Sissy Room

This routine helps me if I feel like I can't empty 

Chapter 85 The next morning, I was halfway through breakfast when Betsy came walking through the back door. My parents were out for the day, so we had the house to ourselves. I saved some food for you, I said. Dig in. Thanks, she replied, heading toward the kitchen. How’d you know I wanted something to eat? I gave her a look and smirked. Come on, Betsy. This isn’t the first time you’ve come over just to eat with me. You’re too lazy to make something for yourself when you know you can bum a meal off me. She rolled her eyes but smiled, grabbing a plate. Hey, if it works, it works. I see you brought everything I asked for, I said, glancing at the bag Betsy had set down.  I still don’t see why you need all of it, Betsy said. I shrugged and said we’d talk about it after breakfast. Fair enough. We went back to finishing our plates, the quiet comfort of a shared meal filling the space. About fifteen minutes later, I got up and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. Then I turned to Betsy. Let’s head upstairs so I can get you changed before we meet with the seamstress. She nodded and followed me up to my room. Once there, I undress her only leaving her bra on. She then laid out the supplies she’d brought. I helped her get ready, making sure everything was in place for the fitting. As I reached for the diaper, she looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Why do I need to be in a diaper to meet the seamstress? We’ll talk about it on the way, I said gently. She sighed. Fine. With that, she lay back, and I finished helping her get dressed—diaper, plastic pants, and finally the dress she’d brought for the appointment. I paused briefly, noting that she’d need a shave later, but decided we’d handle that after the fitting. As we were walking out the door, Betsy glanced over and said, You know, the last time I was outside in a diaper was when we got back from the cabin and I only had a diaper and a T-shirt on. I was helping unload the car—do you remember that? I nodded, grinning. Oh, I remember. But what stands out more is changing that stinky diaper of yours when we got home. She gave me a playful smack on the arm. I just laughed. Well, she said with a smirk, smoothing the fabric of her dress, at least this time it’s covered up. It’s nice not having it on full display. I smiled, appreciating her confidence and the ease between us. Moments like this—lighthearted, honest, and real—made everything feel just right. As Betsy settled into the passenger seat, she smirked. By the way, you better get used to my stinky diapers—because you’ll be changing a lot more of them. I laughed and shook my head. Thanks for the warning. Then she asked, So why exactly did I need to wear a diaper to see the seamstress? Let’s start with this, I said, pulling out of the driveway. We’re heading there for two reasons. First, remember that talk we had up at the cabin? I said we’d need to stock up—about forty diapers—for when you move in. You told me you wanted to pick out the colors and designs yourself, since you’re the one wearing them. And I agreed. She nodded, remembering. But, I added with a grin, just remember—I get to pick out two designs that I like. She rolled her eyes but smiled. Fine. But if you pick something ridiculous, I’m blaming you every time I wear it. As we cruised down the road, I glanced over at Betsy and said with a teasing grin, Also, didn’t you say you’d like to be treated like a three-year-old sometimes? She didn’t say a word—just gave a small, sheepish nod. I chuckled. Well, you might want to remember that when we’re picking out diaper designs. Don’t be surprised if one of my choices has cartoon animals or sparkles. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. You’re impossible. And you’re predictable, I said, laughing. But that’s why this works. Besides picking out diaper designs for you, I said as we drove, we’re also going to look at patterns and styles that a three-year-old girl might wear. Betsy gave me a curious look. Wait—why? Well, I said, glancing over at her, you did say you like being treated like a three-year-old sometimes. So, I figured, if we’re going to have some outfits made, they might as well match that vibe. Something playful, soft, and fun. She didn’t say anything right away, just looked out the window with a small smile. I’m not talking about anything over-the-top, I added. Just a few pieces that feel comforting and fit the mood when you’re in that headspace. She nodded slowly. Okay… but I get final approval. Deal, I said. But I still get to pick one outfit I like, just like with the diaper designs. She laughed. You’re really leaning into this, aren’t you? Only because I know you’ll love it. She tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. Can you tell me more about the ones she makes? I nodded, smiling. Well, I know she designs onesies that would actually work for you. They’re not just cute—they’re practical. The fabric’s got enough stretch to be comfy, but it’s snug enough to hold up a wet diaper so it doesn’t sag or shift around too much. Betsy blinked, then laughed softly. Functional fashion. I like it. Exactly, I said. She uses reinforced snaps and a slightly longer torso so everything stays in place. Plus, she adds little details—like ruffled sleeves or embroidered patches—that make each piece feel special. It’s not just clothing, it’s comfort with personality. Betsy looked thoughtful, her fingers tapping lightly against her leg. So it’s like… something that helps me stay in that little mindset, but also feels safe and secure? Yeah, I said gently. It’s designed for that space. Soft seams, gentle textures, and just enough whimsy to make you smile when you put it on. She smiled, a little more openly now. I think I’d like that. I know you would, I said. And I’ll make sure we pick out a few that feel just right—for you. I nodded thoughtfully. I also know she makes onesies that are a bit more grown-up—like, ones that look more like stylish bodysuits or rompers. They’re perfect for when we go out and you still want that comfort and security, but without drawing attention. Betsy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. So, they’re discreet? Exactly, I said. They’re designed with subtle patterns, neutral colors, and clean lines. Some even have lace trim or soft cotton blends that feel cozy but look totally appropriate in public. You could pair one with jeans or a skirt and no one would ever guess. She smiled, clearly warming to the idea. That actually sounds… kind of amazing. They’re made for people who want to feel little but still move through the world confidently, I said. You get the emotional comfort without sacrificing style or dignity. Betsy leaned back in her seat, her expression thoughtful. Okay. I definitely want to see those. You will, I promised. We’ll pick out a few that feel just right—for both sides of you. I smiled, thinking of another detail. Oh—and she also makes pants with snaps running down the seams of the legs. That way, I don’t have to undress you completely just to change your diaper. Betsy blinked, then gave a soft laugh. Seriously? That’s a thing? Yep, I said. They’re designed for easy access, but they still look like regular pants. You’d never know unless you were looking for it. It’s discreet, practical, and honestly kind of genius. She looked impressed. That would make things so much easier. Exactly, I said. It’s all about keeping you comfortable while making sure everything’s simple and stress-free. No fuss, no awkwardness—just thoughtful design. Betsy nodded slowly, her expression softening. I love that you’ve thought about all of this. I just want you to feel safe and cared for, I said gently. And if a few clever snaps can help with that, I’m all in. I smiled, remembering another feature. She can also make rompers with snaps in them—just like the pants. They run along the inseam or down the sides, so it’s super easy to do a quick change without having to take the whole thing off. Betsy’s eyes lit up. Seriously? That sounds so convenient. Totally, I said. They’re designed to look cute and feel cozy, but they’re also practical. You get the playful vibe of a romper, but with the kind of access that makes everything smoother for both of us. She nodded, clearly impressed. I love that she’s thought of all these little things. She really gets it, I said. The snaps are discreet, the fabrics are soft, and the designs range from whimsical to subtle. Whether you’re in full little mode or just want something comfy for lounging, there’s something that fits. Betsy leaned back, a thoughtful smile on her face. I’m starting to get excited about this. You should be, I said. We’re building a