OK, smile! by Mary Beth Sanford

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OK, Smile - Part 8

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/16/2004 15:44:08 [-04]



Helen wasn't wearing panties as she gathered her skirt and slip before moving a leg over to straddled Mark. She eased herself into a position that allowed her to kiss Mark as they joined. Their kiss was far more passionate this time. Helen was very careful, as was Mark. Their urges were feverish and both knew, instinctively, that they could climax in an instant if they hurried.



It was slow. Slow, sensuous and so very soft. So very soft and loving. They both faced the inevitable though and something almost primal hinted to each that it was time. Helen sensed Mark's legs stiffen slightly as his back arched a little. Helen allowed herself, in that same instant, to ignore any more restraints and join him.



There was no conscious thoughts as their bodies took hold of their mind and everything but that moment. Minutes past before there was no need to go on. There was a last kiss as soft as the first before Helen slipped back to the side of the bed. They both allowed themselves to collapse into their emotions and that momentary exhaustion.



Reality, as it always does, eased back into their thoughts but slowly as their endorphins held their passion and those pleasant seconds. Helen moved a finger over Mark's cheek as she whispered: "I needed that desperately."



"Me too." Mark whispered back savoring the feelings that still held him like invisible arms.



"This does change things a bit." Helen said just as softly.



"I know. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!" Mark said taking the wrong assumption in what she had said. He was an employee and she was his boss and this sort of thing was taboo.



"You're so silly! Of course you couldn't and neither could I! Honey, I wanted this to happen. I've wanted it since this morning! I want this to happen a few more times. Lots more! That's the part that's changed." Helen said as she bent to kiss him.



"Oh!" Mark said after their kiss ended and then added: "Me too."



"Good! So I'm going to go and take a shower and give you a chance to take one as well, then I'm going to return, put you back into your diaper and baby pants and take a nap with you. I want to cuddle you for a bit. Is that ok?" Helen asked.



"Yes!" Mark whispered. He was overwhelmed by the messages he was getting.



"Then I'll see you in a few minutes!" Helen said moving to kiss him again.



Mark watched her walk to the door and out. He laid there for a few more minutes still relishing his mood and those feelings. He also felt giddy at the prospects of her returning to diaper him. This time it wouldn't be for pictures. This time he was going to actually be diapered. Diapered, he mused, as he rose on rubbery legs.



"Hi!" Helen said ten minutes later as she came into the room. She was holding something filmy and pink. It was nylon and girlish and Mark wasn't sure what it was other than it looked feminine. Very feminine as she laid it at the foot of his bed. Mark was wrapped in a towel from his own shower as Helen moved to the changing pad and diaper.



"Put that pretty bottom of yours right there honey!" Helen said. She had dropped all of her pretenses by now. Making love took away any other reasons to be coy, creative or covert.



Mark dropped his towel and moved to the bed before sitting over the diaper. It wasn't the same as the one he'd worn before. This one gathered in a pucker from the elastic at the back and front of the waist. It gathered at the legs as well. It also seemed thicker. It was very thick as Helen tugged at it from beneath him.



She hadn't used baby oil before this, but that was first and Mark's only regret was that she hadn't used baby oil before this. Baby powder followed and his first diaper pin closed the right side. She did the same to the left as the diaper formed itself around his waist and legs.



Mark could have said just about anything when he saw the baby pants but he was well beyond most things a guy might want to say. They were pink again but this pair had a ruffled feminine lace around the waist and matching lace around the legs. They were cute and Mark lifted his legs as if this was something he wore every day. That thought made him smile given that he wouldn't mind such a notion.



They matched the color of that nylon sitting at his feet and when his baby pants were set in place it was clear the top went with them. It reminded Mark of a old style baby doll top, but then again it was slightly more little girlish even for those. Almost a dress he mused as he slipped his arms into the opening that she presented to him.



