Cloth Diapers & Panties

All right! Here we go with the next chapter of GBtR, but first, the reply:   No plan is foolproof, true. And I'd think a new apartment is in that deal. And the client is very, very well-informed. And now, the chapter:   -   Chapter Four: Summer (Even Though It's Really Spring) Love   -   The night of the heist was a week-and-half later. Stolas Goetia’s mansion and the greenhouse had been cased to the absolute last room, the infiltration had been done without a single hitch, the operation had been plotted out to the minute detail.   And there’s still a lot of potential for things to go completely wrong, Millie thought to herself.   She was disguised in a maid’s outfit, completely unarmed, as she needed to be inside the Goetia mansion; the weapons they needed had been planted in a specific room after the interview she and Moxxie had both done with one of the imp butlers for extra staff, where hopefully nobody would find it.   I.M.P. found out that Stolas was hosting damn near every Goetia at the mansion that night. Apparently, it was to satisfy his social butterfly of a wife; he was only there because custom dictated that he should be there.   There was also apparently an eighteen-year-old daughter Stolas and his wife had that Stolas personally doted on, which shocked them; they had thought he was gay, but apparently, he needed an heir like Goetia tended to have. Loona had been the one to find that out, and she hadn’t said much of anything other than that…or even talked after that period. Millie thought she had an idea why the teenager was being so withdrawn when it came to that subject, but she wasn’t going to be the first to say anything.   They each had their roles: Moxxie was a waiter, Millie was a maid, Loona was hired for extra security (and she was going to do the actual theft, which Millie was concerned about), and Blitz…Blitz was the distraction for the party.   They had all arrived at the party, the van that Blitz owned taking them to the place (with Millie as the eventual getaway driver after the festivities were done), when Loona spoke for the first time in five days.   “Millie, can I talk to you?” the teen hellhound asked quietly, looking at Moxxie with a look of distrust.   Millie looked at Moxxie and said, “We’ll be out soon, Moxx.”   The male imp seemed to have a pep in his step after the nickname, straightened the bowtie on his immaculate butler outfit, and exited the van.   “What do you want to talk about?” Millie asked the hellhound politely.   “I…” The teenager seemed to go quiet instantly, and the imp, seeing the nervousness, decided to take the plunge.   “Hun, it’s about the Goetia girl, isn’t it?” Millie coaxed.   Loona’s eyes widened, and then, to the female imp’s shock, started to cry like a young child as she curled up in a ball and sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m not supposed to like girls as well as guys, I’m horrible-”   “No, you’re not,” Millie said kindly, realizing that the poor girl must’ve grown up in a completely homophobic place in Hell. “Listen, hun, there’s nothing wrong with love. You find the Goetia girl pretty, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of with that; if I was your age and attracted to women, I’d think the same thing.”   “But I, she said…” Loona immediately bit her lip until blood drew, mixing with her tears.   “She’s wrong. Look, Blitz, your dad-”   “He’s not my dad,” the hellhound said immediately before taking a deep breath. “My parents are dead, he’s taking care of me, and I’m grateful for that, but they’re my parents, and I’m not going to dishonor their memory.”   “Not even as a stepfather?”   “Not even as that. I appreciate him taking care of me, and he’s the kindest man I’ve known since my parents died, but he’s not related to me. Period.”   Millie understood the feeling. Nobody replaced good birth parents, after all, and all of the issues of stepfamily in Hell made matters a lot more complex than just saying that your birth family was your true family and nobody else was.   “Blitz is attracted to men and women alike, is all I’m trying to say. Is he wrong for that?”   “She…”   “Hun, whoever she is, she’s wrong. Love is love, and it’s not a bad thing to fall in love, especially one as young as you. The only issue I have? She’s the daughter of our mark.”   “I know, and…” Loona sniffled. “I hate it. I hate feeling like I’m jumping out of a plane without a parachute, I feel so stupid, I just…”   The female imp noted that the teenaged hellhound probably needed space, but she couldn’t help but add one thing in, “You know, Moxxie is bi himself. You might have more in common than you think.”   