Welcome To Kansas... Dorothy

[Mary Beth Sanford]

"Those look a little small even for you?  Did you wear that size,"  Bobby asked as Sandy laid the diaper down and opened it.



"No.  Wish I did, they're a lot cheaper.  It's like I said, I keep these for Jennifer,"  Sandy said.



"Jennifer,"  Bobby asked feeling odd suddenly as he stood there.  He was about to be tapped into a diaper for a girl named Jennifer.



"She's a girl I watch once in a while.  Very chubby actually.  Like I was at her age.  Is that going to make a difference.  I mean with this one being for a girl and all?   Mine really would be way too big on you,"  Sandy said.



"A girl's diaper is going to be OK.  Heck, I wore pink baby pants the other night remember?  So you are wearing a diaper right now, right,"  Bobby asked suddenly feeling very awkward.



"Of course,"  Sandy said taking up her skirt as she turned sideways to show Bobby the side of the diaper she was wearing as she added, "feeling better."



"Yes,"  Bobby said as Sandy allowed her skirts hem to drop.



"Me too, and you aren't even wearing it yet,"  Sandy said as she moved to the door and added, "I'm going to start those cookies. Why don't you change and meet me in the kitchen."



"Shouldn't take all that long,"  Bobby said anxious to keep Sandy happy.



"Can't wait,"  Sandy said.



"Right!  Be right there,"  Bobby said.



"Can you do me a favor,"  Sandy asked.



"Sure,"  Bobby said as he started to open the diaper.



"Can you leave those pants there on the bed when you're done,"  Sandy asked.



"My pants?  Oh, you mean don't get dressed after I put the diaper on,"  Bobby asked.



"Exactly,"  Sandy said.



"OK,"  Bobby said believing for sure he was going to score sooner than later.  The only thing standing in his way, besides their diapers, and he snickered over that thought, was those cookies.  How long does it take to bake a batch of cookies, he mused.



"See you in a bit!  Get it, see you,"  Sandy said as she closed the door giggling.



"Got it,"  Bobby said as he moved to the open diaper while adding silently, "see you too."



If she wanted to see him in that diaper and if that was going to help, she was going to see him in just that diaper.   How odd, he mused, as he moved to the bed and a diaper actually meant for a baby.  



A baby girl at that.  Just a few days ago he was mortified over a girl forcing him to wear diapers and now, here he was, doing so happily of all things.  



Go figure...



It was thick, that diaper and the package read "night time" on it so that explained the thickness as Bobby tugged it between his legs.  He was flushed beet red by the time he'd tugged it in place.  



He was also just this side of having an orgasm by the time he was ready to tape it closed.  Sandy was right about it fitting and that was unnerving a little as well.  Very unnerving considering it went on a little girl that still wore diapers.



It was also thicker between the legs than what a boy would need but that made sense given it belonged on a girl.  The soft pink and pastel My Little Princess that went across the front band was very embarrassing. That word Princess made it worse. Fortunately this girl Sandy, Bobby mused, didn't mind any of that as he tapped the diaper on.



"Ready or not,"  Bobby said walking into the kitchen with nothing on but the disposable.



"Oh how cute you look,"  Sandy said turning from the table where she was putting a tray of baked cookies down.



"So, do you really like it,"  Bobby asked turning right then left with his arms out as one might modeling clothes.



"You look adorable.  Makes me want to..."  Sandy began to say as the screen door suddenly opened.  



"Who looks adorable... Wow!  Hey, sis is right, you do look adorable!  Bobby, what a surprise, I didn't know you wore diapers during the day as well?  Your cousin said you only wore diapers at night,"  Cindy said standing fully in the kitchen.  Bobby was standing there with his arms up and straight out and Sandy, dumb struck, was still holding the tray of cookies.



Bobby was frozen in that position for those few seconds it took for Cindy to speak.  His arms came down slowly as his cheeks reddened almost bright.  Cindy had seen that reaction before and for her it nearly brought her to an orgasm immediately.  Nothing boys could do ever came close to how they looked when they were compromised like this.



"I...  I thought you were going to be out riding for the day,"  Sandy said.



"I was, but I forgot my water bottle.  Speaking of bottles, don't we have a couple of baby bottles here for Jennifer?  I mean that's obviously one of Jennifer's diapers, right,"  Cindy said.



