Breaking And Entering

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Breaking And Entering
Mary Beth Sanford
Betty06


Chapter
Who is that?

"Who is that," Debbie said as Matt came down the stairs.

The girls were both at their machines.  Clearly they'd finished the upstairs chores and had moved downstairs. Helen noted that a new workstation had been set up for Matt where they'd had the extension table and often played cards. It looked like it had been there for years.

On the shelf above, which had also been cleared were clear plastic boxes or laces and ribbons and the remnants she had asked them to gather. On his work table was her own portable sewing machine already set up and on the wall a large diagram of that machine with the various components named.

"Oh my God, I've got a little sister," Darla said coming down the stairs with the two dolls Matt was going to use as his models when he would start learning to sew. She hurried over and put the dolls on his workstation table next to the sewing machine and turned around to hug him. "You are so pretty!"

Matt hugged back smiling.

"You really are. Who did your hair like that," Debbie asked looking first at Matt then at her mother.

"It was a whim. We stopped at the beauty parlor at the mall right after breakfast. Never did shop for his boy clothes," Helen noted.

"Doesn't look like he's going to need any," Debbie said moving over to give him a hug as well."

"Thought we'd get some pictures of his... or rather your old dresses while his curls are still fresh. And we're thinking of doing this contest so we're going to need to chose which dress if we decide on one of ours. If we decide on a new dress the lady at the beauty parlor said she'll pay half as his sponsor.  She's also volunteer to do his nails, face and a new perm."

"I didn't say I'd do it. I said I'd rather do it dressed as a girl than as a boy," Matt said.

"I know," Helen said. "Anyway, let's get pictures of those dresses and before I forget, you girls did a phenomenal job down here. Thank you. I wasn't quite sure where to put his workstation so your choice is wonderful."

"I brought his dolls down mama," Darla said.

"I saw that honey, thank you," Helen noted. "We'll start on the baby first so he can start on her diapers. Meanwhile Matt let's you and I go start on your diapers and get you into your first dress. Debbie, you want to set up the backdrop and camera."

"Got it mama." Debbie said walking over to the wall where they shot their EBay photos for their product listings. They had several backdrop rolls that they could pull down behind product that they hung in front. In this case she tugged a blended set of pastel backdrops down.

"Did you see him," Darla said sitting the large companion doll down in a child's chair next to Matt's table leg before she fixed the baby doll against the wall on his workstation. "He looks just like a little girl."

"He really does," Debbie said feeling the tingle in her stomach. Darla wanted badly to turn Matt into one of her dolls while Debbie was desperate to play in the dolly's diaper or panties and it looked like the dolly was wearing panties.

"I know that look Debbie," Darla said.

"We're eighteen," Debbie noted.

"He's practically our sister," Darla added. "Besides, he's like one of my dolls."

"It's okay honey, you can play dolly with him, and I'll play with him."


Chapter
Diapers and Dresses

"Let's see? Get one of the diapers, a pair of baby pants and the white nylon with pink ruffles and I'll get your slip and dress. We'll start with the pastels so you can stay with the pink ruffles for... let's see the white, lavender and pink of course, so that's three of the little girl dresses. Then we can switch to just the white nylon over the plastic without the ruffles for the others.

"So just the three with the pink ruffles," Matt said laying the diaper and a soaker on the bed with the plastic panties and ruffled cover down.  He felt himself growing excited which made his face blush crimson.

"You okay," Helen said noting the deep rosy blush until she realized why. "Why are you turning so red? Oh, never mind, I get it."

"This is so embarrassing," Matt said.

"Tell you what, I'm going to leave the room for a few minutes that will give you time to yourself. What I would like to suggest is that you leave you panties on, take the pad out, pin your diaper and soaker on, put your baby pants on and then your ruffled panties.  When you have your ruffled panties on call me back into the room. Okay?"

"What good would that do," Matt asked till it suddenly dawned on him what Helen was trying to allow him to do. "Oh, I see. Okay, I'll call you."

"So I'll wear the nylon fancy pants without the ruffles for the pastel blue, and the peach, yellow and green. And I'm wearing the pink ruffles for the pastel blue as well as the ones with just the white ruffles around the legs."

"That's right and I'll be right back," Helen said stepping out of the room as Matt started to lift his dress off.  Helen stopped at the door turning.  "Don't forget, no bra honey, you're a little girl."

"No bra. Got it."

Helen closed the door and the dress, slip and bra went on the far side of the bed. Matt removed the pad from the panties he wore and tossed it in the bathroom. He returned and fixed the diapers with the soaker on top of the larger diaper before folding the larger the way Helen had.

He opened two diaper white tipped pins and laid over the thick mass before bringing the front diapers up as he laid back. As soon as the diaper tugged at his panties between his legs he closed his eyes and began to imagine all those pageant dresses he'd been standing in the middle of.

He could see all of those little girls, already in their dresses, all with their hair done with satin bows. They were looking down at him sitting there in the aisle waiting for him to finish his diapering so he could be put into his own bouffant slip and pageant dress. He was one of them now someone said holding up a slip.  Matt laid a hand on top of the diapers now laying over his panties and when it moved he lost it.

All the girls began to giggle. The one holding the slip began walking towards him. He just laid there for a moment till all the emotions flowed past.

"Helen, I'm in the ruffles," Matt said standing next to the bed as he tugged the ruffled diapered cover in place.

"Those are so cute on you," Helen said lifting the bouffant slip up high enough to guide it over his head. Matt could have sworn he heard little girls giggling in his head when the slip came down around him.

He wore the white dress with a large white bow that was a delightful match to the large bow Helen tied the sash into before he sat on the bed for his chiffon socks and black patent Mary Jane shoes.  He truly was cute and even if he wasn't he felt cute he mused as Helen made him stand in front of the mirror a moment to fix his hair.

She left and came back with a new tube of light pink lipstick.

"I never use this color," she said.

"I thought I didn't need makeup?"

"Who said you needed makeup. A girl doesn't wear makeup because she needs makeup honey, now purse your lips for mommy!"

Matt pursed his lips, waited patiently to get them colored as Helen glided the pink wax over them and the blotted the way she instructed.