wardrobe that’s not just adorable—it’s tailored to you. I nodded, a little smile tugging at my lips. I do know there are so many other types of clothing she can make. We just need to ask her when we get there. Betsy looked intrigued, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. Like what? Well, I said, thinking it through, she’s really creative. Beyond onesies, rompers, and snap pants, she’s made dresses with hidden padding, skirts with built-in bloomers, even cozy hoodies with playful prints and oversized pockets. If you can imagine it, she can probably make it. Betsy leaned forward slightly, clearly interested. So we could design something totally custom? Exactly, I said. We can talk to her about fabrics, colors, even little details like appliqués or embroidery. Whether it’s something playful for little space or something subtle for everyday comfort, she’s open to ideas. She smiled, her voice soft. That makes me feel really seen. That’s the goal, I said gently. This isn’t just about clothes—it’s about creating something that fits who you are, inside and out. I nodded, adding another thought. Oh—and I know she makes really nice-looking diaper covers too. Betsy looked over, curious. Like, decorative ones? Exactly, I said. They’re designed to be both functional and stylish. Some are made with soft cotton or velour, and she adds little touches—like lace trim, cute prints, or even satin bows. They’re meant to feel special, not just like something you wear out of necessity. She smiled, clearly intrigued. So they’re more like part of the outfit? Totally, I said. You can wear them over a diaper and still feel put together. Whether it’s something playful for little space or something subtle for lounging, she’s got options that match different moods. Betsy nodded slowly, her voice soft. I love that. It makes everything feel more in Ok I get all of that, but you still haven’t told me yet why I need to be in a diaper to see her. Ahh yea about that. You might not be thrilled with the reason why, I began carefully, but I promise—it’ll all work out in the end. Betsy gave me a look, arms crossed. Just get to the point. I’m trying to say it in a good way, I said with a small smile. Just… remember, you’re not the only one who’s gone to her for custom clothes. She’s worked with a lot of people who wear diapers, and she’s really respectful about it. Betsy raised an eyebrow, still waiting. I took a breath. Okay. When she meets someone new—especially someone who’s going to be wearing diapers regularly—she needs to take measurements while they’re actually wearing one. And… only a diaper. Her eyes widened slightly. Wait. You’re saying she’s going to measure me while I’m just in a diaper? I nodded gently. Yes. But only so she can make sure everything fits right. The way the fabric lays, how the snaps align, how much room is needed—it all depends on how the diaper fits your body. She wants the clothes to look good on you, not just on paper. Betsy looked away for a moment, processing. That’s… a little embarrassing. I get that, I said softly. But it’s just once. And she’s incredibly professional. She’s not judging you—she’s focused on making sure you feel comfortable and confident in what you wear. She was quiet for a beat, then sighed. Okay. I guess that makes sense. I smiled. You’re brave for doing this. And I’ll be right there with you the whole time. We pulled up to the storefront, the sign above the door playful and inviting, with soft pastel lettering that matched the vibe we’d been talking about all week. I turned off the engine and glanced over at Betsy, who was staring out the window, her expression unreadable. Before we got out, I asked one last time, my voice low and careful. Are you sure you’re going to be okay with having your measurements taken in just a diaper? She hesitated, then gave a small shrug. Not really, she admitted. But I’ll get over it. I nodded, respecting her honesty. Okay then. You still want to go in and have some pretty toddler-style clothes made for you? She turned to me, her cheeks slightly pink but her eyes steady. Yeah, she said. I’ll get over the embarrassment in a while. It’s just one part of the process, right? Exactly, I said gently. Just one moment, and then it’s all about creating something that makes you feel safe and happy. She took a deep breath, then reached for the door handle. Let’s do it.

