oh, don’t be so trite, Paul. Sheesh! Hollywood! I told him it was a bad idea, but he wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Who are you talking about?”
“Never mind. What I meant was you’ve been an average person all your life, better than some, worse than others. Souls like yours are, well, average.......not worth too much. Could never use it at the gaming tables. Not enough clout. Oh, if could only have gotten Ghandi’s. Now he was worth something. I think the last soul I had of any worth was......I’m sorry, I drifted off there. No, I want something more than your soul, although that will need to be part of the bargain.”
“Alright, I’ll play along. What do you want? Money? My life’s savings? My furnishings? This? That?”
“Please,” laughed Mr. Black, “Stop! You kill me! Like any of your worldly pleasures would be worth anything to me.”
“Then what?”
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The Bargain - Part 6
“No, no,” laughed Mr. Black, “I’m only kidding. Your soul is the deal. I just love playing with people. Lately, it’s the only kick I get. Gosh, I’m such a scamp.”
“My soul,” replied Paul, “my , uh, immortal soul?”
“Yes indeed, my boy.”
“But my soul?”
“Oh come now. Have you ever seen your soul?”
“Well, no, I.............”
“Can’t be that big a price to pay, something so invisible, so lacking in value, so infinitesimally small.”
“My soul?”
“I mean, in all of my centuries, I have never even met one mortal who has even claimed to have seen their soul, let alone felt one.”
“But, my soul...??”
“You keep saying that. Is my meaning escaping you? Look, I’ll make it easy for you. In exchange for fulfilling your lifelong wish to be a female and in diapers in an effort to relive your life over, you give me claim on your immortal soul. Payment in full upon reaching the end of your natural life span. Now, is that clear enough for you?”
“I’ll be female? A full female like the sample?”
“Of course, my dear boy, of course. The choice will be yours.”
“Choice?”
“Well, infant female or adult female. I seem to remember we sampled both.”
“But what if..”
“What if what?”
“Well, what if I find out I don’t like it. I mean, it’s one thing to dress the part, wish the wish and all, but once it happens, I can’t go back, right?”
“Careful. You are one careful young man. Good, my boy. Tell you what I’ll do. Now I’m not supposed to, but I like you. I’ll give you another option.”
Paul was a little taken aback.
“Another option?”
“What about a trial period for, oh, let’s say, a month?”
“You mean, I can give this being a baby or adult female thing a trial? For a month? No strings attached?”
“All I’ll need is a deposit of sorts. This way, if you decide to make the change permanent, we’ll have the paperwork all drawn up and payment can be made at the time of the deal. What do you say, sport, want to gamble a little.”
Paul paced the room.
“Now wait a minute,” he said anxiously, “wait a minute. I have to be careful.”
“Ooh, I like that in an individual. Shows intelligence, character, fortitude, bravery.”
“A month? Just a month?”
“Think of it. How would you like to feel what the opposite sex feels from time to time. You could go in the lingerie sections without feeling as if they eyes upon you think you’re a pervert. You could get to try on dresses, skirts, pants suits, even swimsuits, and no one would question you. How about this? Want a makeover? A custom makeover? A professional to teach you about your skin and what it would take to make you more beautiful?”
“Wow! I never thought of that. That just might be cool.”
“Or if you wish to be an infant female, you could be cared for by a nurturing, motherly type who’ll care for your every need. She’ll feed you, bathe you, change you, play with you. Think of the possibilities - not a care in the world and someone around to care for your every need. And you could do it for a trial period with almost nothing to lose?”
“Yeah, wow, ........wait a minute.....ALMOST nothing to lose?”
“Well, I have to get something out of this deal. You know, quid pro quo?”
“What would I need to do?”
“Get me someone else’s soul in place of yours.”
“Someone else’s soul?”
“Oh, it might be an easy thing to do. Find a homeless person and offer them a chance at happiness. Then, you’re off the hook.”
Paul’s eyes got a little wider.
“But I couldn’t do that as an infant. I wouldn’t be able to communicate, could I?”
“That might be a problem. I see your point. Wow, you ARE an intelligent one. I can see you drive a hard bargain. Fine. How about being an adult female for a month. Of course, that’s provided I get another soul in return.”
