Trading Post

This bit about going to the ABDL party is taking a while. So I've broken it up into a couple of parts. Enjoy. Chapter 37 The Party Part 1 I woke up before Mommy and the alarm. As I lay there for a minute, I realized what woke me, my bladder and my gut. I looked over at Mommy, sleeping peacefully, and decided now was as good a time as any. I flipped back the covers and got up. When my nightie brushed against my legs, I paused. I tugged a little and pulled it over my head, letting it fall onto the foot of the bed. I know Mommy prefers me not to take off my own diaper, but she always said this was an exception. I shimmied down my dry diaper and walked into the bathroom. I closed the door and took a seat to do… Well as Mommy would want me to say, ‘to do my poopies’. A little grunting and I reached back to operate the handle. Just as the toilet flushed, I heard the alarm clock going off. “Babe?? Sweetheart where are you?” I heard Mommy calling. “In here Mommy. You might want to wait a minute for the air to clear in here first,” I answered. I think I heard a snicker, but she answered, “All right sweetie, but don’t take too long. Mommy needs to tinkle.” With that prompting, I pulled from the roll and wiped. I flushed again and reached for the can of air freshener, giving the room a spray. Then I opened the door a crack and spoke, “Coast is clear. Can I take a shower now?” I watched her climb out of bed and headed towards me, pushing the door open fully. She kissed my cheek and then tapped my bottom, “Of course dear, get my little darling all squeaky clean.” I watched as she hiked up her nightie and pushed down her panties as she sat. When I hadn’t moved yet, she giggled and waved a hand, “Well go on sweetie, shower. Haven’t you ever seen a woman tinkle?” I blushed a little and reached for the shower handle. I kept looking away as I mumbled, “Actually, no Mommy I haven’t.” I heard that wonderful giggle again as the toilet flushed for a third time. Then she was behind me with her hand on my bare bottom. She whispered in my ear, “Don’t take too long in there baby and don’t make ickies in there. Mommy has to use that shower too.” The water was warm enough, so I stepped in as I answered her, “Yes Mommy, I’ll be good.” After my shower, I dried and looked in the closet and picked out some pants and a shirt. I buttoned up my shirt and was about to reach for my pants when… No, I need to wear diapers now. I should call Mommy to help. But then I saw it on the floor, the one I wore to bed, laying on the floor where I had left it. I picked it up and shimmied it back up my hips, then put on my pants. When I walked down to the kitchen, Mommy looked up for a moment. Then she simply said, “Decided to be a little boy today? I hope there’s a diaper under there.” As I poured a cup of coffee, I felt my cheeks redden a little as I replied, “Yes Mommy, the one I woke up in, it was still dry.” She put her empty bowl in the sink, kissed my cheek and gave my bottom a playful thump. She smiled and said, “Good boy! Now, I have to get to work early after taking the afternoon off. You be a good boy and I’ll see you tonight.” The rest of my day went as normal as expected. And that night Mommy cooked a little something after she changed me, and we cuddled as usual on the sofa afterwards. … When Friday morning came, Mommy announced that she had taken the whole day off. “Now you get to work sweetie, I’m going out to run some errands,” she told me. No mention of the party later today, and I wasn’t going to bring it up, so I headed upstairs to my workstation. But I couldn’t get much work done. I had already sent off an e-mail about taking the afternoon off and just couldn’t concentrate. I knew I wasn’t on my game, so I decided not to commit any of my work into the repository and went downstairs to have a bite of lunch. As I stood in the kitchen waiting for the microwave to warm some soup, I reached for my diaper. I was a bit wet and wondered: I wonder if Mommy would help me regain my control. I never would have thought I’d lose it so easily, it only seemed to take a few weeks. I think I remember how mom had said I took quite a while to potty train when I was little. “I didn’t think he’d ever be out of diapers,” is what she would tell her own mother. And now I’m back in diapers. Sigh… When the microwave beeped though, I didn’t move right away. My hand was still gently cupping my crotch, and it felt nice. It does feel nice, and Mommy thinks it’s cute and all, how I… How I like to play with it. The microwave beeped again as a reminder that it had finished, so I pulled my hand away, got my bowl of soup out and sat at the breakfast table to eat. I was almost finished when Mommy came in carrying some shopping bags. “Hi sweetie, having some lunch?” she asked. I watched as she set the things she carried on the counter. I answered, “Just some soup. My tummy’s a bit nervous, so just something simple.” She started to unpack a rather large bag that looked familiar and spoke, “Aw, I thought you might be worried. That’s why I stopped in at the diaper store and spoke with Jill. These are the most absorbent