My Neighbor -My mommy

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My story started almost a year ago, quite by accident on my part because

not in my wildest dream would I think I 'd be sitting here, thickly

diapered in my feet pajama's writing about my regression into being an

helpless, and quite content baby girl.



I was a little man, standing only five feet tall and 90 pounds. I use

the past tense here because it is hard to think of myself as a man now.

Even in my dreams at night, safely tucked into my crib, I'm only a

little diapered girl. Sometimes I do have nightmares where I'm thrust

back into the real world and am lost like a child. I try to act like a

man in those nightmares, but people treat me as a child.



Before I get started in my story, I want to apologize if my writing

isn't the best and for any typos. My mind has not worked this hard in a

while and my fingers are stiff, being most times they are cocooned in

thumbless mittens.



Everything started innocently between me and Gloria, neighbors in a very

exclusive row of townhouses along the lake. Both of us single for

different reason, me for being so little and not someone women are

attracted to for a husband and she was so big that most men were afraid

of her size.



My days were very long, a surprise to me since I no longer had to work

after making millions on the sale of my software consulting firm. I use

the word firm loosely since it was only me developing a cute bit of

software that a big company wanted for their own.



One evening Gloria was getting home the same time as me. She had

groceries and asked if I wanted to come over for dinner. I said yes,

knowing that with our size difference, meant this wouldn't go farther

than just dinner.



Was I ever wrong?



The food was fantastic and we got along very well, in fact so well, I

was getting vibes that something more may be in line that night. This

scared the hell out of me. I was a twenty-six year old virgin with a

very small pen-is. No way would that satisfy this woman.



Things got friendly on the couch. We watched a movie and she reached

around and started messaging my neck, telling me what a cute little

thing I was. Her tone was as if she was talking to a little boy instead

of a man, and I would usually be insulted, but it felt so nice and safe

with her. Also, years of loneliness made me vulnerable.



I'm not sure how it happened, but sometime during the movie I ended up

with my head in her lap, her fingers playing with my thick hair, which

since I basically stopped working after the buy-off, I'd let grow kind-

of long.



Besides, a small pen-is, I have a small bladder. Soon, I needed to go pee

badly, but didn't want to get up and possibly spoil the mood. Her

fingers felt so strong and caring in my hair.



Finally, close to bursting, I had to get up from my spot in her lap. I

mean to say, that I'd never had to go this bad. What happened next,

would set a wild set of things in motion that ends with me in my current

state as I tell this tale.



I might have made it if I didn't fumble with my zipper, but I did and

before I could pull out my little pen-is, my bladder let loose. I managed

to get most into the toilet, but still, the front of my pants were

soaked.



"Are you okay?" she called out to me.



This was extremely embarrassing. I needed to get out without her seeing

my accident. "I need to go over to my place," I told her from inside the

bathroom. "I'll be right back."



I took a deep breath and opened the door.



My plans were gone, as she stood right outside the door.



"I was afraid you might have waited too long," she said, looking down at

my wet pants.



"This has never happened to me," I explained.



She took my hand. "Don't be embarrassed. I understand," she said to me.

"Don't go home. I've got some pajamas you can wear."



I still wanted to leave, but she held my hand tightly. "Please stay."



I nodded yes and she shooed me back into the bathroom. Several minutes

later, she knocked on the door. "My stuff would be too big for you, but

this was something I bought for my niece when she stayed with me."



Her niece? I wonder to myself. Would she want me to wear girl pajama?



My question was answered when she handed me the pajamas. They were

definitely girls, made from satin and pink. Lace went around the sleeves

and leg openings. Worse were the panties she gave me. They were like

boxers, but satin with lots of lace.



"I know they are a little feminine, but it's just you and me," she said

from the other side of the door.



"I don't know," I replied.



She was silent for a moment. "We can have fun."



The way she said that, left no doubt, where this night headed. I took

off my wet pants and underwear and replaced them with the panties and

pajamas. Because the pajamas and panties added no support, my little

hard pen-is tented the front. I couldn't go out like this.



"Come on out, chicken," she said.