"We were just playing around,"  Sandy said.



"So, play!  I mean it, don't let me stop you.  Tell you what, why don't I stay and play with you guys.  I could be the daddy since I'm the only one in pants.  Sandy, since you are wearing a skirt and baking cookies you can play the mommy, and Bobby...  Well, obviously Bobby can play the baby, and a girl baby at that.  How's that,"  Cindy said.



"Cindy, he's not being a baby, girl or otherwise, OK?  He sort of did that because I asked him to.  Now go on and leave us alone,"  Sandy said.



"You asked him to be a baby and he agreed.  Just like that?  So what's the big deal then,"  Cindy asked looking at Bobby who was still trying to figure out what to do.



"It's not what it looks like,"  Sandy said.



"It's not what it looks like?  Sandy, correct me if I'm wrong, but Bobby here is wearing a baby's diaper.  A girl baby's diaper.  One of little Jennifer's diapers I should add.  What should I think?  Come on, you are dressed and baking cookies like a mommy and Bobby here is dressed like a baby?  So, he's the baby!  The only thing you two need now is the daddy and that's me,"  Cindy said and added before  Sandy could say anything, "right?"



"No, that's not it at all,"  Sandy said.



"OK fine, don't get your panties in a twist, or is that a diaper in a twist?  Anyway, so it's not what it looks like.  Tell you what, whatever it is it's fine with me.  Only thing is I've seen it and I like it, and since that's the case then maybe you can just go along with me...  you know, humor me a little,"  Cindy said.



"Think I'll go get dressed,"  Bobby said nervously.



"Bad idea baby!  Tell you what you two.  Why don't we just agree that you and him just go along with this.  I mean that way, I don't go run off and tell everyone what I've seen.  Look, he's already wearing the diaper so it's not like I'm actually forcing him to be a baby right?  Right!  Now come on and let me play a little,"  Cindy said with a voice that suggested a touch of anger.



"If we do that, will you please go away and leave us alone,"  Sandy said and added, "and promise to keep this to yourself?"



"Maybe?  Depends on what you do.  Get it, Depends,"  Cindy said moving over to Bobby who was still nearly frozen in place.  She was extending her hand to pat Bobby's bottom as she added, "you're OK with this, right?"



"Do I have a choice,"  Bobby finally said as he felt Cindy's hand patting his backside.



"Sure...  Pick one of two options:  Go public or play for me?  See that, there are at least two choices,"  Cindy said.



"Cindy, thirty minutes and that's it!  Is that clear, and when the time is up you leave, and that's also that.  That's that and this stays between us,"  Sandy said moving to stop Cindy from patting Bobby's bottom again.



"OK, but I get to see three diaper changes and two baby bottles at least,"  Cindy said.



"Baby bottles,"  Sandy asked.



"Feeding the baby.  At least two feedings,"  Cindy said.



"Bobby, you OK with that,"  Sandy asked softly.



"Is that it then,"  Bobby asked.  He was trapped by this girl and knew it.  She was worse than his cousin.



"That's it...  No, one more thing,"  Cindy said.



"What,"  Sandy asked.



"A top!  I want him to wear something that looks like a baby's top,"  Cindy said.



"Now where am I going to get a baby's top,"  Sandy asked.



"Attic?  Come on, we've go boxes and boxes of stuff going back years, surely we can find something that fits him and looks like a baby's top,"  Cindy said.



"And then that's it,"  Sandy said and added, "you promise?"



"I promise and, yes, that will be it.  A baby top, three diaper changes and two baby bottles and I'm out of here,"  Cindy said crossing her heart as she said, "and this stays between you and your cute little baby girl standing there."



"Bobby,"  Sandy whispered softly in Bobby's direction.  It was a question with a touch of pleading in her voice.



"Let's just get this over with,"  Bobby said.  This was his cousin all over again only worse.  Why him, he mused, as Cindy and Sandy started out of the kitchen.  He stood there wondering if he should take his chances, leave and let Cindy say whatever it was she might say.  It would be rough but he decided it might be worth it.



There was a flash of light that interrupted his thoughts.



"Insurance,"  Cindy said holding the small camera she'd obviously taken out of her fanny pack.



"Damn,"  Bobby said to himself in a whisper.  That eliminated any hope of his word against hers.  Cindy looked at Bobby's face and smiled lightly, sympathetically.