“Right! Now what was that you said? Yeah! A homeless person. I mean, who’s gonna miss them?”
“That’s it, my boy, I can see we’ll get along. I love it when the greed sets in.”
“But how will I...I mean....if I get the soul, how will you know.....”
“Don’t worry. If you manage the task, I’ll know.”
Paul began to set his jaw, the wheels in his head turning, imagining all that he could do, or wanted to do, or wanted to try to do. His mind made up, he readily agreed.
“Where do I sign?” has asked excitedly.
A wave of a hand, a flash of light, a puff of smoke. A rather long and thick legal looking doc-ument appeared in Mr. Black’s hands. He strode over to Paul’s desk, cleared a few items in the way, and placed the paper on the center of the desktop.
“I’m sorry. Hollywood. I’m required to do the flashy smokey thing. Personally, I hate it - too cliché. But, it keeps them happy down there,” sighed Mr. Black as he pointed to the floor.
Paul paused - looked at Mr. Black and pointed down. Mr. Black nodded. Another wave, but no flash or smoke and a pen appeared. Mr. Black extended the pen to Paul as Paul looked over the contract.
“Reading carefully. I like that,” Mr. Black said as he patted Paul on his back.
Satisfied with the terms of the contract, Paul was about ready to sign. A sudden pause startled Mr. Black.
“What is it? Something wrong with the language of the contract? A clause or two you aren’t sure about?””
“No. I just want to be sure about something. I mean, I have heard you guys can be a little tricky and when I sign, I want to be sure I’ll be as I saw myself earlier - the brunette with the great body. I’ll be her, right?”
“My dear boy,” and with a snap of his fingers, Paul was instantly the ravishing well-endowed brunette again in the very skimpy green thong bikini.
Paul ran and examined himself in the mirror again and reveled in his new found state. He was a fully functional female, no bulge in the crotch, but a smooth, sensuous and well waxed genital area. His legs were bare and as smooth as silk. Toenails and fingernails highly polished and immaculately manicured. And his face, his face looked a little like his old self, but he could have been the good looking and well made-up twin sister. He was drop dead gorgeous!
He ran back to the desk and quickly signed the doc-ument. As soon as he signed, Mr. Black also singed Then Mr. Black produced a copy of the contract for Paul, showed it to him, Paul nodded that it looked all right, and placed the copy on his desk.
“Enjoy yourself, my dear boy, I mean, dear girl. You’ve earned it.”
Then Paul ran back to the mirror and admired his new body, twisting and turning like a runway model. He just couldn’t believe this was real - he was a female - a real, live, drop dead gorgeous, well toned, very shapely woman. And he had the kind of shape most women envy and most men desire. He twisted, twirled, jumped up and down, clapped, and enjoyed himself. He spent several minutes doing this before turning to talk again.
“I can’t thank you enough.........,” and with a sudden realization that Mr. Black had vanished. It was then Paul had noticed something was wrong, very wrong. Although he had the body of a woman, and a very darn good looking one at that, he still had his own, deep, rich male baritone voice.
“Damn you,” he yelled, “Damn you Thaddeus Black all to hell!”
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The Bargain - Part 7
Paul sat down on the edge of his bed wondering what he would do. Yes, he had a drop dead gorgeous female body, but if he went out in public with his old, male baritone voice, he didn’t know what would happen. He ran to the desk, grabbed the contract and poured over the particulars. Yes, he was promised as the party of the first part “one, adult female body, age: approximately 23 years old; height 5 feet 6 inches tall; weight, 116 pounds; bust - 37 inches; waist - 25 inches; hips - 36 inches; eyes - blue; hair - brunette.”
There it was - nothing else. Nothing about the voice, only the body. And nothing about a wardrobe. Oh my gosh, Paul thought, I have nothing to wear. He started to rummage through his dresser drawers trying to find what he had to wear. He found a few pairs of panties, but they were kind of big. He had a couple of pairs of tights and three pairs of pantyhose, but they, too, were too big to wear. Worst of all, he never tried to dress the part of a woman, but the part of a toddler girl, so he had no dresses, blouses or skirts of any kind. He did have pants, shirts, suits and the like, but he was now a 37 inch bust where before he wore a 40 regular suit coat with a 34 inch waist. This was going to be a big problem. And he certainly couldn’t go out in just a skimpy, thong bikini.