I complied, not looking her in the eyes as she silently led me back to

the couch. She said nothing about my condition. We laid on the couch

watching the rest of the movie until her hand left my hair and strayed

to the front of the satin pajamas. As she softly stroked me with one

hand, the other pulled off her tee shirt leaving her ample breast

exposed. Like a baby, I moved to the right breast and began to suc-kle on

the nipple.

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She moaned and applied more pressure to her stoking of me. I suc-ked as

my mind was lost somewhere else, experience the first time someone

touched me down there.



I didn't last long. In a wave of pleasure, I grew ready to come. Sensing

this, she quickly pulled my pajama bottoms and panties down to my

calves. I moaned around her nipple as I came into her working hand.



After I finished, she would let me stop suc-kling. As she pulled my

pajamas and panties back up, she said, "You keep wanting to spoil your

clothes, I'm going to have to put you into diapers."



At that point, I was ready to wear anything for her.





That night was so good, I stayed until she had to get up for work at

eight in the morning. She had washed my wet pants and they were ready

for me to wear back home. I actually felt sad to be taking off the

panties and wearing my usual boring underwear. Never before had I

thought about underwear, but as I walked home and for the next three

days, I was keenly aware of my underwear. My attention was drawn toward

anything about women's underwear on TV or in magazines.



I heard nothing from Gloria for three days, but she filled my mind. I

couldn't do anything constructive, just worrying if she was waiting for

me to make a move or had that night just been a fluke and she was

embarrassed to see me. I was almost into a depression when she finally

called.



"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight," she

said.



The sound of her voice made me almost cry. I told I would love to come

over.



Dinner was good but awkward. We didn't mention anything about the

panties and pajamas of the other night, even though it was so much on my

mind.

It was while drinking coffee that she hesitantly brought it up.



"I was afraid you might not want to come over again," she said.



I put down my coffee, search for the right words. "It's all I though

about the last few days."



She smiled and took my hand. "I've never done something like that

before, but you looked so cute in those pajamas."



"Because, I'm so little."



She squeezed my hand. "Being little really isn't so bad, you should try

being my size as a woman."



I'd never thought of that, but she probably had problems getting into a

relationship as me.



"Listen," she continued, "you can leave if this makes you uncomfortable,

but I have a proposal."



My heart was beating so loud she had to hear. I couldn't find my voice,

so I just nodded.



"I didn't call you or anything for the last few days because I wasn't

sure of my feelings. Seeing you in those panties and pajamas brought

something out in me I never experienced before. I felt both protective

of you and excited. Maybe it is our size difference, but I would like to

go farther with you in this direction."



I didn't know what to say.



"Would you be willing to let this fantasy go forward to explore a

possible special relationship? I promise not to make you do anything you

don't want to do."



"Okay," I managed to say.



She smiled widely. "Are you willing to be submissive to me?"



I agreed.



"If at anytime you don't want to go forward, you just tell me the

special word. This word will be grown-up."



We held hands for a few quiet minutes. I never answered in words, but

when she stood and I allowed her to lead me to her bedroom, I had

answered.



A new nightie was laid out on her bed. This one was very short, but I

didn't get a chance to look closer because she pulled me across the

bedroom into the bathroom. While the water poured into her large

bathtub, she peeled my clothes off, all the while, caressing my skin,

telling me how cute I was. Of course, when she finished stripping me, my

little pen-is was at attention, but she ignored it for now.



The bath was wonderful, filled with bath oils and bubbles. Very

delicately, she shaved my legs and other areas until I was as hairless

as a baby. The oils softened my skin, so much that I couldn't stop

touching my legs.



She would let me do anything. I stood there naked, the cold making my

small pen-is shrink to the point it almost disappeared, as she dried me

with a puffy towel.



Now, it was the time to get into the new clothes waiting for me on her

bed.



"Don't look," she told me back in the bedroom. "I want this to be a

surprise."

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From behind me she slid the nylon baby doll length nightie over my head
and down on my smooth shoulders. It was really little girl stuff with a
baby and pacifier print. The edge trims with wide lace.

I started to say that she didn't have to do this, but she plugged my
mouth with a pacifier.

"No more talking for my baby," she said.

Next was something I didn't expect at all. On the bed, waiting for me
was a disposable diaper. "This will keep baby from worrying about
messing up her clothes or mommy's furniture."

