My Wife's New Baby Girl by Sissy Kathy (1999)
part 1
I came home from work a little early on Friday. My wife was not home yet. I walked into our bedroom and found the changing pad on the floor with a fresh set of diapers and
plastic panties next to the pad. I was so happy to see this,
so I quickly took off my work clothes, layed down on the pad, and waited for my wife to arrive.
As I waited, I thought about how wonderful my wife was to participate with me in my diaper fetish. After 5 years of marriage, I finally told my wife last year about my love of wearing diapers. At first she was resistent to the idea
of putting me into diapers, but she gradually warmed up to it. Eventually, I gave her complete control over when I
can wear diapers. Now only she can decide when I will be diapered.
It had been about 3 weeks since my wife last put me into diapers. She normally does not go that long between my diaperings, so I was hoping today would be the day. I even avoided going to the bathroom at work after lunch. Now I was patiently waiting for my wife to arrive home and put me into my diapers.
After about 15 minutes, I heard the garage door open.
Soon my wife walked into our bedroom and saw me naked on the
changing pad. She smiled and said 'Is my baby ready for his
diapers?' I nodded and she knelt down in front of me and
pushed my legs apart. She prepared the cloth diapers and slid them under my bottom.
After sprinkling some baby powder
on me, she pulled the diapers up between my legs and pinned
them snuggly into place. Then she pulled the plastic panties
over my feet and up my legs. I again lifted my bottom as she pulled them into place. I love that special feeling when
fresh diapers and panties have just been put on me by my wife. I feel so safe and secure.
After everything was in place, she patted the front of my panties and told me to get up. As I stood up, she went over to my closet and got some clothes for me. She handed me jeans and a shirt. 'Put these on. We're going out to do some shopping.' she said. I was glad that she choose my loose fitting pair of jeans because they don't really show off my diapers. I like going out in public wearing my diapers, but I don't want other people to know about it. And today, my wife had made my diapers very thick, almost like when she puts overnight diapers on me before bedtime. So the loose fitting jeans were a must. Otherwise, everybody would know that I am in diapers.
As I got dressed, I asked my wife what we were looking for on this shopping trip. She was very vague with her response, saying that there were several things we needed.
The only thing I knew as we headed for the car was that at
some point during this shopping trip, I would be wetting my
diapers. The pressure on my bladder was getting stronger and
the inevitable would be happening soon. I guess it was good
that my wife had put extra thick diapers on me.
I got in the passenger seat of the car and my wife then
did something kind of strange. She buckled my seatbelt for
me. As she did this, she smiled and said 'There you go. My
sweet baby is all buckled in nice and tight.' My wife got in
the car and we drove off towards the mall. I couldn't help thinking that something strange was happening, but I had no
idea what it might be.
part 2
I sat quietly in the car as my wife drove towards the mall. My mind raced back and forth between curiosity about my wife's strange behavior and the mounting pressure within my bladder. We pulled into a parking lot of a small shopping center near the mall and parked in front of a store that sold western style clothing. We got out of the car and I followed my wife into the store. I had no idea what she would want to buy here.
I followed her towards the rear of the store and she started looking at items in the dancewear department. There were all kinds of tights, leotards, petticoats, and dance shoes. I was very puzzled, so I just quietly followed behind my wife as she browsed. She ended up looking at the dance shoes for a while. Then a saleslady came up to my wife and asked if she needed any help. My wife said 'Yes, do you carry these Mary Janes in ladies sizes?' The saleslady replied 'Yes we do. What size shoe do you wear?' My wife said 'Oh, these are not for me. They are for him.' as she turned and pointed to me. I could feel my face immediately turn red and my heart began to race. The saleslady bit her lip as she tried to keep from laughing. Then she smiled directly at me and said 'Have a seat right here and let me measure your foot.' I felt a lump in my throat as she slid off my shoe and sock and measured my foot. 'It looks like he will need a ladies size 9-1/2. I'm pretty sure we have that size in stock.' She told my wife that she would be right back and she went into the stock room.
As soon as the saleslady left, I looked at my wife with pleading eyes, but before I could utter a word, she smiled at me and said 'You had better behave while we buy your new shoes. You wouldn't want me to have to take down your pants and spank you right here in the store. Then everyone would see your diapers and I know how much you want to keep that a secret when you are diapered in public.' She smiled sweetly and spoke in a calm voice, but there was a certain stern tone to the way she said it. I just sat there and was keenly aware of the thick diapers and plastic panties that I had on under my jeans.