diapers they carry.” I watched as she pulled a dark blue and white package of diapers out and held them for me to see. I felt my face turning bright red at the thought of her discussing my… my wetting problems with that girl Jill. The one with the tattoos on her arm. But before I could say anything, Mommy had set them on the counter and pulled out a smaller package. She explained, “And these are absorbent stuffers, one goes inside your diaper, and it almost doubles how much it can hold. So, no matter how scared you get and how much my baby girl tinkles, we won’t have any leaky accidents. Okay?” Baby girl… I’m dressed as a boy right now, but it’s going to be ‘little Tammy’ that she takes to the party. I felt my diaper getting warm again as I felt my face burning again. I didn’t say a word as Mommy just went on, unpacking the other shopping bags. “And… I got some nice shoes to go with your pretty yellow dress. Along with some cute socks that have little duckies, just like the dress Mommy will put you in. See? Aren’t they just so cute!!!” she said as she showed them to me. I sat, pretty much frozen in place. Mommy seems more excited about taking Tammy to the party than I am about being Tammy. But I don’t want to back out now; it would break her heart. It… it won’t be that bad. Shelly does it so I can manage. “Well?” I blinked and looked up. Mommy was holding her hand out as if to take mine. “Come on now sweetie, shake a leg. Mommy needs to get you ready,” she prompted. Apparently, I missed what she said the first time. I glanced at the clock in the oven and protested, “But the party isn’t until three?! It’s not even one yet.” She shook her head a little in exasperation as she told me, “I know that silly. But it’s going to take a while for Mommy to get her little Tammy all ready. Little girls take longer to get ready. Now let’s go.” And with that she stepped closer and reached for my wrist, giving me a gentle tug and leading me upstairs. Inside the bedroom door she let go of my hand as she went straight on through to the bathroom. All she said was, “Just drop your pants sweetie and wait, I’ll be right back.” After dropping them and reaching down to tug them from my feet, I straightened up in time to see Mommy returning with a plastic bottle in her hand. I groaned inwardly: Another enema? She’s NOT going to put… put one of those plugs…. Before I could finish that thought, she was sitting on the stool of her vanity and patting her lap, “Over my lap sweetie, Mommy needs to get her little girl nice and clean, inside and out.” I felt a tear in my eye as I submitted, draping myself across her lap. In no time at all, the back of my diaper was tugged down and I felt the cool nozzle starting to find its target. “EEP!!” “Now now… stop your fussing sweetie,“ Mommy told me, as I felt the cool liquid starting to fill my bottom. “B… but Mommy, I don’t want a … a butt plug back there…” I protested. I felt her hand against my bottom as her grip shifted to finish squeezing the contents of the bottle. Her other hand was gently rubbing my back as she spoke softly, “I know that sweetie, and I’m not going to do that. But I want my princess squeaky clean.” Her hands stopped. One holding my shoulders down, the other holding against my bottom. She went on, “So you be a good little girl for Mommy and hold this in for a minute.” Suddenly the invader was gone and her hand rested on my bottom. But the contents had started their work and I felt the first cramp. Her voice was tender and quiet, but her hands were firm, “I know how you feel about your little botty, but Mommy is the one in charge. And I know you’re not keen on this, but I’ve told you many times that I don’t like messy diapers. This is just to make sure you don’t make a boomboom at Miss Beth’s party.” I haven’t lost THAT control… I… I only messed that one time when Miss Beth… When she forced me. Another cramp rumbled through my tummy and I whimpered as I did my best to hold it until it passed. Mommy must have known because after it passed, she tugged the back of my diaper back up again. Then her hand rubbed my bottom, making soft crinkling sounds as she whispered, “Just a moment or two longer sweetheart, then you can go potty.” I nodded as my stomach made a loud noise. When I was able to relax again, a soft ‘thump’ on my bottom and Mommy said, “Okay, just keep your diaper up until you get to the potty. Then Mommy will be there in a minute with the hair cream.” I heard a giggle as I waddled, one hand grasping at my diapered bottom as I went off to the bathroom. After the second flush, I sat there waiting for Mommy, thinking. She’s taking over more and more of my bodily functions even. I wet in diapers more… now she’s deciding when I shit. She feeds me that formula… The only thing she doesn’t decide about is when… I remembered the other night when I had blurted out something about a chastity cage. Then I heard in my mind what she had said, “Maaaybeee…” I shivered involuntarily. No, she had said that masturbating… er… ‘playing with my peepee’ was perfectly normal for little boys… Little boys do it all the time and she’s fine with that. “How’s