Millie was stunned to see Loona start to rock in the balled position she was in, nibbling on her claws, looking like she was on the verge of a massive meltdown of tears, like she had transformed into a terrified little kid again. When the answer finally came back to Millie, and to the imp’s surprise and sorrow, It wasn’t spiteful or mean-spirited like it normally was around the subject of her roommate. It was a dead and defeated whimper, like the hellhound girl’s spirit had been completely shattered by what she had gone through, like she was flashing back to her experiences…or what she experienced from a single person, in particular.   “I look at him, and all I see is Agatha beating me because I cried about something that reminded me of my parents. I listen to him and all I hear is Agatha saying that I should kill myself because that’s what my worthless parents did, and I’m worth less than they were.”   “Moxxie’s been badly hurt as well,” Millie coaxed. “You two might be more alike than you want to admit. Just…try to cut him some slack, and I’ll ask him to be nicer to you, okay?”   “‘Kay.” Then Moxxie’s voice came in, exceedingly gentle and kind, but with pain in that voice as well, as if he too had awful memories of a specific person. “I’m sorry, Loona. I’m sorry that I reminded you of a horrible person in your life. I understand that as much as anyone, and I’m sorry I did that to you. If I knew that had happened to you as well as me, I wouldn’t have done it.”   “’M sorry, too,” Loona murmured, still rocking a bit, her tail curled in between her legs. “Shouldn’t have been mean to you. You listened, right?”   “Only the last few sentences and to tell you that it’s time in about forty minutes.” Moxxie held his hand, as if to gently touch Loona…and she allowed it, to Millie’s shock, allowed Moxxie to rub her head to comfort her. “I won’t judge you anymore. But I need you not to judge me on first glance as well, to actually give me a chance. Is that fair?”   “Sure,” Loona murmured, seemingly put at ease.   “Believe me, I get why you find Octavia Goetia hot,” Moxxie said with a slight smirk. “She’s not around the age group I’m interested in, but she is attractive. But we do need you to focus on the task at hand, so keep her out of your mind for it, okay?”   “Shut it,” Loona said…but with a smile as she stood up and stretched her limbs.   The three exited the van, ready to do their jobs as needed. All of them walked over to the Goetia manor, guarded by a member of Stolas’s legion.   “ID?” the hooded bird said in a calm, unflappable tone.   The three showed the IDs they had been given for the interview after they had aced them.   “Right. You.” He pointed at Loona, “head over to the barracks. Security meeting should be close to starting; they’ll set you straight on your patrol route. You two,” He pointed at Moxxie and Millie, “will be in the kitchen for your jobs. The staff meeting should be soon. Don’t be late.”   “Yes, Sir,” Millie said before carrying Moxxie with her, praying to Satan that Loona wasn’t going to blow this over a girl…even though she could see why Loona was feeling the teenaged hormones; the Goetia girl was pretty.   The two imps were given haughty glances by various Goetia already there but were otherwise ignored…except for one of them: a monstrous humanoid one with sunken eyes and little nubs for teeth. That one gave Millie an ugly look that sent shivers screaming down her spine.   “Hello, beautiful,” the monstrous Goetia crooned. “What is your name?”   “Mollie,” Millie said, using her undercover name, praying that this Goetia wasn’t going to be a problem.   “I hope you’ll give me entertainment.” The monster was still crooning, and Millie was freaking out with his sheer degenerate overtones. “Maybe not the cuckold with you, but you…”   “Bifrons, stop annoying the hired help, maldito asqueroso!” a macaw Goetia demon snapped.   The monster almost looked annoyed. “Of course, Vassago,” he said in an oily, disappointed tone. “I’ll let them on their way.”   Bifrons lumbered away, and the macaw sighed. “What a pervertido,” the macaw Goetia grumbled. “I’ll bring it up with Stolas, and hopefully, I won’t see that estúpido cabrón for the rest of the night...”   Moxxie got Millie moving again to the kitchen where the kitchen help was hustling to get the last touches of the dinner done.   “Ah, you two,” the main butler of the house, the one who vetted them, said. “You, Maxx, you’ll be in the fourth sitting room quadrant; remember; if a guest calls you over, answer him or her immediately, give them what they want. We don’t want any issues, period. And Mollie, you’ll need to clean up everything in your quadrant. You’ll also be in the fourth sitting room, that’s where we have the least amount of people. Clean up after the Goetia, and don’t argue with anyone. I expect an impeccable job from both of you.”   Fourth sitting room. That’s where our weapons are. Good.   “Yes, sir,” they chorused before blushing at their simultaneous words.   The butler gave them an appraising look, before he sighed. “Then be on your way.”   -   Hope you enjoyed~