"You said girl," Matt said.

"I like thinking of you as a girl honey.  There are no sissies in my house, just girls. Now come on and let's go take pictures of this one.  We've got six more to take."

Matt smiled turning from the room but it grew into a grin when he hit the steps.

"Oh my God!" Debbie said turning around as she heard the heel of Matt's Mary Jane shoes hit the concert floor. "Now that's what I'm talking about."

The dress Helen had chosen first was pure white with silk over satin. It had been Debbie's worn just before her seventh birthday for a part. It had been designed from material salvaged from a vintage wedding dress.  There was so much material that there were actually two skirts with the second used under the silk petticoats. Another layer of silk had been designed to float on top of the dress as an overskirt. 

A little bit of the sheer silk was kept and used as a second layer over the bodice. That silk was also used for the puffed sleeves and banded by a very pretty half inch wide white satin ribbon.  Every edge was trimmed in an exquisite Italian lace under more of that white satin ribbon.  Matt felt like the dress was poured over him when he was put into it. More so when Debbie cried out the way she did.

"Over here honey," Helen said

Matt hadn't noticed the backdrop before but then again he hadn't explored their working spaces much.  Between two pillars of plywood with added photo lights was a roll up device. It looked like a sheet hanging on two poles painted with cute pink flowers cascading down either side that faded towards the center.

In front of the sheet were two white ornate bird changes, both filled with the same colored pink flowers.  One cage, this one with a rounded top and about two foot tall, the other about a foot high. They were set up to be in front if Matt was standing there to be photographed.  Of to the side were two stools of different heights.  Debbie brought the shortest of the two over as Helen went to the camera.

"Sit honey with so your knees are together feet back and slightly off to the side. Hands folded in your lap. I want you sitting so you're turned just a little sideways but looking at the camera.  Just a little more. That's it.  Now smile and hold that."

There was a flash, another and another.

"Perfect. Okay, now put your index finger on your cheek like this," Helen said showing Matt how to pose like a girl might be pondering and thinking of something.  Matt did and there were another series of flashes.  "Perfect precious."

There were more poses with him exploring the lacy hem of his dress curiously. More without the stool this time and as if he had been walking and paused.  Each time there were flashes. Those flashes coming from a puffed kind of umbrella on a stand just behind Helen Matt noticed. It took about twenty minutes.

"Here, let's take that one off and have Debbie go get the lavender and pink dresses," Helen said as she undid the sash and unbuttoned the dress at the back. She carefully slipped Matt's arms out of the puffy sleeves and then she and Debbie guided the dress over Matt's curled hair.

"Do want the bows mama?"

"You know what? That would be a good idea honey. Bring the bag down with you," Helen said as Debbie took up the white dress.

"Here, while she does that let's get a couple of you in your slip," Helen said.

Matt started to pose as before but she had him put both hands to his mouth and turn his toes in slightly.  It was very girlish.  She called it 'the surprised little boy caught in his sister slip look' and he smiled.  That's when the flash went off. He put his hands out over his skirt without touching it in another very prissy position, then more flashes. 

Those displays were followed with what Helen called cute curtsey like poses, some front, some a little sideways. By then Debbie had come back down holding the lavender dress in one hand and pink in the other. All of it was delighting everyone including Matt.  In the far corner where they printed and cut appliqués they began making prints again. Matt's album doubled, but this time the images looked very much like a girl and not a boy because of his hair.

Chapter
Arial The Sponsor

"Hello? You guys down there," Arial yelled from the head of the stairs.

"We're down here," Helen yelled back. "What brings you here? Never mind that! Now that you're here, help me take pictures of my little pageant princess.".

"Oh my God, are you still torturing him? Good heavens, he's adorable? Is this the same young man you talked about on the phone," Arial asked coming over to where they were posing Matt.

"He's not being tortured Arial. He accepted my offer. We're updating his portfolio actually," Helen said.

Matt had posed in the white, lavender, pink and pastel blue dresses with the pink ruffled panties before changing into the lacy legged panties for the peach, yellow and green dress. He was standing there in the green of course

"This is so embarrassing," Matt said.

"I love that dress," Arial said.

"I know, me too. I was experimenting with ruffles back then and just learning to sew with Organza and literally got carried away. It was also just a little too short so Darla could never wear it without ruffles or lacy panties.  That was also the year they introduced the crystal sheen organdy.  I went so overboard with that dress. Lined the bodice in nylon, more nylon for the self slip and that lace insertion cost me a fortune.  I couldn't afford to make a dress like that now.  Just the lace for the puffy sleeves would be too much."

"You need posses more age appropriate," Arial noted.

"And this coming from the child photographer expert," Helen noted.

"Where I worked at that studio? Remember. They gave us classes. Okay, I'm not an expert, but they did give us the basics," Arial said. "Just trying to help. God he's so damn cute."

"Okay, I'll bite, like what," Helen asked.

"Well, turn the face so you don't angle the nose too much. Too much angle makes the nose longer more dominate.  Turn her, sorry, his body slightly at an angle as well to make him thinner and the bell of his dress wider looking, more girlish. You should show more of his curls as well. Adorable. He should cross his Mary Jane shoes or move them so they are not exactly together. He really us too cute for words."

"So what brings you by?"

"I was going to have tea," Arial said moving closer to Matt. She took his shoulders and turned him slightly. "And don't shoot from below his face. Shoot from above. Makes his face a little thinner. Gosh, he really does make a cute girl. So what's next with this little cutie pie?"

"His first pageant," Helen said. "Actually not really a pageant, it's more of a Shirley Temple Look-A-Like. I was going to go register him today."

"Oh, mind if I tag along," Arial asked. "I think I want to become a sponsor myself."

"Not at all." Helen said. "And thank you."

"What a second? I don't remember saying I'd do this? Besides, don't I get a say in this?"

"Of course silly," Helen said. "I'm not going to get the dress without you. Debbie honey, help him out of that dress and into something more suitable for work.  Then if you would, give him a little overview of his sewing machine and let him practice filling bobbins and joining fabrics. I shouldn't be gone more than an hour."

