My Neighbor -My mommy

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My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 10

Author: Deewet, Mar/22/2005 12:00:02 [-04]



      With no clocks, I have no idea how long it was before Gloria came back

      into the room. She had to wake me since I had finally dozed off. While I

      was in my bed, securely in my plastic bag, she had changed into mommy

      clothes: a flower print dress, high heels and a blond wig done in a

      sixties type style.



      My skin was wet in the plastic bag from the trapped body heat. When she

      picked me up out of the crib, the plastic clung to my wet diaper.



      The wet diaper worried me a little because I didn’t remember wetting. Had

      I wet while sleeping?



      She sat us down in a large lounger and began feeding me a bottle of warm

      milk, me still helpless with my mitten hands inside the plastic sleeping

      bag. I watched her blue eyes as I suc-ked from the bottle, loving her more

      with each minute. In her arms, I really felt like a child, dependent on

      her mother for everything.



      “I hope this is what you want?” she said to me. “This is so special to me.

      I really don’t want to let you ever grow up. Is that okay with mommy’s

      girl. Does she always want to by mommy’s baby all snug in her cute

      diapers, wearing lovely dresses, drinking her bottles.”



      I nodded my head why I suc-ked the milk from the bottle, the action of

      suc-king the rubber nipple in itself being a great comfort to me. After I

      finished the milk, she gave me another bottle of juice. I don’t remember

      finishing that bottle since I fell asleep in her arms.



      Now I know she puts muscle relaxers in my formula to make me sleep, but

      that first time, I felt my arms and legs drift away as I suc-ked on the

      bottle, listening to my mommy gently sing, drifting off to a deep sleep.



      I awoke to a hand caressing my cheek. Slowly I open my eyes, expecting to

      see my mommy, but instead, I saw Sammy.



      “Wake up little one,” she cooed.



      I wanted to flee, but in my bag and crib that wouldn’t happen. Sammy was

      dressed in a man’s suit, with a white shirt and tie. In her hand, she held

      a large wooden paddle.



      With the grogginess from the drugs, I felt in a dream state, not really

      awake.



      “Don’t bother calling out for mommy,” she warned me, ready my mind,

      because I was going to call out for her. “She’s tied up at the moment.”



      I looked over to the bed and saw Gloria, lying face down on the bed, her

      wrist tightly bound behind her back with white rope. Her ankles were

      secured to the bedposts by white rope. The flower dress was pulled up to

      expose her bare ass, her old lady pink panties pulled down.



      “Mommy needs to be punished by daddy,” said Sammy. “She need to remember

      who wears the pants in this relationship.”



      Gloria looked over at me, a wide leather strap locked around her mouth,

      holding in a gag.



      I was scared to death, bound in my plastic bag. I’d never thought about

      being spanked and I didn’t know if I could stand watching her get a

      spanking. What a miserable excuse for a man I was, in diapers, not being

      able to help my mommy.



      The first slap on her cheeks made me jump and cry out, losing my pacifier.

      A red mark showed brightly on her pale skin.



      Gloria squirmed against the ropes after each spank, muffled moans coming

      her gagged mouth. I wanted to cry for Sammy to stop, but I was too afraid

      to say anything. Like a little sissy, I cried as she reddened Gloria’s

      butt.



      Finally finished, she staggered over to the crib, leaning on the rails,

      looking down at me. “You’ll get the same if you disobey daddy,” she said,

      slurry the words. I realized she was drunk.



      Sammy left the room, leaving Gloria bound and gagged on the bed, her soft

      cries muffled by the gag.



I had to break up your post that was several megs in size! If more than a few people would have clicked on it at the same time (this is a very high traffic board) it would have crashed the entire board & server. The server can handle large files, but cannot handle lots clicking on large files all at once. So I spead it out over NINE posts -Betty-

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My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 11

Author: Deewet, Mar/24/2005 11:20:29 [-04]



      Thanks for the comments on the story.



      Despite being left helpless in my crib with Gloria bound to the bed,

      crying from her sharp spanking and the fear of what Sammy might do to me,

      the drugs in my bottle made it impossible for me to stay awake. My next

      moment of being aware of anything happened when Gloria awoke me. The room

      was bright with warm sunshine and she was all smiles, dressed a short

      white cotton skirt, low-neck tee shirt, and protected again in a plastic

      apron. It was as if last night hadn’t occurred and I really thought I

      might have just been dreaming the whole spanking episode.



