2011

“Of course, Rei,” Azumi called her by name, “I am real, and I am not alone here. You will encounter more little boys and girls here as well as more loving caretakers. Maybe we look … different, but we still are real.” Listening to Rei further, she continued, “Rei, this is your new home. There are no storms and no worries here. You will be happy and loved. Now let me help you please,” she waited until Rei finished peeing. Rei suddenly felt hands lifting her gently and tugging on her panties; however, Azumi still was standing … or floating ... before her. The hands were invisible. “Oh no, your panties are wet, little girl,” a soft voice said close to her ear, it is time for your training pants,” the hands pulled her panties down her legs, and she spotted the training pants being lifted as if handled by another pair of invisible hands.

Now I really want Chloe to work at the book café in a cute maid outfit and diaper. And the skirt is just long enough that you can't see the diaper, but everyone who knows, knows.

Not incontinent (yet), but have been wearing diapers for decades now. If I'm wearing a diaper, I just pee when I feel the need to, no matter where I am or what physical position my body is in.

Im starting to feel like this story is being wrapped up....which makes me sad...you write so amazingly! 

Tom is slowly coming to grips with his true reality. Chapter 29 Tammy, not Tonya Mommy gently pushed me forward. She was proud of my pretty dress. I curtseyed like she taught me. Miss Sarah and some other woman were both smiling. The ladies sat and Mommy gently pulled and had me sit on her lap. Her fingers kept tugging and fussing with the hem of my dress. Then her finger traced up my inner thigh as she spoke, “And see her pretty baby pants? She just loves the pretty lace…” I whimpered and felt my cock spurting, cumming in my diaper on Mommy’s lap in front of everyone. I jerked awake! It was a dream but… wait. I reached a hand gently to pull up the front of my nightgown a little and slipped a finger… Warm, wet, and slippery. I came in my dreams!! A wet dream! And it was… Oh geez!! I came in my diaper dreaming i was a little sissy gurl!!! I suddenly needed a hug. I rolled over and pulled Mommy close. She stirred a little and woke, “What is it sweetie? A bad dream?” She rolled towards me and put an arm over my shoulders. I nodded but whispered, “Not exactly… I… I had a wet dream.” Her arm pulled me close as she whispered, “Probably my fault baby. I shouldn’t have gotten you all worked up just before bed. Is that what upset you?” I wiggled my head and finally found the courage to say it in the darkness, “No, I was dressed as a sissy… you… you were showing me off to … to some ladies or something. Showing them my… my baby girl panties and….” Her arm pulled me close; her breasts pressed against my face. Her hand rubbed my back as she whispered, “Shh..shhh… it’s okay. You know I would ask you about doing things like that before putting you into such a scene.” I nodded but mumbled, “But... but I liked it Mommy. I liked it so much I… I came.” She kept holding me and rubbing my back. She simply asked in a whisper, “So? Are you worried I won’t love you if you did? You’re mine sweetie… baby boy, or baby girl. You’re mine either way.” She squirmed a little and her hand moved to pull her breast out of her top. As she palmed my head she whispered, “here darling… all for my baby.” As her nipple brushed my lips, they latched on of their own accord. I suckled softly, hearing Mommy say she loves me regardless, I nodded my head a little and calmed down. That was the last thing I remembered until morning. … I heard the alarm and opened my eyes. As I lifted my head, I realized Mommy’s nipple slipped from my mouth. I had been nursing in my sleep the whole time it seems. Mommy looked up at me and smiled. Her hand covered her nipple as she said, “I love you darling, but you’ve made it sore. Can you make do with a pacifier for a while?” I blushed a little and nodded. I said, “I’m sorry. I guess I was just upset.” She tucked her breast back into her top as she smiled, saying, “I know you were. But I’m not ready to actually start lactating or such. You keep sucking them like last night and we may have a problem.” Then she smiled and I felt her hand under the covers. Her fingers were on the front of my wet diaper. She said gently, “I think you did more than cum in this sweetie. Don’t let it bother you; Mommy will make it better.” I watched as she got out of bed and grabbed the rest of the package of diapers from the closet. She set them on top of the bureau of drawers, right out in the open, and took one out. Watching