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First concert: locobazooka (local rock festival) ~2000 Best concert: tie between Type-O-Negative in 2003 at the Worcester Palladium or Bad religion 2015 in San Diego. Honorable mention The Infamous Stringdusters.  They played for over 2 hours and didn't change instruments, they tuned on the go during jams between songs.  Last concert:Blues Traveler Worst concert: My Morning Jacket ( the sound sucked in the venue and there was too much going on for it to sound good.  Next concert: Yonder Mountain String Band

Wow, what an explosive update. Poor Liam, doubling down on lies. Understandable for a young man to try and sneak through it, but busted! Hopefully he survives without too much trauma - he's gonna need some serious TLC.

Knowing who you are, and being accepted and appreciated.... "It's a good thing." Chapter 57 I woke up briefly in the night when Mommy gently tugged my pacifier from my lips and replaced it with her nipple. She gently cuddled me as I suckled and fell back to sleep. … My dream was some comic book theme. I was wearing a thick diaper and a cape. I was flying somehow, somebody called my name, “Baby Tammy? Tammy sweetie? Time to wake up sweetie…” I blinked my eyes open to see Mommy’s smile as she stroked my hair. I smiled back. Her breast was exposed and I saw her nipple was stiff and pink as she covered herself. She said softly, “All gone for now sweetie. I’m going to take a quick shower, can you start the coffee?” I must have nursed in my sleep. I stretched and twisted a little. As she started to rise from her side of the bed I reached and held her hand a moment, “Hmmm…. Shower sounds good…” She giggled a little and tugged her hand free, saying, “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re not exactly in a condition to play like a boy. Not until Monday sweetie. Tammy is going to the party later with her mommy.” I suddenly blushed as she rose and flipped her nightgown off. I HAD forgotten! At least for a moment, that my peepee… I shook my head… No… my COCK… is locked away in my chastity cage. And…. Tammy. She’s treating me as her ‘little girl’ today. Starting first thing in the morning… all day today I’m… ‘Tammy’. I reached under the covers and felt my crotch. Wet too… I don’t even seem to notice anymore. I mean, I can feel when I pee myself, at least when I’m awake. But being in a wet diaper… seems to be happening all the time now… I heard the shower starting and the rustle of the curtain being pulled aside. Her voice called, “Coffee sweetie…. Please?” I got up and headed to the kitchen. I started the coffee maker and got a couple of frozen waffles into the toaster. Then I was putting them on plates with butter when I felt her arms slip around me from behind. She kissed my ear and whispered, “That’s my little helper. Making breakfast for Mommy like a good girl.” I blushed as she said ‘girl’. Her hands slipped upwards over my chest as I felt her body press against my back. Then I gasped when the fingers of her right hand gently slide back and forth over my onesie-covered nipple. “Of course…. My little helper is just a baby… no boobies of your own…” “But…Mommy…” “Shh… tonight I’m taking little Tammy to Miss Beth’s party. So you may as well start thinking of yourself as my baby girl today sweetie. Mommy will be home by lunch time to help get you all pretty for tonight.” And with that, she let go of me and reached for one of the plates with a waffle on it along with one of the forks I had gotten out. I picked up my own plate and fork. But as I turned to follow her to the table, I felt a throbbing. My peepee was trying to get hard. Just from her playing with my nipple? Or… or the idea of being her ‘baby girl’ at the party… I sat opposite her and watched her eating. She had her phone in one hand. She casually mentioned, “Darn, looks like it might rain tonight. Well… I guess we could use some rain.” I tried to steer the conversation a little, “Why are you coming home at noon? The party isn’t until four I thought.” She glanced up from her phone and looked at me for a moment. She must have seen my doubts in my expression. She took a breath as if she was going to… ‘lay down the law’ with me, but she hesitated. Then her expression softened and she reached for my hand. Instead of being like she’d been most of the week, somewhat bitchy, she managed a soft