[krystalasbaby2017]

some say.  She left to register him and left him to his sewing lessons lol

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Breaking And Entering
Mary Beth Sanford
Betty07


Chapter
Lickety Split

"Okay, ready for your first lessons," Debbie asked moving a chair next to Matt's chair.

"Do you want me to change my dress first?"

"No, I want to be able to caress all of this cuteness. Oh, and if you get too wet just let me know, and I'll change you?"

"Actually, I'm not wetting the diaper," Matt said.

"Maybe you didn't hear me," Debbie said as Matt sat in the chair in front of the portable sewing machine. His petticoats and skirt sat almost level with the surface of the desk and didn't go far enough to reach his knees. 

It was something he didn't notice which Debbie did. She leaned closer and laid her hand on his leg, but immediately slid it over so it rested on the inside of his thigh. "What I meant to say is if you get too wet I can take you up to your room and get you ready for another fresh diaper in no time."

"Really," Matt said as he suddenly understood.

"Lickety-split honey," Debbie said. As in Lick-e-ty-split"

"I think I'm wet enough now," Matt said.

"Darla, we'll be right back. I'm going to change Matt into a work dress," Debbie said taking Matt's hand.

"Okay," Darla said from her own sewing machine. She was sewing on something and didn't even look up.

Debbie walked Matt for his bedroom and as soon as they entered she turned him to unbutton his dress.  The mint green confection rustled in his ears as she lifted it gently over his head and past his tight Shirley Temple curls. Debbie's breathing had quickened.

"Are you okay," Matt asked.

"No," Debbie whispered as she draped the dress over the chair at his desk. She wasn't wasting time with small talk as she quickly opened the package of wipes while pushing Matt towards the bed. "Lay back honey."

Debbie maneuvered his changing pad so it was between his baby pants and petticoats before she folded the front part of his petticoats back over his chest. She gathered everything so all the top layers were folded back just to his chin which she had him hold with both hands. Debbie had exposed his baby pants that she took a moment to finger.

"Is that you," Matt asked. "Because that tickles."

"Sorry about that," Debbie said sliding a finger further in between the lacy edge of his baby pants and diaper and thigh. She intended for that finger not to tickle him and succeeded because his complaint turned into a soft moan. She rested a finger against him feeling the warmth and firmness while her other hand went under her own dress.

"I can do that," Matt said watching what she was doing.

"Oh, that would be wonderful," Debbie whispered as he did so.  "Oh yes Matt."

They played with each other for a few more minutes till Debbie broke it off to remove Matt's diaper. He hated stopping but was glad the sodden diaper and wet panties were coming off.  Exposed to the coldness and not sure what was happening he jumped instantly when he felt her hand wrap itself around him.

"It's a wipe precious. Sorry it's not a little warmer," Debbie said using another to clean him between his legs. He was stricken silent with pleasure but had kept up wiggling his finger just at her threshold. She too was getting soaked.

When her eyes met his she was grinning as she lowered her head below his slips and skirt. At first Matt was too slow to understood till he felt her kiss him. He jerked spasmodically but held himself in check as he felt himself suddenly pulled wetly by her force of vacuum till he wanted to scream. She drew him into ecstasy then released.

Matt aggressively pleasured and fondled her in and around her panties as she drew him up and down slowly, methodically till he couldn't help himself and arched his back and held it. He penetrated her and stopped inside allowing the warm wetness to flow around his fingers till she shuddered. There was intense movement by both of them and then just as suddenly they stopped and collapsed.

"Oh my precious sweet little boy girl," Debbie whispered drawing him up one last time even though he was completely and totally flaccid. "That was wonderful."

"It was," Matt said as she moved to find herself between his legs. He was being put into a fresh diaper without a soaker. She pinned it closed and over it she added soft nearly opaque plastic panties in a pastel pink.  She had him stand then and went to the closet for what she called a "working dress".

Debbie's idea of a working dress was a cute brushed polyester dress that buttoned at the back with caplet sleeves that fit him nearly as well as the ones he'd been photographed in. It was in mixture of white and soft polyester pastel oranges with a self belt that she tied into a bow. Debbie added a crisp white pinafore also from his closet before they walked back down to the basement. They sat as if nothing at all had happened, but both were grinning.


Chapter
The Machine

"Okay, here is a regular sewing needle and there on the machine is the one that it uses. The difference is that the one you use to sew by hand has the thread at the top while the machine has the thread at the bottom.  That's just so the machine can hold the needle and still get the thread into the fabric," Debbie said as she turned the balance wheel that made the needle go up and down.

"But how does it sew?"

"Here, watch. There is another thread below that gets picked up when the needle goes through the material. See that, that silver plate thing where the needle is going in?  That's the plate, under it is a spool of thread called a bobbin. When the needle is going up and down that bobbin is turning and letting out thread and it's looping around the other before the needle goes up.  When the needle goes up it pulls the bottom thread from the bobbin with it."

"Oh,"

"If you put two pieces of material together and lower this foot which holds and moves the material as you sew, it lets the machine push and pull the needle up and down into and out of the material. Watch," Debbie said as she fed two pieces of scarp through by hand while turning the balance wheel that caused the needle to go up and down. Slowly the needle went down, in, then up bringing another thread with it. while the two pieces of material moved a little.

"Hey, that's pretty cool."

"Now I'll do it with the motor," Debbie said moving her foot to the foot pedal. She pressed the pedal and the machine speed the fabric through the operation much faster than it had by hand.

"Damn.  I mean darn,"

"You own a dollar to the jar," Darla yelled.

"Thank you Darla, I know," Matt said.

"Here, you try it," Debbie said moving so Matt could sit where she had been. "First do it by hand using just the balance wheel again.  Then use the foot pedal. Don't forget to guild the fabric so both pieces goes straight in."

Matt did and after a bit of trial and error discovered he could join two pieces of scrap together. Debbie let him do that to several pieces sewing them straight. She then had him go to the end and rotate it 90 degrees so he made a box pattern.

