A Caring Place (Co-Written by PervScenes11)

[CuddleBunns]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN -- EMILY’S BIG DAY: WAKE-UP

   It was extremely early the next morning--almost still dark outside--when Lauren and Janisse cracked open the door to Cara’s room. Heather had, of course, chosen to sleep in. All three girls had been out late, pushing the limits of their 11:30 PM curfew, flirting and riding around town with Travis and his friends after their movie finished. They’d had a great time, and both were bleary with lack of sleep, but neither would have missed this for the world. Although Emily’s status--and gender--had changed greatly in their eyes, they really did care for her, in their way, and neither of them wanted to miss the chance to be involved in what was sure to be one of the most important days of Emily’s life.
   Emily was oblivious to all this. After he’d wet his pull-up while playing tea party, Cara had ran downstairs to “tattle” on him to her mother. Exasperated by Emily’s helplessness, Sherry had changed him into a new pullup, fed both “little girls” a childish dinner of cut-up hot dog pieces and mac n’ cheese, and promptly put Emily to bed at her “bedtime” of 7:30. Cara, because she was older and more mature than Emily, got to stay up an extra hour, and so Emily had lain on the floor in Cara’s room, swaddled in Cara’s Rainbow Brite sleeping bag for an hour by himself, with little else to do except to reflect on the precipitous fall his social status had taken in the last 24 hours. Despite it still being light outside, and in spite of the offense Emily took at being put to bed before an actual six year old, he’d cried himself to sleep well before Sherry carried Cara in and put her down for the night.
   He was still sleeping, snug as a bug in a rug, when Janisse and Lauren crept into the room. Not wanting to wake either Emily or Cara, the older girls were careful and quiet as they made their way to Emily, kneeling on the carpet beside her sleeping bag.
   “Oh . . . my . . . God,” Janisse whispered, pointing to a spot midway down Emily’s sleeping bag. A wet spot.
   Lauren’s hand covered her mouth as she smiled with glee. “Mrs. Harper is going to be SO happy,” Lauren whispered.
   “Is she really going to do all the stuff you told me about?” Janisse asked.
   Lauren nodded.
   “That is . . . wild,” Janisse whispered.
   “I know, but it’s also beautiful,” Lauren said.
   Janisse nodded in agreement, reaching down and gently stroking Emily’s hair while he slept.
   “It’s . . .” Janisse started. “It’s just so . . . like, when you first told me what Mrs. Harper was planning it almost seemed . . . cruel. But then it’s like, when you really think about Emily is, how much we all always worried about her, it . . . I mean, what was ‘Michael’ going to do? Who was he going to date? What job was he going to get? I mean, he probably wasn’t even going to pass high school.”
   Lauren nodded in agreement. “That’s what’s so beautiful about it, to me. That Mrs. Harper loves her daughter enough to care for her like she needs to be cared for.”
   Janisse nodded and the two girls sat in a kind of hushed silence for a few minutes, staring down at Emily. “I know she won’t recognize this at first,” Janisse said, wiping a tear away from one eye, “but she’s so lucky. To be loved like that.”
   Lauren was about to whisper her agreement when Emily began to stir in her sleeping bag. “Mmm . . . L-Lauren?” Emily moaned in confusion, slowly getting up and rubbing his tired eyes. As he did so, the childish room around him materialized and he was reminded of everything that had transpired the night before.
   “Hey! Don’t forget about me silly!” Janisse teased him with a giggle. The two girls were watching Emily intently as the reality of where he was dawned on him. They both thought it was simply adorable when his face turned red and he shyly pulled the edge of the sleeping bag up closer to his face. It was as if he was still somehow embarrassed to be seen in such a childish state after all this time.
   “Good morning, cutie,” Lauren said, offering Emily her hand. “Did somebody have a fun playdate last night?” After a moment's hesitation, Emilly grabbed hold of her hand and let her pull him up to his feet. Once he was standing, Lauren pulled him in for a big hug. “Aww, there’s my little angel,” she cooed, rocking Emily’s body back and forth.
   All of this physical affection from his biggest crush, combined with the fact that he had just woken up, caused Emily’s morning wood to begin straining painfully against his chastity cage. Horrified to think that Lauren and Janisse might see his tiny boner throbbing in its cage, Emily was briefly thankful to still be wearing the leotard and pull-up. But thinking about his pull-up made Emily, still groggy from sleep, realize that he was soaking wet.
        “Someone sure is wet this morning,” Janisse cooed as Emily’s face exploded in a blush.
        “I didn’t mean to,” Emily sulked in a pathetic, mewing whine. “It . . . it was just an accident. I don’t usually have accidents at night like this. I don’t know what came over me.”