No...not really.  If I need to change...then I just go change.  I guess my whole stash is my 'spare' 

All right, the next chapter for Curses! is ready! Here we go:   -   Chapter Five: Maned Wolf Pup   -   Tempest Pitcairn was waiting for her girlfriend to finish with the interview, and it was taking a long time.   She was a bit annoyed at Connie whispering sweet nothings on the phone to her boyfriend, someone named “Raffy” or whatever, and worrying about two guys by the names of “Felix” and “Giovanni” being bad influences, by what she was saying. She wished that she was in a state that allowed her to say those sweet nothings to Shiloh, that allowed her to get married to the African wild dog like she wanted to be, like they both wanted to be, to strum her bass guitar and make a happy song about their love, just like she wanted.   The maned wolf’s eyes misted over as she tried not to cry. She wanted her maned wolf mother, Zipporah, to accept that she loved Shiloh as more than a friend, but she just didn’t understand, thought that they were just friends, and not…more. Her fennec fox father, Ishmael, was somewhat more thoughtful, but he wasn’t perfect, not with his…track record with kids. He had her two older half-brothers - Aquillius the fennec fox and Rhett the culpeo - out of wedlock and therefore, wasn’t the best with his kids’ feelings; she knew that both of her older half-brothers resented her mother and father deeply.   She got along with her half-brothers okay, she thought. Aquillius was a lot nicer to her than Rhett was, but she knew that the latter had every right to be upset with everyone; the culpeo must’ve felt like a complete outcast, having his mother pass a long while before Ishmael came back into the picture and accepted him. She knew her father was trying to be a good dad, but she could understand Rhett’s aloofness towards her family, Aquillius’s anger towards her mom and dad (in spite of working at the same restaurant as Aquillius, both as chefs. They seemed to get along better with each other, being around the same age, older than she was.), even with her being caught in the middle.   At least both of my brothers are okay with me and Shiloh being together…   Tempest was deep in her thoughts, her family struggles, when the raspy old voice brought her out of her stupor with the words, “If we could see the next young lady, Constanza?”   The flying squirrel seemed annoyed at her full name being said, grumbling, “It’s Connie, how many times-” She stopped short of saying anything else, a hazy look in her eyes   Tempest, meanwhile, had a bounce in her step, even though she was a bit confused as to why Shiloh wasn’t out of the room yet. Connie merely looked somewhat confused, like she had slipped into her own headspace of blank thoughts.   “Good luck,” Connie said in a surprising monotone voice to the maned wolf, as she stepped inside of the room.   The room was fucking weird.   A lot of childish drawings and scribbles were on the walls. There was even a toy guitar, obviously for babies, on the wall, perched perfectly on two hooks. The only available chair - as two elderly creatures sat on the other beanbags: a porcupine and another who wasn’t visible for whatever reason. She knew the animal, but for whatever reason, she couldn’t see them clearly. - was a babyish beanbag chair of a pufferfish.   Tempest sighed and reluctantly sat on the beanbag, feeling it envelop her as she sunk into it, relaxing as much as she could.   “Hello, dearie,” the porcupine said. She was absolutely old, having all of her spines silver with age, if not outright missing from her body, her eyes rheumy and filled with cataracts, her posture bent. “It is good to see you.”   “Did Shiloh pass?” Tempest asked.   “Yes, she did, and you will pass as well, so long as you are honest with me.”   The words didn’t seem ominous, but the maned wolf was worried for whatever reason. This seemed like a very sketchy job, but she had to ask…   “What about the pay?” she asked.   “We will discuss it after the interview.”   The maned wolf felt nervous before the old porcupine said, “It will be fine, dearie. May I have your name?”   “Tempest Pitcairn.” Tempest didn’t know why the words came out immediately, but they did, as if she wanted to say them. “Who are you?”   “I am Eira Pilkvist. But Tempest Pitcairn. That is a pretty name.” She felt her spirits soaring at the praise. “What is your favorite color?”   “Um, red.”   “Then why are you not wearing red?”   “There’s no red shirts that are cool enough to wear.” Tempest felt a little bit more comfortable. Maybe this interview wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be.   “What is your family like?”   The interview began to crash and burn; that question hit too close to home. “I don’t want to talk about it,” the maned wolf said defensively.   “Are they good to you?” the porcupine coaxed gently.   “I…maybe? Momma doesn’t understand, I love Shiloh as mowe than fwiends,” She didn’t realize how childishly she was saying the words. “Dadda had his two kids, my big bwothews, out of…wewee? Wawa?” The word was fading from her mind.   “Wedlock?”   “Yesh, dat.” Tempest barely realized that she was lisping as a toddler would.   “Do you get along with your brothers?”   “Yesh, me do, maybe…” the maned wolf said, her voice quiet. “Whett seems…dishtant, Aquiwwius ish nishe to me.”   “I apologize if I have brought up bad memories. Are these your drawings on the wall?   “Yesh!” Tempest’s tone was excited, barely feeling the dampness on her bottom. “Me made dem! An’ dat’s me guitaw!” She pointed to the babyish guitar on the wall, bouncing in her chair excitedly.   “They are very beautiful drawings, and I am sure you play the guitar beautifully. I think you need a change, though, Tempest.”   She did realize that there was a horrible smell around her jean shorts. Her bottom lip quivered, tears entered her eyes, and she cried, cried like a damned baby.   “WAAAAAAAAAH!”H   “It is okay, dearie. We came prepared for any little accidents. You are not at fault.”   Tempest felt the porcupine, now enormous and seemingly a lot younger than before with her quills becoming a normal color for a middle-aged porcupine, take her out of the giant beanbag chair, cradle and bounce her in her arms to her sniffling, and get out a fluffy…thing. Her clothes were taken off, suddenly too big for her, her poopy bottom and intimate parts wiped, as she shivered, before the fluffy thing was put on her.   “Now, big girls need their sleep,” the porcupine cooed as she cradled the maned wolf as easily as a female animal would carry a purse.   Tempest tried to keep her eyes open, the very tiny part of her still an adult knowing the same thing had probably happened to Shiloh…but when she yawned, she found herself fast asleep.   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

Aiko headed to the sandbox and joined Konyo. They kept playing while Rei was asleep. Before dinner time, Azumi carried Rei to the bedroom and put her in her crib.

Chapter 36 Gender… it can be a fluid thing… right? As we drove up to the house, Mommy pointed and spoke, “Oh there, on the front porch. Be a dear sweetie and bring that package inside?” I walked around to the porch, then carried the package in through the garage, following Mommy. She just pointed to the living room as she put her purse down, saying, “That’s Mommy’s little helper. In the living room with it sweetie.” As I set it on the coffee table and stood up, Mommy reached with a kitchen knife and slit the packing tape to open it. As she folded back the flaps of the box, she said, “Now be a dear, out of those awful big boy clothes. We need to try one on to be sure they’ll fit.” I blushed red for a moment as she pulled out the frilly party dress. Tammy’s dresses…. My dresses… And… And Mommy is taking me to a party on Friday in one of them… “Well come on… do as I said. Or do I need to go back to the kitchen and get the spoon? I told your mom that I put you over my knee sometimes, you want me to do that now?” she asked. I blinked and stopped my daydreaming. As I reached for the buttons on my shirt I stammered, “N…n…no Mommy. S….sorry.” As I was stepping out of my pants, leaving my clothes in a heap next to me, she was pulling out the yellow one that had “Mommy’s Little Angel” on the front. “Oh yes, this is cute. Not too frilly, but just the thing for Mommy’s little girl,” she said, admiring the puffy sleeves. She glanced at me and pointed, “Be a dear darling, go get your diaper bag from the closet.” As I turned, I saw her reaching into the box again to pull out the blue and white gingham dress. As I took a couple steps towards the closet, two things became apparent. My diaper was sagging, and my cock was tingling. Shit! Is it her talking down to me? Giving me orders and threatening the spoon? Stripping down to just a diaper in the middle of the day? Or the sight of those dresses, knowing they are for me? Or as they say, “All of the above.” I found the bag and as I walked back, I needed to grab the front of my diaper. Partly to keep it from sliding off my narrow hips, partly to grab my stiffening cock. Mommy had laid all three dresses on the armchair and reached to take the bag from me. As she smiled at me she spoke, “Now just lay down on the sofa sweetie, so Mommy can change that diaper.” I lay down and watched as Mommy took out the packet of baby wipes and a fresh diaper. She unfolded it and set it on the coffee table, then bent over me to cup her hand between my legs. I blushed as she felt my member and she suddenly grinned at me, saying, “Looks like someone’s little clitty is happy to try on her new dress.” But before I could say anything, she tore open the tapes and tugged my soggy diaper from under me. She rolled it up and set it aside. As she popped a couple wipes from the container, she casually said, “It’s okay sweetie… I