it going in there? Ready for Mommy to get rid of that nasty hair?” mommy called to me. I quickly reached for the roll one more time, flushed, and stood up. I was removing my shirt when Mommy came in with the large bottle of cream. It was becoming routine. I knew when to raise my arms, when to bend over, without Mommy saying a word. After a few minutes she called back in to me from the bedroom, “Go ahead now sweetie, in the shower with you.” When I dried off and went back to the bedroom, Mommy was there. On the bed was the new package of diapers, opened, with one laid out ready for… for me. In the middle of the diaper was a thick extra pad. One of the ‘stuffers’ she bought. Mommy didn’t have to say a word, I knew what I was supposed to do and I lay myself down on the combination, spreading my legs. I looked at Mommy as she gazed down at me. She had a small white bottle of some sort of powder and started sprinkling it over my crotch. She casually mentioned, “This will make your little clitty area smell all nice.” Then the smell reached my nose, some flower or other. But I didn’t have time to protest when Mommy’s hand reached and rubbed it in, gently rubbing my balls and then up and down… JEEZUS! My cock was rock hard! When did that happen? “Now now… be a good girl and let Mommy get your diaper fastened,” was her reaction to my throbbing member. She needed to use two hands, one to hold the front of the diaper against my tummy, the other to fasten the tapes. When her hands let go, I felt my legs spread by the thicker padding. I reached down to explore this new feeling, my cock twitching as I rubbed for a moment. But any ‘playtime’ was cutoff as Mommy threaded the yellow print plastic pants up my legs. She casually spoke, “These should go nicely with your pretty yellow duckie dress and that yellow bonnet, don’t you think?” Her hand shooed my own away from my diaper as she tugged the baby pants into place. She didn’t mention my rubbing myself, she just said, “Okay, now up we go…lift up your arms and Mommy will get your dress on you.” Standing, I could feel how much thicker things were between my legs now. These may be more absorbent, but even if I was wearing pants, people would know what I’m wearing underneath. I felt bow-legged, the thickness holding my legs apart. Mommy did up the buttons of my dress, then pointed, “Over to Mommy’s vanity sweetie. Because it’s a special party, Mommy will help you with a little makeup.” I froze for a moment, but mommy’s hand in the small of my back got me moving. As I approached the small padded stool, her hands turned me, “No no sweetie, don’t face the mirror, face Mommy.” When I sat, my legs were spread by my diaper. I watched as Mommy picked up the yellow socks and shoes she had bought and knelt down to slip them on my bare feet. She was silent for a few seconds, then stood and tugged a bonnet over my head. I felt the ribbon being tied under my chin, then she used a finger to lift up my chin as she said, “Chin up sweetie, and pucker those lips for me.” I blushed when I felt her applying lip gloss, then a little something on my cheeks. Mommy was rather business-like as she spoke, “Just a little. Little ones shouldn’t look like a French whore.” Then she reached past me for something else on the vanity. Her hands reached around my neck as she spoke, “This came free with your dresses sweetie, I just had to fill in your name.” Then she stood up straight and grinned, “Perfect! Turn around darling, have a look.” I turned as she had bidden and was stunned. It was still me, but it wasn’t me. I mean, I recognized my own face, but… but the rose-colored lips, the yellow and white bonnet over my head. The tangle of ribbon from the bow under my chin. And around my neck, in a sequined script of letters, “Little Tammy” Farther down, the yellow ‘A’ cut sundress with the words, “Mommy’s Little Angel”. I looked into my own eyes again and gazed: This is me… Mommy’s Little Angel. Little Tammy. A motion behind the image of me and I looked at Mommy’s reflection. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she smiled. Her mouth opened as she asked, “Well? What do you think? Is my Tammy ready to go to a party?” I saw love in her eyes, not teasing, not cruelty nor domination. Just pure love. And I realized, she wasn’t doing this to dominate me, she did this because she loves me and wants to make me happy. And I realized, in some way, it does. Not just the excitement, or the humiliation of being some sissy, but that I belong to Mommy. I’m Mommy’s angel. … She had me go downstairs and wait in the living room while she got ready. I sat with a little bounce, smiling to myself as my hands played with the hem of my dress. It wasn’t super short, but it barely reached halfway down my thighs. My fingers reached to my neck and fondled with my necklace for a minute. But when Mommy appeared, I forgot about everything else. She was drop-dead gorgeous. At least to me. I suppose one cocktail dress is pretty much like any other, but on Mommy? On Mommy an old burlap sack would look great, so her white dress was fabulous. She posed for a moment and asked, “What