her naked bottom poking out from under that nightie, my eyes couldn’t look away. She giggled as she pulled back the covers and saw my bulging diaper. As she reached to tear the tapes, she admonished me gently, “Now now… it’s a workday for both of us. You’ll just have to wait darling.” She used a baby wipe to clean the dried cum from my shaft which didn’t help matters, but soon I was in a fresh diaper. Then she went to the closet again to pull out some clothes for herself as she casually explained, “You’re going to have to get used to seeing me naked sometimes sweetheart. Just because I’m naked, doesn’t mean we’re going to have sex.” I swung my legs down and sat up as I said, “Shame, but I get it. All play and no work makes for an empty bank account.” I was slipping on a polo shirt and some jeans as she finished dressing and left the bedroom saying, “I’ll make some coffee.” By the time I got to the breakfast nook, the coffee was just finishing brewing and she had a bowl of cereal in front of her, eating. As I sat down, she asked, “So Tommy? How long do your teleconferences go? Do you just have the one this morning?” I sipped and shrugged, telling her, “Usually done by nine. Sometimes a bit before. Just this morning and the one on Thursday mornings. Why?” She dropped her spoon in the empty bowl before her and asked, “So, no more videos the rest of the day? Nor any tomorrow?” I was getting a little suspicious, but answered, “Nope. What are you scheming? I know that look…” “Just a second,” she said as she held up a finger. Then she pulled out her phone and made a call while I waited. ///// “Hi Tim? Carole.” “Listen, I’m going to be a little late this morning. Anything urgent?” “… about 9:30, quarter to ten maybe.” “Right… see you then. Bye.” ///// I looked at her with a sideways glance. I said warily, “Even if you stay until then, I still have to be online at eight.” She looked at me innocently and said, “I know that. It’s just I have something to take care of this morning, that’s all. Now finish up, you’ve got about ten minutes before your call.” With that she got up and put her cereal dishes in the dishwasher. I sipped my coffee some more as I watched her head back up the stairs. She’s got something on her mind. Maybe she’s going to go have it out with Miss Beth? Or is she planning some more conditioning? Was yesterday all just to ‘condition me’ as Miss Beth put it? No. Last night she was genuinely mad. She didn’t plan ahead what Miss Beth did. Not some trick by them to make me more needy. She was pissed. Like a slow simmer, not so much in the playroom, but on the drive home she… she got madder and madder as she thought it over. Then it boiled over at dinner. And afterwards, she felt so bad about what Miss Beth did to me… Felt it was her fault… She wanted me to use the spoon on her bottom. No, I can’t believe it was all a grand scheme. Miss Beth went over the line and Mommy slowly went ballistic. My phone chirped; time to log in for the meeting. It was rather predictable. One small glitch that needed to be addressed, but otherwise things went pretty smoothly. After I closed out the video call, I looked at my notes from it and started coming up with a work plan. I heard Mommy’s voice, “Tonya sweetie, I think we should get you dressed properly before Mommy goes to work.” I turned to look at her in the doorway and blushed. She was holding that party dress from the dinner party, along with the matching baby pants. My jaw fell open and I could only stammer, “But… “ She advanced towards me as she said gently, “No one’s going to know sweetheart. You can wear it all day while Mommy is at work. If anyone comes to the house, just ignore them and stay upstairs. This way you can have fun and wear your pretty outfit for a while.” I felt my lip quivering, but Mommy was prepared for that. She gently pushed a pacifier in my mouth and I started sucking as she stood over me smiling. Then she said sweetly, “Now, Mommy doesn’t have much time so let’s get my baby girl ready for the day.” She laid the dress across the makeshift desk and gently tugged at my shirt. As she urged me to stand up and reached for my jeans, she said softly, “We both know you like this darling, so just have some fun with it.” As she tugged down my jeans and kneeled down to slip them off my feet, she stared at my bulging diaper and grinned. She shook out the baby pants and giggled, “Such a cute bulge in your diaper Tonya… Is that because you’re looking at my boobs, or because of these pretty panties…” I whimpered as I sucked my pacifier; obeying Mommy as she helped me into the dress. She tugged the baby bonnet over my ears, tying the string