A little clearing of the air, beyond the sex, they learn some more about their lover Chapter 5 I lay on Mommy and heard her sniffle. She tried to wipe her face once, but I wouldn’t let her push me off. You ARE beautiful Mommy… you just need to know that. And I’m going to help you understand. Finally, I felt a pat on my bottom as she took a breath and said, “Okay sweetie… I’m all right. You can let go now. I turned to whisper in her ear, “Are you sure?” I felt her head nod, “Yeah… I’m sure. And I need to pee. And Mommy doesn’t wear diapers like a certain little girl I know.” I giggled and rolled off from her. “Maybe you should try them sometime,” I teased. I watched her roll off the bed and walk, stark naked, to the bathroom. Yeah, a teeny bit of cellulite on your thigh, but you’re still wonderful! You need to realize that Mommy. Then I realized something. I put my hand over my mouth as if in shock… An affair with… dun dun duuunnn!!! An OLDER WOMAN!!!! Then I giggled quietly, wondering what my mom would say… Shit! What WOULD mom say? She knows about me and girls, but…  well. Mommy isn’t sure about any commitment yet; I’ll worry about mom later. I got up and pulled the wet diaper from the middle of the bed, rolled it up and walked naked out to the kitchen with it to put it in the bin. I noticed by the shadows on the distant mountains that it must be late afternoon already. Sigh… STOP SUN!! STOP!! I want this afternoon to last forever!!! But I knew it wouldn’t stop. I plodded back towards the bedroom. When I got close to the bathroom, the door was ajar and I could hear the shower. I shrugged a little, pushed the door open and peeked around the shower curtain asking, “Can I join you?” Her back was towards me, but she turned her head enough to smile and say, “Of course sweetie, come on in. Soon as I rinse my hair, Mommy will help baby girl get clean.” I stepped in and watched for a second as she rinsed her hair. I noticed that being on the short side, it was… practical. It didn’t take her as long to wash hers as it usually takes me to do mine. As she wiped the water from her eyes, she simply said, “Turn around and bend over sweetie…” I shook my head a little and held up my hands, “No… no I just meant…” She was reaching for the loofa and putting some body wash on it. Mommy’s free hand made a twirling motion, “Now sweetie. Until you’re a big girl, Mommy will be doing a few things for you.” I felt naked and a little chilly. No doubt because I WAS naked, and the warm water was on her side. Her free hand reached and took my hand, giving it a tiny jerk and turning me around. With one hand gently pushing between my shoulder blades, I felt the loofa find its target, my ass crack. I put my hands out against the wall to steady myself. As I felt the loofa scrub, Mommy casually said, “At least you don’t poopoo in your diaper. Mommy can change those too, but this is a lot easier…” With that last part, she seemed to push a bit harder, scrubbing back and forth over my back hole. Then she moved to my two cheeks, scrubbing each of them. It didn’t hurt, but more like she was exfoliating my skin. Then my back. Then I felt water from the shower on my lower back. I twisted my neck to see she had knelt  to scrub my legs, no longer blocking the water with her body. Is she going to wash my whole body? “Stand up and turn around darling, so we can get your front side,” she said. I did as she said and felt her softly scrubbing the front side of my legs. She is… she’s going to wash her little girl from head to toe it seems… She was still kneeling as she tapped the side of the tub/shower, saying, “One foot up here, Mommy has to clean your kitty.” I put a hand on the opposite wall to keep my balance and put my foot up as I watched Mommy put some more body wash on the loofa. As she reached, she said quietly, “I didn’t see any baby wipes sweetie, you really need some for diaper changes…. Now that you’re in proper diapers again and not those pullups.” Her hand was more gentle with my kitty than with my ass. But she made sure that the fold of my hips and thighs were clean. I blushed when I felt her fingers spread the lips of my kitty and the loofa made a couple of gentle passes between them. But she moved on, standing up again and gently scrubbing my belly, tits, even arms. I watched as she put the loofa back in the small shower basket and lathered