"Hey, come on Bobby, it will be fun.  Lighten up a little for heavens sake.  It wasn't me that put you into that diaper, it was Sandy,"  Cindy said.



"I didn't diaper him,"  Sandy said suddenly sounding defensive, and then, in a softer voice and a look back at Bobby, she added, "I mean yes, I encouraged it, I encourage it for sure, but he diapered himself."



"Even better,"  Cindy said.



"This isn't right,"  Bobby said feeling completely exposed walking behind the two girls in just his diaper.  It seemed louder suddenly.



"Bobby, can I ask you something,"  Cindy said.



"No,"  Bobby said.



"OK,"  Cindy said and went silent as she continued to the last step.



"What,"  Bobby asked as he realized Cindy really wasn't going to ask.



"Bobby, if I hadn't walked in on you two what might have happened,"  Cindy asked.



"I don't know,"  Bobby said.  There was no way he was going to say what he'd been thinking or hoping.



"Right. OK, no need to answer that, but think about it.  I know my sister and how she feels about those diapers, and you in them, so I already know the answer,"  Cindy said.



"So what's your point,"  Bobby said.



"My point?  Well, I'm guessing you two would have played some, perhaps did a little necking and then possibly... you know, do the deed.  And you would have done it wearing a diaper, like you are now.  That's what I'm thinking,"  Cindy said.



"That's none of your business,"  Sandy said.



"But I'm right aren't I.  You're only mad because I interrupted your little game, right,"  Cindy said and added, "come one Bobby, admit that part at least."



"Fine, OK, yes, is that what you wanted to hear,"   Bobby asked.



"Yes,"  Cindy said and added, "so what's the big deal then if I see you wearing what you are wearing?"



Sandy looked at Bobby and Bobby looked back at Sandy.  Cindy didn't sound as mean suddenly or at least Bobby thought she sounded kinder.



"So if he stays this way you won't humiliate him or tease him, and when we play a little you go, right,"  Sandy asked.



"No teasing, no humiliation and after we play a little, I go,"  Cindy said as she turned to Bobby and asked, "is that better?"



"Yes,"  Bobby said.  In an odd way Cindy was right.  The only thing that had changed suddenly was that Cindy was here.



"Would you still wear the top for me,"  Cindy asked.



"I guess so,"  Bobby said blushing again.



"Then I'll go find a cute top and you guys go finish those cookies,"  Cindy said as she walked off for the attic.  Of course the top Bobby was going to wear was already ready and waiting.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

"I'm sorry this had to happen,"  Sandy said to Bobby when Cindy had left.



"I guess it could have been worse,"  Bobby added as he stood watching Sandy put another tray of cookies into the oven.



"My sister has always been bolder than I am,"  Sandy said.



"Will she keep this quiet,"  Bobby asked nervously.



"If we play like she wants - yes.  She's not very fond of boys and I think she's doing this for that reason, but she will keep her word for my sake.  Just go along with her and we should get past this,"  Sandy said.



"So what next,"  Bobby asked.



"I guess we wait for this top, or whatever and then we just do those diaper changes and the bottles like she wants,"  Sandy said and, after a little pause noted, "and she's right you know."



"Right?  Right about what,"  Bobby asked.



"About us maybe even doing this anyway,"   Sandy said.



"About me being a baby?  I don't think so,"  Bobby said.



"Really?  Not even a consideration?  I mean if we were alone and I sort of teased you to take a bottle would you,"  Sandy said as she moved to the refrigerator and added, "for my sake?"



Sandy was smiling mischievously and Bobby, slowly, ever so slightly, matched her smile.



"Maybe,"  Bobby said and felt his knees go weak as Sandy turned to the cabinets and took a baby's bottle from the shelf.  



"The thing is, I'm a great mommy type,"  Sandy said and added with a light kiss on Bobby's cheek as she moved closer, "for the right kind of baby."



"So you think your sister is going to leave once we do this,"  Bobby said almost faint at the prospects of what Sandy was suggesting.



"I think so,"  Sandy said as she took the baby bottle top off to fix the nipple so the bottle could be nursed as she added, "Honestly, I'm feeling a little giddy about this.  I mean not about my sister being here, obviously, but this...  you know, this playing part when we're alone."



"Me too,"  Bobby said watching Sandy fixing the baby bottle and knowing it was for him as he stood there in just that diaper.