        He looked up solemnly at Lauren’s beautiful face, which was staring back down at him with something of a shit-eating grin. Her grip on him suddenly became much tighter as she pulled him even closer and gave him a small, reassuring peck on the cheek.
        “It’s alright sugar plum. No one really expected you to wake up dry.” She patted Emily’s squishy bum. “And besides, it’s probably good for you to get used to feeling wet down there. After today, that’s going to be pretty normal for you.”
        Emily found this latest tidbit of information very concerning. He broke free from Lauren’s grasp and took a few nervous steps backwards. “W . . . what do you mean, Lauren?” Emily asked cautiously.
        Both of the girls found Emily’s obliviousness to the situation at hand to be very adorable, which was obvious from the mere giggles he got as a response. Lauren once again stepped forward and grabbed Emily’s hand, rubbing it tenderly with a wistful look in her eyes.
        “Don’t worry about it, baby. In fact...from now on, don’t worry about anything at all. Just do what you’re told like a good little girl and don’t ask any more questions. I promise that today will go by much more smoothly if you just leave the worrying to the adults and focus on being the best, most obedient little girl you can be.”
        It was all too much for Emily to process this early in the day. He stammered in place trying to think of a response, but was quickly silenced by Janisse, who approached with his pacifier and confidently plopped it into his mouth. He glumly accepted the soother and looked defeatedly around the room, first at the colorful and infantile assortment of toys and decor that were strewn about, and then at his juvenile playmate from yesterday, who was still sleeping soundly despite all the commotion. Finally, his gaze returned to the beautiful, but imposing female figures in front of him, who obviously saw him as nothing less than their own personal plaything. Taking everything into account, he figured it was hardly worth it to argue anymore. They had already dragged him so low, maybe it was best to just go along with it and try to get home as quickly as possible. With tearful eyes, he nodded and gave his pacifier a couple of suc-ks to show his submission.
        “That’s better, Emmy. No more talking from you,” Jannise said in a voice one might use for an obedient puppy.
        Lauren nodded approvingly and began to pull Emily in the direction of the door. “Alright, now that we’re up and at 'em’, I’m afraid we have to bring you back to your mommy’s house. I wish we could spend some more time together, but your mommy told me to bring you back nice and early. I don’t know if she told you this, but she has some big plans for you today. Somebody is about to be a very lucky little girl.”
        Emily did not like the sound of this one bit, but felt completely helpless to do anything but follow Lauren’s lead as she led him out of Cara’s room and down the stairs, where Sherry was waiting in the foyer with Emily’s bag in hand.
        “Wet,” Sherry said, striking a hole through Emily’s pride as he descended. “Disgusting.”
        Lauren, taking Emily’s bag, just laughed and nodded. “I’ll put the sleeping bag in the wash, Mom. And honestly, from the point of view of Emily’s therapist, a night-time accident is a really good thing, a really big step.”
        Sherry just shook her head as she stared contemptuously at Emily. “I always knew this one was nothing but a giant sissy, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that acting like a pissy-pants little baby comes so naturally to her. I’m just glad she’s finally getting the treatment that a weak little sissy like her deserves. This is just so much better for everyone involved, isn’t it? Now she doesn’t have to go around trying to prove that she’s anything more than she actually is. It just seems like a win-win all around. When you see Melissa, tell her I approved whole-heartedly with what she’s doing and that she has my full support.”
        “Thanks, Mom, I will!” Lauren said.
        Sherry just patted Emily on the head. “Have a safe trip across the street, sissy. If you ever want to come over for another playdate, just tell your mommy to give me a call. My younger daughter seemed to have lots of fun with you last night, and I’m sure you must have had a blast as well. We’d love to have you around again sometime.”
        Emily wanted to respond that he did not, in fact, have a blast the previous night, and that he really didn’t appreciate being called a sissy either, but he was far too intimidated to do so. Instead, he mindlessly suc-ked on his pacifier as his eyes welled up with tears.
        “I think she’s still a bit cranky from waking up this morning,” Lauren observed as she approached the entrance and swung the front door open. “All the more reason to get her back home as quickly as possible.”
        Janisse pushed Emily forward until he was standing in the open doorway, where Lauren grabbed hold of his arm and began pulling him towards the front porch. Emily, however, could not bring himself to follow. Instead, his body tensed up before looking up at her with a worried, pleading expression.