under my chin. She held me at arms length a moment and plucked at the shoulder sleeves a little as she tugged and adjusted it a little saying, “Now remember… Good little sissy girls do their playtimes in their diaper. No making ickies without your diaper. Understand?” I nodded and she pulled me closer to kiss my cheek. Then she simply said, “Mommy will text you later on. I should be home about four.” And with a pat on my panty-covered bottom she turned and left the bedroom/ computer-room with a cheery, “Have a good day darling.” … I was alone, wearing this outfit. But mommy was right, I reached down and felt the front of my panty-covered diaper. My cock was bulging. I sat back down and stared at the computer screens. I blinked, trying to focus on the work list I had started. She knows I’m supposed to work, but she did this? Was it some scheme to embarrass me? But no one is here to see me. Or… was it because she… She wants me to be happy and this… My hand was between my legs, the party dress doing little to stop my hand from cupping my crotch. I can’t help it. I can’t understand it, but yes. This makes me horny. So horny that… I gave in to it. I lifted the front of the dress just enough to slip my hand down my diaper and grip my throbbing cock. I closed my eyes and suckled as I started stroking. Mommy says it’s okay in my diapers… Little boys… but do little girls play? Play with their… their clitties? Just like little boys play with their peepees? Does Mommy? Yes, I remembered, Mommy fingered herself in front of me… we played with each other… She… she even tried to teach me how to suck… My hand was tugging furiously as my legs spread. The hem of the dress tickled my smooth thigh as I tilted my head back. I saw in my mind, Mommy’s smile. Looking down at me as she cooed, “Such a good little girl…. My baby girl loves wearing didees… Loves playing in diapers…” I was sucking harder as I clenched to hold on… I whimpered as I tugged faster, “yeth mummy… I a good girl….” I saw stars as my cock shot out my cum. All over my fingers but safely contained in my diaper. I gasped for breath. I sat up straight again and pulled out my hand. Covered in my own… ‘ickies’… I got up and went to the guest bathroom to wash my hands. As I dried them on a towel, I glanced in the mirror. I saw myself. I saw my dress and the pretty bonnet. They looked cute. Like something any baby girl would look adorable wearing. Pink and white, ruffles and lace. But it was my own face. I quickly turned away and went back to my computer. Don’t look in the mirror too much… We don’t always like to see the world for what it is… I saw my jeans and shirt on the floor and gave them a thought. I wasn’t driven by hormones at the moment, but I remembered Mommy had put this dress on me. I decided it’s going to stay on me until Mommy comes home. … I was able to concentrate on work after I… Just say it, after you played with your clitty. I stopped for lunch and went to the kitchen for a sandwich. I stood leaning against the counter as I munched, thinking. Mommy understands. She isn’t upset that it does something in my head. She even smiled when she saw my bulge. Does she want me this way? Or like she said, she doesn’t care, as long as it makes me happy? She knows. She knows the effect this has on me. Part of my humiliation fetish I suppose. But I couldn’t ask… Not come right out and ask to be sissified like this. Is that part of it? The gentle teasing, the gentle pushing me into it. Like Miss Beth calling me a crybaby. Face it Tom, you’re just a crybaby sissy sometimes. A crybaby that wants his mommy. Mommy didn’t call me a crybaby. She calls me Tonya. I suppose she picked that because it starts with the letter ‘T’? But I don’t like it. That’s not the name of a little girl, that’s the name of a woman. The ‘n’ and ‘y’ together like that, it’s not the sort of sound a toddler could say properly. A baby girl should have a name that baby girls can pronounce easily. At least that’s what it seems to me. But she doesn’t want to call me Tommy when I’m like this. Would she let me pick out my own name? Hmm.. T… T… Terry? Tabitha? No… Tammy! Yes… Tommy slash Tammy. I like that! Baby Tammy!!! But I can’t just… GULP! I couldn’t even ask to wear a nightie last night. How am I going to have the courage to… When she brought this dress in and said I needed to get dressed, I went along with it because I like to make Mommy happy. And I DO like this. But I can’t say it out loud… My mouth gets all dry and I can’t… I grabbed my phone and sent a text message. ///// “Mommy? Can I ask a question?” “Sure sweetie. How’s my baby Tonya doing?” “Um.. That’s just it Mommy, I