"Hey you two, daddy's back,"  Cindy said coming into the kitchen.  In her hand was something lavender, shimmering, and clearly for a girl.



"What's that,"  Sandy said before Bobby could ask.



"His top,"  Cindy said.



"Cindy, that's a nightgown,"  Sandy said.



"Not a nightgown.  It's a top to an old baby doll set I think was mine,"  Cindy said.



"It's a girl's top,"  Sandy said.



"OK, so,"  Cindy said and added, "he's wearing a girl's diaper for heaven sakes."



"You said a top,"  Sandy said as Bobby stood there in the middle of the two.



"It's a top.  It's the top to an old baby doll set."  Cindy said.



"Too girlish,"  Sandy said taking the words out of Bobby's mouth.



"It's a top and you guys agreed,"  Cindy said.



Sandy looked at Bobby almost pleading with her eyes.  Bobby knew that Cindy was going to push that top on him no matter what he and Sandy said.  Bobby also knew that the sooner he did this the sooner Cindy would leave as he said, "if it gets her out of here faster, I'll wear it."



"Seriously,"  Sandy asked looking relieved.



"Will you go if we do this,"  Bobby asked and added, "if I wear that?"



"Yes,"  Cindy said extended her hand with the nightgown top toward Bobby.



"Here, I'll do it then,"  Sandy said moving closer to take the top from Cindy.



"Fine, you do it,"  Cindy said.



Sandy took the top, gathered it and moved to slip it over Bobby's head as he extended his hands and arms to help.  It was two layers of nylon with the first designed so you couldn't see through it and the second layer, the top layer more airy and trimmed in lace.  It was clearly short enough to show off the diaper Bobby still wore.  The sleeves puffed, Bobby noticed, as his arms went into it.



"Happy,"  Sandy asked of her sister.



"Getting there.  Bobby, are you wet,"  Cindy asked.



"What,"  Bobby asked focusing on the silken feel of the nylon playing over his skin.



"Wet?  Are you wet.  Do you need to be changed,"  Cindy asked.



"Yes,"  Bobby said concentrating suddenly so his answer was honest.



"Time for daddy to change the baby,"  Cindy said.



"I'll do that," Sandy said.



"No, I'll do that.  You can be his mommy when I leave.  Right now, it's daddy's turn,"  Cindy said.



"That wasn't part of the deal,"  Sandy said.



"The deal was this top, three diaper changes and two baby bottles.  I didn't say it was going to be you or me changing him.  In this case it's me,"  Cindy said.



"Fine,"  Sandy said.



"Come with daddy honey,"  Cindy said taking up Bobby's hand as her other hand took the bottle from Sandy.  Cindy, smiling, added, "go ahead and finish your cookies mommy and daddy will change the baby."



Bobby followed Cindy out of the kitchen.  



"This isn't right,"  Bobby said as he walked into Sandy's room.  Cindy was taking another diaper from the bag after handing Bobby the baby's bottle.



"What isn't right,"  Cindy asked.



"Making me do this,"  Bobby said and added, "I was just playing with your sister is all."



"You are wearing a baby's diaper?  What's the big deal,"  Cindy said.



"I'm not a baby,"  Bobby said.



"So, you can't pretend a little,"  Cindy asked.



"Could you, under the circ-umstances,"  Bobby asked sarcastically as he watched Cindy fixing the diaper she was about to change him into.  



He wasn't feeling as bad as he imagined suddenly.  He was holding the bottle and about to have his diaper changed and the nightgown....  The nightgown felt wonderful.



"No, I guess I couldn't,"  Cindy said suddenly and then added, "Damn it, I can't do this to you, can I?  Not like this."



Cindy fell hard to a sitting position on the bed still holding the diaper she had opened, looking at it and not looking at Bobby.



"What,"  Bobby said not sure what had just happened.



"You know, it's not fair.  It's really not!  Obviously you're not like the other boys.  Not like the ones around here at least.  I guess I've been sour on boys for a while now and I thought you were just another one of the same.  You're not and Sandy obviously likes you.   So do I, as odd as that must now sound,"  Cindy said.



"I don't follow you,"  Bobby said now looking at the circ-umstances that had changed again.



"OK, look, I'm sorry.  I really am,"  Cindy said and added, "you're off the hook and you're right, I don't think you deserve this at all."