"That's like a pillow case or skirt," Debbie said. "Now pull it inside out. See! With the seams inside how pretty it looks.  That can be a skirt for your dolly. Go on and practice joining scraps together and then we'll fill your bobbins or spools of threads."

"Okay," Matt said as he grabbed two more pieces of material to join them.

Debbie watched for about ten minutes then grabbed a piece of elastic and showed him how to attach elastic with a zigzag stitch that she set with the control knob.  Matt made a skirt with an elastic waist for the baby doll. Then he hemmed it at the other end.  Debbie had him iron that skirt then make several more and iron those before he went back to sewing fabric together.


"So, ready to understand what you've learned," Debbie asked.

"Sure," Matt answered.

"Well okay then," Debbie said. "Fix your chair so you're facing me."

Matt did.

"Now then little girl pick up your skirt and let's see how these pieces of fabric are sewn together."

Matt picked up the edge of his skirt and discovered that it was in four pieces, wedges he discovered.  Debbie called them gores which was nothing more than a piece of cloth that tapered so that in narrowed she said which was perfect for making puffy skirts and petticoats.  Matt's skirt was four gores.  Matt's slip was four also but his pinafore was six.

She made him pick up the slips and skirt and hold those enough so he could pull out the waist band of his baby pants.  It was just enough so he could see the elastic of his panties. She also made him look at the waist elastic of his leg opening She teased a little by sliding a finger around the leg but it went in all the way so she was wiggling it. She pushed a finger into his diaper from the top and did the same.

"See how much you can pull the baby pants out," Debbie said pulling his baby pants with one hand while sneaking her hand into his diaper with the other.

"I think so," Matt said trying not to close his eyes.  He was hard as a rock again.

"Hey everyone," Helen called from the top of the stairs.

"Damn," Debbie whispered.

"You owe a dollar," Matt whispered.

"I'll get it back later," Debbie said pulling her hand back from Matt's diaper.


Chapter
Registration And A New Dress

"Where did you get that dress mama," Darla asked as Helen came down the stairs.

Helen was holding a new dress and slip under a soft clear plastic dress cover. It was white with a pattern of red polka dots covering it. It had huge puffy sleeves and wide banded red ribbons.  Behind her was Arial with a shopping bag.

"Stand Up And Cheer! Mama," Darla yelled. I've got a doll with that same exact dress on it."

"That's right baby, our Little Bright Eyes gets to wear the same dress as the original Little Bright Eyes did back in 1934. I loved this dress Shirley Temple wore in that movie. It's so iconic. Wait till you see the panties. You could get different kinds! We got the lace trimmed bloomers.  We also wrist and matching hair bow in the same ribbon that goes around the waist," Helen said.

"Did you buy," Debbie asked.

"We did. Cost a fortune, but Glenda, that's the hairdresser, plus  Arial and I all pitched in. In fact, we went all out, Go everything, including the shoes, socks and the slip that goes with this one and he's registered for the contest."

"Wait a second? You said you wouldn't get the dress without me! I remember distinctly you saying those exact words. What happened," Matt asked. Besides, I've never said I'd even do this?"

"Of course you'll do this if for no other reason than to wear these things!  I mean look at this dress honey? What boy wouldn't want to wear this dress," Helen asked.

"Like practically every boy on the planet," Matt said smiling. He couldn't help it. He wanted desperately to be in that outfit.

"And as far as that promise of not getting the dress without you?  That couldn't be helped. This was the last size 6/7 the woman had and there was another mother right behind me with her daughter. If I hadn't gotten this one she would have. I just couldn't take the chance.  Now then, want to see how it fits?"

"Yes," Matt said blushing beet red.

"Oh, and on the day of the contest we go to Glenda's salon that morning to get your nails, face and hair done. She's going to let you dress there."

"It's halfway down the mall from where the contest is taking place," Matt said.

"I know, so you'll have to do a stage walk the entire way to the envy of every little girl and I'll bet a least a half dozen little boys till you get there.  Now come on and go try on your pretty little outfit. Do you need to be changed," Helen asked.

Matt turned and looked at Debbie and she smiled.

"I had just changed him before I started his sewing lesson's mom," Debbie said trying to fight back her snickers.


Chapter
Little Bright Eyes

"Here, we can leave those baby pants on," Helen said after helping Martin out of his dress and slip. He was down to his pink baby pants and pin on diaper. Debbie hadn't replaced his soaker but he hadn't wet yet as Helen picked up the satiny Bloomers that went with the Bright Eye outfit.

Matt stepped into the panties noting that the elastic didn't show in the bubble style long legs that he was stepping into. The legs gathered with elastic around the opening as well and gripped his legs and puckered as Helen pulled them up past his knees. They shimmered like his dress did.

"Are these satin?"

"Polyester satin honey. It's kind of a combination of both fabrics. Once you start sewing more of the exotic, glossier fabrics like satin you'll find the ones mixed with polyester a little more durable. The thing is I like it for the luster and how it makes skirts and slips flow and move. See, feel the bloomers and how silky they are over the baby pants.  I love that combination of silky and shiny. Very rich feeling."

"It is."

"Hold your arms up precious," Helen said as she pulled the plastic off the slip. It was all so wonderfully noisy as Helen gathered the petticoats to guide them over Matt's curls. The crisp newness of the layers cascaded straight down to only just cover his red polka doted bloomers. Matt could see the satin red ribbon bands around the bloomers as the slips settled over him. They were just at the edge of the lace. 

Matt lowered his arms into the massive soft bell of sheer and the petticoats folded over them. His arms disappeared up to his elbow within the layers of slip. He'd begun soiling his diaper a tiny bit when he'd seen the dress down in the basement. It was getting a bit wetter as his hands caressed the layer of taffeta.

"Oh, oh, I know that look! Are we going to need our diaper changed?"

"No, I'm good. So far."

"Will you make if for the dress and shoes?"

"I think so," Matt said. Not sure by the time you get the bow clipped into my hair?"

"Plenty more diapers where that one came from."