do you think?” I growled a little and answered, “I think you look great! But you hardly look like any Mommy I’ve ever seen.” She winked and replied, “Now now. There’s no need for you to worry, you’re the only angel Mommy ever wants.” She turned and picked up something from the bottom step of the stairs. I watched a moment as she brought it towards me as she spoke, “Now, I put an extra couple of diapers and your pacifier in this. Be a dear and carry your diaper bag for Mommy?” She had me stand up as she held the long shoulder strap of the bag and slipped it over my arm and up onto my shoulder. I blushed when I looked down at it and saw the white bag had the words “Tammy’s Diapers” embroidered in pink on the outward facing side. When I looked back at her, Mommy just took my arm in hers and led me towards the garage, saying simply, “Off we go! Two pretty girls off to a party!” … The entire trip to Miss Beth’s I stared at the bag in my lap. I couldn’t bring myself to look up for fear someone would be looking at me. When we arrived, I saw there were two other cars already here as Mommy found a place to park. I sat frozen in my seat until Mommy walked around to my side of the car and opened my door. She reached in to undo my seatbelt and took my hand saying softly, “Come along princess. Mommy’s right here.” I stood next to the car as she shut the door. Then she took my arm and we started to the door. When we reached the steps, she whispered words that almost made me faint, “Remember to be a good girl now… It’s Mommy’s decision if you need a spanking. We agreed, ‘any time, any place’.” Spanking?  But… Oh crap! I’m peeing again!!!! The door opened and there was Miss Beth. I was desperately trying to clench down and stop wetting myself when I heard Miss Beth, “Carole!! So good of you to come. And THIS must be your LITTLE TAMMY!!!!” I was staring at the door sill. I managed to stop the flow as I bit my lip. There was silence and I could feel Miss Beth’s eyes on me. Then a whisper from Mommy, “Tammy darling, say hello to Miss Beth.” I couldn’t move. Miss Beth has seen me in diapers, changed my diapers, paddled me… even that time… That morning when… But now… now she’s seeing me as little Tammy for the first time. Suddenly a hand was under my chin and lifting, I whined a little as I looked up into Miss Beth’s eyes. She was grinning at me for a moment, then seemed to smirk. Finally, with a frosty tone in her voice, she raised an eyebrow and simply said, “Well?” I gulped and finally found my voice enough to whisper, “Hello Miss Beth. I… I’m happy to be here.” She just smiled and let go of my chin. Then, “Of course you are dear.” Then she turned to Mommy, “Do come in and mingle.” I followed Mommy inside as Miss Beth continued, “Some of the little ones are in the playroom. Please take note, the upstairs is off limits, but feel free to enjoy the rest of my home.” She was gesturing to a velvet rope across the staircase. Just then I heard the clicking of heels walking across the tiled foyer and Miss Beth’s voice called out, “Ah… Suzette. Carole, this is Suzette. She’s Katherine’s daughter, but she’s offered to help Katherine with the refreshments while home on break from school.” I looked up to see what seemed to be about a 20-year-old young woman bend a knee in a curtsey. She was dressed every bit the French maid. Short black dress, white apron, headdress and cloth bracelets that looked like shirt cuffs. Her voice simply said, “Pleased to meet you, Miss Carole.” She’s just a kid! Katherine’s daughter? And... and I’m standing here… Miss Beth waved her arm and stepped to one side a little as she said, “Suzette? This is little Tammy. Be a dear and take her to the playroom, introduce her to the other little ones.” I stared as she performed another curtsey, obediently answering, “Yes Miss Beth. This way Tammy.” For a moment I forgot my own name and was just standing there. But suddenly Suzette reached and took my hand, tugging me towards the sitting room. As I stumbled once and followed, I turned my head back to see Miss Beth talking with Mommy. I called out as I felt panic rising, “Mommy???” But Suzette’s grip was firm and she said in a low voice, “Your Mommy won’t be far, now come along.” As we passed through the sitting room, there was a man I’d never met sitting with a woman. At first, I wasn’t sure, but I stared for a moment and recognized her. Jill! Not the Jill from the diaper store, Jill as in ‘Jack & Jill’. But she wasn’t dressed as a little girl, she was... she was an adult tonight. Her hair was fixed a little different, not in pigtails. And she wore a modest pants suit. Another tug by Suzette, “Come along Tammy. Miss Beth wants me to introduce you to the other babies.” Just then the man and Jill glanced at us as Suzette opened the connecting door and led me through. On the floor mats in the playroom, I saw Jackie, wearing a cotton shirt, shortalls and trainers. Next to him was a guy dressed in just a diaper, plastic pants and T-shirt. Suzette led me right over to them and stopped. Suzette reached and took my diaper bag from my shoulder and introduced me to them, “Boys, this is