2011

That's an important lesson to learn 😛 Tess, like a lot of my main characters, sometimes finds herself mumbling because there's something she wants but she's too embarrassed to say what it is. And then you can't be sure, when someone takes it in a direction she didn't intend, whether that was confusion, selfishness, or a genuine belief that they were insinuating the same thing. Maybe he will get what he deserves later

I just sat there and stared at my phone, not knowing what to do.   While I would have preferred my sister not to know about this part of me, I knew that she had to, or at least she should, have some empathy about the diaper part.  It was the same with Kay, and she already knew I was wearing diapers, she just didn’t know it was my choice, or maybe she did.  She seemed okay with what she had seen, it looked like her concern was I was sharing this part with someone beside her mom or possibly her wife My phone vibrated again.  ‘I am getting hit with questions from Kay and I am not going to lie to my wife.  You probably need to reach out to her.  You definitely need to reach out to Connie.’  I understood what she said I just didn’t know what I was going to tell Connie and to a lesser extend Kay.  I sent Deanne back a thumbs up emoji.  I started to call my wife but decided to test the water with a text first.  I finally sent her what was probably my fifth or sixth draft. ‘I am sorry.  Obviously, there is stuff I need to tell you.  I hate you found out this way, and I hate it more that you found out while having to deal with what is going on with your mom.  I love you.’  I stared at the phone to see if she was going to text me right back.  After then minutes had passed with no response I decided I would text Kay.  I knew I should probably call her also, but texting seemed easier.  ‘I am sorry I sent that to you by accident and you had to see it.  Deanne discovered a part of me that I had kept hidden and she was supportive.  I meant to send that to her.  Mom didn’t know and I hate that this is how she found out.’  She immediately responded back.  ‘I can’t really say anything positive about mom finding out like this.  I can understand how Deanne would make you feel comfortable sharing it with her.  She is real believer in we all have our things and life would be a lot better if people didn’t judge.’  I didn’t really know what else to say and was mostly focused on the fact that Connie hadn’t texted back yet.  I was wondering about sending a quick response to my sister and if I should do that or not.  My phone vibrated in my hand I actually jumped when it did. ‘Also I think the part I am most upset about is that we aren’t the same size.  If we were I would ask to borrow that uniform or any other clothes you have like that.’  Kay put a bunch of smiling and laughing emojis in after that and then wrote. ‘Love you Dad.’ I quickly sent back that I loved her also.  It had now been over thirty minutes since I had sent my text to Connie.  I was thinking that maybe I should call.  I also realized that I was technically still supposed to be working.  I sent a quick Teams message to my boss saying I needed to log out for the day.  He immediately responded with an okay.  I also realized that I was still wearing the maid uniform and that I was beginning to feel a need to pee again.  Right after realizing what I had done earlier I had thought of ripping the outfit and diaper off and throwing everything away.  My daughter’s texts had calmed me down and I knew that wasn’t the answer. I let go of my bladder and my diaper was fairly quickly soaked.  Because of the tights I could feel it pressed against me and I knew I really enjoyed how all of that felt.  Denying myself of the enjoyment of diapers probably had something to do with the situation I was in right now I thought. I was just starting to calm down when my heart was sent racing by the sound of my phone notifying me someone was calling.  When I looked at the screen, I saw it was Connie.  “Hello.”  I said softly.  “Hello.  I am driving back to the house so I can talk for a little bit.  Dad and Kay didn’t go over to the hospital today.” “Uh… okay.  How is your mom?”  “A little better.  Oxygen sats are very good, heart looks good, she is waking up and looking around, seems to have some purposeful movement.  All encouraging signs.”  “I am glad to hear that.” There was silence and I think we were each waiting for the other person to speak.  Somehow, I got the courage up to be the one to talk first.  “I am really sorry I am adding to your stress right now.  I am also sorry you found out about it this way.”  “What exactly is this.  And how long has this been going on.”  She said the word this harshly both times.  “Um… I am… well some people would say… I am…  a diaper lover… it is a kink I guess… although it isn’t about sex a lot of the time.”  “What about the outfit?  Why were you wearing that?”  Again, there was an emphasis on the word that.  “I am also what some people call a sissy…  or at least sometimes I am that.”  My mouth was dry as I said the word sissy. “And the bedwetting?  Is that what started this?”  