"Thank the stars," Matt said snickering as he lifted his arms for the dress.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Breaking And Entering
Mary Beth Sanford
Betty08


Chapter
Shirley Temple Look-A-Like

"All right honey, just like we did at home that day you first tried it on," Helen said when Glenda pulled the taffeta bib free. His hair was done in tight curls not too unlike they had been before with the exception that this time it was a real perm. So too his nails for the first time.  Bright gloss red to match his dress and bows and another first now that he was in makeup.

"I can hardly walk," Matt whispered to Helen as he made his way to the back. 

"Are we forgetting that day we tried these things on," Helen asked.

"It was the first time," Matt said. "That wasn't my fault."

"You were soaked and it wasn't from wetting," Helen whispered back in a sarcastic snicker.  "If I remember correctly you were in the middle of your little boy episode while the dress was coming down over your head."

"I don't remember that," Matt said.

"Want me to have the girls describe that little moan you made when I fluffed your skirts and slips. My heavens, you're eyes were still closed," Helen said.

"Okay, I do remember that part," Matt said as he walked. Helen bent and patted his padded bottom as he walked past. "So maybe the double diaper is better?"

He walked back beyond the beads that separated the break room from the salon that now served as his dressing room where Darla and Debbie waited nervously with Arial. His attendants they said as they began moving in to dress him.  The only thing he didn't have to change was his double diaper and soft plastic snap on baby pants although Helen had made it so he could have if need be.

She called it his pageant diaper when she showed it to him.  A step in diaper with a soaker pad sewn into it that Darla had sewn for him.  Darla said it was her new dolly diaper for Matt when she showed it to her mother. It was a custom fitted diaper with four layers of Birdseye cotton. There was two layers that was sandwiching a cushiony layer of soft crushable baby batting then another two layers of Birdseye cotton that made it almost a half inch thick.

Inside of all those layers was a four layer soaker pad covered by a satin like slip on pillow case. All of it fitted sweetly between Matt's legs. When Darla snapped it closed she called it Matt's waddle diaper and Matt understood why when he brought his legs together for his baby pants. It wasn't so much that it was thick as much as it was sensuously silky. It made it almost impossible to walk in.

He had completely underestimated Darla in those few days after trying on his Shirley Temple dress because that was where his focus had been. He was so delighted in his new dress he didn't pay much attention to what Darla was doing only to discover she was getting things ready for her new dolly.  As it turns out Darla enjoyed her boys as dolls while Debbie enjoyed playing with them more.  Darla like being a mommy Debbie said.

"She likes to hide boys in their diapers. The thicker the better. When she puts her hand on your diaper she doesn't want to feel anything but your diapers," Debbie said when Matt had asked about why Darla's made the diapers so huge. 

When Matt asked about the other boys both girls remained quiet and said they'd both dated other boys before Matt. Both in their own way but without too much detail. When Matt asked what they meant by dating it wasn't what Matt thought. Darla's idea of dating a boy was dressing him like a baby and her idea of sex turned out to be mostly vibrators while they nurse baby bottles. With Debbie she liked the boys nursing but without the bottles.

Meanwhile Matt's first notion of all this came when Darla presented Matt with that first "Waddle Diaper" which both Helen and Debbie seemed to expect from Darla when Matt was snapped into it for the first time. It was also the first time he'd been given a baby's bottle of Juice and that too was something they expected from Darla.

Matt hadn't seen the baby bottle when he laid over the new diaper for Darla and his eyes were closed when the inside satin of the diaper touched him. He was savoring that sensation when the wetness of the juice touched his lips. That brought him aware of the baby bottle or as Darla put it his "Dolly Drink". Not wishing to upset her he accepted it and held it on his own which required him to also nurse it since the nip-ple of the bottle leaked into his mouth the instant it was tipped.

He might have objected, perhaps he should have but it was too many pleasures to pick on just the one so he nurse as she diapered him. Besides, the fullness of the new diaper more than offset the strangeness of the baby bottle. Adding snap on baby pants to a snap on diaper was convenient she said and there was now one of four lined in a soft pastel pink nylon that were folded neatly in his diaper bag. 

The one lone white one was for his Shirley Temple dress and he wore that one on the morning they drove to the mall. He wore that one under his play dress and sweater with his Shirley Temple dress and slip in a dress bag. His white strap shoes and ruffled socks were in a bag and extra diapers in the diaper bag that Darla carried. She was in charge of changing Matt should he need it.

It was like a group meeting when they arrived at the beauty parlor but Glenda was expecting them and had already reserved the far chair.  Matt was ushered into it and covered in the bright pink taffeta bib the shop used for the girls and ladies that came in to do their hair. Glenda's first task was a shampoo and that was done before the set and perm. 

The curlers Glenda used were very small as a lady named Minnow started working on Matt's cuticles and nails.  Another lady, Sally, soaked Matt's feet, complements of Glenda as well. Nothing was too good for her little girl she said who's picture, win or lose, was going in her window at the end of the day.

Tight blond curls and very bright red finger nails matched cute bright red toes when the girls excitedly began slipping Matt's ruffled socks over them.  He used Darla's shoulder to balance himself as he stepped into the white bloomers with the red polka dots.  Both sister's did the full slip and then Helen and Arial did the famous dress as if preparing a bride for her wedding while they let Glenda do the honors with the large bow.

Matt did a kind of heel to toe step in his white strap shoes but it was more to get his thighs to slide along his bloomers than to look at his shoes although he liked that too. Glenda had an old mirror she leaned against a char that served, and it delighted Matt just to look at the adorable little girl looking back.

"You ready," Helen asked. "My little Shirley Temple look-a-like?"

"No," Matt answered.

"Walk between us," Darla said.

"That's an excellent idea," Debbie noted.

"It is a good idea," Arial added.

Matt got between his too surrogate sisters, took a hand from each as they made their way to the front of the salon.


Chapter
Contestants

Like most malls on any given day this one was filled with several kinds of people. Some out casually, not there to actually shop. Others intent on one thing or another and some strictly for the entertainment.  The ones with purpose might take a moment and look at something that is going one while the those there for the entertainment would linger.

When Matt came out of the salon those with purpose did take a moment to look at him and smile. Other, with more time, lingered to watch him bringing a blush that only made him cuter looking. A couple even followed them.