Paul fell face down on his bed and began to sob. He cried for most of the next hour. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have been so careless? What kind of fool messes with the natural order? And all of the self-insults Paul heaped upon his now fragile psyche, nothing was changing the fact he was in trouble, and big time.
Finally, he sat up, wiped his eyes, and decided nothing would get done this way. He went to his dresser and picked up his wallet, opened it up and found $78 dollars inside. Well, at least it’s a start. He could at least get a few items to wear and luckily, it was the weekend and he have to worry about work yet.
Then Paul looked inside at some of his identification pieces. His driver’s license was still the old one, male data and all including the picture. All of his credit cards were also in his old name. He might get away with the credit cards, but if he tried to write a check, he couldn’t use his license for identification. Even his social security card was in his old name. Then Paul had another thought - he had managed to save a nice tidy sum of money at the bank, but a lot of it was in savings. Paul also used a bank that always required identification for a lot of transactions and he did not have an ATM card. Financially, he was kind of screwed. He mused at the irony of it all.
Paul gathered himself, crawled into bed, and decided to try to get some sleep. He would plan what to do tomorrow. It was about 3:00 AM as Paul lay in his bed and, of course, Paul was having a lot of difficulty trying to sleep. Every once in a while, he would begin to drift off and he would awake with a start, feel himself and, yes, he was still female. It was a nightmare, he tried to tell himself, and soon he would awake and the world would be just fine. Finally, Paul drifted off to sleep.
He awoke around 10 o’clock the next day, Saturday. As he slowly rose and rubbed his eyes, Paul wondered why he felt a bit different. His groggy mind had yet to fully rid itself of the cobwebs. He wearily strode to the bathroom and reached for his pen-is to urinate. It was then he fully comprehended what had happened and, no, it was not a dream. Knowing what he needed to do, he sat down. As he finished his business, Paul stood up and realized women need to wipe after urinating, something he never did as a man. It was going to be the first of the many lessons Paul would learn in his new life as a her.
Paul stepped into the shower to try to get ready for the day. As he washed his body, Paul tried to get a sense of his new found womanhood. He felt all around himself finding new parts he never knew a woman had. Really, he thought, that’s how it is? He noticed his feet were smooth as were his legs. At least Mr. Black thought to start me with shaven legs. As he toweled himself, he examined his new breasts. How do women deal with these things? They kind of get in the way.
Paul finished drying put on his thick, white bathrobe, strode to his kitchen, made some toast and coffee, and tried to plan out his day. He figured he needed to eat anyway, might as well do some normal things. He took out a pencil and paper and tried to make a list of things he would need to get started. Bras, panties, pants, shirts, shoes, and that was only the start. He fumbled his way along as best he could, sat for a while staring into space as he sipped his cup of coffee. Eventually, he decided he needed to start, so he stood to to put everything in the sink. As he rose, he felt a wetness in his crotch. He looked down at himself and noticed he was bleeding. He began to panic for a few seconds until he quickly realized what was happening. He crossed his arms, looked down to a spot on the floor.
“Nice touch, Mr. Black,” he said sarcastically, “Tell me, are you laughing where you are? Are you enjoying yourself? Having fun? I mean really, on my first day as a woman, I get my period?”
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The Bargain - Part 8
Menstrual cycle. What else will go wrong today, Paul thought.
“Dammit!” fretted Paul as he went to the bathroom to clean up. This was certainly a new experience for him, and for sure, he wasn’t sure how he would deal with the situation. But he had to, and soon. There was no way he could go out, bleeding like he was. And for some reason known only to Mr. Thaddeus Black, Paul had what one might call a “heavy flow.”
Paul went to his closet to see what absorbent items he had on hand. He rummaged through the closet and discovered all he had left were a bunch of Depends Overnights. Nothing else? Had he run through all the “pull up” pants he bought? Nothing left but these diapers? You mean I have to wear diapers just to go out in public? I mean, it’s one thing to want to do it because it’s a fetish kind of thing, but to have to because you’re menstruating, well, that’s another. Again, Paul almost laughed at the irony of it all. He almost decided to go “on the rag” as it were, but wasn’t quite sure how that would work either. And it wasn’t like he had a lot of personal experience with his own period.