      She carried me to the bathroom where another wonderful bath awaited me.

      She unzipped the bottom of my sleeping bag and pulled it over my head.



      “Oh dear,” she said, looking at the rash on the inside of my thighs. “We’d

      better not go without plastic pants next time.”



      The wet diaper, without the plastic pants to protect my smooth thighs, has

      irritated the skin, making it a bright red. It hurt at first when she put

      me in the hot bath.



      After fifteen minutes of pure bliss; being washed with a soft rag, being

      shaved to remove the very light growth on my face during the night, she

      helped me out of the tub, the spanking a faded memory. Everything was how

      I wanted it to be; Me and my mommy having a beautiful morning together.



      “Do you have to go home for anything?” she asked me.



      It felt funny using my voice after the long hours of being silent. Yes, I

      told her, I did have a few things to take care off – mainly taking care of

      some paperwork and calling my real mother.



      I was surprised when she put a disposable diaper on me instead of a thick

      cloth one. I was even more surprised when I saw what she had out for me to

      wear.



      Instead of baby wear, she had older clothes for me, clothes that a girl of

      maybe thirteen or fourteen would wear to a catholic school. The skirt was

      a red plaid and the cotton white blouse had a wide Peter Pan collar lines

      in the same red plaid. The blouse buttoned up the back.



      “We’re going out today,” she said. “I don’t think you could get away with

      one of your lovely baby dresses so today you’ll be a young teenager,” she

      said, patting my disposable diaper, “except most girls don’t have a diaper

      hidden under their skirt.”



      I wasn’t ready to go out in public with this. “I’ll never get away with

      it.”



      She laughed, holding up a training bra. “You’re as little as a thirteen

      year old. No one will notice, in fact, I bet you attract some boy’s eyes.”



      The whole thought of going out in public dressed as a girl made my stomach

      flutter and I swear, I felt my pen-is and balls shrink as she put the

      training bra on me. “I’m not sure how big we should make your breast. I’m

      thinking just little girl buds.”



      In a few minutes, I was dressed in a plaid skirt, white blouse, white

      tights over my diaper and saddle shoes. She wouldn’t let me look in the

      mirror until she brushed out my hair and put it in a ponytail, tied with a

      red ribbon.



      I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was right. I looked like a young girl

      in schoolgirl clothes. The only thing was my noisy diaper under my tights

      might tell someone that something was different about me.



      “We have a busy day,” Gloria told me. “Let’s get you some breakfast, you

      go over to your place and take care of things, and then we can go get your

      hair done and ears pierced.”



      My eyes must have opened wide with fear for she hugged me. “Don’t worry,

      this will be a wonderful day for us. I’ll treat you like the most

      wonderful mommy.”



      I almost cried out when we got to the kitchen. Sitting at the table was

      Sammy, wearing man’s pajamas, reading a newspaper. Everything last night

      had really happened.



      She lowered the paper and smiled. “Good morning, Amanda,” she said.



      “She named you, Amanda, last night,” said Gloria.



      Although I was dressed older, Gloria put me in the high chair and tied a

      bib around my neck.



      ‘I can’t believe how cute you are,” said Sammy, her voice deep, but not

      menacing.



      I couldn’t look at her, she scared me so much.



      Sammy seemed nice, but not doubt, the one who wore the pants. Gloria made

      sure Sammy’s coffee was fresh and was quiet as she fed me oatmeal. She

      cleaned up while I drank juice from my bottle.



      The whole scene made me feel like a little girl with my mom and dad.



      Later, going over to my house, in a skirt and tights, terrified me. I

      stood at the Gloria’s door for a few moments, until she whispered to me.

      “Just hurry over there. No one will know it’s really you.”



      I really didn’t agree with her. I might not look like my male self, but I

      was still the same little size.



      The walk down her steps and back up mine, seemed like miles. Two cars

      drove by while I fumbled with the lock on my front door. I almost fell in

      the doorway, and quickly closed the door. I leaned against the door,

      catching my breath.



      It felt so strange being in my house in a skirt. This was a big turning

      point in my submission. My male clothes were waiting in my bedroom. I

      could change from these schoolgirl clothes and go back to my old life.