Seeing a group of adorable little girls dressed as Shirley Temple caused the curious to linger. There were others lining up that had joined because they were family or friends of those little girls. Then there were the watchful little girls envious of those who got to play dress up. Finally there were those one or two boys in the crowed that tried desperately not to show it but would give anything to be one of those little girls. That was what Matt was walking towards when he turned right as he came out of the salon.

"Look at that!"

"Look at what," Debbie asked when Matt posed the question.

"All those little girls. I mean all those little girls and just one boy! Me," Matt said.

"How do you know that," Darla asked. "From what I'm seeing at least three of them are boys."

"What are you talking about," Matt asked.

"Look at them. I mean really look at them," Darla said. "I'm telling you right now there are at least three of those so called little girls are actually little boys only dressed as little girls."

"Which ones," Matt said looking intently at the group of Shirley Temple girls as they approached.  They all looked liked little girls. If there was a boy among them he could not tell. Then again if there was and Darla could tell were there others like Darla that could tell he was a boy?

"Well first of all do you see that little boy standing next to the large woman holding his hand? The woman wearing the yellow and white shift," Darla noted.

"I see her," Matt said.

"See the way she's holding his hand. His hand is balled up and she's got a grip on it. They're not so much holding hands as it is she's forcing him to stand there," Darla said.

"That doesn't make her or him a boy," Matt said.

"Oh, that's a boy for sure, and count four over to the right, and that's another one. You can definitely see his boy parts under his panties. I mean hello! Whoever dressed him didn't even try to hide him."

"I'm not seeing it," Matt said.

"That's because you don't want to see it.  What about that boy with the Adams apple near the doors. Girls don't have Adams apples. Ever!

"Okay, now that one could be a boy," Matt said looking at the large kid towering over the rest.

He did look like a boy dressed as a girl but it also looked like his mother, if that was his mother, had the foresight to diaper him at least. The other one that Darla pointed out now with the obvious bulge did look like she might be a he under those panties.

"I'll be damned," Matt said.

"You owe a dollar," Debbie said.

"Do you think you're the only boy in America being introduced to these things," Darla asked.

"Honestly, I guess I did," Matt said.

"Too many cute boys like you, and two many in-charge sisters like me," Darla said laughing as they reached the table.

"Like us," Debbie added.

"Sorry, you're right, I meant like us," Darla amended. 

Helen stepped up, gave them her name and produced the paper she got when she signed Matt up for the contest.  There was a woman already separating the little and not so little girls to the right of the stage as the woman sitting behind the table where Helen stood gave Helen a small pink strip of paper with three numbers on it. It went to O47.

"It looked like a lot more girls then there is," Helen said coming over to pin the number on Matt's dress right at the very edge of his hem.

There were five judges sitting behind a long table, each with clipboards. They had been seated as the woman organizing the little girls or boys as girls lined him up by their numbers.

"Remember what we practiced," Debbie said pulling Matt's arms out a little.

Matt bent his wrist slightly keeping his arms the same angle as his skirt. He forced his arms to bend a little at the elbows so they appeared to look more girlish with his hands looking a little more feminine.

"Where did you leaned to do that," Helen asked smiling at the pose.

"Debbie," Matt said blushing. "We've been practicing."

Matt didn't tell Helen all of it but after everyone had gone to bed Debbie had come into Matt's room and sat on Matt's bed, put him into his full slip and every time he did his practice moves they way she wanted he was rewarded with a little fondling. It got so he'd do a perfect curtsey, or master a cute girlish walk then step quickly over to Debbie for her few minutes reward.

"First five contestants please," the announcer said over the speaker.  Nine groups went on stage with Matt in the last group of seven. As it happens he was standing next to the tall boy or girl with the Adams apple. Ironically, Matt heard the child's mother issue a warning to do as she had taught.

"I'm warning you, you're a girl, act like it," the woman had whispered as the boy/girl walked up the steps ahead of Matt.

Each group went up and stood about two feet apart, turned to the right, then with their back to the judges, then to the right again, then right once more so they were facing the judges.  Like the other groups they were walked off single file.

There was a new list produced and ten contestants left with a ten minute break to allow for the contestants that didn't make it time to leave. Several were crying.  Matt wasn't sure if he was happy or not when he made the top ten winners, but Helen, Arial, Glenda and the girls clearly were.

Of those ten it came down to Matt, Brenda and a girl named Susan.  There was another ten minute break. After the break Susan was announced the third runner up which blew Matt away making the contest between him and Brenda. In the end he was announced the second runner up making Brenda the clear winner.

Matt was speechless standing next to Susan there holding a small bundle of red roses wearing a white satin sash that announced his title as second runner up. He had a certificate.  He was looking at Helen and the others when he felt his stomach flip.

Just behind and left of Helen, Arial, Glenda and the girls was Rose Bickford, his old Foster Mom and next to her Janet Manfred, his Foster Sister. It was also very clear by the looks on their faces that they recognized him. If that wasn't obvious as soon Matt's eyes made contact with Janet she gave him a little wink and raised her hand to give him a shirt little wave.

"Jesus," Matt whispered.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Breaking And Entering
Mary Beth Sanford
Betty09


Chapter
Matt and Matilda

"Hey, honey? What's wrong? Are you alright," Helen asked as Matt's face suddenly blanched. She had seen that same look only once before and it was on that night when he broke in. It was when she pulled the diaper out of the box intending for him to wear it. "What is it?"

"Those two coming this way? That woman and girl? The woman is Rose Bickford, my foster mom. I mean she was, and that girl with her is Janet!  Janet Manfred, one of my foster sister's when I was still in foster care," Matt said. "And it's pretty obvious they've recognized me."

"Honey, that's impossible," Helen said. "Seriously, if I didn't know you I wouldn't know it was you under that makeup and those curls."

"It's not my first time Helen," Matt said not looking at her.

"What?"

"Long story but I think it's about to come out anyway," Matt said whispering. "I'm sorry."

"Hello Matilda, the girl said leading the woman by a foot or so as they reached Matt and Helen.