        “Bu-but . . . we’re leaving already? What about breakfast? You don’t really expect me to go out there dressed like this do you?” he whimpered to Lauren meekly. “You haven’t even changed me out of my . . . my . . . ”
        “Your wet pull-ups?” Lauren finished for him, so easily saying the words that he couldn’t find the courage to say out loud. “That’s all right, sweetie. Your mommy can just change you when you get home. It’s only, like, thirty seconds away, anyway.” She suddenly became much more forceful, pulling him along with her until he was standing outside in the morning air for all to see. She turned him around so that Sherry and Janisse could bid him farewell, before re-inserting his pacifier and dragging him reluctantly down the footpath and towards the large house across the street. As they made their way over, Emily tried his best not to look at the distant joggers and dog-walkers, who were no doubt squinting to get a better look at the peculiar sight. 
        Once Emily reached his driveway, things only seemed to go from bad to worse. A familiar, black, stylish sports car was parked at the end of the driveway; a tell-tale sign that Dr Thurman was here. Emily felt himself go flush as the prospect of Dr Thurman seeing him in one of his most childish, humiliating outfits yet started to overtake his mind.
        Seeing Emily’s trembling, Lauren kneeled down in front of him and gently brushed his hair out of his eyes. “Hey!” Lauren whispered. “Today’s a big day for you, a day with a lot of changes. And I know changes can sometimes be hard. But can you do me a favor?”
        Emily nodded weakly.
        “Can you try -- really try -- to just be a good girl for me and for your Mommy and for Dr. Thurman? Can you trust that we all love you and that we know what’s best for you?”
        Emily nodded again, eager to do whatever he could to please Lauren.
        “Good! What a good girl you are. Just remember, anytime you feel embarrassed or want to resist your therapy . . . just remember that that’s just your male ego flaring up. We know it’s strong, but me and your Mommy and your Doctor are going to help crush every last bit of it, ‘cause you’re not a man at all, are you? Right, baby girl?”
        Emily’s stomach felt like it had fallen out and was rocketing towards the center of the Earth, but Lauren just smiled radiantly like this was the best news in the world. Not waiting for an answer from Emily, she stood back up and rang the doorbell.
        What happened next was a surprise to both of them. Instead of being greeted by Melissa as they had expected, the door swung open and revealed Dr Thurman’s stern, statuesque figure standing in the doorway. She nodded approvingly at the sight of Emily standing there in his soaked-through leotard with the purple dummy hanging out of his mouth, being led everywhere by a girl who was supposed to be his own age. She was sure that he was now exactly at the point she needed him to be.
        “Ah, there you are! Right on time as well,” she greeted them with a professional nod. “Thank you for looking after her, Lauren. You’ve been a tremendous help so far. I hope she didn’t give you too much trouble at the party last night.”
        “Don’t mention it. We had lots of fun,” Lauren responded. “It’s nice to see you again, Dr Thurman. Is today the day that you’re finally going through with it?”
        Dr Thurman’s lips contorted into a huge, almost sinister grin. She nodded her head.
        “Incredible!” Lauren squealed. “You’ll have to have Mrs. Harper show me everything when you’re done. This is so exciting! I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”
        “I’m excited too, dear, but I’m afraid we won’t truly be ‘done’ for a long, long time,” Dr Thurman stated plainly, although it was clear that she did share some of Lauren’s enthusiasm. She turned her head to get another look at Emily, and raised her eyebrow when she noticed his stature appear to shrink before her eyes. “Still,” she continued, “the fact that we’ve gotten this far already gives me hope that the next steps of Emily’s therapy will be a resounding success. I’ll be sure to let Melissa know to keep you informed about the going-ons in Emily’s life from here on out. The more people who know and are dedicated to making it work, the better.”
        “Totally!” Lauren said, “Anything I can do to help, I want to do it!”
        After pulling Emily in for one more hug, Lauren left Emily in Dr. Thurman’s care. Lauren was already halfway down the driveway and he could feel his leotard being tugged as Dr Thurman pulled him inside. When he saw the door closing behind him, he knew he was trapped. He didn’t know what was about to happen here, but if he knew one thing for sure, it was that surprise visits from Dr. Thurman were never a good sign. 
        “Come on sissy-pants,” Dr Thurman bid sternly as she started dragging him down the hall. “Your mommy and I have much to discuss.”