smile. “Sweetheart, I’ll need to breastfeed you before we go. And you know it takes some time to get my baby girl all dressed up. You need your body hair removed again, and I want to help you enjoy yourself,” she said softly. Then she gave my hand a tight squeeze, “Deep down we both know you enjoy playing little girl. And I love seeing you having fun.” I blushed a little as deep down I knew her words were true. I can’t always admit it to myself, but I do have fun. There’s nothing quite as helpless as a little baby girl and… and I like feeling that way. Knowing that someone else is taking care of me, protecting me. Then she let go of my hand and gave me a wink, “Just remember, if anyone gives you trouble, come to Mommy. No fighting… Remember what happened last time.” I gulped… Yeah, I got into a fight and… and ended up being taken to Miss Beth’s woodshed. <shiver> Then she finished one last bite of her breakfast and took her plate and put it in the sink. As she walked past, she bent to give my head a kiss as she said, “Now hurry along. Mommy’s got to finish getting dressed. I’ll get out your little blue gingham play dress for you and I’m sure my little helper needs her diaper changed.” … It wasn’t long and ‘little Tammy’ was logging into work and checking my email. Nothing too urgent and my mind shifted into ‘work mode’, forgetting that I was sitting in one of my dresses, bare legs exposed as I typed the morning away. When I heard the garage door opening, I logged out and started for the stairs. Looking down them as I descended, I couldn’t help but see the front of my dress bouncing a little with each step. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs, I was so happy I was practically giggling. I found Mommy in the dining area and skipped over to her like a happy, carefree child. She beamed a huge smile when she saw me coming towards her, “There’s my little angel!!! Come give Mommy a hug!!” She held her arms out and soon I was wrapped in them, smiling and hugging her tight. She gently pushed away a little and kissed my cheek, asking, “How’s my baby girl? Looking forward to the party tonight?” I nodded and answered, “Uh huh… do you think my friend Shelly will be there? And… and maybe Jack?” She smiled and reached for my hand, starting for the stairs again as she replied, “Probably. I know Shelly will be, I got a text from her mommy this morning. Her sister wanted to know if Sammy could play with Tammy or not.” As we started up the stairs, I was puzzled, “Sure… I mean I like Shelly and Sammy both. Why wouldn’t we play?” As we entered the bedroom, Mommy let go of my hand and went into the bathroom for a moment while she continued talking, “Sweetie… You know Sammy has some issues. She’s a lot more comfortable playing around little ones that can’t hurt her with their peepees. I told Miss Sarah that your peepee is already safely locked in your little house.” She returned and sat on the edge of the bed. She patted her lap with one hand as I saw the small disposable enema bottle in her other. I suddenly pouted and put my hands behind me to cover my bottom. “Do you HAVE to tell everyone… about that?” I whimpered. She just patted her lap again. I whined, “Mommy?? Do… do we have to do that??” She wasn’t mad or cross, but she simply said, “Yes sweetie, Mommy wants her little girl nice and clean, inside and out. Now over my lap darling.” As I stepped closer, I felt a spurt of pee splash in my diaper. But I knew what would happen if I didn’t do as Mommy says, so I gently knelt down and lay across her lap. She praised me as she lifted the back of my dress, “That’s a good girl. Now we’ll just get this working in your little bottom, then you can have some titty-milk.” I felt her hands gently pushing and tugging, then her fingers were spreading my cheeks. I’ve had this several times now, but I still blush and clench when the tip first pokes at my rosebud. Mommy’s voice was soft and gentle as she gently probed, “Now now… Just relax… be a good girl for me.” I did as I was told, letting out a quiet “Oh…”, when I felt the cool liquid being forced inside. Mommy’s hand gently rubbed my bare cheeks as she spoke softly, “That’s it… Mommy’s little girl is going to be the prettiest one at the party… Aww… did you wet your didee?? That’s all right, Mommy understands…. Now be a good girl and you can have some titty-milk in just a minute…” Another couple of squeezes