"What are you guys doing in this neck of the woods," Matt said not trying to deny who he was. He knew he was caught dead to rights and there was no way around it.

"Dangles had a sale on earrings and while we were here we heard about the Shirley Temple Look-A-Like Contest and thought we'd check it out and you could have knocked me over with a father when I saw you on that stage," Janet said.  "So you're still stealing girl's clothes I see."

"I didn't steal anything," Matt said defensively.

"He's modeling these things for me," Helen said taking a step to stand between Rose and Janet who had moved in a little too close. "And you guys are?"

"Who are you," Rose asked standing about a half foot shorter than Helen.

"Matt works for me," Helen said.

"Well, he used to live with us and he had a terrible habit of taking clothes from the girls that also lived with us. Including their makeup, which I discovered one night when the police brought him home," Rose said.

"Really?"

"Really. That was right after they caught him breaking into the house not too far from where we live. Made a pretty convincing girl. They didn't even know he was a boy till I told them.  Had I not convinced the woman that owned the house not to press charges he'd of spent the night in Juvenile hall in his little dress and panties. Or rather in Susan's little dress and Tina's panties," Rose said looking between Matt and Helen.

"So do these people know you're a boy," Janet asked.

"Doesn't matter," Matt said.

"Really," Janet said sounding skeptical. "Bet it does?"

"Why would you do that? I never hurt you," Matt said.

"What! You've never hurt me? Seriously? So what happened to your promise? Tell me that! Tell me where you've been? What happened to you after you left? You promised you'd come back when you settled, but you never came back? You just took off and that was that. Nothing?"

"Because I never settled," Matt said.

"What's that suppose to mean," Janet asked.

"I ended up in the streets. Couldn't find work. No one would hire me. I nearly starved to death. Janet I was almost frozen when Helen here took me in," Matt said. "Well, she didn't actually take me in. Truth is I broke into her house."

"He broke into your house," Rose asked.

"He'd telling you the truth. That's how we met," Helen said.

"Why didn't you come back home? I would have helped," Rose asked.

"Too ashamed," Matt said. "Are you still at the house Janet?"

"I am. When I aged out Rose hired me back through the state to help with the little ones. Got me licensed and everything. She even finished the addition and we've added four more kids. A church put in a really cute playground for the little ones. So is this your new job? You being a girl and doing pageants? I loved they way you walked on."

"No, it's not my job! Can we go somewhere and sit?  I need to change," Matt said.

"Are you wet," Debbie asked.

"Wet? Did she just ask you if you're wet? Are you wearing diapers," Janet asked.

"I knew about the dresses? I knew you sometimes took a dress or slip and panties at times but I didn't know about the baby stuff? We're you taking babies diapers as well," Rose asked.

"No, I'm not wet, and no I wasn't taking diapers Rose.  These diapers are a precaution. Jesus! Will everyone chill! I want to change into something a little less frilly okay," Matt said.

"But you are wearing diapers," Janet asked.

"Yes okay," Matt said. "You happy?"

"You know Matt, I think I am," Janet whispered.

"I made them for him," Darla said. "I'm Darla. That's my sister Debbie. He's learning to sew. so he doesn't have to just wear our dresses."

"Hi Darla. Debbie! You said he's wearing your dresses? Aren't your dresses a little big for him Darla," Janet asked.

"He's wearing the dresses we wore when we were five and six. You know, when we were in kindergarten," Darla said.

"So, he's wearing diapers and he likes dressing up as a five year old," Janet asked. "So they know about Marge's place then?"

"Who is Marge," Helen asked.

"That's where he first started wearing diapers and dressing like a five year old," Janet said.

"What," Helen said looking shocked.

"Can we go some place private? Helen, I can explain all of this if you'll give me a chance! I mean can we please at least find somewhere to sit and maybe let me go back to the salon and change," Matt said.

"I'd really like to hear about this Marge," Helen said.

"Me too," Debbie added.

"So would I," Darla nodded.

"But he's right. Maybe we should move out of traffic here, and how about introductions first," Helen said taking Rose's hand.  "I'm Helen."

There was a flurry of exchanges between Glenda, Arial, Rose, Janet, Darla and Debbie that included hand swaps as Matt stood there with his arms crossed over his satiny chest pouting like a petulant little girl.

They decided on Denny's for lunch which was going to be on Glenda who had dropped her photo chip off at the photo store to get the images put onto a sheet for when they came back. She wanted Matt's pictures or at least one picture in a frame for her window that very day.

Matt had asked Helen if she'd take some of his winnings and get a pair of pants and shirt while he went to the back of the salon to change with Debbie's help. Debbie only he insisted to Janet's sadness. Janet had desperately wanted to see his diaper.

Debbie and Matt went though the beads and Matt held his dress and slips up so Debbie could unsnap his baby pants and waddle diaper. The waddle diaper was replaced with a regular disposable without baby pants. Just as he was letting his slips and dress down from being changed Helen returned.

Those pants Helen had promised to get were not exactly "pants". At least not in Matt's mind because they were overalls meant for someone about five and clearly someone that liked pink. but then again he didn't have a change of shoes and he still had a head full of curled hair.

Besides, everyone agreed that the knitted little teddy bear peeking out from the pocket was adorable. It came with a matching tee shirt and he wore new plain white socks with his white strapped shoes. Even in his girlish pants he was adorable and that came from Janet with agreement from Darla and Debbie.


Chapter
welcome to Denny's

"Hi, welcome to Denny's.  Eight? Would you guys mind sitting in our private dining area? It holds fifteen? I can put you there or out here after I put some tables together?"

"Your private dining would be perfect," Helen said.

Menu's were handed out and everyone settled but the funny part was the waitress that seated them asked if Matt would like the high chair without the tray. It would raise him up a little bit higher. There were a couple of snickers that the waitress didn't hear that Matt did. He was beyond the humiliation of sitting on the wooden chair at the end of the table and even let Helen lift him into it.

"So please tell me about Marge," Helen asked.

"Me or you Mama Rose," Janet asked.

"Allow me," Rose said.