Helen was in her own nightgown under a matching robe in a pure white. She had walked in looking like a goddess. She was lovely sitting there as Mark took a small chance to caress her as she fussed with his little dress. Mark wasn't sure why she'd chosen something so feminine for him nor why he was allowing this, but he was and somehow that was all that mattered.



"You look adorable precious!" Helen said as she embraced him into another kiss. Mark lost the chance to say anything as their lips touched. What would he have said anyway he mused as their kiss lingered for a time. Helen eased her face from Mark's and moved onto the bed fully encouraging Mark to lay at her side and a moment later he was being cuddled. Sleep took them within minutes.



"Dinner is nearly ready!" Roses voice said softly from the other side of the door waking Mark from his dream. He'd heard Rose say that same thing before this but wasn't sure. Helen was laying there with her arm over his side and it moved to his chest in a caress as she asked if he was awake. Mark said yes but not willing to move yet.



"I'm famished!" Helen said.



"Me too!" Mark responded. His hand was on her's as he added: "I just don't want to move is all."



"Me neither. Tell you what! Let's get something to eat and then sneak back to my room before Shirley gets here." Helen said kissing Mark's ear. That suggestion, a hint of things to come, was all Mark needed.



"What do you want me to wear to dinner?" He said smiling as he sat up. He felt the little night gown or dress or whatever it was fall straight and hang just at his curled finger tips. Those finger tips could also touch the lace of his baby pants so he knew the little gown didn't fall past his baby pants.



"No need to change yet." Helen said tugging at the hem of his little dress.



"But what about Rose?" Mark said in a mild panic. It was one thing to be seen by Helen but quite another by someone else. He's slipped sideways a little and was slightly shocked at how cute his outfit was. He was more than a little shocked that he was letting this even happen.



"Rose has been with me for a lot of years honey. She's come to know as much about me as anyone. She also knows my taste in men and, just so you know, she thinks I have excellent taste and that you are, without a doubt, adorable." Helen said.



"I don't follow?" Mark said not sure what he was hearing.



"Would it bother you to know that I very much like you this way?" Helen said as she slipped her arm around Mark's waist as they stood there. Helen had moved over to Mark and was looking at him from the mirror.

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OK, Smile - Part 9

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/18/2004 21:03:55 [-04]



"It might! I mean it might have? I mean earlier? A little? I'm not sure! NO? Gosh, I'm not sure? OK, I don't think so? I mean not now. Is it this nightgown thing you like? Or... Or, diapers?" Mark asked slightly confused still and blushing over what he wore.



"I know sweets! Confusing a little I'm sure. To answer your question, it's both! Can't help it! It's just something I really like. It's one of the reasons I wanted you for those pictures. I've wanted you since you began working for me." Helen said before kissing his cheek. Her right hand was tugging at his top in a playful way.



"Oh." Mark said. He wasn't sure what else to say, but he was sure he liked some of it. Perhaps all of it. He didn't dare think too much on any of it. That would force him to be logical and he didn't want to be logical. There was a rational part of him darting in and out of his thoughts.



She was his boss, he was a guy, he was dressed as a baby girl. No, he decided as he shut that part down. He was not going to get too heady with this. If he gave it too much thought he'd give in to that rational side and that rational side had no room for these things.



Without these things there would be no Helen or that moment he'd had. He'd lose all of the other moments he was sure waited for him. No, this wasn't the time to be rational, so he shut off that side.



"Is it OK?" Helen asked again, suddenly looking concerned.



"More than OK." Mark answered. Helen smiled. She smiled, hugged him, they kissed and stood there together in their own thoughts. Another milestone had passed. So had most of Mark's inhibitions. Too late now he mused as his nightgown moved over Helen's. They broke apart almost wishing there was still time to play or at least Mark did.



"Then come on sweetie and let's see what Auntie Rose has cooked up for us." Helen said taking Mark's hand. Mark allowed her that and walked alongside. He had always considered himself nearly everyone's equal and while that was still the case Helen was definitely in charge. That exchange of power if that was what it was happened naturally.