her hands. “Close your eyes sweetie…” was all she said as she even washed my face. Actually… this is nice. My body all softly scrubbed, even my intimate places, but not actually trying to have sex. Just… just Mommy taking care of me. --- --- As I washed her body, I had an ulterior motive. I looked over every inch as I scrubbed. I felt a little better as I discovered each tiny imperfection. Not that I wanted this girl to be ugly or wish her some ill will. But it helped me realize she had spoken truthfully, we’re not perfect. Even a young 26-year-old had a few things. That tiny mole on the back of your thigh, and what looked like an acne scar on your shoulder. That vein over your left tit. A little mark on your left buttock. Not a lot, but they were there… Why didn’t I notice them before?? Probably because I was so DAMNED HORNY!!! But now, feeling more maternal than lustful… I finished with her hair and shut off the water. We stepped out together and I found a towel for her first. Then one for her hair. There was, thankfully, one last clean towel which I wrapped around myself. I took her hand, “Come along, let’s see if we can find a bite to eat.” I walked her to the front room, both of us just wrapped in towels. I pointed towards the table, “Have a seat sweetie, while Mommy checks your refrigerator.” Hmm… slim pickings. I pushed things about to look, some of the containers of leftovers seemed highly questionable. I spoke up a bit so she could hear me, “Sweetie, you can’t keep things forever. What did this used to be?? Meatballs? Tsk, nobody wants GREEN meatballs sweetie.” I reclosed it and tossed THAT into the bin, container and all. I settled for warming up half of a left-over pizza. I was about to put it on the table, when I glanced out the balcony windows. The sun and shadows on the mountains, whoa!! I’ve heard of the ‘Belt of Venus’; but I’ve never seen it like this. The mountains, the clouds above them… it was like… like something out of a movie. I carried the plate to the living room and called Cindy, “Let’s eat in here and watch the sky.” In just moments, we were sitting side by side, naked except for our towels, munching quietly. There was a shift and I saw the deepest red on a cloud. I jerked my arm and pointed, “Look at that!! Have you ever seen anything like that!?!?!” She looked but didn’t seem to see at first. Then she said, “Oh yeah… the clouds just past the mountain, you can see the shadows. Like they’re crawling slowly over the clouds, then meet the ones climbing up the hills.” We ate in silence as we watched. Finally, the shadows met and twilight grew deeper. I turned to look and she was looking at me. When she saw me looking back, she smiled. This is going to be interesting. We’re not exactly cut from the same cloth. But we’ve already taken a few baby steps, maybe a few more… I craned my neck to see the clock on the microwave. Seven thirty already. I took a deep breath, “Baby, Mommy needs to get going. Do you want me to put you in a diaper for bedtime?” Her shoulders sagged a little, “Yeah, I know. Would you mind? I do sleep better sometimes that way.” I patted her leg and helped her up. As I walked her back to her bedroom, she asked me, “So… should we go over some rules and stuff?” I positioned her next to her bed and unwrapped her towel. As I helped her to lie down, I asked, “Rules? What sort of rules did you have in mind?” She scooted a little and lifted her hips for me to slide a fresh diaper underneath her. She said simply, “Oh you know… like the baby… that’s me… has to call Mommy… that’s you… every night at bedtime. Or like, baby has to tell Mommy when I go tinkles in my diaper. Stuff like that. Or anytime you tell me to play with my kitty, like you did at your place, I have to be a good girl and do as Mommy says.” I taped her up and sat on the side of the bed. I nodded and said, “Oh… do you think we should have rules? But what is Mommy supposed to do if baby doesn’t follow them? If we have rules, we need to have punishments for breaking the rules.” HA! Look at that face! Didn’t think about THAT now did ya!! She raised her hand and gently bit her finger. Like a little girl with her hand caught in the candy jar. Then she said, “I just thought… you know… something so I could be… be your good little girl.” I nodded and thought for a moment. Then I knew just what I wanted to say, “Okay, but let’s