"What is this,"  Bobby asked now feeling very confused and not sure if he should be mad or glad, nor what to do with the top he was wearing.



"Look Bobby, it's me, not you.  My sister and I, because of our size, don't get along much with boys and I'm a little bitter.  Too bitter to recognized a nice guy when I see one, and you're obviously a nice guy to do what you did for my sister.  So, I'm sorry,"  Cindy said.



"I'm feeling a little weird right now,"  Bobby said and added, "and a little confused if that's OK."



"Sure is and why shouldn't you be.  OK, look, why don't I get the water bottle I came in for and go back out on my bike like planned and you...  you just do what you were doing and try and forgive me.  Is that possible?  I don't want to ruin this for my sister,"  Cindy said and added, "can you just ignore what happened."



"I suppose so,"  Bobby said still feeling slightly exposed with Cindy standing there and him in a girl's baby doll top over a diaper.



"You are cute you know and I guess I'm a little jealous of my sister at the moment,"  Cindy said.



"Thank you,"  Bobby said blushing and not sure what else to say.



"Mind leaving that top on till I go,"  Cindy asked.



"I guess not,"  Bobby said making sure he sounded reluctant.



"Wish there were more boys out there like you,"  Cindy said taking the baby's bottle from him.



"You don't think I'm weird,"  Bobby asked.



"Weird?  Heck no!  Like I said, the way I see it is you did this for my sister.  Makes you pretty special in my eyes.  Never met a guy willing to do this for a girl's sake.  That's pretty special, so no, it's not weird at all,"  Cindy said.



"Feeling a little awkward at the moment though,"  Bobby said.



"Me too,"  Cindy said.



"I guess I should go back and help Sandy,"  Bobby said.



"Any chance..."  Cindy started to say and stopped.



"Any chance of what,"  Bobby asked.



"You know...  any chance of me possibly changing you,"  Cindy said softly.  Her cheeks were almost bright pink suddenly.



"Change me?  You mean change my diaper,"  Bobby asked feeling stupid given that was all he wore besides the nightgown top.  What else would she be wanting to change.



"Stupid question isn't it,"  Cindy asked.



"Embarrassing is all,"  Bobby noted but didn't say no.  In spite of the fear of what Cindy had wanted to do before this there was still a touch of excitement.  That excitement had come back again and his cheeks matched Cindy's now.



"So,"  Cindy asked hopefully.  Sandy was just outside the door out of sight but not out of ear shot.  Her sister was always better at this than she was.



"I guess so," Bobby said with a lump in his throat.  First one sister and now the other.  It may not be weird to them, perhaps, but it was definitely weird to Bobby.  



Weird and terribly exciting as he threw caution to the wind.  He wanted this in the worse sort of way and fearing it as well.  He was in a girl's diaper, baby doll top and about to be changed by one sister with another that had already wanted to play.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Cindy smiled, moved closer to Bobby, affection showing on her face, then the kiss.  It was a gentle kiss, growing more passionate as Cindy slipped her arms around Bobby.  That drew the nightgown top against his skin and him closer.  Bobby, tentatively, a little more cautious, kissed Cindy back.



"You are so sweet looking in this top,"  Cindy said using her free hand to run it over the silken layers over bobby's chest as she bent in again to kiss him lightly.



Bobby, silent, smiled.



"Come lay down precious and mommy will get you changed,"  Cindy said lowering her hand to take Bobby's at his side.



Bobby, in a growing euphoria was aroused again, his sexual desires, dampened just moments before this, pushed at his diaper.  Cindy gave him another little peck on the cheek as he moved past her to lay on the bed.



"Would you nurse your bottle,"  Cindy said moving to his hand and that bottle.



She guided it, lightly, to his mouth holding her hand over his as Bobby  allowed the soft brown rubber nipple to touch his lips before slipping past them.  Cindy's other hand, her right, moved to Bobby's right thigh patting it a couple of times before resting it there.



Bobby could feel Cindy's hand moving till it came to rest directly on the front of his diaper, again stopping, then patting ever so slightly once, twice, before she found his outline between two fingers.



"Such a pretty baby," Cindy said softly allowing Bobby a few minutes of bliss as she toyed over the diaper, flirting even  more, her other hand, just a finger, brushed his cheek. The diaper she'd held laying at his side.