“Shit! What the hell am I going to do?”
Not being able to think of any other way, Paul laid down on his bed and taped himself into a diaper. It was quite large on his body now and he did the best he could, but at least he could still go out and about for a time. The first order of business was to take care of the menstrual flow. How do women do it? Paul had heard about tampons, pads, seen the commercials, stuff like that. But never in his fantasy fulfillment nights had he even approached womanhood. He always played the part of a toddler girl, never a woman. He had only hoped to grow up as one, never become one instantaneously. Oh sure, he might wear the occasional bra or a pair of panties, but only to complete a feminine look, not a crossdresser look. That was different, he concluded. So, this part of being a woman was very foreign to him. And to whom could he go for help? No one. So this would just have be a trial and error kind of thing.
Diapered and protected for a while, Paul set out to finish dressing himself as a her as best he could. He put on his bra, but since it was a 40B, it really didn’t fit too well and was pretty loose. Then he tried on several shirts until he found a black polo shirt that kind of draped his body in a way that wasn’t too revealing. But the hardest part was the pants. Everything he tried on was so baggy that even with a belt pulled to the last notch, they still tended to droop off all the time. He finally used some twine he found in one of the kitchen drawers. He couldn’t even remember where he had gotten the twine before or why he even had it in the apartment.
Paul looked at himself in the mirror and began to laugh at himself. He really was a ridiculous site. He looked, in his words, very frumpy - nothing fit - nothing! He couldn’t go out like this. And as far as he remembered, period last at least a week. No way could he last a week in diapers. At home was one thing, but not at work.
“Work? Ohmigosh! What am I going to do about work,” he thought. “I can’t go like this!”
Paul had summoned up enough courage to at least walk across the street to the grocery store. He found the feminine hygiene aisle, looked over several packages of tampons and pads, and decided to go all the way and got a large variety pack of tampons. There were several kinds for light flow, medium flow, and heavy flow and Paul figured he might as well learn. He also found some packages of panties for sale, calculated the right size, and bought some plain white cotton briefs - the only style available in this grocery store.
He got back to his apartment, read over the package of tampons and the instructions, removed the diaper, and inserted his first tampon. After checking it a bit, he washed up a little, put on a fresh pair of panties that fit a little better than his larger ones he wore as his toddler girl persona, and decided it wasn’t so bad after all. Id he was going out again, however, he should take a few tampons with just to be safe. He didn’t know how he knew, but he felt having some extras just might be necessary.
The rest of Paul’s day went by in a blur. He traveled to several stores and being frugal, he managed to find and buy some lingerie items, a couple pairs of pants, one pair of shoes, and his first dress which he enjoyed trying on in the fitting room. As a man, he always managed to buy off the rack, and usually without even trying things on. But as a woman, he found he enjoyed trying on clothes, so he spent a good hour or so trying on skirts,dresses, and even had the saleslady professionally fit his new, lace bra that came with matching panties. She did get a good laugh at the bra he was wearing.
“A 40B?” she asked, “Where did you get fitted for a 40B.”
“A store this girl won’t ever go for her lingerie again,” Paul replied with a giggle.
When Paul arrived back in his apartment that evening, he again tried on all of his new wardrobe and modeled for himself in front of his mirror. He charged a little more than $400 on the Visa card, but it was worth every penny. Paul thought he had never had so much fun in all his life.
“You are one sweet looking bitch,” he sang to himself as he modeled his new pink chemise, “one sweet hot mama!”
“Couldn’t agree with you more,” said a voice from behind Paul.
Paul spun around and saw the man he had forgotten about - Mr. Thaddeus Black.
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The Bargain - Part 9
Stunned, Paul could not speak right away.
“Cat got your tongue?” asked Black.
“No, I just didn’t expect to see you.”
“Well, I was in the neighborhood. How was your day.”
“Well, not bad,” Paul replied as he turned back to the mirror. “Oh, and by the way, thanks for the period.”
“Well, you wanted to know what it was like to be a woman. Thought you might like the whole nine yards.”
“Oh yeah, very nice, very nice indeed. Look pal, I didn’t bargain...”