know you get excited when you’re embarrassed.” My lips quivered a little as her gentle touch wiped my balls. I managed to stammer, “You… you don’t think it’s weird?... Weird that your little boy likes…. Likes…” “Likes to play dress up? Of course not, sweetie. It just shows you have an active imagination and like to play,” was all she said as she used the wipe to go around the base of my cock. Then her fingers gently lifted my cock and wiped it. It felt heavenly but didn’t last. She didn’t seem interested in jerking me off. She let go and let it wobble in the air as it waved about for more attention. She just reached for the diaper and tapped my hip, saying, “Up sweetie.” I lifted and as she slid it under me, she spoke again, “If my baby wants to play little girl sometimes, it’s perfectly fine with me.” Then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and momentarily gripped my cock to make it lay flat against my tummy as she brought the diaper up against it. With one hand holding the diaper and my cock against me, her other hand reached for the first tape. She went on to say, “It’s nothing to be upset about, besides, Mommy can change a little girl’s diaper just as easily as a little boy’s.” Taped in snug, she reached for my hands and helped me to stand up. Standing there in just a diaper, she held both my hands for a moment in silence. Then she said softly, “And just so you know. My own mom once told me, that when I was in diapers, I kept putting my hand down the front of mine. It’s perfectly okay darling if you like to play with your little clitty when you play dress up. Little girls do that, just the same as little boys.” I blushed but she had already let go of my hands and turned to pick up one of the new dresses. Her voice was light and cheerful again as she turned back to me, “How about this one hmm? You can pretend to be Mommy’s little helper.” I looked and she was holding the blue gingham. The one with the white apron front that was embroidered with that title. She gathered it up and helped me in. She turned me around to fasten the buttons in the back. She muttered a little, “I forgot it doesn’t have a zipper. These buttons are tricky. Don’t try to take this off by yourself sweetie, just come ask Mommy for help.” When I felt the last one behind my neck done up, I turned to see her hand dive back into the box. “I thought this was all you bought. What else did you buy?” I asked. She was holding several small bits of cloth as she spoke, “Just some bonnets for my little girl. Unless we decide to let your hair grow out and you let me put it in pigtails.” Then she held up something with a broad brim. White with blue trim, the brim was about four inches. The sort of thing you’d see in some old cartoon when a grown-up was pretending to be a baby. It would wrap around, framing the face. But she dropped it on the sofa, “That’s more for when baby wears her party dress.” The next one was yellow but no brim. She tossed it aside and held up the third, “Here we go. Just the sort of thing a little helper should have.” It was just white, with two long ties. But the ring around the face was puckered a little, as well as the neck opening. Something maybe a cute English maid might wear. Nothing outlandish, just a white bonnet to cover my hair. “Here we go… just the thing,” she said as she reached up and tugged it around the back of my head, jiggling and jerking a little to get it to fit. “Is this really necessary?” I asked. She just tugged at the ties a little and started tying them under my chin, “Of course sweetie… It helps you look the part of a little helper maid.” She stepped back and smiled, “Aww… there’s my little helper!! Sweetie, you look just adorable.” I looked down at my bare, hairless legs. The dress was only halfway to my knees. As I looked down, my hand came to my chest and smoothed out the material, brushing it down and gently brushing it against my thigh. “You… you don’t think everybody is going to laugh at me?” I asked. “No darling, of course not. Why would anyone think you’re anything but my adorable little girl?” she said as she stepped in and reached for the shoulders, plucking at them to make them puff up. “What about… What about Jack and Jill? They saw me before as little Tommy… How will they…” I asked. Mommy had just said she didn’t care which way I was, but them. They played with ‘little Tommy’, would they like ‘little Tammy’ as much? Her hands gripped my shoulders as she leaned in to kiss my cheek. She simply said, “Now don’t you worry about that. Any client of Miss Beth’s is certainly not one to throw stones at other people and how they like to play.” She pushed me out to arm’s length and made a mocking sort of frown as she said, “And anyone that makes fun of my baby girl or upsets her, will have to answer to ME!!” I giggled a little at that. But then she turned me around and thumped my bottom as she said, “Now… Back upstairs