"Does my baby girl want mommy to change him,"  Cindy cooed and Bobby shook his head yes.  Air slipping into his baby bottle confirmed that he was nursing it as Cindy teased.



"Baby is still dry.  Baby needs to wet her diaper before she can get a dry one," Cindy said softly.  Bobby understood instantly but it wasn't going to be easy given his state and Cindy knew that as she began to rub the diapers front.



Bobby closed his eyes, arched a little, nursed more aggressively feeling Cindy's left hand coming to rest on top of his chest.  A finger teased his chest, a breast, the nipple then.  Her other hand sliding up and down, pressing a little more, moving faster.



"You are such a pretty little baby girl," Cindy whispered.



Bobby's eyes squinted tighter, his jaw set as he arched himself more pushing against Cindy's hand.  Cindy sensing his impending discharge rubbed more quickly, shortening her strokes and Bobby reached climax. Bobby's world disappeared, his fantasy replacing it as a wave of utter and complete bliss told hold.\



Cindy, knowing what was happening, slowed but didn't stop focusing next at the top as Bobby pushed against her hand, almost lifting himself from the bed. Seconds passed and Bobby collapsed back, his entire body, rigid just a second ago, relaxed.  He again, but without noticing it himself, nursed at his bottle as Cindy moved slowly over the softening bulge.



"Did my baby girl do ickies,"  Cindy said softly, still slowly moving her hand over Bobby's diaper.  Bobby's fantasy, drifting, slipped back into the reality of what had happened and nodded.



"Does baby want her diaper changed,"  Cindy asked in a motherly, cooing voice as she slowed to rest her hand over Bobby's diaper.  Bobby nodded and Cindy smiled.  



Most boys, the ones before Bobby, would have been asked if they wanted to have their panties change.  Changing their panties was always a delight because that second pair, in this case Bobby's fresh diaper, was up to them and they always nodded yes.



Cindy moved down slightly undoing the tapes holding his diaper on before pinching it softly to take up the mess Bobby left.  He, still sensitive, reacted as Cindy gathered the diaper to tug it free.  He lifted himself, once more as Cindy opened the second diaper.



It went under him as Cindy pushed his nightgown higher up his stomach, before fusing with the diapers wings.  She rose, gathered up the baby powder from her dresser, twisted it open and poured pure white powder from Bobby's navel to his thighs.  



She used that same hand to rub the baby powder over Bobby playing a little before spreading the diaper over him. She tapped the far side, then the side closer to her before again patting the diapers front.  She used both hands to fuss with his nightgown bending as she did so to kiss him.



"That was so wonderful,"  Cindy said when she broke free of their kiss.



"It was incredible,"  Bobby whispered.



"I could do this to you for the rest of the day,"  Cindy said.



"I would let you,"  Bobby whispered.



"I could also see you in a very pretty little dress.  Something cute, very cute, that mommy could reach under and check to see if her baby girl is ready to be changed again," Cindy said.



If Bobby understood what she was saying and he did, she meant when he was excited again and that was the reason he nodded another yes.  Cindy, bending to kiss him again asked, "and a cute pair of ruffled panties so mommy can play."



Bobby nodded again as Cindy stood.  Cindy moved to the closet lifting something pink causing Bobby to wonder how big that dress might be given how big Cindy was.  The dress, clearly wasn't something she'd wear because it was too small. It also had no waist Bobby noted.



"It was my dress when I was little.  Mom made matching panties to wear with it.  Will you wear this for me,"  Cindy asked.



Bobby, hesitating only long enough to wonder why the dress was hanging there, nodded yes.  It was clear this was planned, but it was just as clear that Bobby didn't care, as Cindy extended her had to encourage Bobby to stand.



The panties, Bobby noted, were clipped to the same hanger as Cindy sat them down across her bed.  She used both hands to unclasp the ruffled, almost babyish panties and sat holding them open for Bobby.  He stepped into them, then stood with his legs slightly apart as Cindy drew them to his diaper and over it.



Pink panties, white lace ruffles, and puffy enough to still have room for his diaper he noted as Cindy fussed with them around his waist. She rose again, moved to the closet and lifted a slip.  That too was too short and small for her but clearly a fit as she gathered it from the hanger.  Short petticoats met a nylon bodice.