Little Tammy. Tammy, that’s Jackie and Jimmy.” Jackie and Jimmy looked up, and Jimmy simple said, “Hi Tammy. Do you wanna play trucks?” But Jackie stared for a moment. Then he seemed to recognize me and grunted a monosyllable “Hi.” Suzette finally let go of my hand and started for the other door that I knew led to the kitchen. At the door she stopped to set down my new diaper bag. Then she turned to us to say, “Now boys, play nice with Tammy. Remember, ‘little girls’ are delicate things.” But as she said that she raised her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. Then she was gone. Again, Jimmy spoke, “If you don’t want to play trucks, we could play with blocks.” I looked at him as he picked up a colored triangular block and started to stack it on others. Oh what the hell! If Jack has a problem, that’s his problem! I plopped down next to Jimmy and started reaching for the various shaped blocks, making a little arch with them. Jimmy reached and handed me another triangular block saying, “Here, we can make a roof over it.” Jimmy and I played for a few minutes while Jackie just watched. Then Jackie crawled over, pushing his dump truck toy. I watched as he backed it up to our little ‘covered bridge’, making a beeping sound like real trucks. Then he dumped a load of more wooden blocks next to us. He called playfully, “Here’s another load of blocks! We need to make it really big!” I smiled a little at him and whispered, “Thanks Jackie… that helps lots.” From then on we seemed to warm up as friends again, stacking blocks and then knocking them down. As Jackie started putting some in his truck, he commented, “So… Tammy now? Was it your Mommy’s idea?” I didn’t look at him as I changed the ‘covered bridge’ a little, putting a turn in the middle of it. But I answered, “Not really, I wanted to try it and I kind of like being Tammy.” Jimmy added to the conversation, “My Daddy says I’m his little rugrat!” Then he giggled and added, “And Miss Jillian calls Jackie her little terror!” I looked at Jackie and he blushed. Then Jimmy paused and asked, “Does your Mommy have a pet name for you Tammy?” I sat and thought for a moment. Then I told him, “I’m her little helper at times. She likes when I help out. But mostly, I’m just her little Tammy.” Then I made the connection and asked Jimmy, “Is that your Daddy in the other room with Jill?” Before Jimmy could speak, Jackie interjected, “Miss Jillian Tammy. Call her Miss Jillian when she’s… when she’s my Mommy.” I looked at Jackie and nodded. I understood. Miss Jillian was a ‘switch’ apparently. Sometimes a playful ‘twin sister’, sometimes a ‘mommy’. Jimmy’s voice grabbed my attention, “Yes, that’s my Daddy. You can call him Mister Mark.” In the distance, I heard the doorbell. Someone more? Well, the more the merrier, I guess. I hope they’re as nice as Jackie and Jimmy. … Over the course of the next half hour, Suzette brought in several more ‘littles’ of various sorts. Shelly came in with ‘her cousin’ Sammy. Then Glenn, Frank, and Sissy. And yes, the guy introduced as ‘Sissy’ was the stereotypical ‘sissy’. More frills than anyone else, rhumba panties with ruffles, Soon the floor mats and the chairs around the table were all occupied. We played and it was obvious to me that most of them already knew each other, at least some amount. Glenn, Frank, and Jackie were ‘all boy’, they played together in one corner. Shelly grinned when he saw me and read my necklace. But the little girl Sammy kept close to Shelly and whispered in her ear. When Shelly whispered in her ear, she giggled and smiled and came closer. Shelly told me, “Sammy is married to my Aunt Julie. So, we just say we’re cousins. But we’re not really related.” Sammy spoke up, “Shelly says you’re new. You look cute.” I blushed a little and whispered, “Thank you.” Sammy giggled and pointed to Sissy, “Do you ever dress up like that? Her Daddy buys her the most girly outfits for her.” I looked at Sissy, then suddenly gulped. Sissy has a … a daddy that… Whoa… Well, I guess all sorts of orientation. Jimmy has a ‘daddy’. And Shelly… Shelly spoke up, “Hey, at least Sissy gets to have some fun with his daddy. Not like Bobby over there.” I looked at Shelly and tilted my head a little. I didn’t understand so I simply asked, “Bobby doesn’t have a mommy or daddy?” Sammy leaned in a little and whispered, “Bobby is a cuckold. His wife keeps him like that while she takes other men to bed. I heard he hasn’t been out of his chastity cage for nine months now.” I felt my eyes go wide as I stared at ‘baby Bobby’. Nine months? And... and his wife has sex with other men? All I could say was, “You’re kidding. She goes out and leaves him alone while she…” Shelly interrupted, “No Tammy. She makes him watch. She enjoys having sex in front of him, knowing he can’t do anything.” My head was spinning. I thought I knew all about this new life, but there was so much I didn’t know. Now I’m glad Mommy said she’s not interested in threesomes. But… but everyone looks happy, having fun. Just then, the door from the sitting room opened and Miss Beth walked in. She was followed by what seemed to be all the