don’t like the name Tonya.” “Can I be… Tammy instead?” “So when you’re my baby girl, you want to be called Tammy?” “PWEASE MOMMY??? PWEASE???” “*giggle* Oh I can never say no to such a cutie-pie” “Okay, Tammy. From now on, whenever you’re feeling girly, it’s Tammy.” “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!” *Giggles and squeals like a little girl* “LOL!!! GOD I LOVE YOU BABY!!!” “Now, be a good girl and let Mommy get back to work.” “Yes Mommy. WUV YOU!!!” “Love you too babe.” ///// I lowered my phone with a huge smile. She let me pick my little-girl name. Typing it was easier… Even that line about squeals and giggles. For a few brief seconds, I just let myself go and let myself be her little sissy gurl. It’s difficult to let go, but it’s so FUN! She loves it when I’m just a happy little baby for her. I reached between my thighs and yes, my diaper was bulging again. I don’t know why, but it’s obvious I like this little girl stuff. But not now… I need to get back to work. I poured myself a glass of water and drank it. Standing in front of the kitchen sink, I looked out the window. The neighboring house was blocked by a tree, but I suddenly felt a lump in my throat anyway. The idea that some neighbor might have seen me in my frilly outfit. It broke the moment and I went back upstairs and back to work. … Needing two hands to type helped keep my fingers occupied. Soon I was back in ‘developer mode’ and working away on my assignment. I remember having an urge to pee, but I’ve gotten used to just letting go in my diaper. I coded away like always. … I heard the front door and Mommy’s voice, “Tonya?” Then a few footsteps and her voice was at the bottom of the stairs, “Sorry. I mean TAMMY!?!?! TAMMY?? Are you up there?” I smiled, she remembered. Then I called out, “Up here Mommy! I’m still working.” At that, I looked at the time, it was only a little after three. She was in the doorway when I heard her voice again, “There’s my precious little cutie. Have you been a good girl?” I turned around and nodded, saying, “Yes Mommy. But what are you doing home so soon?” She walked closer and put ran her fingers through my hair, explaining, “The rule of ‘noon-ality’. I went in late, so I left early. Besides, I wanted to check on you. Still in your pretty dress I see.” I giggled at the ‘noon-ality’ joke. But when she mentioned my outfit, I blushed again. Her hand gently lifted my chin so she could look into my eyes. She smiled slightly, without saying a word. I whispered, “Yes Mommy… I… I do kind of like it.” She winked and whispered back, “I know sweetie… I know.” Her eyes darted back and forth as they looked into mine and she whispered again, “And you played with your clitty. You made ickies in your diaper didn’t you Tammy.” I felt my face burning as I closed my eyes and nodded a little. Mommy didn’t say another word, but she stepped closer and hugged my head against her tummy as she kissed the top of it. I whimpered a little but she held me against her and whispered, “It’s okay darling. I love you both ways… Tammy and Tommy. As long as you’re my little baby that needs your mommy.” I sat there with her hugging me for a full two minutes. I let it sink in; I could do this, I could be whatever I want, and Mommy still loves me. She gently pushed my head away and said tenderly, “Log off, shutdown, whatever it is you need to do. Mommy has a chore for her baby girl.” My hand went to the mouse and I looked back at the screen as I clicked a few times. When I finished closing things and logging off, Mommy was hiking up her skirt and tugging down her panties. As she kicked them from her shoe, she said quietly, “On your knees cutie. Under Mommy’s skirt.” I slipped down from the chair and leaned towards her. She dropped her skirt over my head and I felt her hand urge my face into her pussy. All I heard her say was, “Be a good girl now Tammy, make Mommy cum.” She didn’t need to say anything more. I started to lick as she raised one foot and propped it on something. Her scent was intensified in the darkness under her skirt. Even though my diaper was wet, I reached inside and started to… to play with my clitty as Mommy purred and held the back of my head. She doesn’t care if I’m her baby boy or girl. She loves me for who I am. And right now… I’m a little baby girl giving Mommy her special kisses… I felt her hips push forward against my face. She whispered, “Mommy knows all your secrets sweetie… You’re my baby and I’ll take care of you. You’re a good little baby and you do what Mommy says.” I whimpered as my hand was tugging. I was horny, but my cock was starting to chaff… wet and confined, my fingers yanking against