Cindy lifted Bobby's nightgown off and took up the slip with him amazingly silent given what he was wearing and about to wear.  The slip, a little girl's style came over his head and fell even around his panties, stopping just at the edge where the lace circled his legs.  It wasn't going to completely hide his panties he realized as Cindy took up the dress.



"Mother loved turning us into prissy little girls when we were smaller,"  Cindy said and added, "even as big as we were."



"Mothers are like that," Bobby said as Cindy brought the dress over his head.



"Did your mother dress you as a little girl,"  Cindy asked.



"No?  I mean not that I can remember,"  Bobby answered smiling, but wondering a little over that question.



"Mommy began dressing us as girls right at the start of school,"  Cindy said in a nonchalant sort of way before she added, "of course we began home schooling then."



"Why wouldn't she dress you as girls,"  Bobby asked slightly confused over the conversation.



"Mostly because of dad.  He would have a fit when she would put us in dresses,"  Cindy said as she began fussing with the dress.  



It was something out of the fifties or perhaps the sixties and meant for a little girl, with sleeves that puffed. The hem stopping just past the slips but only just.  It would leave the lace around his legs exposed and no doubt a layer of lace ruffles if he so much as bent even a little.



"There we go,"  Cindy said moving Bobby to her full length mirror set on the open closet door.  Bobby smiled at the sight, a boy, clearly, in a dress meant for a little girl.  He was right about the length as lace peeked from behind.



"Why would your dad get mad over your mother putting you into dresses,"  Bobby asked trying to think of a reason and coming up short.  He was looking at Cindy in the mirror and Cindy was smiling.



"Well, because then, at least till the dresses started, we were still boys,"  Cindy said as she moved her arms around Bobby's waist drawing him closer against her.



Bobby, shocked, stiffened slightly.



"Boys," Bobby asked.



"Boys,"  Cindy said and added, "Sissies to dad's way of thinking but we were never very masculine, even before we began taking hormones.  Drove dad nearly insane but he had so little say in what mother did.



"So you are a boy,"  Bobby asked feeling a full set of confusing emotions drawing him up and down an a wide range of questions and thoughts.



"Not hardly.  We were, at least we were according to some, but that changed a few years ago,"  Cindy said as she snuggled against Bobby.  He wanted to free himself of her or him or whatever but didn't.  Cindy's hands were moving over his dress, under it, over the panties.



"How did that change,"  Bobby asked, but in a softer voice as his focus shifted again to his diaper and Cindy's hands.



"We had our operations then.  Made it so much nicer.  We couldn't get the operation for a lot of years.  Got difficult at times, confusing as well but no more,"  Cindy said slipping a finger into the waist of Bobby's panties and diaper.



"So you're a girl now,"  Bobby asked as understanding drifted between his excitement.



"Of course,"  Cindy said kissing Bobby's neck.



"Does Debbie know that,"  Bobby asked as he felt Cindy's fingers inside of his diaper.



"Of course. Everyone knows it.  That was the most difficult part, but fun sometimes because other boys, the boys that let us dress them up as little girls, knew it as well,"  Cindy said.



"This in so wild,"  Bobby said after searching for a word, any word.



"Is that a good wild or a bad wild," Cindy asked.



"I guess it's a good wild,"  Bobby said as the tip of Cindy's finger teased him erect again.



"Is this going to be OK?  I mean can I still play with you,"  Cindy asked as Bobby responded to her touch.



"Yes,"  Bobby said slightly horse as he shifted in Cindy's arms and against that finger that was teasing him.



"And my sister?  My sister needs her turn,"  Cindy said.



"Yes,"  Bobby whispered.



"Come on and lets go tell her,"  Cindy said as she slipped her hand from Bobby's diaper.  Cindy picked up Bobby's bottle as she added, "according to our agreement, I get to give you one more baby bottle and two more diaper changes."



"Another bottle and two more diapers,"  Bobby repeated as he took Cindy's hand.  He was smiling as he moved away from the mirror and out into the hall.  Sandy, hearing all of it, had darted back to the kitchen.  The last of the cookies she was baking were cooling on the counter.



"Of course, that doesn't count what Sandy might want to do with you,"  Cindy said as they came into the kitchen.



"Do what with him,"  Sandy asked.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

I'm working on the ending for this story and just wanted to let you know that.



Hugs

Mary Beth