[lovellace]

Beautifully written. My brain is going crazy with the intense build up! Please continue as soon as you can! Thanks so much for all your efforts. You are bringing such enjoyment to all your readers, we appreciate it.

[PervScenes11]

I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has posted and said nice things about this story that Cuddlebunns and I have written together. I was so worried that it would be seen as too slow-building or too derivative (Baby Bobby and Andlat are two of my favorite writers, and their work casts a long shadow over my contributions for sure--I hope it comes off as tribute, not rip-off). It really means a lot to hear that this has hit others deeply and really spoken to something deep in them. That means so much. Thank you for taking the time to share your positive feedback.

[antonia]

Brilliant, well written, great plot, very exciting. Pull-ups not doing it? Maybe time for nappies/diapers?

[CuddleBunns]

CHAPTER FIFTEEN -- EMILY’S BIG DAY: HOMECOMING

        Melissa waited impatiently in the living room as she listened to the pitter patter of steps approaching from the hallway. As the steps got closer, her heart beat faster and faster in her chest. Today was the day she had been waiting for, the day she had been hyping up in her head for months. She knew the coming changes would all be very difficult for her former son to take in, but Melissa’s mind and heart were made up. There was no more doubt. She had a daughter. She’d always had a daughter. She just hadn’t always known that. But Dr. Thurman had helped her see the truth about her child. Yes, the changes they were going to put in place today would be hard for Melissa’s daughter, but everything was going to be for the best. Dr Thurman had made it perfectly clear that this was exactly what her dear, sweet Emily needed, and if nothing else, the last few months had proven the psychiatrist’s assertions correct. Month after month of long talks and scheming with the good doctor had all led up to this moment, and a surge of emotions were now pushing deeply through Melissa’s core.
        When she was finally greeted by the sight of Dr Thurman leading her delicate daughter into the living room by the hand, everything inside of her came to a boil. Melissa jumped off the couch and nearly sprinted towards them in excitement. She wrapped her arms around Emily and pulled him in for a suffocating, motherly hug, mashing his face against her full ample breasts and excitedly rocking him in place like he was some sort of ragdoll.
        “My baby! My sweet baby girl!” She sang out joyously, showering the wincing little girl in a barrage of wet, sloppy kisses. “I’ve waited so long for this day! You have no idea how happy I am to see you! And that outfit . . . it’s so precious! Did you know, baby? Did you dress up like that for mommy because you know what today is?”
        A cold sweat broke out over Emily’s neck. He tilted his head up to stare directly at Melissa with a look of nervous confusion. “N . . . No. I don’t know what today is, mommy. I have no idea what’s going on,” he replied in a muffled voice, feeling cut off from oxygen due to Melissa’s overbearing hug as well as the pacifier that was still logged in his mouth.
        Melissa realised she was hugging Emily too hard and finally released him.
        “Look at you,” she said, beaming. “All wet in the morning! Well, good news for you, Miss Priss! Today is the very last day you’ll ever have to wear a pull-up!”
        To Emily’s ears, this was very good news indeed! He hoped his Mommy would change him out of his wet pull-up (and the soaked leotard), but instead she just lead him back over to the couch and, after putting a towel across her legs to protect against his wetness, pulled him onto her lap. It was clear that her motherly feelings were stronger than ever, and Emily was left feeling confused as to what the meaning of all this was.
        “Don’t worry, honey. Mommy is here now, and she and Dr Thurman are going to explain everything.” Melissa cooed.
        “Yes,” added Dr Thurman, who was now shuffling a stack of official looking papers in her hand, “I suppose now that we’re all here, we can finally get down to business.”
        Dr Thurman walked over to the other side of the couch and sat herself down, combing through the stack of papers until she found the one she needed, and pulling it out to read over. Her relative formality was worrying to Emily, who felt like a trapped animal being held firmly in his mother’s arms. Dr Thurman cleared her voice before finally beginning to speak.
        “Emily,” She began in a cold, businesslike voice, “As you’ve probably noticed, the therapy you’ve undertaken at my discretion has brought about many changes in your life. You have surely noticed that the authority figures in your life have been treating you younger and younger as time goes on, as well as encouraging you to present in a more feminine manner. Although I have tried to convince your mother countless times that even more intensive treatment is required, she has been reluctant to take my advice. That is, until now.”
        Melissa felt a terrified Emily squirm in her lap and attempt to respond, but she was able to hold him in place and silence him by placing a finger over his pacifier. “Shhh . . . Let Dr Thurman finish, sweet pea,” she scolded him gently.
        Dr Thurman continued: “Up to now, Emily, you’ve probably been under the impression that all of these changes are temporary. I am here today to assure you that they are not.” Scooting closer to Emily, she reached over and grabbed his face, forcing eye contact. “Look at me when I say this to you, Emily,” she said. “I want you to remember this moment, because this is the moment when your life, as you knew it, ends. Your life as you knew it is over, completely and irrevocably. Your manhood and your adulthood--or whatever little scraps of those things you ever had--are over and done with. From this moment forth, you are a toddler girl, and you will be treated as such, twenty-four seven.”