on the small bottle and Mommy was tugging my wet diaper back up over my bottom and pushing my hips from her lap. My lips had a tiny grin when she said, “Mommy’s so PROUD of you!!! Behaving for me like a little princess!!” I stayed on my knees in front of her as I stared, watching her undoing her top as she spoke, “Now try your best to hold that and have your milkies…” With that, she reached and pulled me closer, guiding my lips to her left nipple. I closed my eyes and tasted that sweetness that tasted like no other. Mommy’s hand gently held my head as I closed my eyes and suckled. For a moment I was in heaven again, but then my tummy gurgled loudly. Mommy giggled gently as she whispered, “Better drink fast sweetie, or Mommy will have to change a poopy diaper. And you know Mommy doesn’t care for that.” I nodded and suckled faster. After draining her first breast, I jerked up straight for a moment as a wave of convulsions rippled through my tummy. My hands both reached back and gripped my bottom as I clenched as tight as I could. I gasped a little as it lasted for a moment or two and then subsided. Mommy was looking at me and gently whispered, “Other breast now sweetie, you wouldn’t want Mommy’s breast to dry up.” With that she tugged my dress over my head and off, then gently palmed the back of my head, and I bent forward again to take her other nipple. I knew I didn’t have much time so I suckled and swallowed as fast as I could. This caused Mommy to let out a small laugh, “Hehehe… baby Tammy must really love titty-milk!” Another spasm and I had to straighten again, hands pressing my bottom cheeks together as best I could. I whimpered, “Mommyyyyyy….” She nodded and said gently, “All right little one… go potty and Mommy will be there in a couple minutes.” I scrambled to my feet, but as I did so, I felt the first of it slipping out noisily. I waddled with both hands on my bottom to the potty. I shoved my baby pants and diaper down and sat, barely avoiding making a mess on the seat. But as I sat and finally was able to relax, I saw the smear of brown between my feet in my diaper. While staying seated, I gently moved my feet out of the leg openings, gently separating my used diaper from the baby pants. I tried to fold up my shame as best I could in the diaper. Then I reached back for the handle one more time and waited for Mommy. “Whew I think somebody made a boom-boom,” she remarked as she came in. She saw me holding the folded over diaper and raised an eyebrow. I blushed as she scolded gently, “Now see? We wouldn’t have wanted THAT to happen at Miss Beth’s party now would we?” I pouted a little as I hung my head, whispering, “No Mommy.” Then she took a long pull from the roll and reached, “Let’s clean you up a little bit. Just so you don’t make a mess while Mommy takes care of your nasty hair.” Soon I was standing in the shower, covered with hair cream from my nose down, waiting for Mommy to say it was time to rinse it off. Then I watched my body’s ‘five o’clock shadow’ fall away from my body and circle the drain, leaving me smooth, just the way Mommy likes. When Mommy came back into the bathroom, I had even washed my hair like she had asked. As I stepped out of the shower, she was right there with a couple of large towels. She used one to dry my body, but instead of drying my hair with the other, she wrapped it around my chest, tucking it in under my armpit. All she said was, “Little girls have to remember to cover up their little boobies sweetie…” Before I could respond, she took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. She must have heard the soft ‘clacking’ of the lock on my peepee, but she didn’t say anything about it. There was a diaper already on the bed, and I saw a pair of pink baby pants with laces next to it. Soon I found myself sitting at Mommy’s vanity, wearing the diaper, panties and towel. That’s when I noticed a new box of hair curlers, size ‘Small’, on her vanity. I watched, scared, as Mommy opened the box and picked up her air brush. I watched in the mirror as she parted my wet hair and started putting in the curlers. “Mommy? Is this going to be permanent?” She explained, “No sweetie, a ‘perm’ is all smelly with chemicals that make your hair stay in curls. Doing this with just the curlers, your hair will be cute and curly tonight but will wash out the next time you wet your hair down.” I nodded a