      I didn’t.



      My place has big windows with no curtains since I loved sunlight. This

      made it a problem, since I was clearly visible to the outside world,

      dressed like a little girl.



      I decided not to care. I sat at the kitchen table and called my real

      mother. Out conversation is a blur to me now, since I could keep from

      looking at my legs and skirt, or playing with my ponytail. Mother did get

      excited when I told her I met someone. I’m sure that excitement would have

      been more subdued if she new that someone was my new mommy.

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My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 12
Author: Deewet, Mar/28/2005 08:24:58 [-04]

      Gloria couldn’t stand me being out her sight for long and I’d just hung up
      the phone when my doorbell rang.

      “Are you ready to go?” she asked me, carrying a large bag that left no
      doubt it was a diaper bag. “Mommy’s got everything we need for our special
      day pack in here.”

      I nodded yes and she took my hand, leading me out of my place to a nice
      BMW, where Sammy waited behind the wheel. From the sidewalk, she looked
      like a man driving the car.

      Gloria helped me into the backseat and made sure my seatbelt was secured.
      Before leaving me to get in her seat in the front, next to daddy, she
      lifted my skirt and pulled out my tights in the front to check the color
      strip on the diaper. It was blue, showing I had wet myself.

      “I’ll change you after the beauty shop.”

      She got in the front seat and gave Sammy a kiss. I couldn’t believe how
      much they looked like a couple and me their daughter in the back seat. As
      Sammy pulled away from the curb, Gloria reached back and put a pacifier in
      my mouth. “You can’t have that outside the car,” she said to me, using a
      voice mothers used when talking to their baby’s, “but inside, it will help
      baby relax.”

      I tried to look away from the windows so no one would see me suc-king on a
      pacifier like a baby – I know, a silly worry seeing I was a man dressed as
      a little girl, wearing a wet diaper – but then this was all new to me and
      very scary.

      The beauty shop was not one of those in a strip mall, but a renovated old
      house in the artsy district.

      “Do they know I’m not a girl?” I asked Gloria.

      She didn’t answer me and Sammy turned to glower. “Amanda has earn a
      spanking later,” said Gloria. “She knows that little girls don’t ask
      grownups questions.”

      The word spanking and the look on her face as I was scolded, frightened me
      enough that I peed in my diaper.

      A group of teenage guys were hanging outside a video store when we got of
      the car. For the first time, I experience what it feels like to be a girl
      stared at by boys. I didn’t dare look at them as I walked by, hoping they
      couldn’t hear the plastic sounds coming from my tights rubbing against my
      diaper.

      The shop was crowded with women and their daughters. This was a place
      specializing in little girls. Gloria gave them my name and we sat on a
      nice soft couch. The only problem was the way the couch was made I
      couldn’t touch the floor when I sat back. Gloria gave me a teen magazine
      to look at, which I pressed on my lap to help keep my short schoolgirl
      skirt flat, hoping no one could look up the skirt and see my diaper. I
      also sat as still as possible because of the noise any movement made.

      I worried what would happen if any of these mothers realized I was a
      twenty-eight year old man. Probably I’d be arrested, my life ruined. My
      stomach felt sick at the thought of being put in a jail cell looking like
      this. I’d get beaten up or raped by the others in my cell.

      I flipped the pages of the magazine, not seeing the pictures, just wishing
      I wasn’t here. What would Gloria do if I walked out? How would I get home
      looking like this?

      “Amanda?” called out a pretty girl from behind the counter.

      “Right here,” said Gloria.

      I got up from the couch, carefully, trying to minimize the noise from the
      plastic. The walk back to the chair seemed forever, my diaper sounding
      magnified.

      The pretty girl put a pink plastic cover over me, snapping it around my
      neck. While Gloria and her talked about my hair, the girl’s fingers played
      with my hair, fluffy it out.

      “We usually don’t like to die hair this young,” said the girl.

      Gloria motioned the girl away from me and whispered something in her ear.
      I saw money exchange hands and when the girl glanced back at me, I could
      tell she now knew my secret.