She sounded concerned as she asked that. “Not really… maybe it brought parts of it out but….”  I knew I had to be honest.  “I have liked diapers since I was around ten or so.  I used to take some of my sisters and wear them.  I stopped for a long time but then… well Kay’s diapers… anyways wearing diapers has been something I have been interested in a long time.”  “Oh…”  there was long pause.  “So why didn’t you just tell me to get diapers when you started to wet the bed.  If you like wearing them that seems like it would be a win, win.”    I took a really deep breath.  “I… I started to wet the bed so you would diaper me.”  “What… so… you wet the bed on purpose?”  The shock in her voice was very evident. “Yes.”  I said quietly. “Holy Fuck…Jesus… so in order to get to wear diapers and have me diaper you…  you… you wet our bed with me in it.”  This was the first time in our conversation she had sounded angry.  “Yes… I am sorry.”  I said and could hear my voice trembling.  “And me diapering you wasn’t enough… you also wanted to wear maids clothing.  Who did you mean to send those pictures to?”  She was talking really fast now.  “Um… I loved you diapering me… I just discovered an interest in tights  and what are called sissy dresses after that…  I meant to send that picture to Deanne.  Show accidentally discovered some of my stuff and took me shopping to get that outfit and wanted to see me in it.”  “Jesus… this is fucked up.  I… I don’t know what to think.  Kay… well she has told me some stuff this week… I think she has some of the same interests or whatever.  I don’t know what to think right now….  Lying to me, deceiving me, sharing this with our daughter in law.”  “I am sorry… really sorry.”  I pleaded.  “I am driving Kay home this afternoon.  I was planning to come home and switch out my clothes, spend some time with you and get up early and drive back down for a few more days.  When I get home, I want you to show me everything…. I mean everything… I don’t know what happens, but I do know that anymore lying or hiding stuff from me can’t happen.  Understand.”  “Yes.  Um… will you be home for dinner?”  I asked. “Uh… yes… I should be.  You know what… you make dinner and serve me in your maids’ outfit. I want to see you in it in person… complete with a diaper since you wanted to show your diaper to Deanne.”  “Okay… anything special you want?”  “No… something simple.”  “Got it.”  “See you this evening.”  She hung up as I was saying sorry one more time.   I went down to see what was in the cupboards, pantry, and fridge.  Every step and movement was a reminder of what I was wearing.  The sound from the Mary Jane heels on the kitchen tile floor.  The rub of the petticoat across the nylon from my tights on my thigh.  My very wet and squishy diaper as I bent down or stretched to reach things. I finally decided on making some spaghetti with meat sauce.  There was hamburger in the freezer, jar sauce in the pantry and pasta in the cupboard.  I had found an onion in the fridge.  I also had some cucumbers and cherry tomatoes so I could make a salad. I looked at the clock it was just past one o’clock.  I figured the earliest Connie would get her would be four if she left right now.  It would be more likely five.  I hadn’t eaten lunch, but I also wasn’t hungry.  I was starting to feel a need to pee again and didn’t think this diaper could take that, so I headed up stairs.  I went into the office and knew I had to straighten this room up, but my wife also said she wanted to see everything.  The pressure on my bladder grew so I decided to focus on that.  The sensible thing to do would be remove the diaper I had on and go sit on the toilet and pee.  I slipped the petticoat off and rolled my tights down my thighs.  I undid the tapes and pulled the diaper off; it was pretty heavy.  I sat it on the bed and pulled some wipes out to clean myself.  When that was done, I put them in the diaper.  I started to move to a bathroom, but a fresh diaper was laying on the day bed.  In my mind I thought, you like wetting your diapers, why are you planning to use the toilet.  It isn’t like a wet diaper would be a surprise to Connie. I grabbed the diaper and fluffed it out before laying it on the floor and sitting on it and taping it in place.  I rocked back and forth to get it tight.  It wasn’t as tight as when Connie did it, and definitely not as tight as Deanne.  I realized as I stood up though I would have tights over it, so it didn’t matter as much and rolled them up and into place before putting the petticoat back on.  I put the wet diaper along with the wipes in the trash bag.  As I was doing that, I let my bladder go and the warmth I felt made me happy I had chosen to use the diaper instead of the toilet.  As I finished wetting my diaper, I looked around the room and gathered up and other trash and put it in the bag.  I made a loop through the master bedroom and bath and then the hall bath before taking the bag to garage trash can.  Walking through the family room and kitchen to get to the garage let me hear my heels on the floor again.  I stopped in the dining room and grabbed Connie’s favorite red wine to have with dinner along with two wine glasses and set them on the kitchen counter.  