If I hadn't gone this far already and was so lonely, I wouldn't have let
her put the diaper on me. Completely submissively, I laid on my back
while she powdered me and pulled the diaper up around me and taped it
tightly. It felt even better that the satin panties for some freaky
reason.


As I wrote before, I'd let my hair grow long. Now being diapered, she
treated me as a mommy and put my hair in ribbons without asking. "We'll
have to get those ears pierced," she commented when she showed me how
cute my hair looked after she finished.

She didn't have a bottom for me to cover the diaper, so I spent the rest
of the evening like a baby with my noisy pampers exposed, suc-king on my
pacifier as we watched a movie. On the front of my diaper was a color
strip and I kept catching her glancing at it, no doubt wanting me to wet
myself.
With my small bladder, she didn't have to wait long. At first, I worried
that I wouldn't be able to pee lying down on the couch, but I hardly
thought about it before the front of my diaper grew warm and wet. This
seemed to be another step in my regression.

As I sit here writing in my wet diapers, I realize that even if I wanted
to stop, it would be impossible. Just in these few word thus far, I've
uncontrollably wet my diaper several times and by the rumbles in my
stomach, I'll soon be soiling myself.

Since it was a Friday night, I stayed over in her bed. She came hard
several times as I orally pleasured her, but I never came, nor did I
really want to. For some strange reason I was content to be mothered by
her.

The next morning, I climbed from bed to head to the bathroom.

"Don't you dare," she commanded me. "I bought a whole box of diapers."

I turned and saw sternness in her eyes, something that made me a little
scared. Come back to bed and mommy will change you later.

"But, I have more pressing business than peeing," I pleaded.

I stood speechless as she came to me and plugged my mouth with the large
rubber teat. "I found this at the drug store," she said, directing me
back to the bed. "It's for bigger kids."

The pacifier brought back memories. I'd used one until a late toddler
and missed it dearly when my mother threw it in the garbage in a rage.

She snuggled me back into her huge bed and brought her laptop computer
over.

"I've been thinking about us," she said. "We have something special here
I'd like to explore farther."

With the pacifier in my mouth, I remained silent.

"Yesterday, on the internet, I found a neat world for us." She opened
her web browser. "You would not believe all the cute stuff on eBay."

I watched as she went to eBay and type "Adult Baby" in the search
engine. I was stunned by the pages of baby clothes, dresses, diapers and
plastic pants, styled for babies, but in adult sizes. "Can you believe
this?" she asked me.

I suc-ked harder on my pacifier, my heart racing as I thought about where
this was headed.
"All my life, I've loved little girl dresses," she said," but at my
size, I never got a chance to play in ruffles, lace and petticoats. I so
much want to make you my little girl."

A silence hung over the bedroom after she spoke, me suc-king on my
pacifier, her, rubbing the front of my diaper as she scrolled across all
the items in eBay.

In the end, she selected four expensive, beautiful dresses, a romper,
cloth diapers, pins, plastic pants in a colors and patterns - some of
them that snap on the sides, bottles, lacy socks and a black pair of
Mary Jane shoes. My silence was taken as an acceptance of my new role.

One thing I have always had is a spastic colon. When I have to go, I
have to go. She had just made her last purchase when I could wait no
longer. "I really have to go," I pleaded, taking out my pacifier to
speak.

"Then go," she said, holding tightly on my arm, telling me to poop in my
diaper.

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Of course, I'd never gone while lying on my back, but that didn't cause
any problems. When I had to go this bad in the past, I'd actually had
little leaks as I hurried to find a bathroom. It felt nice to not fit
the urge as I relaxed and fill my diaper with the hot liquid.
It was quite noisy and I would have died in shame a few days ago, but
now I just hugged my new mommy.

"Don't worry," she comforted me. "Mommy will clean baby."

I then decided to never go out without a thin diaper on for protection
against these attacks.

Having my dirty diaper changed was another step in my regression. While
now, having my diaper changed by Gloria or her friends seemed natural,
that morning; it was life-changing experience, a feeling of giving
yourself completely over to someone else. A bond grew between us as she
removed my messy diaper and put me in the shower to clean the mess stuck
to my behind.