        Emily’s eyes went wide with terror as he was forced to stare into Dr. Thurman’s unrelenting, dominant gaze. He started to try to protest, or to ask his Mommy for help, but Dr. Thurman cut him off. “Let me say that again: you are a little toddler girl now. Period. That’s actually who you’ve always been, you were just mistakenly allowed to think differently. But that’s over now. Now, your Mommy and I are going to give you the treatment and care you deserve. You are weak-willed and bad at making decisions, so from now on, we are going to be making all decisions for you. And let me assure you, if you even think about trying to resist, if you get any silly ideas about insisting that you’re fifteen years old or a boy? You will be punished. Swiftly and severely.”
        “We love you, honey,” Melissa said, holding Emily tightly and feeling how fast his terrified heart was racing. “We don’t want to punish you, ever.”
        “But we are in charge of your care,” Dr. Thurman said icily, “and for entirely too long, you’ve had this false sense of young adulthood and this false sense of masculinity. It’s our job, our duty, to help find those false selves in you and smash them, utterly root them out.”
        “So you see, baby,” Melissa intoned, “it will be better for you if you just relax and be a good girl and accept that you’re our little baby girl, now and for -- Oh my!” Melissa had had her head angled downwards as she whispered in Emily’s ear, but she stopped talking with she realized that Emily--whose leotard and pull-up were already soaked--was moaning behind his pacifier and wetting himself even further. Melissa and Dr. Thurman could see the wetness stains on his leotard spreading and a warm pool of pee forming under his thighs, soaking the towel Melissa had put down. “What a good baby!” Melissa cooed. She knew her daughter was wetting himself out of stress and overwhelm, but she and Dr. Thurman had talked about this a million times; the transition would be difficult, but the only way to truly love Emily was to help him acknowledge his true, feminine, self. “You just go ahead and wet yourself, Miss Priss,” Melissa said, “isn’t Mommy a silly Mommy for not putting her baby-waby into her diaper-wipers? Come on, let’s go fix silly Mommy’s silly mistake, pumpkin!”
        “May as well let her see her new nursery,” Dr. Thurman said. “Then we can come back and finalize all the paperwork.”
        Emily was in a state of near-complete shock as Melissa ushered him to his feet and began directing him toward the stairs. Normally, he would have put up at least some resistance, but everything that was happening was so surreal that he found himself mindlessly following her directions in a near dreamlike state. Dr Thurman followed closely behind, and the three of them quickly made their way towards what used to be Emily’s room.
        Once they finally reached the entrance, Dr Thurman had a slightly sadistic smile on her face as she turned the knob and opened the door. Melissa, who was possessively holding onto Emily’s shoulders from behind, wasted no time before forcefully steering him inside. Gasping in shock, Emily, unable to believe what he was now looking at, felt his pacifier leave his mouth and drop gracelessly onto the carpeted floor.
        “Surprised?” Dr Thurman asked Emily with an air of smug superiority. He fell onto his knees in disbelief, taking in the sight of his new room, now realizing why the two women had referred to it as his nursery. It was a nursery! His bed and his television were gone, replaced by a large white crib with soft lavender sheets and a spinning mobile adjourned with horses, small plastic rattles, and other babyish things. A wooden toy box now sat in the corner filled with all sorts of stuffed animals that he was much too old for. An adult sized changing table had also been set up opposite the crib, replacing the shabby old wooden dresser he had used since he was a child, although judging from the cabinets lining the side of the new table, it was clear that it doubled as a dresser and was intended to be its replacement. Above the changing table, however, sat the scariest sight of all; rows upon rows of soft disposable diapers, all with embarrassing infantile prints, sized especially for someone like him. Tears materialized around Emily’s eyes as he felt Melissa’s hand pat him condescendingly on the head.
        “I know darling, it’s just so beautiful isn’t it?” Melissa gushed warmly, ignoring Emily’s obvious turmoil. “The people from A Caring Place did a wonderful job redecorating your nursery, didn’t they? No more big-girl furniture for mommy’s little princess! Now you’ll always be safe at night in your crib, right where mommy can see you. I don’t have to worry anymore about my sweet little girl trying to sneak out of bed and get into trouble. Nuh-uh, those days are over.”
        Emily tilted his head up to look at her pleadingly, but there was nothing but a look of warm content in her eyes. It was clear that not only did she really want this for him, but from her point of view, the deed had already been done. There was no more arguing to be had. Without even so much as asking him, she had already decided that Emily was a baby, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. How much further could they possibly even go from here?
        Melissa helped him to his feet and gave him a playful smack on the bottom. “Alright honey, I know you must be excited to finally get into your fresh new diapers, so let’s get those wet pull-ups off of you. It’s clear to me just from looking at them that you can’t quite handle them yet.” Without warning she began removing his tutu and leotard, wasting no time grabbing the sides of his sopping wet pull-ups and sliding them down his nervous, shaky legs.

