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I don't understand this obcessive behavior compulsion. It's not normal ABDLism, it's an entirely different beast. This and the guy who can't stop tricking people into being his caretaker. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
With that, the young waitress who was holding me twisted my arm painfully behind my back. The crowd cheered and laughed as the older woman began undoing my pants. I was on the verge of tears and told the women that I would cooperate. To the crowd's dismay, the women brought me into the diner and sat me down. With tears in my eyes, I told them that yes, I had been smoking the cigarette behind the diner, that my name was Candie, that I was from New York and was staying with my Aunt Meg. The older woman scolded me and got Aunt Meg on the phone. A short while later Aunt Meg pulled up in the car. The older waitress told her what had happened and that I was a very bad little girl. Aunt Meg agreed and said that I was already being punished for other things, and that this was the last straw. She ordered me to apologize to the waitresses, but I couldn't think of what to say. To the waitress's delight, Aunt Meg reached down and swatted me several times very hard on my butt, and told me to say I was sorry. I was very startled and said I was sorry with tears in my eyes. Aunt Meg announced that she would, "Settle this further when we get home." She then thanked everyone and pulled me out to the car. She put my bike in the trunk and drove us to the house, scolding me the whole way. When we got home Aunt Meg was still very angry and said that turning me into a girl apparently wasn't enough to discourage my bad behavior. She said that now she was going to turn me into a much younger girl so that I would stay out of trouble. I had some bicycle grease on my hands and had been crying, so first she gave me another bath. Then she dried me and wrapped me in a big towel. She made a phone call, put me back in the car wearing just the towel, and drove us a couple of miles to her friend Tammie's house. When we arrived, she told her friend Tammie, an attractive, very tall lady, that I was her very bad boy nephew who needed to be turned into a very well behaved, little girl niece. She asked Tammie if she could borrow some of her little girls' clothes for this purpose. Tammie was more than happy to oblige. She laughed as she led us to up to her daughters' rooms. She had three girls: Karen, Susie and Chrissie. They were, eight, seven, and six-years-old, respectively. Tammie chuckled that, "I was very pretty for a boy." She also said that, "I was hardly any bigger than her daughters, and that their clothes should fit me very well." Despite all my begging and pleading, the women proceeded to show me numerous little-girl outfits. They held up various short dresses, skirts, blouses, etc. to me. Mockingly, Aunt Meg asked, "With all these lovely clothes to choose from, what does little Candie want to wear today"? I was unable to speak and the women continued to taunt me. I begged them to stop, but they just laughed. Finally Aunt Meg said, "Since baby Candie can't make up her mind we'll just have to choose for her." With that she pulled away my towel leaving me naked. As I quickly covered my tiny penis with my hand, the women laughed and laughed. As I stood there helplessly, Aunt Meg pulled a pair of pink frilly, silky little-girl panties up my legs. I felt hot and was blushing all over. They fit me perfectly! My Aunt was very happy and exclaimed, "Oh Candie, what a pretty little bottom you have!" I felt so mortified, my eyes began to tear. They laughed and said not to be a "cry baby." The woman sat me on the bed and put lacy socks and rather tight Mary-Jane shoes on my feet. Then they started braiding my long blonde hair into two ponytails on each side of my head. I begged them to stop, but they wouldn't listen. When they finished, they tied a bow of ribbon on each ponytail. All my nerves were finally getting to me and I started sobbing heavily. Tammie held out a light, silky petticoat (a full slip with tiers of ruffles) for me to put my arms through, but I kept crying and didn't respond. With that my aunt said mockingly and in baby-talk, "Doesn't little Candie want to stop crying and finish getting dressed? I didn't answer, and she responded, "Okay, little baby, It's very warm out, so if you don't stop CRYING THIS INSTANT I'll take you home in JUST YOUR SHOES AND YOUR PANTIES for everyone to see. Do you want that, sweetheart?" I tried to nod my head no, but I just couldn't stop crying. My Aunt became even angrier and added, "And on