After the quick shower, she filled the bath with hot soapy water,
telling me all the while, how she would take care of her new little
girl. As if taking its new role, my little pen-is actually seemed more
withdrawn and tiny. The bath was as good as the night before and when we
finished, she put me in a new diaper and a little pink shirt she had
worn when she was a teenager.

I spent the remainder of the weekend in diapers, using up most of her
box. Meals were fed to me and all my liquids came from a baby bottle. We
watched movies and cartoons, with me pleasuring her many times. Saturday
night, I feel asleep while nursing on her large nipple.


The next two days, I was completely worthless, my mind not able to let
go of what happened with Gloria and the stuff she had on order. I found
myself on the Internet for hours reading adult baby stories and looking
at pictures of women wearing thick diapers and plastic pants. Never
before had I thought about being a woman, but as I stared at the cute
girls with the heavily padded buts and big plastic pants, I went into
deep fantasies about being one, loved and pampered by Gloria. Sleep also
didn't come easily as I found myself missing the pacifier. I also didn't
eat much and lost a few more pounds, dropping me below one hundred.

It was Wednesday afternoon, when Gloria called me, excited. "The plastic
pants and diapers arrived today. You have to get over here right now."

Luckily, I'd shaved everything that morning and was smooth as a baby. I
almost ran to her place.

"Look at these," she said, holding up a pair of pink plastic pants with
little stars. "Aren't they so cute?"

Her face glowed with excitement. Before I could respond, she placed the
pacifier in my mouth. I hungrily started suc-king. "Did Melinda miss her
pacifier?" She pulled me toward the bedroom. "We got to get you into
these."

The diaper was fluffy and pink. She also had purchased a liner for the
diaper. She almost ripped my clothes off and soon had me lying on the
diaper. In a cloud of powder, she got me ready for the diaper, all the
while breathing hard. She seemed about to c-um from the excitement.

She had also purchased diaper liners and when the diaper was pulled up
and pinned, the thickness made it impossible for me to close my legs.
While the disposable diaper was exciting, there was something special
about being pinned into a cloth diaper. Many older adults wore the
disposable diapers, but none wore pink cloth diapers and plastic pants
like a little baby. Flashes of those pretty girls on the Internet,
diapers and plastic pants, went through my mind. I felt like a baby girl
and gladly let her put a little pink shirt on me. She had bought it
today in the girls department at Sears.

Since then, I only wear disposables when we go out, but that is later in
my story.

"I want to do your hair," she said.

My hair was down to my shoulders, but not cut as a girl's would be. She
did the best she could by putting it in short pigtails.

By then, she was in a frenzy of horniness. She put me on the bed and
motioned me to move around in my diaper and noisy plastic pants, while
she watched, her hand down her pants.

Any inhibitions I had on where this was all headed, didn't seem
important. I found that I loved being the focus of Gloria's attention
and excitement. I moved my legs like a babies, making the pants sound
even louder. The thick material between my legs felt so good as did the
plastic of my pants.

After she came loudly several times, she came over and easily picked me
up as you would a toddler. "I have a surprise for you in the kitchen,
"she said breathlessly.

She had been busy the last few days and had found an oversized
highchair, which my little body fit into nicely, only my legs a little
too long for the bottom.

"Oh my," she whispered as she tied on a plastic bib. For a second, I
though she would start playing with herself again.

For dinner, she fed me some peas, little bites of hot dogs and a jar of
baby food carrots. We had just finished when the doorbell rang.

She looked at me frightened. "Who could that be," she whispered.

I actually got so scared I wetted my diaper without trying.

"You've got to hide," she said, working to get me out of the highchair,
her face worried.

Again, the doorbell rang.

We hurried into her bedroom, my plastic pants loudly crinkling with my
steps. "In here," she commanded, pushing me into the walk in closet.
Before closing the door and leaving me in the dark, she pushed the
pacifier in my mouth.

I sat with my knees to my chest, the thick diaper feeling heaving from
my wetting, listening to see whom it might be.

Everything had been a fantasy game of being her baby, but the thought of
anyone else finding out about our secret scared me to death. The voices
were muffled from the living room, although I could place that the new
voice was a woman's. Well, at least I thought it was a woman's. It was
one of those deep woman voices that could go with either sex.