to work. Mommy will pick up this mess.” I suddenly felt happy. I felt like a giddy little girl as I scampered upstairs, calling out, “Yes Mommy! LOVE YOU!!!” I heard an “I love you too baby” as I sat back at my work computer and logged in. It felt strange to be sure, dressed up and plopping my diapered bottom down in the chair. But soon I was typing away and I pretty much forgot about what I was wearing. It was hours later when I heard the doorbell. At first, I didn’t think about it, but then I felt my heart jump. Is somebody coming to visit? Is Mommy going to show me off as her ‘little girl’? Then I heard the front door slam and Mommy called out, “Tammy sweetie… Dinner is here.” Whew… it was just a food delivery. Wait…. ‘Tammy’. Mommy called for ‘Tammy’. I looked down again and felt a trickle in my diaper. It’s okay she said. Some little boys like to play dress up… Perfectly fine with Mommy. As I logged out, I called out, “Coming Mommy!!!” When I got to the bottom of the stairs, something inside me just sort of took over and I found myself skipping, actually skipping, to the kitchen. Skipping along, making my little dress bounce, like a … like a little girl. When Mommy saw me, she grinned and pointed, “Set the table sweetie? Just paper plates and napkins. I ordered pizza.” Once we sat down and I had a bite, she looked at me and I stopped eating. Then she said, “Sweetie, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you can’t be a little girl all the time.” I gulped and asked, “But… but you said you didn’t care? And besides, I’m… I’m not sure I want that.” She placed her elbows on the table and folded her hands in front of her face. She shook her head just a little as she spoke, “I don’t care darling. Really! I really don’t care either way. As long as you’re my little baby and need me to be your Mommy, that’s all I care about.” Then she took a breath to continue, “But as cute as you look, you just can’t pass for a little girl. You’re tall, you’ve got an Adam’s apple, and it’s rather obvious. You’re an adult, just playing dress up.” She sat back some and reached for a slice of pizza. She continued, “I can take Tommy out in his big boy clothes, wearing your diaper underneath. But I’m not taking you shopping or to the mall wearing one of your dresses.” I wasn’t sure just how I felt. It was a big weight off my shoulders to know that I’d never be paraded around in something like what I was wearing. It’s that damned mirror thing again. When fantasy and reality crash head long into each other. I do feel a little giddy and silly when playing dress up. And it did make my cock tingle at the sight of my new dresses. But no, I couldn’t… I wouldn’t want to go out in public. I can’t go out in some public setting as Mommy’s ‘little girl’. Maybe if we lived in San Francisco. I heard they accept all sorts there. But not here. Not where coworkers might know. Nor some of the prudes in this town. The looks… the not very subtle comments. No. I nodded and whispered, “I know Mommy. I understand. There’s a time and place for playing, and there are times we all have to be adult about things.” She let out a sigh and for once her smile seemed a little sad. She spoke her next words softly, “I’m glad you understand. It’s one thing to enjoy our special life, but it’s not for everyone, and we don’t need to push it on everyone else. Now, have some more pizza little lady. And after supper maybe you can help Mommy with a few things.” As I ate, I started to feel better about things. About everything really. Mommy doesn’t mind if I have some pent-up feelings about exploring my gender fluidness. And she’s decided there are limits. And I’m okay with the limits she’s put in place. Mommy loves me… and Mommy’s right about putting some limits on things. Mommy’s always right. … After helping Mommy clear the table, I emptied the dishwasher for her. As I closed the door of the dishwasher, she gave me a hug. She pecked my cheek and said, “I’m so LUCKY to have a little helper like you Tammy.” I blushed a little at the praise and hearing her say my ‘little girl’ name. She gently pushed me aside a little to reach into a cabinet. She dismissed me with, “Now run along Tammy, go turn on our shows while Mommy fixes my little girl a nice baba.” I felt myself smiling at her use of my new name and gender pronouns. I skipped off to the living room and sat with a plop. I giggled a little when I noticed my dress flouncing up around me. So, I stood up and did it several more times, giggling. So this is what it’s like… It’s rather fun. I wonder… I wonder if that other guy I met at Miss Beth’s. What was his name? Shirly?? No! SHELLY!!! I wonder if he will be at the party. Maybe I can get some tips from him. Tips on how to be a ‘little girl’ Just then Mommy walked in holding my bottle. She was looking at me curiously and said, “Penny for your thoughts? What were you thinking just then?” As she sat