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My Neighbor - My Mommy Part 13

Author: Deewet, Apr/4/2005 06:08:50 [-04]



      I felt my manhood completely slip away, sitting there, dressed as a little

      girl, diapered under my white tights, as Gloria talked about me. Soon an

      older woman joined their discussion, the pretty younger girl continually

      glancing over at me, sitting mute on the chair.



      The woman owned the shop and some decision was made, without my input of

      course, since I was just a child to them.



      During their lady talk about me, a rumbling had started low in my stomach

      and I felt pressure on my bowels, a pressure unlike I’d felt before. It

      took on my focus at that point to not soil my diapers, which would

      complete my humiliation.



      The girl came back to me and helped my from the chair, leaving the pink

      plastic apron over me. She smiled at me and told me how cute I was.

      “You’re so cute, you make me jealous,” she said.



      Her attention produced a combination of humiliation and excitement. I was

      usually invisible to girls like her. They were on the look out for big

      jocks, not guys shorter than them.



      She lead me and Gloria to another room, all the while, each step --besides

      being noisy because of my plastic diaper – threatened to make me loose

      control and soil my diaper.



      I almost made it down the short flight of steps to another part of the

      beauty parlor, when I lost the battle. Loudly, I uncontrollably filled my

      diaper, making the girl stop in disbelief. The poop was completely runny,

      like I was peeing out the back.



      “Amanda!” said Gloria in a scolding tone.



      “Did she just go in her diaper?”



      “I’m terribly sorry,” said Gloria. “That’s why she always has to be

      diapered. The poor dear can’t control herself.”



      Tears of shame ran down my cheek. I really didn’t care if she saw me

      crying, after all, she just heard me fill my diaper like an infant, not

      the school girl I was dressed as in the stairwell. Gloria, thankfully,

      hugged me tightly, telling me that everything was okay. She’d change me

      and the nice girl would do my hair. She told me it wasn’t my fault, that I

      should never be ashamed of losing control.



      While, she hugged me, I uncontrollably wetted my diaper and I felt more

      leak from my behind. I cried more for my loss of control. Had there been

      something in the bottles Gloria gave me to drink? Did I really have to

      wear a diaper not just for fun?



      The girl, who I had to call Miss Nancy, directed Gloria to a bathroom

      where I could be changed.



      In the bathroom, Gloria pulled out a rubber sheet from the diaper bag and

      laid it out of the floor. I obediently got on the sheet, on my back, my

      legs bent, ready to be have my diaper changed.



      Gloria gave me a bottle to drink as she pulled down my white tights,

      taking them down to my ankles to make sure they stayed clean. “Oh, good,”

      she said. “Nothing leaked.”



      The smell was bad, but it didn’t seem to bother Gloria as she cleaned me

      up while I suc-ked on the bottle.



      There was a knock on the door. It was Miss Nancy.



      “Come on in,” said Gloria, whose face shined with excitement. Oh my, I

      thought, this is really turning her on, humiliating me in front of a

      pretty girl younger than me.



      Miss Nancy came in and stared down at me, my skirt pulled up and me fully

      exposed, waiting to be diapered. I felt my manhood shrivel to be invisible

      when she said, “No wonder you keep him dressed as a little girl, he’s

      tiny.”



      Miss Nancy carried something in a bag. “I ran down the street to a special

      store,” she told Gloria. “I thought this might help prevent any future

      accidents while she is in my chair.”



      They turned away so I didn’t see what was in the bag, but Gloria sounded

      excited. “This will be perfect. I was already thinking about getting one

      of these for trips outside.”



      “It’s my little treat, but you have to promise that I can come baby sit

      for her.”



      “Get on your hands and knees,” commanded Gloria.



      Submissively I did as ordered. Miss Nancy pushed my head down to the

      rubber sheet, which raised my rear end toward the two females. I can’t

      think of a more vulnerable position that you can find yourself in.



      I cried out a little when something wet and slippery was spread into my

      rear hole.



      “Give her this,” said Gloria.



      Miss Nancy pushed a pacifier in my mouth.



      Now, having a butt plug in me, feels comforting, but I was virgin that

      first time in the beauty shop bathroom and when Gloria pushed it past my

      hole entrance, I cried out despite the pacifier. It felt as if I was being

      ripped apart.



      “Press this button and it seals,” said Miss Nancy.



      I felt the plug swell.