They seemed to be talking a long time until things fell quiet. I
wondered if the visitor had left, but didn't want to take the chance by
opening the closet. I felt around in the closet, wondering if I should
take off this diaper and change into something else. The problems with
that was the darkness and the fact of her being so much bigger than me,
even if I found something that could pass as male clothes.

My stomach fluttered when I heard them come into the bedroom. I wasn't
sure at that moment, but I thought they were on the bed. Wet noises and
pillow talk came through the closed closet door. Oh no, I worried. She
was on the bed making out with a man. Was this her boyfriend? What would
he do to me if he found me in the closet?

I shuffled back into the corner of the closet, hoping to be hidden under
the hanging clothes. Gloria had started to moan and the bed squeaked.

As I said before, I have weak bowels and my stomach began to churn.
Pressure began building and I knew it would be useless to fight off the
coming storm. I knelt and relaxed, letting the hot liquid fill the back
of my waiting diaper, hoping the smell would not be noticeable in the
bedroom.

I kept kneeing after I finished, not wanting to sit in my mess. The
noise from the bedroom got louder as Gloria's moans grew in intensity. I
wished I was man enough to do her like that. I was scared, knowing this
had to be a big man to satisfy such a big woman.

Suddenly, the noise stopped. So did my heart, when I heard the other
person say something about smelling crap. The door flew opened and I
would have cried out if not for my pacifier.

"What the hell is this?"

"My little play toy," said Gloria.

"Is that the guy from next store?"

I was frozen in place. Instead of a man, it was a woman larger than
Gloria. She wore only a tee shirt and a huge strap on, the rubber pen-is
glistening from screwing Gloria.

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"Crawl on out of there," said the huge woman, her pen-is pointing at me
like a rod, huge compared to my own pen-is, shrunken and hidden in a wet,
smelly diaper.

I crawled past her, whimpering around my pacifier in shame. "Not much of
a man, is she?"

Gloria knelt on the floor, with her arms opened to hug and comfort me.

"He hasn't been screwing you?" asked the huge woman.

"If you saw his little toy, you'd know the answer to that question,"
said Gloria. "We just started playing together. Isn't she so cute in her
diapers?"

The huge woman sat on the bed. "Get back up here," she commanded. "She
can watch how to satisfy a woman."

Gloria obeyed, leaving me on the floor.

I was shocked to see Gloria passively being screwed by this huge woman.
I'd never thought about her being a lesbian, but I guess it made sense
with her getting excited about me being dressed as a little baby girl. I
slowly backed from the bed, wanting to escape back to my place, although
it would be risky, dressed in a diaper. I figured I'd grab a blanket
from the couch to wrap around me.

They were not paying attention to me and I almost got to the bedroom
door, when the huge woman shouted. "Now, where in the hell are you
going?"

She pulled out of Gloria and descended on me with her giant dic-k waving
as she walked. With iron hands, she grabbed me by the arm, dragging me
back to the bed. "We can't have a baby wondering around by herself while
I screw mommy."

The woman commanded me to kneel and not move. I heard her open a drawer
behind me. She pulled my arms back and bound my wrists with a thin rope.
Sometimes late at night, alone in bed, I fantasized about being tied up,
but reality was much more frightening. I could tell she had done this
before, since when she finished, I couldn't escape the ropes.

While she tied me, the rubber dil-do caressed my head, making me cringe.
She came around and it pointed at my face. "Spit out that pacifier," she
commanded, holding out her hand.

I looked to Gloria for help, but saw her submissiveness with this brute
offered no help. With my hand tied securely, I was helpless to resist
anything.

I spat out the pacifier.

Kneeling there at the feet of this big woman made me feel so little and
insignificant. The pain of my life being such a little man welled up in
me and for the first time since I child, I started crying. Even sitting
here in my dress, typing this story, the memory of that moment is making
me cry. Women might not understand how hard it is to be a little man,
ignored by woman and taller men. I only made the money I did was because
of my brains and talent, but at the end of the day, I was overlooked as
insignificant because of my size.

"Look up at me you sissy," she said.

My eyes rose up to meet her eyes, looking down at me from her six-foot
four body.

"Don't make him do that, Sammy," pleaded Gloria.