The saleslady returned with a box, opened it, and took out the pair of shoes. They were black patent leather and looked like little girl Mary Jane shoes, only in a size that would fit me. The saleslady said that this style was called 'Shag' and that if this did not fit me, they had another style called 'Emily' that was similar. As she knelt down in front of me, my wife reached into her purse and pulled something out. She handed it to the saleslady saying 'Here, he should put these on before trying on these lovely shoes.' I saw that it was a pair of white, filly ankle socks. And again they looked like they were a size that would fit my foot. The saleslady was clearly holding back her laughter as she took the ankle socks from my wife and started putting them on my feet. I could feel my face turn deep red again as the filly socks were put on my feet followed by the shiny Mary Jane shoes. I sat there staring at these little girl style socks and shoes on my feet when my wife jolted me out of my trance by grabbing my arm and making me stand up. 'Walk around dear and see if these fit you properly.' she said. I followed her order and slowly took small steps around the shoe display. I noticed several other people in the store looking at me and my heart just sank. As I sat back down in the chair, my wife asked 'Do these Mary Janes fit you OK, sweetheart?' I mumbled 'Yes, I think so.' , but my wife said 'Louder, Honey. I don't think the nice saleslady heard you.' I took a deep breath and clearly said 'Yes, they fit fine.'
My wife smiled and told the saleslady that we would take these. The saleslady reached to take the shoes off my feet, but my wife quickly stopped her, saying 'He will wear these home.' I was shocked by what I heard and was about to speak out in protest, but suddenly the pressure in my bladder took over and I felt a burst of warm wettness in my diapers. I caught my breath and focused enough to stop the flow of pee into my diapers. When I returned my attention to my other predicament, I realized that I had pressed both of my hands against my diapered crotch when my pee had escaped. I slowly moved my hands away from my crotch as my wife said 'I think we had better get going. We still have more shopping to do.'
The saleslady put my old socks and shoes into the shoebox and we followed her to the register. As we were walking, so many things were swirling around in my head. The sissy looking socks and shoes that were peaking out the cuffs of my jeans, the stares of other people in the store, and the small, warm, wet spot in my diapers. I felt so humiliated and I just wanted to get out of the store and back into our car.
As my wife was about to pay for my new shoes, she stopped and said 'Wait, just a minute. There is something else I need to get.' She walked back to the dancewear area and came back with a small package. 'He also needs a pair of these white tights.' she said as she handed them to the saleslady. I didn't care about this further humiliation at this point. I just wanted to get out of here.
My wife paid for everything and the saleslady thanked us as we turned to leave. My wife replied to the saleslady, 'Oh, I am sure we will be back.' I wanted to run out of the store, but my wife held my arm tightly as she casually walked towards the door. As we finally exited through the front door, I could hear the saleslady burst out laughing.
I was still in a state of shock and could not say a word. We got to our car and again my wife opened my door, helped me into my seat, and buckled my seatbelt. As she did this, she said 'You behaved very well even though there were a couple times when I thought I might have to spank you.' I just shrank into my seat as she said this to me. She got into the drivers seat and turned to me, saying 'I know that this might seem to be very difficult, but I know what is best for you. If you behave and obey me, I will make sure that you are very happy. However, if you don't do as I say, then I will punish you. Do you understand me?' I felt a couple of tears role down my check as I meekly nodded my head. I knew that I had to submit to her control.
Then her voice got very cheerful as she said 'That's my Sweetheart. Let's go do some more shopping.' She pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the mall. I now had a pretty good idea of what was going on and I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it. I just sat there wondering what was in store for me next on this shopping trip. The only fight I had left in me was to keep my diapers dry, so I just kept fighting that fight. But, somehow I knew
that I would lose that battle pretty soon.
part 3
I sat quietly as my wife drove towards the mall. She pulled in and parked in front of one of the large department stores. She got out of the car and came around and opened my door. She helped me out of the car and we started walking towards the entrance. I was still in a daze as my wife held my hand and led me into the store. Suddenly, I thought to myself 'What if someone I know sees me walking around wearing these sissy socks and Mary Janes?' I froze at the entrance to the store, but my wife gently pulled me in as she reminded me that I was to obey her. So, I followed her into the store with my head down, praying that no one would recognize me.