"I've put you two together." Rose said as she moved in with a plate of something looking and smelling very delicious. Mark noticed their chairs and two settings side by side. It wasn't so much the settings, which was very odd, but the bib hanging on the chair in front of what was clearly a little girl's motif on what he decided was his plate.



Mark tried remember the figure he was looking at. Strawberry Short Cake with her floppy hat and cute little outfit. His cup, plate and even his utensils held the theme. As did that bib. His bib he thought. It was a bit much and he paused a moment to consider even sitting. He was flushed a little that Rose had set the table like that, wondering what she was thinking when she did so.



What was he to her that she would assume it was OK for those things to be OK? That slight hesitation was a tug of Mark's hand in Helen's. Helen sensed it and understood what it meant. She may be pushing too hard and too fast she decided. She'd told Rose to set out a little girl's place for Mark but she had doubts now.



"That was my idea! I'm sorry! It's a bit over the top isn't it? It was just that I wanted to play a little before we went back to my room after our meal." Helen said and then added: "I'll have Rose set a regular place for you."



That word "play" was kind of an explanation although Mark wasn't sure how him eating from a girl's setting would be play. He wasn't sure how this feminization of him did what it did for Helen. What was it about this that seemed to hold such an interest. Although there was that word "play" she'd used.



"Can I asked you something?" Mark asked.



"Of course, anything." Helen said.



"Does this sort of thing really turn you on?" Mark asked.



"Very much so?" Helen answered.



"Why?" Mark asked.



"Now that might take some explaining. What I don't want to do is lose what we've got so far so let me ask you this before I give you a history of Helen: "Does the thought of me mothering you a little bit over dinner turn you off?"



"No!" Mark said answering honestly. Actually it had the opposite as he thought about it. He was sure that was some of it, almost sure he didn't mind and almost laughed at that because he was already wearing things he should be wearing and doing things he shouldn't be doing. That "no" was as definite as he could make it.



"Thank you!" Helen said kissing him on his cheek before allowing him to sit. She remained standing and the bib went on a moment later. Terry on one side, heavy plastic on the other with Strawberry Short Cake decorating the front. It tied at the back of Mark's neck but what got his attention was the scale of it and the fact it fit.



Helen began filling Mark's plate and Mark sat there happily with his hands in his lap which was actually an opportunity once again to play with his little dress and sneak a feel of his baby pants. They were so soft and pliable and wonderful to the touch.



"So? The history of Helen? First, do you understand the concept of a dominate and submissive?" Helen asked.



"I think so? One, the dominate, is the one with the whips and chains kind of thing and the other in those chains?" Mark said smiling.



"Actually those whips can be feathers or, for some, diapers!" Helen said as she began cutting what looking like veal.



"Oh. OK. So I guess the answer is yes then." Mark said realizing suddenly how he fit into that statement. He hadn't thought of diapers or these clothes as something for submissive and dominate. He'd always picture leather and some odd contraption that often made him shudder.



"Well, this is some of that but the reason for it goes back to my parents I suspect. My father actually. Right after I was born he was wounded in Korea and ended up being incontinent. I wasn't sure when I discovered that, but by then it wasn't a big deal.



Dad opened two pharmacies and worked long hours and mom stayed home with me. Very traditional roles one would guess. Only when I grew a bit older I began to realize that they sometimes switched roles. Seems that when bed time came dad became the submissive to mom while mom diapered him.



Like most girls, and guys I suspect, we fashion ourselves after our parents and one day I brought a diaper and pair of plastic pants home from the pharmacy to put my boy friend into. Turned out to be one of those kinds of things like when you take your first bite of chocolate.



You don't understand why you like it, but you suddenly realize you do. Some of that because my boy friend liked it and we instantly switched roles. Before then I was a girl that liked boys that liked being a girl with a boy. All of that changed that day. I was sort of in charge and liked it.