grown-ups. I recognized Miss Jillian, and Mister Mark from earlier. And Miss Sarah, Shelly’s mommy. She was chatting with another women that looked a lot like her, maybe that was her sister, ‘Aunt Julie’. Then I saw Mommy, walking in with a drink in her hand, chatting with another woman. Finally, a couple came in, arm in arm. Miss Beth clapped her hands and raised her voice, “Attention everyone. I’d like to thank you all for coming. Katherine and Suzette will start serving hors-d’oeuvres and there’s a buffet in the dining room. Please feel free to mingle and chat. The whole idea is to have some fun and get to know each other. Maybe learn some new things and share your expertise.” Then she looked over at us ‘littles’ and added, “And you little ones are free to wander about as well. Just remember, your mommies and daddies are responsible for your behavior.” As she finished talking, there was a squeal. It was the couple that had come in arm in arm. Apparently her bottom was being grabbed, her dress was hiked up in the back. I suppose that’s Bobby’s mommy, with her date. As Miss Beth turned to leave, Shelly and Jimmy stood up. Jimmy said, “Come on Tammy, Shelly and I are getting something to eat.” As I got up, I might have flashed my panties. Not intentionally, but these extra thick diapers made me a bit awkward. No one said anything so I just followed Jimmy and Shelly. We headed across the house, past the foyer and found the dining room. The main table was pushed against one wall and loaded down with all sorts of things. There were a couple of small folding tables as well as some very low tables. Soon I had a plate with a few snacks and the three of us were sitting on the floor around one of the low tables. “Do you have to wear diapers all the time Tammy?” I jerked my head to look at Jimmy who had spoken. I stammered and felt myself blushing a little. But Shelly spoke first, “Jimmy! It’s not nice to be so nosy.” Jimmy shrugged, “I was just curious.” Then he looked at me and said, “I only wear them when my daddy says. He knows I can use the potty but he says wearing diapers helps other little ones feel more comfortable.” Then he pointed towards Shelly, “And Shelly here just likes to wear them.” They both stopped talking and were looking at me. Shelly was munching on a crisp pickle. As they stared at me, I felt I should say something. I tried to be casual about it, trying to be open. So I stabbed at my potato salad with a fork and said, “At first it was Mommy’s idea. Because she… “ Nuuu… I don’t think they need to know how Mommy put me in panties and then had me cum in them. Chiding me for not keeping my panties dry… I lowered my voice and looked at my plate. Then I took a deep breath and told them, “But now I… I need diapers, I wet myself a lot and without them…” Everyone around the table was quiet for a moment. Then Glenn was setting a plate down and asked, “Can I sit with you guys?” Shelly scooted a little to make room, saying, “Sure Glenny. We were just talking.” “Potato salad? Not for me! I like the fruit one,” Glenn said as he stabbed a fork into his own food and took a bite. But it wasn’t long and I was the focus of conversation again. I guess being the new one, it was inevitable. Glenn pointed across the room and asked, “Is that your mommy there Tammy? The one with black hair and the white dress?” I stretched my neck to turn and look. I felt just a tinge of jealousy as I saw Mommy talking with another woman. For once, I wasn’t the center of Mommy’s attention and I almost wanted to rush over to see her, force her to pay attention to me. Glenn’s voice interrupted my thoughts, “That’s Pam with her. Miss Pam is my mommy.” I blinked and looked back at Glenn to answer, “Yeah… that’s my mommy. Her name is Carole.” We ate for a few minutes in silence. Jimmy commented on how good the food was. Glenn agreed but wished they had some chicken nuggets. Then I felt a hand on my bonnet and the voice that filled my heart, “Are you kids having a good time? Tammy sweetheart, making some new friends?” I looked up into Mommy’s eyes and that special smile she reserves just for me. I felt my face grinning as I swallowed and answered, “Yes Mommy. This is Jimmy, and Glenny, and Shelly.” Mommy glanced over the table, then said, “I just met your mommy, Glenny. She tells me you’ve been her little darling for over ten years now…. She’s perfectly charming and gave me a few tips.” Then I felt Mommy’s hand on my shoulder as she announced to us, “I’m going to get something to eat.” Then I felt her lips kissing the top of my head as she said softly to me, “Be a good girl now Tammy, you kiddos have fun.” I watched as she walked away, heading for the buffet. She paused to introduce herself to the woman that looked a bit like Shelly’s mommy. Sammy was clinging to the woman. I whispered to Shelly, “Is that your Aunt Julie?” Shelly spun her head around and looked for a moment, then looked at me, “Yeah, that’s Aunt Julie. She’s pretty nice. She even babysits me once in a while.” I watched the ladies and Sammy for a moment longer. Sammy seemed, I don’t know, not comfortable being here. I turned back to