Matt dropped his head and folded his hands. This was not going to go well. He remember the storm, that much for sure.  He'd run away again. He'd gotten about four blocks when it hit and it hit with a vengeance.  First the winds and a little bit of rain, then rain that felt like razors which turned out to be small bits of ice.

He ran for a porch, falling, then sitting and scooting back his elbow hit the dog door. It was one of those rubber doors that small dogs can push on to go in and out of a house. Matt tested it and it lifted easily. He called out for the dog, nothing. He yelled "hello" and no one answered. There were no lights on in any of the windows and he was starting to shiver. 

Matt turned to lay on his stomach and pushed through the small door. He got his head in, paused to listen for a moment then pushed in more. When his shoulders came through he moved right, then left and when he moved left he heard a click and a hiss and then felt a painful prick on his arm between the elbow and shoulder. Next thing he remembered was laying in a baby's crib.

The waitress took their orders as Rose looked at Matt smiling.


Chapter
Mommy Rose

"Matt had run away, again. He was always running away back then. Trouble was he was so tiny. People thought he was a child but he was nearly sixteen so when they talked about adopting him they'd soon discover he was too old and move on. He'd get angry and take off. On this particular night he ran away right after a couple had backed out after discovering he was too old.

Normally I would wait a couple of hours and he's come back. This time he didn't and a really bad storm had hit. Rain and sleet bringing the temperature down dangerously. I worried because he'd taken off without a jacket. Of course I called the police when the storm hit. I didn't know it at the time but he'd pushed his way into a house through a doggy door."

"Boy does that sound familiar," Helen said looking at Debbie and Darla. "He got into our house through a basement window."

"Got it. Well, in this case it was a doggy door and the damn thing was rigged by a pest control company to catch what they thought was raccoon that was coming in and eating the dogs food.  Anyway, this pest control guy, Harry Bunkums, rigs the door with some kind of dart gun filled with animal tranquilizer called Ketamine.

I guess this Ketamine works really good for putting small animals to sleep and great for small humans as well. Especially humans as small as Matt. It's some sort of schedule III controlled substance but legal for animals so this guy Harry can use it and he had a permit. Anyway, Matt got a dose of it when he triggered the gun coming into the house. Marge was suppose to put an open cage in front or shut it off and didn't do either so Matt got shot.

Meanwhile he's got a dose of this Ketamine in him and he's out like a light when Marge comes home.  Marge finds him ice cold and half in and half out of the doggy door thinking it's Matt that's been breaking into her house all this time and not a raccoon. She calls her sister Monica who comes over immediately and they both drag him inside and get him into a warm bath.  Neither of them call 911 because he seems out but okay and Marge wants revenge."

"Boy does that sound familiar, Matt said looking at Helen.

"Well, it worked out didn't it," Helen asked.

"More or less," Matt said.

"Similar story," Rose asked.

"Pretty damn close," Helen said.

"So Marge and Monica got him in a tub and they're going through his wallet and find his foster care ID which to their shock also gives his age.  Discovering he's sixteen not only angers them a bit more, but surprises them as well.  So while Monica is reading the warning label on the Ketamine Marge had him on a large towel on the guest bed drying him off.

Monica is reading a list of symptoms that include impaired motor functioning with loss of coordination and sure enough Matt while trying to move starts floundering like an infant. Later Marge tells me that's what gave her the idea of dressing him like a baby. That and his size. Ten minutes later when Monica returns from the pharmacy Matt's wearing a size six disposable diaper and ruffled panties from one of her companion dolls.

Turns out Marge is also an avid collector of Companion dolls or those large dolls popular in the 1950s and 60s. Those were dolls that were anywhere from 32 inches to 38 inches tall which was damn near Matt's size. Bottom line is Matt's laying in a disposable diaper on a bed in a room full of clothes that are almost his size. Needless to say, Matt's in a little pink pair of ruffled panties under a slip and dress to match, getting a bonnet tied under his neck.  I get a call about an hour later.

I let the police know that he's okay so they can call off their search and head over to Marge's place for tea and I find him in his little pink dress and slip too short to cover his ruffled panties in his second disposable diaper getting fed from a baby's bottle in Monica's arms. Janet and I have tea with Marge in their living room while Matt struggles desperately to avoid that baby bottle nip-ple waiting for the drug to wear off.  Marge gives me a pink coat and I promise to return everything the next day.

We meet Harry Bunkums who is at the door when we were leaving. I guess he gets an alarm when his traps go off.  He thinks the little girl I'm holding is cute as Marge lets him in.  I find out later, and this from Marge, that it was a raccoon that was coming in and taking Fluffies food from her doggie dish.  They had finally got her back out of the kennel when they trapped the raccoon."

"Pictures," Helen asked.

"Tons," Rose said. "He made an adorable looking baby back then.  Marge and her sister took several rolls.  I'll have to bring them by for tea one day."

Breakfast came and they started eating. It was pretty obvious that Matt was their focus and with Janet now driving she was definitely going to start coming by the house to visit more. Rose was only taking in girls now which made it easier and not having to separate the kids by gender gave them a little more room.

As they ate Rose explained how they came to put Matt into the pageant contest and what he was doing now. Rose and Janet were flabbergasted, but happy at how things had turned out over the past couple of weeks and Janet forgave him. She understood now.

Matt's first sewing assignments were going to be clothes for the little ones that didn't have anything new.  That's when he volunteered his winnings to go shopping for them. Some had nothing. There was a lot of laughter over Matt's adventures considering that they seemed to end up with him in diapers and dresses. 

Then Rose tapped her glass as the waitress started clearing dishes and pouring coffee. She was a little shocked when Matt asked for a cup.

"It's Helen's turn to share their story," Rose said.  Janet nodded in agreement.

"Well, for us it started one night when our alarm by the basement door started beeping..."

Hugs.

[dolly bo peep]

Mary Beth,

I'm enjoying your story. It's another classic. I'm looking forward to the next part.

I'm still in my pink nightie and last nights diaper, so I'll sign off for now and change into a fresh diaper and a daytime dress.

[krystalasbaby2017]

AAHHH not nice right at a good part when the ladies are exchanging stories on little Matt.  Looks like he has spent a lot of time in nappies