My hang-ups were about being in charge and my boy friends hang-ups was about not being in charge. Pretty much the way it is for boys and girls. Only there we were and I was that dominate and he was the submissive and we both liked that.



As I grew I started finding ways to do that to boys routinely. Cleaver little ways of talking them into things they wouldn't get into if I wasn't clever enough. Before long I'm feminizing them. Making them the girl and me perhaps the guy but not like a gender swap as much as a power swap. If he's in frilly things then he's the submissive and that makes me the dominate.



Diapers and plastic pants along with those frilly things is like the ultimate exchange for me. It is the ultimate submissive because you've relinquished everything that you are. Only it's not really, because you are still that guy under those things and that's what I like most of all. I'm in charge of the sex then as well.



Of course, like you, I've developed a particular taste in men. I don't want sissies or men too feminine or that cross dress on a regular basis, because then it would be too easy. I also don't want someone really into this because for me there is the challenge of getting them into this.



Is this making sense?" Helen asked.

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OK, Smile - Part 10
Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/20/2004 01:55:27 [-05 EST]

      "Yes!" Mark said as he put himself into the position of those other men or
      boys Helen mentioned. His mind was tracing back to the beginning. Some
      things were coming together as Helen slipped him a small bite of food that
      he took happily.

      They were swapping that power now he realized. He also realized he liked
      being mothered. He loved the feel of what he wore and getting diapered and
      so far just about all of it. He really liked the way Helen had made love
      with him and if that was her being in charge then so be it.

      "Was this photo session a con?" Mark asked suddenly. That idea left a sort
      of nasty taste in his mouth.

      "Yes and no." Helen said.

      "How's that?" Mark asked.

      "If at any time during this process I would have stopped if you showed any
      sign at all that you didn't want to go further. Men, and even women, have
      delicate egos and those hang-ups besides. If I felt like I was damaging
      that ego I would have stopped. If I couldn't get you past your hang-ups
      that too would have ended it." Helen said.

      "But how did you know?" Mark asked. He was trying to figure out how she
      knew she could get away with this.

      "I didn't. I don't. When I asked you to pose for the pictures you could
      have said a flat no and that would have been that. When I pushed a little
      on some of this I did so only based of your reaction prior to that next
      step. It was all guess work. Although much of it, because I liked you and
      wanted you right here, made me push a little more." Helen said.

      That eased Mark's concept of having been had as it were. Fact was he was
      happy at that moment. He was trying to remember when it started to be a
      turn on and realized it had been right from the start. Only there was
      Tracy in this equation.

      "What about Tracy. I mean she has to be part of this ploy right?" Mark
      asked.

      "Yes. Yes she is. Actually, if it will make you feel better she thinks you
      are a pretty secure guy, and she likes you besides. She is also gay so her
      interest in you is because of my interest in you." Helen said as she
      lifted another bite to Mark's lips. He was eating this whole time and that
      made some of what he felt academic.

      "Gay?" Mark said with some of his fantasies dashed. Only Mark had also
      realized that most of his fantasies so far had been of Helen and not of
      Tracy.

      "Sorry about that although she really does like you." Helen said.

      "And the photographer?" Mark asked.

      "A very dear friend of mine who takes pictures of kids and knows about my
      taste in men. If this doesn't scare you too much those pictures are sort
      of your first few pages of an album. I'm hoping to have a lot more before
      Monday." Helen said.

      "OK. So what about Rose?" Mark asked.

      "Actually that's mom! She came to live with me when dad passed away. Of
      all of the people you can be comfortable around it's her." Helen said.

      "Why?" Mark asked.

      "Turns out dad didn't suffer from a war wound. Turns out that dad just
      liked being babied and, as it happens, mom liked babying him. This sort of
      thing has been in our lives for a long time as you can imagine." Helen
      said taking a bite of her own meal. She ate for a bit, swallowed and
      added: "Am I scaring you out of this?"