I then went to the laundry room and got my stuff out of dryer including my pink tights.  I carried that up and folded them all on the master bedroom bed.  After putting my male clothes in the drawer of my dresser I took the tights and panties into the office. Connie had said she wanted to see all of my stuff.  After a few minutes of thought I started to lay all of it out on the day bed.  I started with my sissy dress, then the tights.  Next, I laid out my panties and the pink princess diapers along with the wipes.  I put the incontinence pads at the end and left the duffle bag laying on the bed also.  I figured when she asked I would just bring her up to see it.  I thought maybe seeing it all at once would make it easier to take.  Or that could just be wishful thinking.  I was surprised that I was kind of calm right now but knew that would change the closer it got to four o’clock.  I straightened up both the bathrooms on this floor and the master bedroom.  It was now almost three o’clock.  I realized I hadn’t looked at my phone since I talked to Connie earlier and went and picked up and saw there were texts on it.  ‘Hey… hoping everything goes okay.  Kay texted your wife seems strangely calm but she can tell she is upset.  Let me know if I can help.’  Deanne had sent.  ‘So no response to my text?  Would love an explanation for what I saw.’  My sister had sent. ‘Leaving now.  See you when I get home.’  Connie had sent.  I checked the time and she sent that at ten after one, so four thirty maybe a little later would be a good estimate for when she would be home. I decided to log on to my work computer and go through emails and that took about thirty minutes.  Wanting to kill a little more time before starting to work on dinner I sent two texts.  ‘Thanks for the heads up.  I am going to be totally honest when she gets here.  Hopefully she can accept this and forgive me for not being truthful about it.’  I sent Deanne.  ‘Will tell you about it… just not today, okay?  Please keep it a secret and don’t tell Jeff.’  I sent my sister.  I realized I should have probably made that last request right after her first text.  I was hoping she hadn’t done that already.  Her husband was a cop and was also pretty right wing. He railed against pretty much everyone that was part of the LBGTQ community so I am sure he wouldn’t accept this.  My sister had started dating him in college, before he was a cop.  She said that had changed him and I was a little surprised she stayed with him knowing she was pretty left on social issues.  Deanne sent back a thumbs up and after fifteen minutes. Megan texted me back.  ‘Definitely won’t tell Jeff.  And even if you are a sissy, you are my little brother, so I got your back.  Love you, chat soon.’   She ran about ten heart eyed emojis and smiling emojis after that.  I texted her back thanks through tear filled eyes.  At four o’clock I went down and started cutting up the tomatoes, and cucumbers, putting them in bowl with Italian dressing.  Then I diced up most of the onion before slicing some of it and adding it to the slices to the tomatoes and cucumbers.  While I was doing this, I jumped a little every time I heard a noise, worried it was the garage door opening.  I started looking at the clock between almost every movement in the kitchen.  When the clock got to four-thirty I could feel my heart rate increase.  I laughed a little at one point.  I had sauteed the diced onion and sliced garlic and then added the ground beef.  I started to worry about splattering grease getting on my maid uniform and my laugh was about the ridiculous apron that was part of it and how useless it would be.  I had just finished draining the beef and adding it to the sauce that was in the pan when I heard the garage door going up.  I literally stopped breathing for a second and forced myself to focus on taking a deep breath.  I heard the car door shut and the turning of the door knob and I stepped back from the stove. I seemed like the door was moving in slow motion but eventually Connie stepped into the kitchen.  Her eyes seemed to widen as she saw me but nothing else showed on her face.  I tried to hold my eyes on her but felt them drop.  My mouth was dry and I was scared to speak. I also suddenly realized I needed to pee and I had already wet my diaper once.  While I was pretty sure it would hold another wetting I couldn’t imagine a worse time for a leak.  “Um… spaghetti… smells good.”  Connie said as she pushed the door closed. “Uh… yes… thanks.”   “Oh… and my favorite wine.  I could use a glass of that.”  She stepped towards the bottle that was on the counter.  “Let… let me pour it for you, okay?”  I said.  “Good idea… I mean what is the purpose of having a maid if you are going to do things yourself.”  She snickered. I poured her a full glass and half glass for myself.  I knew I would want to have as clear a head as possible for the conversation that was getting ready to happen.   I handed her the glass and then checked the heat level for the sauce pan.  I gave it a good stir and then picked up my glass and pointed toward the family room. She turned and headed that way and I followed.   