John felt the warm seaman in his diaper. His mind was still a bit of a haze from the intense dream he had. He sat In bed for a few minutes waking up and thinking of the dream as he felt the warm gooey mess start to cool and dry. He looked at the clock and knew his mother would soon come into his bedroom, he was to awake to go back to bed so he just had to sit in his messy creamy diaper.
15 minutes later John’s mother walked right in. She never knocked anymore. She pulled open the blinds with a bright chipper smile “Happy thanksgiving sweetheart. Time to get up. We have a lot to get done today.” She pulled the blankets off him. She pulled down his plastic panties and started to unpin his diaper. He winced knowing his mother was going to find the left overs of his wet dream. As she pealed open the diaper and looked towards his crotch, She made a puzzled face at first but then noticed the white ?residue in his? pubic hair. She smiled a awkward smile realizing what her teenage son had done. “Oh my” she held back a giggle. John’s face went red, he turned his head knowing he couldn’t face his mother. “It’s ok sweetie. It’s very normal for teenage boys to have wet dreams. Good thing we had a diaper on you or i would have to be doing the sheets as well. Maybe if you ever kick this bed wetting habit i might have to leave you diapers to protect you from the wet dreams” she said as she was laughing while cleaning the white discharge. She could clearly see her son was humiliated but this was to funny not to laugh at. She soon cleaned him up. He was soon naked as she went over to his panties drawer (formally his underwear drawer) ??
She pulled out several types of panties, John noticed there seemed to be more pairs then he remembered. She settled on a white nylon full bottom pair. They had a lacy flora pattern sewed into them but they were just frilly granny panties. She pulled the waist band up passed his belly button as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Ok deer, put your tights, shoes and dress on and I’ll meet you in the kitchen” his mom told him as she left the room. He slid his tights up his long skinny legs thinking how this was becoming normal. How just last year he would spend all day watching football and now he’s cooking in a dress for his mother. He stepped into the shoes which of course was a perfect fit and then put on his dress. The outfit was ugly and old fashioned. He grabbed the front of his skirt and clutched it with shame and ? embarrassment. He took one last look at himself which caused him to hang his head and headed down stairs to start dinner.
Before they started she gave him a new frilly floria apron which matched hers “team work sweetie”! The next few hours went by like a flash. He was cooking all day with his mother. He didn’t have a moment to rest before she gave him a new order. At 12:30 he was finally done and could take a break. He was actually happy he cleaned the house for hours yesterday knowing he couldn’t get asked to do that again. “I told the stalls to come around 1:30 pm for a 2:00 pm dinner, hmmmm that should give me enough time with you” she said confidently. “Enough time for what”? John asked. “Sweetie, this is a big day, you want me to look good. I want to do your hair and make up. It will be so much fun, come here, let’s go to my bathroom.” Before he could protest he was pushed into her bathroom and seated on her toilet and she started brushing his hair. He knew his complaints would be ignored so he just sat there as she brushed away.
He looked down as his leather dress shoes as he felt his mom pull and tug at his hair. He soon felt some kind d of fabric be tied up as well. She soon opened up her make up kit and went to town on John. She barked commands at him like “pout” “eyes up” “suc-k in your cheek bones” as she made up his pale face. “It takes a lot of time to look good sweet heart. Remember that”. After what felt like all day she sweetly said “Done” as she stepped away from the mirror so he could look at himself. John was fearing this moment.
His dirty blonde hair was tied up with blue ribbons on either side of his hair in two short bunches. His lips were a lite shade of red, pink cheeks and blue eye shadow. He didn’t look like a baby or dance recital girl, but looked more like a 12 year old with her first make up kid. He looks childish yet older. He actually smiled because he was relieved it didn’t look silly. His mother noticed the smile which excited her “I knew you would love it”. He wanted to tell her he hated it but much like everything in his life he just accepted it. “Ok I’m going to do my final touches. If the Stalls come early I want you to greet them with a warm greeting. Just act the way you do when you clean the house. Be in house keeper mode”. He nodded and heading downstairs to wait for em.
He was in the family room when he noticed
things like the coasters and magazines weren’t tidy enough for him. He soon started to fix them when he would noticed other things that seemed out of place. Before he knew it he was cleaning the whole room. He fell right into his normal position of house cleaner. He was fluffing the pillows and wanted to get his feather duster when he heard the door bell ring. He stressed a bit but just remembered they have seen him in worse. He trotted to the front door and greeted the Stalls who had a large smile on there faces. He noticed both of them were In pants and nice sweaters. “Ohhh Johnny that’s such a lovely dress. I remember I wore that to Easter when I was 10 years old. It looks stunning on you” Susan mockingly said. “Im sorry to say this Susan But it looks better on him” they both laughed. John just forced an awkward smile as he collected both of there coats and hung them in the hall closet.
He ushered them into the living room just as his mom was walking down the stairs. She was also dressed In pants, heels and a smart blouse. “Oh great everyone is here, Barb, Susan take a seat and relax. Tell John what you want to drink and he will go fetch it for you.” Susan smiled deeply looking at John who was the only one in the house wearing a dress. Susan asked for a coke, Barb and Janet both asked for a glass of white wine. “And Sweetie, make sure you put your apron on, the pies should be done any minute and I don’t want your dress to get anything on it” she told John as he stepped into the kitchen to serve his mom and guests.
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