"Shut-up, bitch," Sammy said as she pushed the rubber dil-do to my closed
mouth. "Open that pretty mouth or I'll beat your ass."

Her commanding voice scared the hell out me, especially since I was
helpless with my wrists bound behind my back. I obeyed and opened my
mouth to take in her rubber dic-k.

An invisible line was crossed when the pen-is slid past my parted lips.

"That's it little baby," growled Sammy, "suc-k daddy's big bottle."

The pen-is completely filled my small mouth, making my cheeks bulge. I'm
not gay and never thought of giving a blow job, nor been ever given one
from any woman, but I'd seen porn and knew what to do. I slowly began to
move my head, sliding up and down on the shaft.

The only sounds in the bedroom were my crinkling plastic pants and the
wet noise from my mouth around the pen-is. This went on for a long time,
sending me into a trance, my whole world shrunken to surviving her tool,
no wanting to make her angry.

I glanced over to Gloria and saw her sitting on the bed, on her knees,
rubbing madly on herself as she watched me services this brute of a
woman. Her mouth was opened and she breathed heavily.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, I came in my diaper. It was a violent thing, but
something more different than when I masturbated. I'm not even sure if I
was hard when the waves of gentle pleasure swept through me and I nicely
wet my diaper with my c-um. I must have moaned because Sammy laughed and
said, "Looks like your sissy enjoys her mouth being full."

She pulled out of me and I settled back on my legs, tired and confused.
Did I c-um because I liked giving the blowjob or was it because of
Gloria's excitement.

Sammy climbed back onto the bed and began screwing Gloria, the two of
them leaving me bound on the floor, a diaper full of smelly poop, urine
and my c-um.

Twenty minutes later, they were finished and Sammy went into the
bathroom. Gloria crawled across the bed and helped me off the floor.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered to me. "She's leaving and I'll untie you
then and get you out of that diaper."

Sammy did leave and Gloria untied my wrists. My diaper was a mess and
she showered me down in hot water. Afterward, she gently dried me in a
soft towel, neither of us saying anything about what had happened to me
with Sammy.

Wrapped in the towel, I followed her to the bedroom, where she gave me
my clothes. She seemed very sad. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was
gay," she said, "but Sammy had left me months ago and had moved out of
town. I never expected her to come back. I liked what we had started,
but if you don't ever want to come back over here and play, I
understand."

I put on my clothes and walked to the door.

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That night was very long. I never felt so lonely as I tried to sleep in
my empty bedroom, my mind turning over with everything that had happened
at Gloria's place. I missed her terribly and started to call her several
times but didn't. She'd seen me suc-k on a rubber dic-k, how could I look
her in the eye. No doubt, she thought of me as gay, which wasn't a big
thing since she had dressed me in diapers and plastic pants, but it
seemed to have ruined our mommy/baby game.

I didn't hear from her for three days. During that time, missing being
in diapers was driving me crazy. I couldn't even look at anything
plastic without thinking about plastic pants. Never before had I had any
fetish about clothing, but this was like being a drug addict. I had to
get back into those diapers. I had to feel the protective plastic of the
pants.

For hours I cruised the adult baby web sites and my need for Gloria only
got worse. Without hearing from her, I figured we were through and
started thinking about buying my own adult baby clothes, although doing
this by myself was a downer.

By the third day, I was ready to call Gloria when the doorbell rang, an
odd thing since I never get visitors. I ran to the door and found nobody
there but sitting on the front step was a huge basket of flowers. I took
the flowers inside, hoping they might be from Gloria.

They were.

Besides the flowers, there were plastic baby blocks, a pacifier, a baby
bottle, diaper pins, two pair of plastic pants - one of those that snap
up the sides, a pair of disposable diapers and two jars of baby food. A
note read: "I miss my little baby girl more than ever. All the stuff and
a few surprises have arrived. Won't you come over to play? Love Mommy."

As I read the note, my hand drifted to the plastic pants. They were so
soft and well, babyish. What a sweet and girly thing, receiving flowers.
I sat down on my couch, looking at the flowers, wondering what is
happening to me. My whole body wanted to be back in her arms, safe in my
diapers and plastic pants.