start simple. Two rules for my baby girl. First, every day this week, when baby goes to bed, she wears a diaper. Baby can do anything she wants in it, play with her kitty, go tinkles, even wear one to work if you want. BUT… every night you wear one to bed. Can you do that for Mommy?” She looked so adorable, biting her fingernail and nodding. Then lisping softly, “yeth Mommy. Was da other wule…” I grinned and held up my hand with two fingers extended, “Rule number two. No more dirty towels on the floor in the bathroom and all the dirty clothes get put in the basket, not on the floor.” She pouted a little, “Aww mommy….” I lifted my eyebrow and gave her, ‘the look’. Then I stood up and took off my own towel. I took both towels over towards the closet and tossed them in the laundry basket. I bent over and picked up the rest of the dirty laundry and tossed it in as well, while saying, “You wanted some rules, we’ll start with those. It won’t kill you, one ‘fun’ rule, one ‘not so fun’ rule.” I straightened up and found my own clothes. As I slipped them on, I added, “And Mommy might stop by some night after work this week to check, so don’t forget. I know you don’t care for spankings, but if you can’t follow the rules, Mommy may have to. Or I’ll come up with something else for a naughty girl.” Fully dressed, I picked up her clothes, “Now, let’s get you dressed so you can take me home. These jeans fit over your diaper before…” … Soon I was opening my own apartment door. I had kissed her good night in the car. I’m sure she would have come in if I asked her. But I needed to get things ready for work, and maybe some time by myself to think. I put out an outfit to wear tomorrow and grabbed a piece of chocolate before turning on the tv. Just before ten, I heard my phone chirp. ///// “Night night Mommy, it’s baby Cindy’s bedtime.” “Good night baby, sweet dreams.” ///// After the eleven o’clock news, I tucked myself into bed. Maybe… Maybe I can do this… She hugs me when I get upset… She seems to want more than just the sex… And she isn’t all about herself. So many littles are all “me, me, me.” Still, she’s a lawyer and has money apparently… Well, she didn’t drool over Jenn, and she WAS trying to go down on me… Maybe she’s right, maybe… … I slapped the alarm and sat up. UGH!!! I hate Mondays. I stripped off my top and peed. Then got out some fresh panties and put on the outfit I had picked out. I’m not worth shit in the mornings, that’s why I set things out the night before. A cup of coffee and a bagel and I was off. No sooner did I get in the door at work and my phone went off. When I looked, I groaned a little. ///// “Morning Mommy, hope you had a nice night.” “I was good and woke up dry.” “See? I can be a big girl….” What was that I said before about her not being super needy?? “Good for you sweetie.” “Mommy is already at the office, got to get the coffee machine going.” “We can talk a bit later.” “Oh… I don’t go in until 9.” “And don’t you have people to do that stuff?” Sigh… Well, she needs to understand. Sooner or later… “Sweetie, I’M THAT ‘PEOPLE’” “I get in early to do some of those things ‘you have people’ for.” … … Quiet. Did that scare her off? … “I’m sorry Mommy. I didn’t mean… I mean I didn’t know…” “I know sweetie. But look around you more.” “Folks like me help make the world work.” “Okay Mommy. Can I call you tonight?” “I get home about five, after that sweetie.” “How about after I get ready for bed?” “That would be nice. Mommy can maybe tell you a bedtime story.” “I’d like that. Byeeeee!” “Bye-bye little one.” ///// Well damn it, she was going to find out soon enough. Now, I better get those copies made for the ten o’clock. Sigh… --- --- When I got home, I ‘nuked’ a frozen dinner and text Julia. I knew she’d be dying to hear. ///// “Hey girl, what’s up?” “Hey yourself. How are you? How’s that new mommy working out?” “Tsk… right to the dirty bits huh?” “Yup! Now dish it up.” “You sure you’re not gay? Want to hear about my sex life all the time?” “Yes, I’m sure. But you didn’t answer my question.” “Well… met her sister yesterday.” “Straight as an arrow and seems a bit prudish.” “Then brought Mommy back to my place.” “Ooo..  Spend the night?” “NO.  Sheesh… We both had work this morning.” “Chicken!!!  