the wet skin. I must have gotten a little distracted. I was enjoying it; but I was getting more sore with each tug. Suddenly Mommy raised her voice a little and her hand yanked my head, “Focus Tammy. Or does Tammy need me to get the spoon? Little girls can get spanked the same as little boys.” With her forcing my face into her, I stopped tugging my sore cock and paid more attention to Mommy’s pussy. As my tongue became more active, her grip on my head eased. I heard a gasp and reached both my hands to support her ass as her legs became less steady. I felt both her hands on my head now. Not so much for my lack of performance, but to steady herself as she gasped, “Yes… Tammy’s a good girl… “ All I could do was nod as I pushed my tongue to its limits. My fingers dug into her flesh, gripping her ass. Her words echoed in my mind as I did my best… “Little girls can get spanked… Tammy’s a good girl…” She’s talking about me… Her hips bucked in my hands as she shivered. Suddenly her pussy started squirting onto me. She doesn’t always do this… She must have been horny at work for hours… Her skirt almost ripped as her leg collapsed and it pulled from my head. Almost falling, she was on her knees now, her arms were around my neck, hanging on to hold herself up. My arms held her as her head fell against my shoulder, gasping. After a minute or so, I whispered, “You good now?” She lifted her head and pushed her lips against mine, her tongue plunging into my mouth. It was passionate, but short. When she broke away, she nodded and asked, “You?” I was quiet for a moment and turned my head to lower my chin. But she wouldn’t be denied. She gently lifted my chin and asked gently, “No? I’m sorry, I guess I was being selfish… Do you need Mommy to help?” How do I say this? I mean… Her hand was between my legs, gently cupping my soft cock still in my diaper. She got a sad look in her eyes as she said, “Oh sweetie… I’m sorry. This morning you seemed all for this. I honestly thought you liked the little-girl treatment.” I grabbed her and hugged her. I have to say it… I have to tell her the truth… This is Mommy, she understands… But all I could manage was a whisper, “I do Mommy… I really do.” Her arms held me and a hand gently rubbed my pack. She whispered in my ear, “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that for my sake?” All I could manage was a couple of nods. The bonnet rustling in my ear as I gripped tighter around her. She spoke in that soft, loving voice of concern, “Then what is it sweetheart? You can tell me. You know you can tell me sweetie.” For me NOT being able to… you know… perform. This is super hard to say. But, this is Mommy. She pushed me gently away so she could lift my chin and look me in the eye, “Tell Mommy. Tell me so I can make it better.” I blushed and finally whispered, “It… It’s just a little sore. That’s all…” Her face lit up and she hugged me again as she let out a chuckle. She giggled as she said, “Is that all? That’s nothing to be ashamed of sweetie. We’ve all been there one time or another.” Then she said in a bit of a tease, “Maybe you like being little Tammy TOO much… Spent all day playing with your clitty? Did you get ANY work done at all?” She grinned when she saw me pout. I got defensive, “No. I didn’t do that. I… I only did it once this morning. But, but just now, my diaper is wet and it… it sort of chaffs. It started getting sore.” She winked at me and stood up, smoothing out her skirt as she accepted my explanation. She reached out a hand, “All right, I believe you. How about my baby girl comes and helps Mommy make some dinner. After that, maybe I can find something for your little boo-boo.” In the kitchen she got out a roasting pan as she spoke, “Set the table for me sweetie? While I fix the chicken.” I did as she asked. Then I peeled potatoes while she finished putting the chicken in the oven and fixed two baby bottles and put them in the fridge. As I peeled them, I looked out the window again. I blushed as I asked, “Mommy? Is that your neighbor’s kitchen window? A light just came on.” She came up behind me, her hand gently touching my bottom as she spoke, “Yes dear, they’re a very nice couple with a little two-year-old.” She must have guessed my next thought as she added, “No, a REAL baby sweetie. They drop him off at daycare while they work. And don’t worry, I don’t think they can see anything through that tree.” Then she gently patted my bottom and turned to fix something as she said, “Of course… In the fall when the leaves are gone… But by then I may have you in pigtails instead of a baby bonnet.” I whimpered as I felt my diaper growing warm. To Be Continued