“For what? Didn’t bargain for womanhood? Look at the contract, my friend.”
“Don’t call me your friend.”
“No? We’ll see in 30 days who’s a friend and who’s an enemy.”
“I just wanted to be a.”
“A woman? You are. Did you think you wouldn’t, or couldn’t experience everything?”
“But a period? On day one?”
“Why not? Might as well get used to doing it all.”
“Well, thanks for nothing. Oh, and thanks for leaving the voice. Nice touch, too.”
“Oh, sorry about that,” and Mr. Black clapped his hand, more flash, more smoke.
“Look, (ahem) I....(ahem)....I...,” Paul began, but now his voice was much different. As he cleared his throat and continued to talk, this was a purely feminine voice. “Oh..I.oh, that’s much better.”
“All part of the service. Now, the night is young. Where shall we go?”
“Go?”
“You know, out, on the town. Dinner, dancing, fun! I know all the hot spots. Be happy to show you a round.”
“But...”
“Look, you’re kind of new here and I’m an old hand at this sort of thing. I taught Casanova. Sort of....No, wait, that was Caligula.”
“I don’t know. The last time I trusted you.”
“Everyone makes a mistake. Come on. It’ll be fun.”
“Well..”
And with another pyrotechnic show, Pauline stood there in a sensuous strapless black evening dress that stopped just short of her knees and really showed off her sexy body - every inch of it - and left nothing to the imagination. As Pauline examined herself, she also was wearing a strapless push-up bra and matching thong panties. In his hand was a small, black velvet purse. Pauline looked inside and there were the usual things - keys, small wallet with identification - Pauline this time - money, credit cards, brush, and an assortment of cosmetics. Puzzled, he looked at Mr. Black.
“Well, when you go with Thaddeus Black, you go in style. Oh, and I think your period is over. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, I, uh.”
“You do have a way with words.”
Mr. Black offered his arm. Pauline took it, smiled and in a flash found herself alongside Mr. Black in a very swanky night club. They were in the middle of the dance floor swinging and swaying to the rhythm of the hot music. Pauline found herself swept up in the night of fun. They dined, they drank, and they dance. Pauline had never enjoyed herself as much as a man. She felt warm, she felt appreciated, she felt sexy - hot sexy. Throughout the night, she danced with many men, all at Mr. Black’s encouragement. And she enjoyed every minute of it.
At the end of the evening, Pauline was swept home by Mr. Black. After he disappeared, she relived the moments of the evening, the enjoyment she had, the dancing, and the drinking. In fact, she could not remember ever having so much to drink. All of a sudden, her head was spinning like a top. The liquor was finally having its full effect.
She made her way to her bedroom, kicked off her shoes, took off the dress, and put on a very skimpy sheer red babydoll nightie she was going to save for a special occasion. She figured her first night out as a woman and the fun, the sexy fun she had was occasion enough. She laid down on the bed, content with herself and was almost asleep.
“Well hello,” said a voice at her bedroom door.
Pauline jumped up with a start. Here was a man she had never seen before standing at her bedroom doorway.
“You gave me your apartment key and asked me to come up sometime, remember?”
Too stunned for words, Pauline fumbled for her robe to cover herself. Even through her drunken stupor, Pauline recognized the man from the nightclub earlier in the evening. As he approached Pauline, she could see he was obviously drunk, but determined.
“You said we could get it on later. Well, here I am, rough and ready.”
Pauline, too scared for words, too drunk for action, and too weak to fight back, realized this man wanted her, and wanted her in the worst way.
It would soon be a night to remember.
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The Bargain - Part 10
Pauline, even through a drunken state, could sense danger approaching. She had met this man in the nightclub. Then, another man appeared behind the first. Both were about twice her size, both had athletic builds, and both were obviously there for more than a nightcap.
“I’m Mike, and this is my roommate,” said Mike. “We just call him Turk.”
“Look, fellas,” replied Pauline, “I’ve had a long day. It was nice to meet you, but I think I would just rather get a good night’s sleep. Can I take a rain check?”
“Well, we’d like to,” said Turk in a rather soft and somewhat menacing way, “but, you see, were have to leave town tomorrow. Business. What do you say to some loving right now.”