Shelly and asked, “Sammy doesn’t want to come eat with us? Is she too shy or something?” Shelly took another bite and I noticed Jimmy and Glenny looking at each other. Then Shelly lowered his voice and leaned closer, as if sharing a secret. He simply said, “Sammy’s not comfortable with boys…. Even those in dresses. It’s nothing you’ve done Tammy, she… she just has some issues with… you know… male anatomy.” Before I could fully understand, Jimmy spoke up and said rather plainly, “It’s sort of a PTSD thing. We just try to be nice about it. She’s been working on it but…” Then he just shrugged and stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth. I looked back at Sammy and her mommy for a moment but didn’t want to stare. I turned back around and finished eating. … As we finished eating, Glenny spoke up, “Hey guys… Want to go out back and play on the swingset?” “Swingset?” I asked. Jimmy was already getting up as he explained, “You’ve never seen Miss Beth’s back yard? Come on, it’s terrific!!” Soon the four of us were passing through the kitchen and out the back door. It was getting dark, but there were several lights on. When I first saw the ‘swingset’ I was a bit taken aback. It was huge! And not just a couple of swings! It was practically a fortress!! A small tower, a sort of swing bridge to another tower, a slide that twisted and more. Every kid’s dream playground set. And all sized for larger people. Okay, maybe not full sized, but I could see it was big enough I could crawl through the tunnel, and the seats were full-sized. “WOW!!!!” I exclaimed, “I never knew she had something like this!!!” I watched as Jimmy and Glenn climbed into one of the towers. Jimmy shouted, “This is the boy tower! Girls go over there!!” He pointed at the other one and I felt Shelly grab my hand. As I stumbled and ran with her, Shelly shouted, “Girls are BETTER!! We’re going to have our own castle!!” It was great fun. We shouted at each other between the towers, Glenny decided he was a pirate and spun the wheel mounted in his tower as if steering his pirate ship. Shelly and I thought that was ‘dumb’. So we, “Set sail in search of unicorns!” In a few minutes, Sissy and Bobby came out, Sissy holding Bobby’s hand. Jimmy shouted for Bobby to join them. At that, Shelly announced, “Then we get Sissy!!! Three against three!!” Glenny said that wasn’t fair, since Sissy was really a boy, he just dressed like a girl. But Shelly and I insisted. I declared, “Anyone wearing pretty dresses gets to come in our tower!!” We carried on like that for a while. At one point Aunt Julia came out with Sammy in tow. Sammy went to one of the swings while her mommy sat on a small bench close by. After we ‘defeated’ the pirates, although Bobby said we actually lost, we declared a cessation to the ‘war’ and all took our turn going down the twirly slide. I had to catch my breath for a moment so I sat in the swing next to Sammy. I just kicked with my new shoes a couple times to move slowly. Then I just said out loud, not to anyone in particular, “This is nice. I haven’t been on a swing in a long time.” “Yeah, it’s nice,” came from Sammy. I looked at her and she was looking at me. Then she gave me a little smile and I did the same. Then I saw Bobby and Glenny in some sort of sandbox. Both sitting in the sand, digging. I giggled a little and pointed. I just commented, “Boys! Sometimes they get so dirty! They both are gonna need a bath!” Sammy giggled a little and nodded, “Yeah…. Boys. Sometimes they can be stuuupidddd!” Then she winked at me and balled up her fist and gently punched my shoulder. She got out of her swing and said, “You’re kinda okay though Tammy.” She turned and wandered over to sit with her mommy. Well, I guess I can see why she gets along with Shelly. I mean, we’re both… well we have that between our legs. But maybe Sammy can overlook that sometimes. I heard giggles and saw that Shelly, Sissy and Jimmy were ‘hiding’ under the bridge part. Whispering and giggling about something. Then I heard Mommy’s voice in the kitchen. So I popped out of my swing and decided to go find her. Mommy, Miss Sarah, and Miss Jillian were helping Katherine with some of the dishes when I came into the kitchen. When she saw me, Mommy called to me, “Hi there sweetie pie. I saw you having fun on the playset. What do you think of your new friends?” I went to her and gave her a hug. Then I smooched her cheek and told her, “I am having fun Mommy. Thanks for bringing me.” As Mommy gave me a hug back, I heard Miss Sarah, “Well we’re all glad you came too Tammy.” When I noticed Miss Jillian, I realized something and asked her, “But where’s Jackie? He didn’t come out and play with us.” Miss Jillian finished wiping the plate she was drying and said, “Little Jackie is having a timeout in the sitting room.” She glanced at a watch on her wrist and added, “In fact, it’s just about time. Would you like to go tell him he’s allowed out of the corner now for me?” Before I could say much, Mommy’s hand was gently patting my thickly diapered bottom and answering for me, “She’d be happy to. Wouldn’t you darling. Go tell your little friend he can