Despite my fear of Sammy, I couldn't resist any longer. I hurried to the
bathroom and pulled off my sweat pants. I replaced my underwear with the
disposable diaper and the plastic pants that snapped down the sides.
Just having those on me, made my knees weak. Over the plastic pants, I
put on a pair of gym shorts.

I hurried back to the basket of flowers and found a pair of very girly
socks.
I decided to take a risk and put those on before putting on gym shoes. I
figured no one would notice the lace around the top of the socks before
I got to Gloria's.

In my excitement, I didn't check outside before leaving my house. For a
moment, I almost died of embarrassment. Coming up my driveway was the
mailman. I didn't dare move because of my noisy disposable diaper. He
handed me my mail and my prayers that he wouldn't look down at my sock
went unanswered. A gust of wind blew and I dropped one of my letters. He
glanced down and surely noticed my socks.

He looked back up at me and grinned. I didn't say a thing nor dared pick
up the letter, worried he would hear my diaper.

"You have a nice day," he said, suppressing a laugh.

I hesitated at Gloria's door for a moment, knowing that by coming to
her, I was giving up my old self of being a man. Could I ever go back
after she puts me in a dress?

Nothing about being a man had been good to me so far, alone in my house,
no prospects of meeting anyone in my future.

I rang the bell.

She had to have been watching through the window, because she
immediately opened the door. Without a word, she hugged me tightly,
lifting me from the ground and pulling me into her place.

"Are you going to be my little girl?" she whispered in my ear, squeezing
my butt, hearing the crinkle of the disposable diaper.

I nodded, afraid my voice might crack.

She carried me like a toddler into her bedroom.

"What do you think?" she asked, turning me around so I could see the
additions.

Even sitting here, writing my story in that room, I still get the
shivers looking at everything. She had to have spent a fortune, this in
itself telling me how serious she was in our special relationship.
Against the wall was a beautiful white crib, big enough for me. Matching
it was a changing table, stacks of diapers and plastic pants visible on
the shelves. In the opened white cabinet next to the changing table,
hung a bunch of wonderful dresses and rompers, so much lace and ruffles
that my eyes were overwhelmed. I started to say something, overwhelmed
by the money she spent, but a pacifier being stuck in my mouth stopped
my words.

I hugged her neck as she continued to carry me to the bathroom, where
the tub waited for me. This bath was something I'll always remember. The
bubbles and frequent oils filled the room with soft girl smells. The
last bits of my old identity fell away as she took off my clothes.
Clothes that never wanted to wear again. Before taking off my disposable
diaper, she sat down on a stool, holding me in her lap, rubbing the
plastic as she softly talked.

"Once, I put you in this tub you're mine," she said. "Everything in your
life will be controlled by mommy: what you wear, eat, when you sleep,
when your diaper is changed. After this you'll never use a toilet again,
unless mommy says you can, but even then, it will only be because you
have to act grownup for a reason."

I hugged her tightly, listening to her soft voice telling me how much
she loved me, how she would protect me, how all my worries were gone and
how mommy would take care of everything.

After a few minutes, she took off my diaper and lowered me into the hot,
fragrant bath. It felt wonderful, as if I'd slipped into a new world of
softness and comfort. My old life washed away in the water.

Gloria left me in the tub for a few minutes as she left the bathroom. I
leaned back, letting the warmth cover me. When she returned I opened my
eyes to a nice surprise.

"This will keep mommy from ruining her dress while giving her baby a
bath," she said. The only thing she wore was a transparent, pink apron.
It was long, like the old fashioned ones from the fifties. I couldn't
take me eyes of her large breast, pressed against the vinyl as she knelt
next to the tub, leaning over me, scrubbing me with a pink sponge. The
nipples pressed teased against my smooth skin. I wanted badly to nurse
them, but she kept pushing my mouth away. "You bad little girl," she
said. "Mommy will feed you after your bath."

To keep my mouth out of trouble, she filled it with a pacifier, which I
suc-kled with passion as she finished my bath.

She finally took me from the tub and dried me. She then rubbed lotion
into my skin to keep me baby soft. I wasn't allowed to walk, so she
carried me into the nursery corner of her bedroom and put me up on the
plastic covered changing table. I was on my back, naked, suc-king on a
pacifier, watching her get my diaper and plastic pants ready. Her body
was in complete view, only covered by the apron. It was nothing I ever
dreamed of in my fantasies.