[CuddleBunns]

        “Mommy, no…” Emily whined softly, finally gaining enough courage to speak up. “I . . . I’m not a baby. You can’t make me wear diapers. This is going too far. Can’t we just talk about this?”
        “What’s there to even talk about, honey?” Melissa responded with a playful roll of the eyes. “Are you seriously going to argue with me that you don’t need this? I just slid a soggy pair of pull ups off of your legs. You’ve been wetting yourself almost constantly. If you’re going to be a little baby who wets themselves that’s fine, but Mommy should at least be able to treat you how you act.”
        Melissa handed the wet princess pull-up to Dr. Thurman, who brought it over to the new diaper pail that was sitting below Emily’s changing table. Pressing her foot down on the pedal, the top quickly swung open and she dropped it inside, where it careened to the bottom with a dull thud.
        “Your mother is right, Emily,” the doctor added plainly in a no-nonsense voice. “This has been a long time coming. It’s clear from the way you’ve been acting that you can’t handle even the small amount of responsibilities that we’ve left you with. It was made abundantly clear that you were still expected to come get an adult when you needed to use the bathroom, and you’ve failed to do that time and time again. Now, we’re not going to punish you for it, but it does confirm something that I’ve been suspecting from the very beginning, something I’ve spent a great amount of time trying to convince your mommy of. You need to be treated as young as possible. You need to be regressed to the point of infancy because it’s all that you can handle. Deep down, a part of you never progressed past the point of babyhood, and if we let you keep pretending that you’re any more independent than you’re capable of being, we could be doing serious long term damage to your self esteem.” 
        Damage to his self esteem? Because he wasn’t being treated young enough? Was she serious?  Emily pouted and balled his fists in frustration. “No! This is crazy!” He yelled out after a moment’s hesitation, feeling months of rage at the indignity of his treatment finally come boiling to the surface. “All of this little girl stuff has gone too far! I’m a teenage boy, not some simpering little doll for you to do what you want with! I’m not going to let you put me in diapers like I’m a baby! It’s not going to happen!”
        There was a moment of silence, followed by Melissa and Dr Thurman exchanging glances at each other knowingly. “Should I do the honors, or do you want to handle it?” Dr Thurman asked Melissa. Melissa looked at Emily for a second and frowned.
        “You can handle it,” she responded with a tentative sigh. “You obviously have much more experience with this kind of thing than I do.”
Dr Thurman nodded and stepped forward, grabbing Emily by the hand and pulling him aggressively towards a large plush chair in the corner. “Wait, what are you doing?” He yelled in surprise as he felt her sit down and thrust his naked body over her thighs.   
        “Teaching you some manners,” Dr. Thurman scowled, swinging her hand down with a loud smack onto Emily’s bottom, which caused him to yell out in pain. With an air of professionalism, she then politely asked Melissa to grab the punishment paddle from the closet, which Melissa did without hesitation. When Emily saw his mother return with the large pink paddle, he felt all the color and boldness drain instantly from his face.
        “If you want to avoid punishments like this in the future, Emily . . . ” Dr Thurman began, grabbing the paddle and rubbing it teasingly across Emily’s bare bottom, “then I’d suggest you learn rather quickly that little girls do as they’re told.” She emphasised her delivery by raising the paddle up and slamming it down hard against Emily’s cheeks. Emily kicked his legs and screamed out in pain. He had been spanked before, but nothing like this, and never with a paddle. This was excruciating.
        “You say you’re not a baby girl, but it’s obvious to everyone else that’s exactly what you are,” Dr Thurman continued, periodically heaping punishment down upon Emily’s bottom as she laid out his situation in no uncertain terms. “You certainly don’t act like a man. Failing all of your classes,  pissing yourself whenever you get nervous, following women your own age around mindlessly like they’re your babysitters . . . if you were my child I would have done this from the very beginning. You may still think of yourself like a big boy, but trust me, you’re the only one who does, and you have no one to blame but yourself for the treatment you’re about to receive.”