next to me and I got comfortable, my head on a pillow in her lap, I answered, “I was just thinking. Will that other guy that was dressed up that time? Shelly? Will he be at the party?” Mommy squirmed a little and put a hand on my bonneted head. She answered, “I don’t know, maybe? Do you want me to call Miss Beth and find out? Does it matter?” I turned my head a little to stare at her chest. Not because I wanted to suckle, but I just wasn’t able to look her in the eye as I answered, “I… I just thought I could…. You know, talk with him? See how he likes being ‘Shelly’ and all. Maybe Shelly and Tammy could… you know, be friends?” Mommy was quiet for a moment. I could feel her gaze on me, but I didn’t look up. Her words came softly, “Sweetheart. I told you before, I’m not into threesomes. And I’d rather you didn’t… didn’t screw other people.” I blinked and jerked my head to look her straight in the eye as I blurted out, “NO! No Mommy, nothing like that! I… I just wanted to talk with him… find out more about… about playing as a little girl. Not have sex with him or anything.” She looked at me with a wary eye. Like maybe she didn’t, one hundred percent believe me. I felt my lips quiver and my eyebrows lift as I pled with her, “Honest Mommy… Honest. You’re the only one I want to ever have sex with… Ever again. I just want to learn more… More about how it feels, how to BE a good little girl for Mommy.” She was quiet, staring at me. Trying to decide if I was being truthful. I needed to convince her somehow. Finally, I whispered, “Look Carole, I may get an erection playing around in front of people. And goodness knows Miss Beth has a power over guys like me. But you’re the only woman for me. If I…. If I ever cheat on you, you can… you can…“ Can what? What can I say to convince her… Something to tell her how serious I am… My mind raced for something. Then I just blurted out the first thing that came to me, shouting, “YOU CAN LOCK UP MY DICK AND THROW AWAY THE KEY!!!!” She blinked at my shouting at her. Then she laughed. And her laugh was infectious because then I started laughing at the absurdity of what I had shouted. She leaned in and I felt her breasts press against me as she hugged me. She kissed my face several times and giggled again as she said, “I wouldn’t throw the key away, I find your dick too nice to do that.” I giggled with her and then I realized, “Wait… You WOULD lock it up?” I stared at her in shock. She straightened and winked as she said, “Maaaaybeee….” And before I could answer back, my mouth was plugged with the nipple from the bottle as she resumed her role, “Now be a good girl for Mommy and drink your baba.” I suckled, staring up at her. But she picked up the remote and turned on the tv, as if nothing at all had been said. I kept suckling as she watched her shows. When it was clear that she considered the whole question of my cheating, or what she would do if I did, closed. I closed my eyes and settled in her lap. Tasting that faint vanilla flavor that only Mommy fixes for me. Well… I’m the one that said it. But Mommy loves me, she’d never hurt me. Not Mommy. … I felt a gentle nudge, “Wake up darling.” I blinked open my eyes and sat up, “Sorry. Is it bedtime?” As she started to get up, she handed me my empty bottle and said, “Not quite. Here, be a good girl for Mommy and rinse this out for me? Then come up stairs, I have a little chore for my little princess.” I squirmed as I started to get up. I realized my diaper was wet. No doubt about it. I’m wetting all the time now and NEED diapers. But Mommy says it’s fine, she loves taking care of her little boy… er… girl… er…whatever… I rinsed the bottle and nipple out in the kitchen sink, placing them in the rack to dry. When I got to our bedroom, Mommy was undressing, just stepping out of her panties. Her back was to the door, but the sight of her gorgeous bottom still stirred my loins. She must have heard me come in, she said, “I need a shower tonight.” Then she turned to face me. Standing there at the foot of the bed naked. With her feet apart, hands on hips, she looked a bit like some Amazonian Goddess. She had only a hint of a smile as she put out her arm straight towards me, flexed her wrist and index finger to point to the floor in front of her. All she said was, “But first, I need Tammy to kiss Mommy’s kitty until she makes me cum. Now crawl little girl.” I blushed and felt myself kneeling in place. My eyes never left hers as I whispered, “Yes Mommy… I… I like kissing Mommy there.” I started to slowly crawl to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread open for me. With every crawling step forward, I felt my cock getting harder. So much that it rubbed back and forth against the padding of my diaper with each movement. All the time my eyes were focused on the jet black, neatly trimmed hair of her womanhood. As my face got closer, she spoke in a confident voice, “Smell