the way home we'll go into town and then stop over at the playground. Would you like that, honey?" I sniffled and sobbed, but I just couldn't speak. My Aunt probably thought I was being uncooperative, and she continued, "And when we get to the playground, I'll gather a crowd together, announce what a bad little boy you've been, pull down your panties, put you over my knee, and spank you so hard you won't sit for a week, IS THAT CLEAR?" With that she started pulling me towards the door and saying goodbye to Tammie. Tammie, who was laughing hysterically, looked at me and waved, "Bye, Bye, baby Candie. Have fun at the playground!" I couldn't believe what was happening! Aunt Meg was serious about this, so I knew I had to stop crying. This would be far more humiliation than I could handle! I was able to muster up all my strength and stop crying. My Aunt asked me if I wanted to finish getting dressed and I whimpered, "Yes, ma'am." To which she said, "Now that's a good little girl." My humiliation continued as the women resumed from where they left off. The smooth full slip was dropped over my head and through my arms. To top everything else off came a little-girl style dress with a big bow in the back, puffy sleeves, and lots of lace trim. The women ooohed and aaahed as they straighten the dress out on me. It fit very well, and it was quite short. The woman lead me over to a floor length mirror and I was STUNNED TO SEE HOW I LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE A VERY PRETTY SEVEN OR EIGHT-YEAR-OLD GIRL! I was trembling all over. The woman were extremely happy with the results, and said the I looked, "Adorable." I was told to behave like a good little girl. Before I could even catch my breath, the women led me out to the kitchen. The silky panties, petticoat, dress, etc., felt incredibly smooth and feminine. They made a very noticeable swishing sound as I walked or moved in them. I felt both very scared but also extremely aroused. Tammie said that since I was such a good girl I could have milk and cookies if my aunt said it was okay. I wasn't at all hungry and said, "No thank you, ma'am." Then she asked if I wanted to go out back and play with her daughters. I said, no thank you, again. Aunt Meg said I had to do one or the other. I was afraid to go outside so I choose the milk & cookies. Their coffee was heating so we went into the living room. I sat down on the couch as I usually did when wearing pants. The women started laughing hysterically as I unwittingly sat with my legs spread open. Aunt Meg said, "Candie, dear, unless you want your panties to be all exposed, you have to sit with your legs crossed when wearing a dress." I immediately closed my legs and the women laughed and said that I was blushing again. They then taught me how to sit properly while wearing a dress. I couldn't eat many cookies and when I finished Aunt Meg said I had to go out back and play with the girls. I was feeling extremely self-conscious as one could imagine and didn't want to be seen by any more people, including young children. But Tammie took me by the arm and said she would introduce me. Aunt Meg came along as well. The girls were playing jump rope on the patio. As I looked straight down at the ground, Tammie introduced me as, "Candie from New York" and asked her daughters to make me feel at home as I was very shy. She told Susie that I had to borrow one of her dresses, and Susie said I looked very pretty in it. The three asked me to join them in skipping rope, but I whispered that I didn't know how. Aunt Meg asked them to teach me, and they were happy to. Then Aunt Meg said that she and Tammie were going in, and she warned me that I had better play nice and be a good little girl, or else. She added that she was going to come out later and see me jump, so that I had better let the girls teach me. -
By diaperbutt09 · Posted
It's happened to me a few times. It happens mostly when I'm getting an ultrasound of my bladder and the tech pushes against my bladder and it usually pushes urine out. Another time it's happened was right after a cystoscopy. -
By spoonchicken · Posted
Makes you wonder if this a former member here -
By Lost Little Neppy · Posted
I'm glad Clark has grown up from the brat he used to be, even though he's still a bit arrogant. And even if Brollish's first name isn't really Karen, it fits. I'm sure Janet, Beouf, Clark, and possibly others are counting the days until she either retires or goes to another school to principal there. Though if I remember correctly, public schools like to keep their principals until they retire.
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