      Mark sat there with a hand full of nightgown under his bib and feeling
      very babyish as the moment and there was nothing of what had been said
      that scared him. On the contrary he was thrilled suddenly. He was more
      scared of this actually ending.

      "Not in the least. So that also explains you wanting me in this little
      dress?" Mark said happily.

      "Honey, that's not a dress! That's just a nightgown. Would you like to see
      what one of your little dresses looks like?" Helen said as she slipped an
      arm around him and hugged.

      Mark felt faint. "Yes!" He said without hesitation and no reservations. If
      this wasn't a dress then what might a dress feel like? That left him
      reeling at the prospects.

      "Might be more than you can handle?" Helen said.

      "How much worse could this be? Or better I guess?" Mark said.

      "I'll let you decide that. Besides, I'm getting a little turned on
      suddenly and wouldn't mind slipping you into something a bit more sissy if
      that's ok?" Helen asked.

      "OK?" Mark said as his throat started to close a little. It came out
      almost like a whisper, as if he was going horse.

      "Hope you're ready for this?" Helen said as she removed his bib.

      "Me too!" Mark said as he stood with Helen.

      "Finished with dinner?" Rose asked appearing again.

      "I'm taking him to the nursery." Helen said.

      "I'll clean up!" Rose said.

      "Thanks mom!" Helen said as she took Mark's hand.

      "The nursery?" Mark asked.

      "Our playroom!" Helen said.

      "Playroom?" Mark asked with a mischievous smile on his face. It matched
      Helen's.

      "Playroom!" Helen noted as they mounted the steps. She had squeezed Mark's
      hand when she said it. Mark wanted very much to play right then and there.

      Helen opened the door that matched all the other doors on the second
      floor. Only that room didn't match his room or any room he'd ever seen. It
      was pure sugar and spice and everything nice. The ultimate for a little
      girl that loved being a little girl.

      The crib dominated the decorations with a chiffon cover that matched a
      giant chiffon bow at the end of it. It was done in a pastel teddy bears
      motif with light pink sheets against the wood white. On the mattress was a
      giant teddy bear in a pure white smiling at him. A light pink satin
      trimmed baby blanket was neatly folded and waiting.

      There was a changing table to match with shelves below and he recognized
      the diapers because he was wearing one of them. Next to thoes baby pants
      were other styles and some of those panties actually looked like panties.
      Ruffled panties he guessed which were lined in plastic since they went
      over those diapers.

      Off in the corner a table with a tea set and two more bears sitting at it.
      There were four very large dolls one of which was in an outfit not too
      unlike the one he wore. The others at least three feet tall were in very
      frilly dresses. Mark wondered instantly if those dresses matched a dress
      in his size. He could hardly stand thinking of that possibility.

      A dresser done up to match the crib and changing table sat against a wall
      and next to that another door. The closet most likely. The room smelled of
      baby powder. It was an alluring kind of smell and Mark was becoming
      painfully aware that he wanted Helen desperately.

      "Want to see some of your outfits? Or should I say one of the outfits that
      could be yours?" Helen asked as she moved a finger over Mark's right ear.
      Her arm had slipped around his shoulders as he stood there.

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OK, Smile - Part 11

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/21/2004 03:31:23 [-04]



"Yes." Mark said.



"OK, but I've got to warn you that there is no turning back once I open that closet! This is sort of like a pandora's box for boys! Once you let the dresses out, some boys find it impossible to put them back in - figuratively speaking. So think about it." Helen said in a mock warning.



"OK!" Mark said almost rushing to the door himself.



Helen kept her arm around Mark as they moved towards that door.



"Are you sure you want to do this?" Helen asked right at the threshold.



Mark was suddenly getting wet and flushed over getting so excited about such things but he was. He could hardly breath. He was wearing just a night gown and had been happy just wearing that. What would a dress feel like? What could possible feel as wonderful or look as cute as what he was wearing.



Helen paused and opened the door...