I could see that she also was very excited. Her hands shook as she
pinned the fluffy new pink diaper tightly around my waist. After she
pulled my plastic pants on, she was almost in a frenzy. On the bed, I
saw a pink satin dress, petticoat, and black Mary Jane shoes waiting for
me. My heart fluttered in anticipation.

Gloria couldn't wait any longer. She took me to the bed, only clad in my
bulky diaper and plastic pants, and sat down, holding me like a baby,
one arm around my shoulders. She reached up and pulled the plastic strap
down from one shoulder, and pulled the apron down, exposing a wonderful
breast for me.

I spat out the pacifier and suc-ked earnestly on the enlarged nipple,
listening to her moan with pleasure as she rubbed my plastic pants.
Somehow, my right hand worked around the plastic apron and I started
playing with her mommy stuff. A loud moan came from mommy and her
breathing became hard. "You bad little girl," she panted. "Mommy might
have to spank you."

Suddenly, she cried out and arched her back, driving the nipple deeper
in my mouth and her mommy stuff at my hand. She came in shuddering
spasms and I came in my diaper.

[Deewet]

For almost a half of an hour, she held me as we laid together on the

bed, her in just the plastic apron, me in my diaper and plastic pants. I

drifted in and out of sleep, never wanting to leave this spot, thankful

to be diapered so I didn't have to get up to pee. I just let it dribble

from me whenever the slightest urge occurred.



"Are you wet?" she said, waking me from my slumber, pulling at the waist

of my plastic pants to check my diaper. "Not too bad, you can wait. I

want to get you into your pink dress."



In a few minutes, I stood in front of the mirror, stunned at the little

girl looking back at me. The pink satin dress was actually a sailor type

dress, with the color lined in white. The waist was high, across my

chest. The puffy sleeves made my already skinny arms look even smaller.

The hem only went down a little past my waist, leaving my diapered state

exposed. A diaper cover that matched the dress was over my plastic

pants. The diaper cover has rows of lace on the back. The lacy socks and

black Mary Jane shoes finished the outfit.



I trusted her completely and didn't argue when she took a bunch of

pictures. We watched some TV until dinner, which for me was eaten in the

high chair. She feed me little hot dogs and smashed peas. For desert,

she surprised me with a birthday cake. "This is the birth of our new

life together," she said.



I said nothing, seeing that I was suc-king on my ever-present pacifier.



After the cake, she took off my dress and changed my diaper, getting me

ready for bed. It was still early, but for some reason, I was sleepy.



The diaper for bedtime was super thick, with two soakers making it

impossible for me to keep my legs from being spread apart. The diaper

was cute, being pink with little animals. I was surprised when she

didn't put any plastic pants over the diapers and was even more

surprised when I saw what I'd be wearing to bed.



Obviously, she had been busy buying stuff off the web without me. First,

she took my hands and pushed them into tight, small fist. Over my fist,

she fitted thick rubber mittens on me, securing them around my wrists

with attached straps. This made my hands useless without being bound

together. Next, she had me stand while she pulled a thick plastic bag

down over me, but it wasn't a bag. At the end was an opening and a hood.

She tied the cord for the hood tightly under my chin.



She lifted me and put me in the baby bed. The end of bag had a zipper,

which when closed, locked me in my plastic sleeping bag. Now I saw why

she didn't bother with the plastic pants. The bag would protect the bed,

plus the mattress was cover with a plastic sheet.



The plastic bag gave me some room to move my arms and legs, but it was

shorter than me, so my legs couldn't be straightened. There was no way I

could get out of bed, when she pulled up the railing.



"I'll be back with a bottle for you later," she said, turning off the

lights except for a small nightlight over the changing table.



Even now, I'm put into that sleeping bag several times a week.



I wasn't at all sleepy. Helplessly, I moved around in the bag, the

plastic and rubber making a lot of noise. I kept thinking about what I'd

submitted to and how far did Gloria planned to take this. I really

didn't know anything about her except she was a lesbian and had a mean

lover.



This made me a little frightened. What if Sammy came back and found me

in this bag? What would she do to me? It seemed clear that Gloria

couldn't help protect me.