        By now Emily was bawling his eyes out. As smack after smack rained down upon his bottom, a trail of tears and snot was running pathetically down his face, making him look every bit the baby that Dr Thurman was trying to convince him that he was. She shook her head and snickered.
        “Look at you, bawling like a baby. This is exactly what you deserve. Once I’m done, I’m going to have you get up, look your mommy in the eye, and apologize for absolutely everything. First, you’re going to tell her how sorry you are for wasting her time pretending to be a boy. Then you’re going to apologize for making her spend all this time and money returning you to a point that you never really should have left in the first place. Once you’ve done those two things, and convinced her that you truly mean it, do you know what else you’re going to do? I’ll tell you exactly what else you’re going to do, sissy. You’re going to beg her profusely to put you in a diaper, and plead desperately for her to treat you like the little girl you are. You’re going to thank her for realising that you’re never going to be a real man, and that you’re only capable of being her helpless, prissy baby girl. And finally, when all is said and done, you’re going to shut your mouth, climb up on that changing table, let us tape that red, stinging butt of yours into a cute baby diaper, and trust that everything your mommy and I do from here on out is in your best interest with no complaints. Am I making myself clear?”
        She gave him one final smack for emphasis, but it was completely unnecessary. Emily was already bawling like a baby and ready to do whatever she commanded of him. He babbled something that sounded like a “yes” and nodded his head up and down in a show of true submission. It was all he could manage, but it was good enough. Without a change in her expression, Dr Thurman helped Emily up to his feet. He instantly went running into Melissa’s open arms.
        After a few moments of letting Emily cry into Melissa’s shoulder and regain his composure, Dr Thurman walked over to where the two of them were standing and once again got Emily’s attention. “Now what do you have to say to your mommy, little girl?,” she asked him inquisitively.
        Emily dreaded what he was about to do, but he saw no way of getting out of it. The stinging pain on his bottom still felt excruciating, and he knew that no matter what, he would not be able to physically handle another round of such harsh punishment.
        “I . . . I . . . ” He began stammering. He looked back up at the doctor’s face, who was staring at him with a piercing, threatening expression, and then back up at his mommy, who was gazing upon him with an expression of nothing but tender love and joy. He sniffled and winced. “I’m . . . sorry I couldn’t be a boy, Mommy,” he finally relented, sobbing in defeat. “I’m sorry that I wasted all this time p-p-pretending not to be a little girl. I know you just want what’s best for me. I tried to be a big boy, and I failed. Will you please . . . ” He paused and looked back up at Melissa, who was still looking at him with a mix of warmth and eager anticipation. He sighed. “Will you please, please treat me like a baby girl?”
        Melissa squealed and pulled Emily in tight for a giant hug. Tears streaming down her face, she pulled back and looked at her daughter. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said, wiping at her own eyes, “Thank you. Mommy knows that right now you’re just saying those things because you got paddled. And that’s okay. That’s a good place to start, and hearing you say those things makes Mommy very happy. But don’t you worry, baby girl, Mommy is going to work and work and work until you really believe what you’re saying. Mommy promises,” she cooed tenderly, hugging Emily again and gently rubbing his back. “And there’s no need to apologize, honey. Mommy knows that it’s not your fault you thought you were a boy. Mommy blames herself for not seeing the signs earlier. If I were a better mother, I would have done something about this years ago, before you started getting all of these false ideas in your head. Now that we know what you really are, we can start over, and you can just be yourself, darling. Of course you can be mommy’s little girl. You don’t have to be a big boy ever again, I promise.”