Mark's gasp came the instant the light came on and the light came on the instant the door opened. Helen felt him settled in her arms a little and she beamed. Her little sissy almost fainted and by the time she was through with him he just might.



Mark was looking at a sea of femininity. Not anything close to adult because everything was pastels and most of those pinks or lavenders, although he saw pastel yellow and blues. Dresses! Not just dresses but frilly little girlish dresses hung on the left and at least a dozen judging by the colors. Past that, past the last part of the bar of dresses were slips. Slips of one sort or another. Petticoats, as he began to notice details, on all of them.



On the right side more dresses, but he realized some were costumes. A pair of sparkling red Mary Jane shoes sat below what was clearly a dress like Dorthery wore in the Wizzard of OZ. Another hanging almost to the floor was in a bright yellow, royal blue and red. A huge collar stood up from the hanger almost touching the bar. That was Snow White's dress.



Next to that a gown in a light silver that was very full. Full and just as long and perhaps even fuller than Snow Whites. The style suggested Cinderella only because the shoes, in a clear plastic, were the type that a little girl might wear for make believe. The shoes looked big enough to fit him. All of the shoes looked big enough to fit as did the dresses. There was even a tutu or what looked like one becuase it stood out almost straight and he could see the panties attached.



It was an impossible image to take in at one time. It was impossible that he was taking it in even and yet, there he was. He wanted to start on the left and work his way around that entire closet. That pink party dress first. It looked so inviting in the sheers over something he guessed might be satin because of the shimmer.



Mark wet his lips and swollwed. His mouth had gone dry. He wasn't sure what to say or even if he dared say anything. He couldn't help himself. She was right about opening that door, it was risky.



"Will these fit me?" Mark asked and added: "I mean are the shoes big enough?"



Helen squeezed Mark's shoulder again and whispered: "Everything in here, in that dresser and under that changing table will fit you! Now then, are you going to be a good little girl for mommy? If you say yes, mommy will help you into one of these pretty dresses before she takes you back to her room."



Mark, lost in the prospects of what Helen said, only nodded. He could hardly speak as he asked: "Can I try that pink one?"



"Now how did you know that was one of my favorites?" Helen asked laughing.



Mark suddenly felt embarressed if that was even possible at this point. He flushed as he realized what he'd just said. He'd asked if he could try that pink dress on. He was a guy and he'd just asked his boss if he could wear a little pink dress. He couldn't help himself and laughed with Helen as she lifted his nightgown over his head.



The top of the slip was nylon with petticoats flowing down and out from the short bodice. His own waist well below the waist of the slip which he guessed would match the dress. Satiny straps joined the nylon trimmed in a delicate lace that joined at the center with a tiny pink bow. Mark had seen these type of slips on little girls in catalogs.



"How many layers are there?" Mark asked as his hands floated over the top of his petticoats.



"Just three honey. There is a layer of fabric called tulle that makes the slips flow out and that pretty layer of taffeta under it and another on top. Do you like it?" Helen asked already knowning the answer.



"Very much!" Mark said throwing out any more thoughts of protest or worries. The nylon moved over him as did that layer of taffeta around his legs as Helen fussed with it. He was sure she was moving it on purpose and happy over that.



It rustled loudly as did the dress when Helen lifted it fromt the poll. She removed the dress from the light pink satin hanger and held it so she could undo the buttons as Mark stood there in some sort of inpossible fantasy. Had he known what these things had truly felt like he might have cross dressed years ago.



"Here we go precious! Your first dress!" Helen said slipping it over Mark's head.



His dress he mused as a layer of taffeta in white under a skirt of pink satin slid over his slips. On top of that was a layer of soft flowing chiffon. It was that taffeta that was making it so noisy and he suspected, without really knowning, that it must be what makes flower girl or brides maid dresses so noisy.



Helen fussed for a time with his dress fluffing the skirts so they sat over his slips. She worked her way to the back and Mark felt the dress hug him as Helen closed the buttons. The dress slid right and left as Helen centered the long sash before fashioning a very large bow. She fought her urges all the while she was doing this. Mark wasn't fighting his and thankful he was in a diaper.