      “Try pushing it out, Amanda.”



      I didn’t have to try. My body wanted to expel the invader, but nothing

      happened. I was securely plugged.



      “This is so wonderful,” said Gloria. “You need to thank Miss Nancy.”



      I could barely catch my breath; let alone talk. It felt as if I had to

      take a giant poop.



      They turned me over and taped me tightly in a new diaper. Miss Nancy

      pulled up my tights.



      While I thought walking in thick diapers made you toddle, it was nothing

      compared to walking with a butt plug jammed up you. The rubber plug teased

      my colon with each step and I felt weak at the knees. Gloria helped me

      walk or I’d surely had fallen.

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My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 14
Author: deewet, Apr/4/2005 17:38:28 [-04]

      Miss Nancy led us back down the steps and into a different part of the
      place. Although we were at a lower level, the room was at the street level
      behind the shop. There were two beauty shop chairs in the bright room with
      huge windows toward the street.

      “This is better equipped to change Amanda’s hair,” said Miss Nancy.

      My butt plug pushed up farther when she had me sit in the chair. I must
      have let loose a little squeal because she and Gloria laughed. “I think
      she likes having something in her,” commented Miss Nancy.

      “She’s full of surprises,” said Gloria, leaving me alone in the shop as
      she went to run some errands with Sammy.

      I’ve always loved having someone touch my hair because my scalp is very
      sensitive. Miss Nancy’s fingers were wonderful and I loved every minute of
      her dying and changing my hair. It also made things easier that I could be
      worked on without any interruptions to go to the bathroom.

      Sometime in the long process, another pretty woman came downstairs to see
      us, catching me nursing a bottle of juice while waiting for something to
      set in my hair. She’d heard about a sissy being turned into a pretty
      little girl.

      “Look at this,” said Miss Nancy, lifting my skirt to show the girl my
      diaper.

      “Is it wet?”

      “She’s also plugged to keep her from having any smelly accidents.”

      “You put a butt plug in her?”

      “Don’t believe me?” Miss Nancy lowered my skirt and started pushing me
      around on the chair, making the butt plug massage me inside. “Watch her
      face.”

      I couldn’t help myself, it felt too erotic and I closed my eyes, moaning
      around the nipple on my bottle.

      The girl cried out with glee. “I can’t believe this is really a man under
      those clothes.”

      “No one will ever think she’s a man again after I’m done with her hair.”

      “Where did her mommy go?”

      Miss Nancy laughed. “She said she had some dresses to pick up at the Post
      Office.”

      The girl took my right hand. “Look how little her hands are. Mine are
      bigger.”

      “They match the midget pen-is she has.”

      Like my whole life, I was being ridiculed by good looking women, but this
      time it didn’t bother me like in the past. Being made into a little girl
      by them seemed to change things and for the first time in my life, being
      little had it’s advantages. I was being fused and made over by women
      normally way out of my league.

      The girl was actually a manicurist and she had come to do my nails. I was
      to call her Miss Linda.

      For the next thirty minutes, the two chatted, ignoring me as if it were a
      child in the chair. Gloria came back carrying a dress in a plastic bag.
      She had also brought shoes and a few other things. “Oh my god,” she said
      at seeing me. “She’s beautiful.”

      They hadn’t let me look in a mirror so I wasn’t sure how I looked, but
      from Gloria’s expression, it had to be good.

      “I thought you girls might like to see her in her girly dress,” said
      Gloria.

      “Only if we can put her in it,” said Miss Nancy.

      After a few finishing touches, the girls took me to a back room.

      They stripped me down, all the while, marveling about how little and
      hairless I was. “I’d kill for skin this soft,” said Miss Linda.

      In the bag, Gloria had packed a fluffy cloth diaper and rumba pants lined
      with plastic. The girls decided to change me from disposables to the cloth
      diaper and panties.

      “Oh, look how cute it is,” said Miss Linda when Miss Nancy pulled down the
      front on my diaper. Embarrassingly, I had a full erection and it still
      looked small. “And it’s trying to act like a man. Watch this,” said Miss
      Linda as she bent over and put me in her mouth. “It’s so little I can
      still talk with it in my mouth.”

      Despite being made to be a girl, I was still excited and uncontrollably I
      became coming in her mouth. “Oh no,” she said, spitting me out of her
      lips. “The little baby is coming.”