About three steps in a thought maybe I had made a mistake as the sound of my heels sounded like thunder.  Connie turned and looked down at my feet and a saw an eyebrow raise and slight shake of her head. She took a seat on the couch, and I briefly thought about sitting next to her but her face made me move to the love seat to sit down.  She watched all my movements and then took a large sip of her wine. “Watching you walk in those heels I thought you had to have been doing this for years.  Watching you sit on the couch might have changed my mind.  Girls keep their legs closed and don’t flash everyone.”  She said.  “Umm… the diapers… that has been years… the heels… first day…  I promise.. or second if you include trying them on yesterday…”  “And dresses?”  She interrupted.  “About a month… month and half… and I only have two and got the second one yesterday.”  I replied.  She took another drink and then asked me to tell her everything.  I went back to how my interest in diapers started and about my history of basically binging and purging.  She listened and her face didn’t really show any judgement as she did.  I told her everything all the way up to sending the picture this morning.  “And there is nothing else?”  She asked. “That is all of it…  Uh… I need to go stir the sauce and start the water for the pasta.”  I told her and got up and headed to the kitchen again the noise of my heels sounded like cannons.  “Where is your stuff.”  She called out from the family room.  “In my office on the day bed.”  I replied as I filled the pot with water. As I turned from the sink I could see her move past the entranceway towards the stairs.   I quickly turned the burner on and headed up stairs.  When I entered the office, she was holding up a pair of my panties.  I tried to read her face as she dropped them on the bed. “I am absorbing all of this…. Honestly… the diaper part I get… it is the girl stuff I am struggling a little to understand but not mad about, really.  I am also pretty upset still about the lying.”   She said in a flat voice. “I don’t know that I understand the girl stuff either.  I am so sorry for lying to you… I was too much of a…. of a…” “A sissy…”  She actually laughed as she interrupted me.  Her calling me a sissy cut through me and shocked me and I am sure it showed on my face.  The laugh confused me.  I wasn’t sure if she was laughing at me or trying to laugh with me about the situation. “Yea… I guess that is true.”  I said and dropped my head. “I am sorry.”  Connie stepped closer to me, and I lifted my head as I did.  Our eyes met.  I could tell she was considering what she was going to say next.  “Are you saying you are sorry because you like all of this.”  She waved her hand over the stuff on the day bed.  “Or are you sorry that I found out?”  “Um… I guess both.”  I looked down again.  “Well… the liking this stuff isn’t probably something you could change… it is just who you are.  I can even understand why you would hide it or want it to be private, even.  Again, I am not really mad about that.”  She said flatly.  I lifted head up and my face must have shown some hope or happiness or something.   I also knew that I had to pee pretty badly now and was fairly uncomfortable.  My feet were moving a little.    “Not so fast Missy… I am not forgiving you…  the fake bedwetting… I am mad about that.”  She stopped.  “I am also deciding what I think about you sharing all of this with our daughter in law and not me.”  “I… Deanne discovered it… it wasn’t like I told her but not you…. She found my stuff because I carelessly left it out.  And that happened because you and Kay sent her over to diaper me.”  I said quickly.  “Yes… because you were pretending to be a bed wetter and pissing or leaking all over our bed.”  Her voice was sounding angry.  “Um…. Yes… I did that… I am sorry.”  I squirmed some more. “Are you doing the pee pee dance, right now, seriously?”  She asked.  “I… need to pee… sorry.”   I said and bent forward some.  “You are ending every sentence with sorry… if you have to pee… than pee… you are wearing a diaper.”  “Um… I am scared it will leak…”  I replied.  “Jesus, fuck.  Go across the hall and pee in the bathroom.  If it leaks it will only get on the tile floor and not the carpet.”  She waved her hand in that direction.  I immediately walked out of the room and into the bathroom.  As soon as I was on the tile I let my bladder go.  Even with everything going on I loved how it felt to completely soak my diaper.   I could actually feel some arousal occurring as I did it.  “Don’t move when you are done.  I am going to run down and check on the sauce be right back.”  I heard Connie say followed by the sound of her going down the stairs. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror.  I hated that I loved seeing my maid’s dress.  I lifted the skirt of the dress up and saw my very swollen diaper through my tights, because of my arousal the front pushed out even more than normal.  My hand moved down and squeezed the front of my diaper.  “Wow… you are turned on right now, aren’t you.”  I jumped.  I hadn’t heard Connie come back upstairs.   