        Melissa began to rock him sweetly in her arms, proud to finally have what she really wanted all along. Emily knew he was digging himself deeper and deeper with every passing moment, but he continued to see no escape. His teary eyes caught a stray glance from Dr Thurman, who was still staring at him with a stern, impatient look.
        “Aren’t we forgetting something, princess?” She asked him in a cold stark tone, which was unbefitting of the use of such a cutesy pet name. 
        Emily swallowed nervously. “Um . . . Mommy?”
        Melissa looked at him with a pleased grin on her face. She knew what was coming. Did he even need to ask? Of course he did. For whatever reason, she wanted him to. He shuffled his feet as one fresh new tear slid down his face.
        “C-can you . . . can you please put me in diapers now?”
        The joyous response from Melissa once again turned his reduced, gentle crying back into a full blown sob. She was happier than he’d ever seen her in his life. She released him momentarily to clap her hands in celebration, only to immediately pull him back into her warm embrace and begin bouncing him up and down throughout the room.
        “Of course I can, babycakes!” She sang out to him merrily. “Mommy is so glad her little girl is finally ready to be a good baby for her. This is the happiest day of my life!”
        Melissa was so caught up in her own joy and happiness that she was not paying attention to how utterly humiliated and defeated Emily was as she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him over to the changing table. Once they arrived in front of it, she placed a hand under him to help him climb up on top of the tall, padded counter, and commanded him sweetly to lay down for her. Meanwhile, Dr Thurman walked across the room and picked Emily’s pacifier up off of the ground. She cleaned it off on her blouse and, with a look of pure sadistic bliss on her face, walked back over and popped it back into his mouth. The domineering, coc-ky smile she was now giving him made it clear to Emily that he had no choice but to accept it and begin to suc-k.
        At that same moment, Melissa was eyeing the stack of diapers lined neatly above Emily’s crib, trying to decide which one would look cutest on her little girl. This one should do, she thought to herself, pulling out a thick white and pink diaper that featured an array of hearts and unicorns all over it. She commanded Emily to lift his legs and slid the diaper neatly under him. She then lathered his lower half with a bottle of baby oil and added a mountain of baby powder over his smooth, hairless lower half. In truth, the excessive pile of baby powder over his bright lavender coc-k cage looked a bit ridiculous, but it was a sight that displayed such a complete and total level of submission that she couldn’t help but stop for a minute to take it all in. While all of this was happening, Emily just lay there silently with his head tuned to the side, suc-king his pacifier and wishing he could get this humiliating ordeal over with.
        “And . . . done!” Melissa clucked happily as she raised the front of the diapers and secured the tapes in place. “How does it feel, little one? Are your new diapers comfortable?”
        Emily looked down at his diapered bottom and hung his head in shame. He moved his hips around and felt out the diapers, taking in the added warmth and bulk they added. He was about to tell her “I dunno . . . they’re okay I guess”, but before he could get a word out she held her finger up to shush him.
        “Shhh . . . it’s okay, baby. You don’t have to say anything. I think maybe you shouldn’t talk for a while, just to get used to your new role.”
        Emily frowned profusely at this latest humiliation, but the grin on Dr Thurman’s face only seemed to be getting wider and wider. The two women helped him to his feet and grabbed one arm each as he wobbled in place, getting used to standing up with the new layer of bulk present between his legs.
        “Alright,” Dr Thurman said in her usual succinct, business-like tone, “now that we have that out of the way, let’s head down to the kitchen where we can begin to discuss your new life.” And with that, the two women led the nervous, shaky sissy out of the nursery and towards the kitchen, where his fate would be sealed forever.

[sarahpenguin]

Hmmm. Silly grownups. Not the kitchen there might be a  highchair in the kitchen but I think he's just wearing a top and her diaper she might get cold some warm baby booties and maybe some nice warm baby mittens too. :)