He began to advance on Pauline who pushed him away. Mike was in-between Pauline and the relative safety of outside the door.
“I like your apartment,” said Mike. “You’ve got a nice, quiet place here. Tell me - is it soundproof?”
Mike and Turk began to advance on Pauline rather quickly cutting off all attempts to escape.
“No,” said Pauline, “You could probably hear a fly fart these walls are so thin.”
“Funny, I don’t hear your neighbors,” said Turk. “Are they always this quiet?”
“Well, yes, at 3:00 AM. Look, it was a blast at the club, but I’ve got to get up for church in the morning, so if you don’t mind, could you boys just leave? You know the way out.”
“Like I said,” replied Turk, “we leave on business - early.”
And with that, he grabbed Pauline and threw her on the bed. Pauline struggled to escape trying to scream as she did. Turk was on top of her and Mike was helping to hold her down. With his weight on top of Pauline, she couldn’t move her body, although she tried mightily. Turk had her hands held down while Mike was pulling her panties off. Pauline was screaming for them to stop, no, no, and anything else she could think of when Mike pulled out a knife and held it to her throat.
“You said we could come up for a good time,” threatened Mike, “and this is it. Make one more sound and I’ll cut something. Maybe your throat, maybe your face, maybe something else, but I’ll cut it.”
Pauline looked at him in sheer terror. His eyes were wide and he was almost foaming at the mouth. His actions belied the truth within - don’t mess with me!
She relaxed knowing what was to come and although the idea was horrid and repulsive, she was more willing to submit than to fight and perhaps get hurt or worse.
Turk removed his pants and underwear. Pauline stared at what looked to be the biggest male appendage she had ever seen, in the locker room, in pictures, ever.
“No, no, please don’t, “she pleaded.
Turk was soon back upon planting kisses, licking her face, making it rough. Through sobbing pleas to stop, Pauline soon felt Turk inside of her, pumping for all he was worth. In and out, in and out, first slowly, then building to a rapid pulse. Soon, Turk reached orgasmic climax and slowed as he filled Pauline with the bodily fluids of his reproductive organs. As he withdrew, Pauline sobbed in bitter defeat.
But the night was not over yet. Now, it was Mike’s turn to have his way, and have it he did. Pauline lost count of the times she was assaulted. She was forced to perform orally as well as submit to sodomy. She did not know how these guys could have kept it up. Doesn’t a man run out of semen at some time?
After what seemed an eternity, her ordeal was over and both men left, but first said their thank yous for a wonderful evening. And if that wasn’t enough humiliation, they promised to stop by again when they were back in town.
Exhausted and thoroughly violated, Pauline laid back in her bed, sobbing bitter tears. It had been a long, day. It had been a long and very horrible day. Mr. Black had shown Pauline what it was like to be a woman in one day. He had shown her the dark side of humanity, the very dark side. Pauline wished to wake up from her nightmare, but the reality was, this was no nightmare.
How things could get worse, Pauline could only speculate and those thoughts were not pleasant ones at all. As the sun rose and its rays filtered through Pauline’s bedroom window, she realized she had gotten no sleep. She had curled herself up into a fetal position and did not moved for hours. It was nearly 11:00 AM before Pauline rose from her bed and walked into the bathroom to shower.
It was Sunday, a day of rest. Through bitter tears, Pauline knew she needed to move on - somehow.
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The Bargain - Part 11
Pauline stood in the shower trying to cleanse herself from the night before. She washed and she washed, but somehow, she never felt clean. She would no sooner turn off the water that she would run to the sink to brush her teeth - again - and rinse her mouth out with mouthwash - again!. She’d finish that when she’d run back to the shower to wash again and again. Eventually, the hot water was becoming lukewarm, so she decided to finish for a while and wait for more hot water.
She sat curled up at the end of her bed wondering what to do. The day was slipping by, but she didn’t seem to care. Eventually, afternoon turned to evening and then it was bedtime again. By this time, Pauline was so exhausted by the endless showers and teeth brushing, she never realized she hadn’t eaten a thing all day.
“Hungry, my dear?”
Thaddeus Black.
“Get out of here - OUT - and out of my life,” cried Pauline.