Lol” “For your information, I woke up Sunday morning in her arms. Pbbbbbtttt” “W…T…F!!!! The same day you met? You’re moving FAST!” “Couldn’t sleep, two AM, went to her place and played the scared little girl routine.” “Sneaky little bitch! LOL” “Hey!!” “Just teasing.” “You lezzies.. always moving so fast!” “When you going to marry her?” “The week after you marry that Tom character!  Pbbbbtt” “Hey, Tom and I are in… well a good place right now.” “Don’t want to mess it up.” “Yeah yeah, you let him fuck you every Saturday and you hardly see him the rest of the week” “Cindy…. Don’t be mean.” “Sorry… *hugs*” “*hugs*” “I didn’t mean to hurt u, but I just think you can do better.” “Well… he did take me to St. Thomas last spring.” “True… and on that sailing cruise.” “That was dreamy” “Anyway, glad for you. But need to get dinner out of the oven.” “Kay… TTYL” ///// Hmm… speaking of Mommy… I should be a good girl… I took a quick shower and made sure all the laundry was in the basket. I had to reuse a towel since Mommy used the last one yesterday. Yesterday… walking around with just a towel… Sigh… So…  ‘domesticated’. How can she be so comfortable one minute, but have such a hangup about her body… A little tv but my hand started wandering. It was only eight thirty, but I decided to call. “Hello?” “Hi Mommy!!!” “Hi there sweetie, did you have a good day?” “Uh huh. And her name is Gretchen.” “Gretchen? Who? What are you talking about?” I explained, “You said to look around more. The nice lady that makes our coffee in the mornings. I spoke with her for a bit today. Her name is Gretchen, she has two boys, one runs a deli and the other is in construction. Her husband is Juan and they both became citizens four years ago. And the special delivery guy is James; he’s working his way through school. And… um… the lunch lady is… ooo… Darn it! I can’t remember…” When I stopped to take a breath, Mommy jumped in, “Shh.. it’s okay. But I’m glad you took some time to notice. That was very nice of you.” I was anxious to share my new appreciation, “Did you know, Gretchen has worked there for ten years! A lot longer than me!! And she said, only about four people in the whole office even seems to know her name!?!?!?!” I thought I’d uncovered some deep secret, but Mommy just said, “I’m not surprised. And I bet if you know your coworkers, you could figure out which ones.” Now how could I…  Oh…  now that she said it… I lowered my voice as I lost some of my enthusiasm, “Yeah, now that you say that. I have a pretty good idea.” Her reply was simply, “You’re pretty perceptive… for a little girl still in diapers. You ARE wearing your diaper like Mommy told you, right?” Suddenly, just those few words and I felt ‘little’. I wanted to snuggle with her and suck my thumb. I whispered, “Yes Mommy, I’m a good girl. And I picked up all my dirty clothes too. Can Mommy come over and tuck me in bed?” Her voice through the phone was gently, but firm, “Not tonight baby. And if you try to pull that stunt at my door again in the middle of the night, I’ll have to spank you.” I felt myself whimpering, “But… but…” She didn’t let me get very far, “I mean it sweetie. Running around at two o’clock in the morning dressed in nothing but a diaper and a nighty. The world isn’t always a safe place for little girls. Do that again and I will spank.” I felt my eyes starting to get wet as I pouted, “Yes Mommy… I sowwy.” There was a pause. Then she said barely a whisper, “I know darling. Now, for being a good girl, get in bed and put me on speaker phone, right next to your pillow. And turn out the light.” “Gimme a second….” After getting situated as she said, I turned my head towards my phone, “Mommy going to read me a bedtime story?” Her soft voice came from my phone in the darkness, “That’s right… Now just listen to Mommy’s voice… Once upon a time, there was a brave little girl named Cindy.” I grinned, “Just like me!!” Mommy’s voice shifted a little, “Sweetie, don’t interrupt. Why don’t you put your pacifier in your mouth so Mommy can tell the story.” I felt my face blush a little. Then I reached under my pillow and got my pacifier. I mumbled around it, “owwy Ommy.. I dots its” Her voice in the darkness was soothing, “Good Girl… Baby Cindy is a good girl for Mommy.” I shivered at her words. I had an idea what was going to happen and rolled onto my side facing my phone. My hand pushed between my thighs and cupped the thick diaper, one that Mommy had bought me. Her voice started again, softly, “Once