      Instead of a rocking orgasm, the c-um just seemed to leak from me. Miss
      Nancy took my pacifier and placed it so that I coated it with my juices. I
      wanted no part of what was coming next, but unfortunately, I was in no
      condition to resist.

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My Neighbor -- My Mommy Part 15

Author: Deewet, Apr/6/2005 12:16:50 [-04]



      “Don’t do that to her,” said Miss Linda, stopping the c-um dripping

      pacifier inches from my mouth. “That’s gross.”



      “Dressed like this, she’d better get used to the taste,” replied Miss

      Nancy as she pushed the pacifier into my mouth.



      I first started to gag, but Miss Nancy held the pacifier in place, telling

      me to suc-k it off or she’d think of something worse for me. “It’s a

      acquired taste,” she said, “but once you get used to it, you crave having

      it shot down your throat. I know I do.”



      Obeying her because I was helpless not to, I suc-ked hard on the rubber

      teat of the pacifier as Miss Nancy expertly powdered me and pinned on the

      thick diaper. I lifted up my hips so she could pull the ruffled, plastic

      lined panties over the diaper.



      They removed my bra for the baby blue dress that must have cost a fortune.

      It was made of bridal satin with rows of layered ruffles along the bottom

      of the short skirt. It felt like a soft cloud as I stepped into the dress

      and they pulled it up for me to put in my skinny arms. When they zipped up

      the back, the dress fit so perfectly, I knew it had been made for me. Next

      they had me step into the petticoat and it made my dress stand out so far

      I couldn’t see my feet when I stood. I was sure my diapered bottom was in

      full view. A sash tied around the back into a huge bow.



      After they put on my ruffled socks and black Mary Jane shoes, they paraded

      me out for Gloria to see her baby, all dressed up.



      “I don’t know what to say,” said Gloria, tears running down her cheeks.

      They moved me over to a full length mirror. I was speechless, not just

      because of the pacifier, but from looking at the girl staring out at me.

      All traces of the old me were gone. I could walk up to my real mother and

      she would know it was me. My hair was golden blond and cut to look like

      Alice in Wonderland, which was appropriate because I was surely in

      wonderland. I absolutely loved the way I looked and loved being seen by

      the women in the shop.



      Like a little girl, I swirled around in my dress to face my mommy. Gloria

      gave me a big hug and thanked Miss Nancy.



      “You have to let me baby sit,” Miss Nancy reminded Gloria.



      “How about tomorrow night,” Gloria said. “I’m going out.”



      Miss Linda came over and bent down to look at my ears. “She needs to get

      these pierced.”



      “That’s our next stop,” said Gloria.



      “We could take her down to the piercing shop at the end of the block,”

      said Miss Linda. “They do a great job and we could take her dressed like

      this. It would blow the mind of the girl who runs the shop.”



      Gloria took my chin in her hand. “You ready to go outside in your pretty

      dress?”



      In my current appearance, I wasn’t afraid to go outside. Who cared who saw

      me? It was like being put in a totally different body, and with my little

      size, no one would ever guess I was a man.



      “Wait,” said Miss Nancy. “Her gloves.”



      To top off my girlie outfit, Miss Nancy put lacy white gloves on my hands.



      I walked out of the shop, between Miss Nancy and Miss Linda, holding their

      hands, the thick diaper and butt plug making it impossible to walk fast.

      The street wasn’t busy, but had enough traffic to get stares over at us,

      expecially because the pacifier remained in my mouth. When we came to the

      corner, Gloria picked me up to carry me across the street, her arms lost

      in my petticoats, the breeze blowing around my bare thighs.



      The piercing place was all leather and steel, including everyone in the

      place. Me in my satin dress with ruffles stood out in the shop like a girl

      in a boys locker room. Everyone stopped to look at me.



      “She needs her ears pierced,” said Nancy to the overweight lady, squeezed

      into a leather dress, standing behind the counter.



      “I’d like to pierce more than just her ears,” said a huge man beside her.



      “Is she diapered?” asked a skinny girl, pierced in every imaginable place

      on her body.



      Miss Nancy patted my diapered behind, making the butt plug move. “Little

      thing has no control. Without the diaper she’d ruin her new dress.”