go play now.” I felt the four women looking at me. There was no doubt in any of their minds that I would do as Mommy asked. I’m not sure myself what came over me. My body seemed to have a mind of its own for a moment as I reached for my dress hem and my knee bent. In a shy curtsey I whispered, “Yes Mommy.” The room was silent as they all stopped what they were doing. I felt my face flush and dashed from the room through the door into the playroom. There he stood, in the infamous ‘corner’. I walked up behind him and said, “Jackie? Your Mommy says the time is up. You can go play now.” When he turned to look at me, I could see his eyes were still a bit red and wet. He just whispered, “Thanks. Where is everybody else?” I told him quietly, “All the kids are in the back yard.” He just nodded and left towards the kitchen. Suddenly, I was alone for the first time since we had arrived. To Be Continued  

So I stayed up 'til almost midnight watching Phineas & Ferb. But being all snuggled and padded, the next thing I knew it was almost 8:00AM. I knew it must be late because as I lay in bed I heard some truck driving by. For me to sleep more than 3-4 hours is rare. I know I had some dream about driving in snow, don't ask me why. But other than that, it's a great way to start my day. WIshing you all a happy day.  

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Chapter 9 : Chris stepped off the bus with a soft exhale, the doors closing behind him as it pulled away. The air felt a little cooler now, the late afternoon beginning its slow shift toward evening. He adjusted the strap of his bag and glanced around, orienting himself.   Okay… next stop. You’ve got this.   The walk to the second bus stop wasn’t long, but it felt longer with everything on his mind. Each step carried a mix of anticipation and nerves, his thoughts bouncing between logistics and something deeper he couldn’t quite settle.   You’re on track. Not late. That’s good.   He crossed the street, hands tucked into his pockets again, trying to keep himself grounded in something simple—just walking, just breathing.   Then something caught his eye.   Across the street, a woman was pushing a stroller along the sidewalk. At first, Chris didn’t think much of it—just another everyday scene. But as they moved closer to the intersection, something about it didn’t quite line up.   His gaze lingered a second too long.   The “child” in the stroller…   …wait.   Chris slowed his pace slightly, trying not to be obvious, but he couldn’t help looking again.   They seemed older. Not a toddler. Not an infant.   Older.   The person sat upright, relaxed, a pink and white pacifier resting between their lips. Their clothing—and the shape beneath it—made it clear they were heavily padded, the outline unmistakable to someone like Chris.   His chest tightened, not in fear—but in a strange, complicated awareness.   That’s… not a baby.   He quickly looked away.   Don’t stare. Don’t be weird.   But his eyes flicked back again, almost involuntarily.   The woman pushing the stroller didn’t seem bothered. If anything, she looked calm, focused, like this was just another part of her day. And the person in the stroller… they looked comfortable. At ease. Completely unbothered by the world around them.   How…?   Chris’s thoughts stumbled over themselves.   How are they just out here like that?   There was no hiding. No rushing home. No anxious checking over their shoulder.   Just… openness.   His stomach fluttered, a mix of confusion, curiosity, and something deeper—something that tugged at him in a way he didn’t fully understand.   I can barely make it through a bus ride without worrying… and they’re just… living it.   He swallowed, forcing himself to look ahead again, to keep walking.   It’s not your business. Just keep going.   But the image stuck with him.   Not embarrassing.   Not wrong.   Just… different.   And somehow, that made it harder to process.   By the time he reached the second bus stop, his thoughts were still spinning. He sat down on the bench, rubbing his hands together slightly, grounding himself in the present again.   Okay… focus. You’re almost there.   He pulled out his phone and checked the route.   “Thirty minutes,” he murmured quietly.   One more bus.   One more stretch.   Then Bill’s place.   Chris leaned back slightly, staring down the road where the bus would come from, his mind still carrying the weight of what he’d seen.   There’s a whole world out there I don’t even understand…   A pause.   …and somehow I keep running into it.   He let out a slow breath, steadying himself.   One step at a time.   The distant rumble of an approaching bus broke through his thoughts.   Chris sat up a little straighter, heart picking up again—but this time, not just from nerves.   From anticipation.   Almost there.

Dr. Joy kneels down.  "Kayla remember what we worked on today, diapers, a mobile, anything like that dont make you a baby its just what you and you body need right now. The diapers, and mobile are here to help."  Dr. Joy looks a little stern but still uses a soft tone. "Your not a baby, you just need some help right now."