“There, there,” Black replied, “I didn’t send those boys last night. But you might just thank me.”
“Thank you? Thank you? What the hell for?”
“You wanted to be a woman, and....”
“Not every woman gets raped!”
“Yes, but enough do that you needed to know what you got your self into. Coffee?”
“No, I don’t want any coffee - or food for that matter. I just can’t put anything else into my mouth.”
“Too bad - it’s good Colombian. I get it from a member in the Cartel - he’s another one of my clients and owes me a couple of favors.”
“Well, call one of the favors in. Have him shoot you.”
“You’re a funny girl, you know that.”
Mr. Black put down his tray of food and coffee. As he talked, the tray just disappeared.
“May I remind you that you still owe me a favor? I believe a soul or two might be in order?”
“After what you did to me last night, you think I would........”
“.....help me out? I expect you to. You signed a contract, remember?”
“......yeah.......”
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Want to make a plan?”
“Just leave me alone. I don’t need your help. The last time I asked for it, I got raped.”
“That’s my fault?”
“Yes, damn you, if you hadn’t taken me to that club....”
“But I didn’t give those boys the keys to your apartment, did I?”
“Look, I don’t want to argue anymore. Just leave me be.”
“And the bargain? You’ll hold up your end?”
“Yes, I’ll get your soul. Just let me alone.”
“Done.”
And with that, Mr. Black vanished. Pauline sat back down on her bed. Depressed, she wondered what she’d do. She remembered when she was down before her change, she’d diaper herself up, become a toddler, and the world all seemed to float away. The more she thought about it, the more she became excited by the idea.
So, she went to the closet, removed a diaper from the bag, taped it on herself. Then, she dressed in her old nightie she wore when she was Paul. She felt very comfortable and happy. She took out her toys and began to play again. Her binky pushed in her lips, she happily suc-ked while pretending to be 2 years old again. She even wet and messed her diaper again. Pauline was a very happy baby.
Then reality sunk in, the horror of the night before, and she suddenly realized she was wet and messy. She laid over into a fetal position of the floor amid her toys and began to cry.
“I’d give anything to turn back to Friday when this all began,” she sobbed.
“What did you have in mind?”
A familiar face was on a familiar figure who stood in a familiar corner.
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The Bargain - Part 12
“Mr. Black. MR. THADDEUS BLACK! Get away from me! I have had enough! Leave me alone! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
“Well, I’m not Thaddeus, not really,” replied this man. “Mr. Black is my, well, sort of brother.”
Paul was a bit confused at first. This man looked and talked just like Mr. Black. He wore the same clothes as Mr. Black, had some of the same mannerisms, and even his hair was cropped like Mr. Black’s. Again, he reasoned, Mr. Black was having a little fun at his expense.
“Look, pal, I have had a long day and...”
“I know. There’s a great deal I know, but first, let me ask you something - were you really unhappy in your former life?”
“My former life?”
“Yes. As a man - were you really unhappy?”
“Unhappy? You mean, like I wish I were someone else? Or I wish I were a woman? Or a baby?”
“No, I mean were you unhappy with your state in life - your job, your friends, your spirituality?”
“Well, no, not really. I mean I liked to have a little fun once in a while?”
“By dressing up as a baby girl?”
“Well, yes, I..”
The man snapped his fingers. Paul felt very different. As he looked around the room, he thought everything was quite large. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a gurgle. He looked down and saw his legs were bare and at the end of his legs were very small feet with white ankle socks rimmed in pink lace. A pair of very small black mary jane shoes were on his feet. He tried to stand, but his legs would not cooperate, so he turned to crawl. He crawled towards his full length mirror and found he was barely big enough to see his reflection, but saw enough.
Paul was dressed as a baby girl, complete with a short, pink sundress with white scalloped edges on the collar, puffy sleeves, and a hem that barely covered matching rhumba panties. And, of course, underneath the panties he wore thick diapers and a pair of plastic pants that he could feel, but not see. Paul looked up and saw the Mr. Black look alike smiling down at him.
“My brother likes all that flashy, smokey stuff. Personally, I am a much simpler kind of guy. May I have your attention?