      “And what a lovely dress,” commented the girl.



      I could tell that no one had any idea I wasn’t a girl. Most probably, they

      all thought I was Gloria’s girl lover, which excited me.



      They sat me on a leather stool, too high for my short legs, so my feet

      swung in the air while the woman pierced me ears. For earrings, she used

      silver ones shaped as baby bottles.



      All the while I sat their, three guys dressed in black leather watched,

      the lust obvious in their eyes. Despite my earlier misgivings on having

      Sammy’s rubber pen-is in my mouth, I began to fantasize how it would be to

      kneel in front of one of them, dressed in my satin, suc-king on a big

      pen-is.

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      My chances of walking around as my normal self from two days ago was

      getting tougher since instead of one earring in each ear, Gloria had the

      woman put in two holes in each ear. I might have explained one hole in

      each ear to people but two in each ear.



      Although I was small, I really hadn’t been a sissy before, but then,

      wearing a little girl dress in front of everyone, wetting my diaper, tears

      came from the pain of the piercing.



      Missy Nancy surprised me by unzipping the back of my dress. I had no idea

      what they were planning when Gloria then pulled my arms from the sleeves

      and exposed my breastless chest. If the guys in leather had thought I was

      a girl, it was blown by this exposure. I dared to look up at them and

      surprisingly, saw they were even more excited.



      I jumped when the woman rubbed alcohol on my nipples. Oh, no, I realized

      what they were going to do. Endorphins rushed through my blood and I tried

      to stand. Gloria nodded to two of the leather guys and they came over to

      hold me down. I started protesting, begging Gloria not to do this to me.



      “We have something on the bondage wall to help you,” the woman said to

      Gloria.



      Miss Nancy hurried away and came back with purple vinyl wrist restraints.

      The hands of the men were extremely strong and I was helpless to resist

      Miss Nancy as she strapped the restraints around my thin wrists. They fit

      like a second skin, the vinyl tight on my wrists as she connected the

      restraints in front on me with a short chain.



      “I don’t want this,” I cried. Someone reached over and pushed a pen-is gag

      in my opened mouth, muffling my whining.



      The pain was quick but my embarrassment was extreme. One of the guys

      messaged my shoulder as silent tears rolled down my cheeks. Pee leaked

      into my diaper.



      One thing I really like about wearing diapers is the ability to wet at

      anytime, around people standing around you, but didn’t know you were going

      to the bathroom.



      They finished with my nipples and pulled the top of my dress back up.

      After I was zipped up, they removed the gag but left my wrist bounded in

      front of me. When Gloria paid for everything, I saw that she was taking

      the pen-is gag. No doubt, I’d be wearing it again, probably that night.



      The walk back to the beauty shop seemed to take forever, me trying to not

      let people see the wrist restraints.



      Back in the shop, they removed the restraints and I was changed back into

      my schoolgirl clothes, but kept in the thick cloth diapers. The bulk of

      the diapers made it impossible to put on the tights so I was kept in the

      ruffled socks. While before, it was possible for people not to know I was

      diapered under the skirt, the cloth diaper bulkiness left no doubt. I

      could also see how I could sit down without exposing my ruffled panties.



      Everything was set for Miss Nancy to baby-sit me “We’ll do something

      special,” she said, making me cringe



      The reaction of Sammy when we stepped out of the shop to her waiting car

      was priceless. She seemed speechless at my transformation. I felt like a

      pretty girl and loved the admiration in her eyes.



      We got carryout food and headed to the lake for a picnic. Of course, my

      picnic lunch was baby food and a bottle to drink. We had found a very

      private spot and while I laid on a blanket, drinking my bottle, Gloria and

      Sammy played with each other. They had taken off my skirt, leaving my

      diaper state completely expose. Gloria had switched my plastic pants to a

      translucent pink pair, my wet diaper clearly showing under the plastic. I

      loved the way the diaper pins showed and the noise when I moved my legs.

      Like a baby, I had them bent in the air as I moved them. Being out in the

      open like this was so exciting.



      Sammy and Gloria found this exciting also and soon my bottle was taken

      away and I serviced both of them, bringing them to hard climaxes. I, too,

      came as Gloria rubbed the back of my diaper, moving the butt plug still

      inside me.