upon a time, there was a brave little girl named Cindy.” I closed my eyes and gently squeezed my diaper as she went on. “Cindy was special because even though all her friends used the big girl potty, Cindy couldn’t always manage it. She tried to be a big girl, but sometimes she had a little trouble. She was a good girl and did just what her mommy told her, trying her best to wipe her hiney and not get her pretty panties dirty. And her mommy always told her, ‘just do the best you can, Mommy understands it’s hard to be a big girl sometimes’.” “Then, one day, she had a little accident and tinkled in her panties. But her mommy didn’t get mad. In fact, her mommy gave her a hug and kiss and told her, ‘its okay… you can just be my little baby girl now’.” “Then her mommy put her in a baby diaper that was just her size…” Ooo… just like you did… you got me diapers just my size…<shiver> My hand was rubbing more now; this woman is making up a story about how I end up in diapers… “At first little Cindy was upset, she wasn’t the big girl she thought. Her mommy said she was just a little baby again. But her mommy hugged her close and kissed her softly.” “After a couple of days, Cindy learned she liked when Mommy would change her diaper… She liked the special feelings when Mommy changed her. The way Mommy would gently wipe her kitty, making it feel nice.” Oh yeah… and even… I kept my legs closed against my hand as it rubbed my diaper more and more as I listened. “One day, Cindy was playing with her pink unicorn friend and she felt that same feeling. So she gently pushed her hand inside her diaper. She found out she could make those same special feelings as what Mommy did. She just touched her special place with her finger… then gently moved her finger…” I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. Just as Mommy said, I slipped my hand inside and touched my clit, my ‘special place’. “… when Mommy saw her, little Cindy was worried. But Mommy just smiled and told her, ‘go ahead sweetie… all babies do it’. Cindy smiled up at her mommy as her finger touched some more, making her feel special as mommy smiled.” I remembered her face, smiling at me. My pacifier started bobbing gently against my lips as I remembered Mommy’s boobs. There was a pause, then her voice went on, “Sometimes when Mommy changed Cindy’s diaper, Mommy kissed her special place. Cindy smiled when Mommy did that. And sometimes, Mommy would just smile and gently put Cindy’s fingers inside her special place. Cindy always liked that… Cindy liked doing what Mommy said….” Oh god… here it… I slipped my finger inside, gently stroking my slit and then inside again. “… if Cindy stopped, Mommy would just nuzzle in her ear and whisper, ‘go ahead baby… cum in your diaper… be a good girl for mommy…’” I felt myself starting to lose it, I was sucking hard on my pacifier as my finger started pumping in and out. My diaper was starting to make noise. Mommy must have heard it over the phone, how could she not? Her voice, so close to my ear, like she was here in bed with me… watching me as I… as I do this to my own kitty… “… that’s it… Cindy’s a good girl… Cindy is my little baby… still wears diapers and sucks Mommies titty…” My muscles spasmed. I felt my vagina clenching against my finger as I felt the wave of ecstasy wash over me. I felt all my muscles go slack as I lay back, breathing hard. Even over the phone, Mommy could tell. She was quiet for a minute as I recovered. As my breathing settled, she spoke again, “That’s my good girl. Now put your pacifier back in your mouth if you need to, then close your eyes and get some sleep. You’ve been a good girl today. Mommy’s proud of you.” --- --- And I really was proud of her. She took the time to look around and actually ‘see’ some of those ‘people’ that so many take for granted. Sigh… maybe there’s hope for us after all sweetie… To Be Continued  

Last night? Greg's sense of time seems to be a bit off. Hopefully, that's not a sign of maturosis. 😝 Finally, the story has reached the issue that was the subject of my first comment on the story—and one that I’ve always wondered why Greg doesn’t seem to feel conflicted about. Perhaps he’ll now respond to the fact that he makes a living by ruining people’s lives.

my new favorite story, I love the vulnerability of these two and the emotionalism of the interactions that creates.