Paul looked up and tried to speak and became quite frustrated ands agitated when he could not form the words. He fully comprehended his situation, yet could not speak the words to convey his thoughts. Submitting to his frustration, he began to wail like an infant.
“Oh, I’m sorry. How thoughtless,” said the new stranger as he produced a pacifier and gently pushed it between Paul’s lips. Thankful, Paul began to suc-k feverishly.
“Not a smart move on your part. Selling your soul? Very serious business, indeed. No matter. My job is to figure a way out of this for you. Interested?”
Paul looked up. He was so confused, he’d agree to almost anything.
“Let me introduce myself, Paul. You may call me Sinbad - I’ve always liked that name - yes, Sinbad.”
Paul suc-ked feverishly on the binky.
“Would you like to get out of the deal?”
Paul looked up. He could not communicate, but thought hard. His mind said YES, YES, YES.
“I understand,” said Sinbad.
Paul crawled towards Sinbad and hugged his leg in gratitude. It had been one long weekend and he just wanted to go back to Friday and start over - anything but this!
“As I understand it, you want to be a dependent female in diapers, correct?”
Paul just thought I want to start over - go back to Friday - before this whole mess started. Please, please, start over.
“We can’t change what was, but I can change what is. Would you like that?”
Paul thought hard again - start over. Go back to Friday. Just let me be Paul again. I’d give anything to be Paul again.
“But don’t you want to be a baby girl in diapers again? Just one more time through life?”
I want to be Paul again. I want to be Paul again. He was beginning to get agitated and confused.
“I can’t undo my brother’s work, but I can change a few things. We cannot go back in time, so we can only move forward. I’ll make a bargain with you. I can start a new kind of life for you, but you’ll have to agree it will be the last change, so to speak. Maybe nature made a mistake and you’re supposed to be a woman anyway. So why not let me help you into the role of a dependent female in diapers. At least you can have the best of both worlds - you get your wish to be a female and in diapers again and I will have helped you out - agreed?”
Paul thought hard again. Anything - I’ll do anything. Paul was so exhausted by now.
“And no more changes?”
Yes, anything - anything. Help me please.
“Leave it to me,” said Sinbad who snapped his fingers.
Paul opened his eyes. He was in a hospital bed in a white room. Nurses were walking back and forth. Every so often, one would come to his bed, check a few of the machines to which Paul was hooked up to. After a few awkward moments, Paul took in his new situation. He was tethered to the bed, unable to move his arms or legs. He looked down at himself and noticed he was wearing a hospital gown, but he couldn’t see too much more - the covers were on top of the rest of his body. A doctor looking person walked in, but Paul could not quite make out his face. He spoke softly to a nurse, took a chart, made a few notations and left the room.
The nurse came over to Paul’s bed, took a needle, and injected something into the IV inserted in Paul’s arm. Just then, another nurse came over to look at Paul.
“Is this the accident victim?” she said.
“Yes,” said the first nurse, “the poor girl. Bus accident. They said she just ran out in front of the bus.”
“How is she?”
“Oh she’ll live alright, but she’ll never walk again. The doctor says she has some brain damage, but only time will tell how much.”
Paul listened, understood every word, but could not respond to anything they said. He wanted to scream out loud that he was alright, his mind worked, he heard and understood everything, but his mouth would just not work.
“So what do I need to do?” asked the second nurse.
“Well,” said the first nurse, “she has lost all control over her bladder and her bowels, so we need to keep changing her diapers when necessary. And she’s lost the ability to feed herself, so when dinner comes, you’ll need to feed her. The doctor says she’ll be that way for the rest of her life.”
“Hello ladies,” said a man in a doctor’s coat. “Did you fill her in on the new patient?”
“Yes, doctor, she’ll take care of - what’s the girl’s name again?”
The new nurse looked at the chart.
“It says here her name is Pauline. Oh my - she’s only 16. Imagine, she’ll spend probably the next 50 or 60 years in diapers and being fed like a baby. I feel so sorry for her.”
“Ours is not to question the universe,” said the doctor, “they say everything has a reason.”
As the trio turned to leave, the doctor approached Pauline, took a look down and Paul recognized the face. Thaddeus Black. The doctor checked the IV, checked a few wires and monitors, looked at Pauline, turned to leave, paused, looked back - and winked.
THE END