Helen finished and bent to pick up a very shiny pair of black Mary Jane shoes. "Socks are in the dresser." Helen said taking Mark's hand to guide him to the oversize rocking chair set next to the crib. Mark sat with a bit of instruction on how so his skirts gathered under him. That taffeta, now covering his legs in a different way, felt wonderful.



He put his hands into his lap and they sank into the fabrics of his skirts as Helen returned with white socks layered at the top with a gathered chiffon of pink. His Mary Jane shoes fit perfectly as did everything he was wearing. When he stood he felt, he was sure, what a girl might feel in her own new dress.



When Helen walked him back to the closet and closed the door for the mirror Mark swayed a little. He was... He was pretty and that was odd because he still looked so very much like a boy. He smiled, caught Helen's eyes and flushed but continued smiling.



"I'm afraid you've been bitten by the sissy bug haven't you?" Helen said.



Mark nodded. The sissy bug? That was cute, and most likely as accurate as anything she could have said. She was also right about him not wanting to go back after this. "Ready?" Helen asked.



"For what?" Mark asked back.



"I'm afraid I can't wait any longer sweetheart. Mommy wants to play with her little girl. OK?" Helen said.



"OK?" Mark said in a whisper. If she didn't play Mark was most likely going to explode any second now.



Helen took his hand and the act of walking took on a different meaning suddenly.



"How does one have sex in these things?" Mark asked as the leyers of dress and slips moved around him. It was actually a ligitimate question giving how impossible it felt to get past what he was wearing.



"Sweety, I'll simply have to show you!" Helen said as she moved a hand to the back of his dress and patted him. He could just feel it. The images of what was to come made him dizzy as they moved into Helen's room.

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OK, Smile! - Part 12

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/22/2004 04:09:53 [-04]



"Gather your skirts and slips as I showed you and lay back honey!" Helen said showing him again what she meant as they reached the edge of the bed. Mark did as she showed and Helen slipped his shoes off. The rest was just slightly beyond what Mark had imagined.



He was holding the layers of dress and slips in both hands gathered to his chest and covering all but Helen's smiling face as she moved over him. He felt the tug of his baby pants then the diaper ease loose as the right diaper pin came open. She tugged those just past his thighs and a moment after that Mark closed his eyes.



It was beyond his comprehension most of this. His hands feeding the touch of those girlish layers to his brain, his nose catching the hint of baby powder as Helen slowly brought him to the very edge of something he couldn't describe even if he tried. It was beyond description perhaps, but not beyond understanding the pleasure of it all. How could someone not enjoy such things Mark thought as he fell back once more in a state of extreme happiness.



His diaper came back up and formed around him again warmly. His baby pants followed before Helen helped lay his slips and skirt into their proper form once more. He sat up, moved his feet to the beds edge and watched happily as Helen put his feet into those girlish little shoes once again. If there was anything he wished for at that moment was that this never end.



"There we go honey!" Helen said patting the sides of his knees before standing. Mark joined her and noted the clock then. It was six forty five. Shirley was do back at seven.



"I guess I need to change for the rest of those pictures." Mark said.



"Actually, I'd rather you didn't." Helen said as she bent to kiss Mark lightly.



"Don't you want more pictures of me in diapers?" Mark asked.



"No. What I really want are some very pretty pictures of you in your little dress." Helen said.



"Oh!" Mark said smiling but then frowning at the prospects of Shirley seeing him like this. Which didn't seem nearly as bad if Shirley was already in on it. It made Mark think to add: "So Shirley is expecting me to be dressed isn't she?"



"Yes." Helen said as she fussed with the large bow at the back of Mark's dress.



Mark was feeling suddenly sad that the night was coming to a close. One day gone and only one day left.



"What's wrong honey?" Helen asked.