My hand flew away from my diaper and skirt fell down.  “Do you…  do you jerk off in piss full diapers?”  I slowly nodded my head yes as I looked at her face in the mirror.  Her eyes showed a little surprise but I saw there was maybe a small grin.  “Do it now.”  She said.  “What?”  “Jerk off now.”  I moved my hand back and started to squeeze my dick through my tights and the diaper.  I was a little worried that if I squeezed to tight pee would leak out like it was a sponge.   “The bottom of your dress and the petticoat are blocking my view.”  She said and stepped over next to me.  I moved my hand and she lifted the dress up and grabbed the petticoat and yanked it down.  “Lie down… but flip the dress up… and the apron.”  I did what she told me to do.  I could feel the squish of my diaper as I sat and then lied back.  She pulled the petticoat off me and sat it off the side.  She then looked at me and nodded her head which I took as a direction to start jerking off again. “So, my sissy likes to pee her pretty pink diapers and then play with herself.   Pink is such a pretty color isn’t it sissy.”  She said in an almost baby talk voice.  I hated it but I was getting really turned on by what she was saying.  “Do you think Sissy should be spanked for lying to me?  What would a good punishment be?”  “I…  um… being spanked… that isn’t really…  I…”  “Okay… so that isn’t a turn on… just diapers and pink girly stuff?  This is the time to tell me everything… no more secrets… got it.”  “Yes… and well… maybe… could I suck on your… boobs… while… you know…” “You want to nurse on my boobs while wearing a diaper…. Is that it?”   Again, a small smile was on her face.  “Yes…”  I had slowed my stroking down.  “Anything else…”  “No… except… maybe… if you could jerk me off while I had my diaper on.”   “I have done that… several times so I could get it taped up.”  “Yes… but I meant… when it is like it is now.”  I said quietly.  “Oh… Hmm…”  She kneeled on the floor next to me.  I moved my hand away from my groin.  I couldn’t believe she was considering doing it.  I saw her look at diaper and then watched in shock as she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head.  She was wearing a plain white cotton bra but her cleavage looked great.  “Oh… wow…”  I said.  She reached behind her and undid her bra letting it slide down her arms.  Her breast sagged down as she did this and when she leaned over towards me they swayed some.  “Jesus… Holy fuck.”  I said. “Does my Sissy like what she sees.”  “Yes… very much.”  “So are my tits are better than Deanne’s”  Her hand ran over the front of my diaper. “Way better.”  “How about my hand job skills, are they better.”  She grabbed my dick through the soaked diaper and started to stroke me.  “Fuck yes… I am…. Jesus...  I am going to… fucking cum.”  I could hear Connie laughing as I came. She continued to slowly stroke me as my dick softened.  I was processing everything that had just happened and didn’t know what to say.   “I am going to go grab a diaper and wipes and change you.  You are then going to get your maid outfit sorted out and serve me dinner.  I might let you eat with me.  During dinner I am going to drink lots of wine and after dinner you are going to make me cum with your tongue.”  She said as she stood up. “Uh… okay.”  I said bewildered.  She walked over to the office and came back with a new diaper and wipes and quickly and efficiently changed me.  When she was done, she picked her shirt up and put it back on leaving the bra off.  “Clean everything up and then come down stairs.”  She said walking out. I did what she requested. When I got downstairs, I saw her sitting in the living room and went and grabbed the wine bottle and topped her off.  I grabbed a second bottle out of the dining room and brought it into the kitchen.    I dropped the pasta into the water and stirred the sauce.  While the pasta cooked, I set the table for her and put the salad out.  When the pasta was done, I plated everything and put it on the table.  “Dinner is ready.”  I announced and waited at the entrance.  As she walked by, I took her wine glass and topped it off while she sat down and brought it back to her.  “I could possibly get used to this maid and servant thing.  It might be worth having to diaper you all the time.”  She said and lifted her glass to me.  I wasn’t sure how to respond to that comment.  I think I was still partially in shock at what had happened in the bathroom.  The silence started to get uncomfortable when Connie began to speak. “If you haven’t figured it out.  I am okay with the diapers, sissy and maid dresses, panties and heels.  I am okay with some role playing.  What I am not okay with is lying and deceit.   If that ever happens again, I will divorce you.  Now get your plate and come sit with me Sissy, I love you.” 

Tell me a bit about your setup. I'm assuming you have a "smart" tv of some sort. What's the brand and model?

Wonder if Jacob will get drunk when he starts nursing.  Surely Amanda knows that alcohol transfers directly to breast milk, the exact same level that is in the blood stream.  Is she planning this?

Looking forward to it!