She led me upstairs to the girl's department and into an area where they sold plus sizes for bigger girls. It was almost Easter, so the store was filled with all kinds of brightly colored, frilly dresses. I was resigned to the fact that we would be buying one of these dresses for me. So, I decided to just be good and get this over with quickly, and then we could go home.
I watched as my wife browsed through the racks of dresses. She looked at several different ones and then pulled one out and held it up against me while she studied it. I knew my face was turning very red, but I stood there quietly. 'Do you like this pretty pink satin and lace Easter dress?' she asked. I replied quietly 'I think it is nice.' Just then, a young saleslady approached us and asked if she could help us. My wife was still holding the pink Easter dress against me as she said to the saleslady 'Yes, I think this dress should fit him, but is there a dressing room where he could try it on?' I felt my legs quivering as I heard what my wife said. The saleslady, who seemed to be about 20, looked very puzzled and said to my wife 'Let me check with my supervisor about that.' She turned and hurried off to the other side of the department. Immediately, I pleaded with my wife not to make me try on the dress. But she looked me straight in the eyes and calmly said 'We have to make sure your new dress fits properly. Now you behave or else you will get spanked right here.'
I wanted to run, but my bladder started sending me strong warning signals. I knew that any sudden movements could cause me to flood my diapers. I didn't want to have any accidental leaks here in the store. So, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. If I could make it back to the car, then I could go ahead and wet my diapers.
The young saleslady returned with her supervisor who was an older women who looked to be in her 50s. The supervisor looked at my wife holding the pink dress and then looked me up and down, taking a good long look at the socks and shoes on my feet. She smiled with kind of a sly grin and said to my wife 'I understand you would like him to try on this lovely dress.' My wife replied 'Yes. This is his first dress and we want to make sure it is the right size.' The supervisor told us to follow her and then told the young saleslady to see if there was an avaiable dressing room.
We followed the supervisor across the department floor and came to the dressing room entrance. The young saleslady came out from the dressing rooms and said 'The 2 rooms in the back corner are empty.' The supervisor showed us back to one of the empty dressing rooms and asked my wife 'Do you need any assistance in the dressing room?' My wife smiled and said 'No, I think we will be fine.' As my wife and I went into the dressing room, I heard the supervisor say 'Rebecca and I will be right outside if you need us.'
The dressing room door closed and I started to cry. My wife hugged me and said 'There, there sweetheart. It's going to be OK. I really know that deep down in your heart, this is what you want. I know that buying your first pair of Mary Janes and your first pretty dress can be embarrassing. But I love you and I know what is best for you. Now, stop your crying and lets see how your new dress fits.' She reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue. She wiped my nose and cheeks and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I stopped crying as her words continued to echo in my head. Somehow, what she said seemed to ring true, but it was so confusing. Still, I knew that I had to submit to her control. I began to take off my clothes so that I could try on my pretty, new dress.
part 4
After finally calming down, I started to take off my shirt and jeans. As I did this, my wife reached into her purse and took out the white tights she bought at the last store. She opened the package, took out the tights, and handed them to me, saying 'Take off your socks and shoes and put these tights on before you try on the dress.' I immediately obeyed her and sat down to take off my Mary Janes and ankle socks. My wife gathered up both legs off the tights and handed them to me. She showed me how to hold them, slide my right foot in, and then gently pull them up my leg. Then she told me to do the same with my other foot. As I pulled the tights further up my legs, I felt a wonderful tingle go thru my legs.
Then my wife helped me pull the tights up over my thick diapers and plastic panties. When the tights were in place, she told me to sit down and then she knelt down in front of me and put the frilly ankle socks back on my feet over the tights. She said that this was the common fashion for proper baby girls. Then she put my Mary Janes back on and told me to stand up.
I stood and watched as she turned to the dress that was hanging on the wall. It was made of shiney, pink satin with lots of white lace. The sleeves were very short and very puffy at the shoulders and there was a large bow that tied in the back. My wife carefully unbuttoned the back of the dress and took it off the hanger. I began to shiver as she placed the dress over my head. She helped me put my arms into the sleeves and then pulled the dress down into place. The shivers continued to run thru me as I looked up into the small mirror in the dressing room. There I was, wearing a pink, frilly Easter dress with white tights, lace ankle socks, and shiney, black Mary Jane shoes. And even though I could not see them, I was very aware of my thick diapers that were underneath the dress. The tights made my diapers feel extra snug and secure.