that? Smell how a grown woman smells? That smell makes your little clitty all tingly and hard doesn’t it.” I nodded. But that wasn’t enough. I should have known it wasn’t. I felt her hand on my bonnet and not too gently tilt my head up. When my eyes met hers, she spoke, “Then say it Tammy. Tell Mommy the truth.” I was blushing, but it felt like my cock was leaking precum already as I whispered, “Yes Mommy… the smell of your kitty… makes… Makes my clitty all tingly and hard.” My admission made her smile and her voice softened a little, “Good girl. Now start kissing and Mommy will tell you when you can play with your clitty.” Her hand palmed the back of my head and urged me gently forward. The smell intensified as I pressed my lips to hers and started to kiss the source of her scent. As I kissed all around her kitty, she let go of my head and leaned back, propped up on her elbows. I looked at her as she was watched me from between her breasts. She gave me a smile when I flicked my tongue between her labia. When the tip of my tongue found her clit, she inhaled sharply for a moment, then let it out as she praised me, “Good GIRL!!! That’s it… “ A few moments later, she coached me with, “Be sure to lick inside, that’s where Mommy’s special love juice comes out…” As I devoured every drop I could find, my hand pulled up the front of my dress and found my diaper. Rubbing myself as I licked felt heavenly. The only sounds were from my lips and the crinkling of my diaper. I carried on like this for several minutes when I felt a tap on my head. Mommy’s voice was soft as she spoke, “Did Mommy say you could play with your clitty yet?” My eyes looked up at her as I took my hand from my crotch. I felt myself whimpering as I shook my head side to side, my mouth never leaving her kitty. She grinned at me as her hand palmed my head again, pulling my face into her. Then her voice spoke with some lust, “It’s all right little girl. Play with your clitty all you want.” I nodded as her hips ground against my face. My hand pushed down the front of my diaper and I gripped myself. Eagerly, I started tugging and rubbing as Mommy’s hips bucked against my face, her hand holding my head down as she ground mercilessly. I came first. But she wouldn’t be denied her own orgasm. I pulled my hand from my diaper and without bothering to wipe my fingers, I put both hands on her thighs and pushed them up and apart. Having better access now, I applied myself. Or rather, I applied my mouth to the task of pleasing her. I felt her starting to squirm with pleasure on the bed but couldn’t see more than the smoothness of her belly and the edges of her well-groomed pubic hair. Even though my cock was deflating more every second, I focused on her. With the center of my attention now on her, it wasn’t long and I tasted that extra wetness as she climaxed on my face. She collapsed and dropped her feet to the floor, letting me rest my cheek on her thigh for a moment or two. Then she lifted a leg up over me to roll over and stand up. She looked down at her thigh where my wet fingers had left their stain and giggled, “Now Mommy REALLY needs a shower.” She winked at me as I blushed a little but straightened up and turned. As she strode towards the bathroom she spoke over her shoulder, “Why don’t you pick out one of Mommy’s nighties for you to wear Tammy. When I get done showering, I’ll come clean up my little girl and get you ready for bed.” I was still on my knees and rocked back to sit on my heels and said submissively, “Yes Mommy.” I watched her naked form disappear and sighed a happy sigh. As I sat there going over in my mind everything that happened today, I felt that little turgid throb as my post-orgasm pee streamed into my diaper. All in all, I’ve had a good day. Now, which of Mommy’s nighties do I want to wear… … When Mommy returned, I was sitting quietly on the corner of the bed. I had taken off my bonnet, but I had not attempted the buttons on the dress. The simple baby-doll nightie I had picked out was lying next to me. She first went to her dresser and picked out fresh panties and a nightie of her own. As she pulled it over her head she said, “You’re not still worried about being a little girl in front of me… are you?” I squirmed a little as she came closer and her finger gently lifted my chin. As I looked up into her eyes I managed to whisper, “No Mommy. I believe you when you say it doesn’t matter to you.” Her response was simple and positive; she let go of my chin and hugged me to her chest. Then she let go, kissed the top of my head and said simply, “Good girl. Now, stand up so Mommy can help you out of your pretty dress.” Soon I was in a clean diaper, the simple nightie I chose, and cuddling up to Mommy. My pacifier gently nudged against her breast as I suckled on it as Mommy’s arm held me close. The last words I remember were, “Sweet dreams little one. Mommy loves you.” To Be Continued