"Just wishing this wasn't going to end any time soon." Mark said wistfully.



"End? Honey that's the last thing you need to think about." Helen said reaching up Mark's dress to fix the inside layer of his slip. It had gathered a little.



"But Saturday is almost over and there is only Sunday left?" Mark said.



"You don't seriously think I've gone through all of this trouble and expense just for this weekend do you? Not hardly. That room is yours as are those things in it. At least for as long as you want them to be. If I have my way with you, the only time you'll see pants is when you go to your classes at school or step back out into the world." Helen said.



"But what about work!" Mark noted.



"You've got a new job if you want it?" Helen said smiling as she brought her arms around Mark's legs from behind.



"What kind of job?" Mark asked a little confused.



"Apprentice girl! It's a rather lengthy program that takes a lot of practice, patients and time. It's also not going to leave you much time for too many other things. Besides, it's going to take us the better part of a couple of weeks just to get you into all of those dresses." Helen noted.



Mark smiled at that and what Helen's hands were doing at the moment. He had come to love her fussing over him as she did.



"Interested in becoming an apprentice girl?" Helen asked.



"Yes!" Mark said.



"Going to take a lot of work?" Helen warned.



"I don't mind!" Mark said smiling.



"You've got to learn makeup, how to pose, walk, even bend. It's not going to be easy!" Helen said in a mock seriousness.



"I'll work at it!" Mark said trying not to smile.



"Lot's of practice, hours of it!" Helen noted.



"I can do that." Mark said.



"And I'm the boss still?" Helen said.



"That's OK as well?" Mark noted happily.



"Then let's go see if Shirley is here and get a few more pictures." Helen said kissing Mark lightly as she cupped his face. He kissed her back. Helen took his hand as they left the room.



"Well look at you!" Shirley said hanging a flowery background on the back drop. Obviously she knew this was coming Mark reasoned as he blushed crimson at Shirley's comment.



"Do you know how to curtsey?" Shirley said to Mark after motioning him over in front of the of new feminine background.



"No?" Mark said feeling suddenly very self conscious.



"Then that's your first lesson precious." Shirley said coming over to stand next to Mark. Shirley walked him through the position of his feet and how to gather his dress daintily in his finger tips.



Helen sat once more at the table as Rose came in with tea . She fixed Helen's cup then sat next to her.



"He really is very cute!" Rose said.



"Adorable." Helen added wishfully and noted: "He fell so fast my head is swimming."



"Reminds me of your father." Rose said.



"Dad turned that fast?" Helen asked with a little surprise in her voice.



"Fast?" Rose repeated with a slight laugh before adding: "Honey, he was in my nightgown on the first night of our honeymoon. I think that was the last time he wore men's underwear."



"Didn't know that?" Helen said smiling at her mother before turning to watch Mark twist to flair his dress. Shirley was so good at getting those sissy poses.



Shirley had Mark holding his arms out straight with his hands up slightly in a very girlish pose as she had him twist once more. Mark did and the skirts flared fully. Shirley was looking through her camera and said:



"That's it! Perfect honey! OK, Smile!"



Post Script



Mark woke Monday morning in his baby top and diapers. It was Rose fussing about the room that work him. She smiled, let the cribs side down, and as if she'd been doing this to him for years removed his night things. He was bathed, powdered, diapered and put into another dress before breakfast.



His first girl lessons started at breakfast with dainty bites and a lace napkin to dab with. He wore a pinafore to help with the kitchen then spent an hour just on sitting, bending and walking without losing the book on his head. There was another hour spent on exercise before he took up his first knitting needles. After lunch he started a new dress in a peach satin while learning to cut a pattern.



Helen was home early and Mark, as proudly as any little girl, served his first tea. They spent most of dinner sharing their day before Mark was led to Helen's bed room. Mark was exhausted when Helen kissed him good night before lifting the side of his crib. He nursed a bottle in the dark.



OK, smile! He mused to himself as he lay there.