My wife buttoned the back of the dress, tied the bow, and fluffed out the skirt of the dress. As she stood back, she smiled and gushed 'Oh sweetheart, it fits you perfectly! You look soooooo aborable!' I could feel my face turn red again as she continued to fawn over me and my new dress. Suddenly, she opened the dressing room door and led me out into the corridor. She said, 'Let's take a look at you in the large triple mirror out here.' She brought me to the mirror and held my hand as I stepped up onto the riser. All I could see from all sides was pink satin, lace, and frills.
Just then, the two salesladies came up behind us and joined in with my wife in oohing and aahing over me in front of the triple mirror. Suddenly, a strong shiver raced up my spine. My hands immediately pressed the dress against my crotch. I turned and wispered to my wife 'I have to go to the bathroom NOW!' The older saleslady heard what I said and she told my wife that there was a restroom just across the floor from this department. My wife replied 'Thank you. That won't be necessary.' A puzzled look came across the faces of the two saleladies. Then my wife turned to me and said 'Lift up your dress, dear and show the nice ladies.' She looked straight into my eyes with a very stern look, so I did as she said. I slowly lifted the hem of the dress, exposing my thickly diapered bottom. The young saleslady gasped and blurted out 'Is he wearing diapers?' My wife smiled and replied 'Yes, he is. And you are about to see him put them to good use.' Another shiver went thru my body and, without thinking, my right hand pressed against my crotch. My wife scolded me by saying 'Stop that! It is very unlady-like to do that!' Then she slapped my hand away from my crotch. That did it. I felt the flood gates open as I spread my legs and squatted. The warm rush of pee gushed into my diapers. The loud hissing sound could be heard by everyone as I stood there helplessly wetting my diapers. I felt such relief as the warmth spread throughout my diapers. But as the pee finally stopped, I was overwhelmed by a sense of shame as I realized that my wife and the two salesladies were watching me, dressed like a little girl, as I wet my diapers.
The young saleslady stood there with her jaw dropped in amazement with what she just witnessed. The supervisor seemed to be unaffected by all of this and she asked my wife 'Do you need someplace to change his diaper?' My wife replied 'No thank you. He will be OK for now.' I looked down and saw that my diapers had not leaked, though they did feel very heavy and wet. 'We would like to buy this beatiful dress, though. No need to wrap it up. He will wear it home.' Somehow this did not shock me when my wife said this. It didn't matter at this point. I just wanted to go home and cry myself to sleep.
My wife took my hand and led my out of the dressing room area towards the cash register. I felt my warm, soggy diapers between my legs with every step I took. The white tights also sent tingles thru my legs. The squeaking of my new Mary Janes and the swishing of the satin dress echoed in my ears. All of these new and strangely wonderful sensations filled my head as my wife paid for the dress and thanked the salesladies for their help. She took my hand and I followed her as she led me back to the car. Even though I was completely unaware of what was going on around we, I am sure that there were lots of people staring at me. But, I didn't care about that. All of my focus was on these amazing feelings racing through my body.
We finally got back to the car and my wife again opened my door and buckled me into the seat. As I sat in the car, I could feel the wetness in my diapers ooze and goosh around, looking for a way out, but the diapers and plastic panties managed to contain all of it. My wife got in the car and said to me 'I know it was awfully embarrassing for you to wet your diapers in front of those nice ladies. But don't worry, honey. I'm not mad at you. In fact, I was very proud of you. You tried on your new dress like a good girl and you look so pretty in it. The salesladies thought so, too. And they understood if you had to wet your diapers.' I sniffed a couple of times, trying to hold back more tears. Then I meekly asked 'Are we going home now?' My wife cheerfully replied 'Oh no. Not just yet. We still have some more things to buy for you. But don't worry. I'll change your diaper as soon as I can.' With that she pulled out of the parking lot and drove off. I sat there quietly, looking down at my new pink dress, tights, and Mary Janes. I really wanted my wet diaper to be changed, but I also was a little excited about what pretty, new things we would buy next.