little, feeling a little relieved. Monday’s video call would have been hard to explain why my hairstyle was so…. Childish. She said quietly, “Now just hold still while I use the hair dryer.” I watched as she waved the hot streaming air all around my head, baking the moisture out of my curled hair. Once satisfied, she had me stand as she slipped my pretty party dress over my head. Then back to the vanity, only this time facing her instead of the mirror. I felt my lips quiver a little as I felt her applying makeup to my cheeks and eyebrows. I did the best I could when she asked me to pucker my lips. Finally, I was turned to stare at myself in the mirror as Mommy removed the curlers and brushed out my hair and spraying some sort of hairspray on it. And there it was, the epitome of some tap-dancing child star from the days of black&white movies. I… I look…. Cute! I… Is that really me? I watched as the face in the mirror slowly started to smile. Then Mommy’s face came into view as she tilted her head to kiss the smiling baby girl’s cheek. Then a tap on my shoulder as she told me, “Go wait downstairs now sweetie, while Mommy gets ready.” But as I stood up… It’s… it’s trying to get hard. My peepee… Is this really turning me on? Being Mommy’s pretty little thing? Does… does Mommy know??? I waited downstairs, my hand reaching between my legs as I sat on the sofa. Maybe it’s just as well Mommy hasn’t let me out yet. Would I want everyone at the party to see my diaper tenting out? This dress covers some… but if we go outside and play on Miss Beth’s playground equipment… Someone would see how my peepee is responding to my being a little girl for Mommy. Then there was Mommy. She strutted in, wearing a cocktail dress that made my peepee twitch again. She did a twirl as she asked, “What do you think?” I looked her up and down with appreciation. She had touched up her makeup and tied her hair on one side with a matching ribbon. The only thing not quite right was the large white shoulder bag. I blushed a little when I realized it probably had diapers in it for me. … I stared in my lap as the traffic flew by. I didn’t want to look at anyone that might see me. Then Mommy was opening my door and reaching for my hand. We had to park quite a way from the front door; there seemed to be a lot more cars than I’d ever seen at Miss Beth’s before. The thought that it was going to be extra busy, with lots of people, including strangers, seeing me dressed up as little Tammy, I felt a trickle of pee dribble into my diaper before I regained control. Just as Mommy reached for the bell, she stopped and looked at me for a moment. She bit her lip and reached into the diaper bag. As she pushed one of the larger pacifiers between my lips, she said quietly, “Here you go darling, you might need this. Be a brave little girl for me and remember... I’ll be with you. Anything upset you, come running to your Mommy.” I felt my breathing quicken as I suckled on the silicone nipple. I held my breath when Mommy’s finger touched the bell. Something’s going on… Mommy said I might need my paci… What’s going to happen??? I was still looking at Mommy when the door suddenly opened. It wasn’t Katherine, but her daughter, Suzette. She… she’s barely 21 and… and she’s saying something? Something about ‘darling outfit… I’ll take that… everyone is waiting… playroom…’ Mommy took my hand again and we followed Suzette towards the sitting room door, and on through to the playroom. As I stepped through… “SURPRISE!!!!!” <pop> <pop> <pop> The shouting and sudden noises were accompanied by confetti and streamers flying through the air. I was still trying to understand when I heard loud clapping. There was a sea of faces, some familiar, some I struggled to recognize. As I tried to take it all in, there was suddenly a face in front of me. A face I recognized as belonging to Miss Beth as she leaned close, her arms wrapping around me and her lips kissing my cheek. Then her maid, Katherine. In rapid succession, a half dozen women came up, hugged me, kissed me on the cheek and moved on to make room for the next. Some I’d never seen before, but then Shelly’s ‘mommy’ and her sister. Then ‘Miss Jillian’ of the couple, Jack & Jill. I blushed again when Mister Mark hugged me and patted my bottom, saying softly, “Good Job.” There was also another ‘daddy’ apparently, although I had no idea his name. Glenny, Jackie, Bobby, some ‘little girl ‘I’d never met before and another that, while dressed like a baby girl, I suspected had a penis. Shelly and Sammy came to me together, and they hugged and kissed me at the same time. Sammy giggled a little and reached up to wipe her lipstick from my cheek. It was so many, happening so fast, somewhere in all the hubbub, I felt my diaper growing wet. I didn’t say a word, my pacifier firmly held in my mouth. Then it was THAT woman. I forgot her name, but she was the wife of that little boy, Bobby. The cuckolded one. She was standing next to her lover ‘Dennis’? ‘Dereck’? I forgot his name until… She hugged me and held on for an extra moment as she whispered, “I would LOVE to see you sucking my Donald’s cock later in the cloak room sweetie.” I was stunned as she let go of me, winking. Apparently, his name is Donald… Suck his cock?? What??? Suddenly much stronger arms were hugging me. It was Donald. But unlike anyone else, his hand grabbed my bottom and squeezed hard as he pressed his hips against mine. His voice was in my ear, “… anytime you want, I’ll be happy to fuck your sissy ass, just call us.” And he was gone. I panicked, I felt my bladder let go and I twisted my head around searching. There she was, talking with Shelly’s ‘aunt’. I rushed to her and hugged her. She knew me well enough to not pester me with questions, Mommy just hugged me tight and gently rubbed and patted my back. She was whispering, “there there… good girl, coming to Mommy when something upsets you. Mommy’s got you.” I felt a weight lift from my chest and gently suckled on my pacifier. As I calmed down, I managed to whisper in her ear, “what’s going on Mommy? Why are all these people…?” She whispered, “It’s for you sweetie. Beth told them how you protected all their privacy and they wanted to say thank you. See? You’re their hero.” With that she broke her hug and pointed. I hadn’t noticed the big letters hanging in a banner against one wall that said, “OUR HERO!” “F…f… for me???” Shelly’s aunt was nodding, “That’s right sweetie. You looked out for all of us, making sure our secrets stayed safe. When Beth told us what you did, we decided to dedicate this party to you. Our way of saying ‘Thank You’.” When I looked at Mommy, she was smiling. Her arm was around me. She was beaming at me as she nodded and added, “That’s right darling. You’re not just a superhero to me, but all these people as well.” I started sucking on my pacifier quickly. I felt tears starting to grow. Me? All these people… think I’m a hero? This is… this is all for me??? I remembered when my real mom was proud of me for graduating. I remember getting congratulated for a job-well-done in a Thursday meeting. Even getting that surprise bonus one time… nothing ever made me feel like this… That I had… ‘done good’. The room was getting blurry as my eyes filled with tears. I reached for Mommy again and she hugged me close. She whispered, “See sweetie? All these people know you and think you’re a wonderful person. Just as you are. They are all your friends.” I nodded and let go. A paper napkin appeared and I took it, wiping my eyes. It had come from Miss Sarah, my friend Shelly’s ‘mommy’. She was reaching and rubbed my upper arm gently, “It’s okay sweetie. Would you like to have a couple cookies?” She was holding out a small plate with the treats. I shook my head a little as I wiped my eyes again. Then right in front of the other ladies, Mommy’s hand reached and gently lifted my dress a little. I felt her hand on my diaper. Then she spoke to the two sisters, “I’m afraid she needs a change. Will you stay with her a minute while I go find where Suzette put her diaper bag and ask Beth for a place where I can take care of my princess?” I felt my face practically glowing bright red. That Mommy would just casually check my diaper and announce to these other women… I felt a gentle touch on my upper arm, Miss Sarah spoke gently, “It’s okay sweetie… Your Mommy will be back in just a second. Then she’ll make it all better.” I sniffled and nodded my head, chin almost touching my chest as I stared down at the floor, unable to look at anyone. The two women stood with me in silence after that. When Jack wanted to come and talk with me, one of them gently shushed him and said, “She’ll be with you in a minute dear, her Mommy has to take care of her first.” Then Mommy was back with my diaper bag over her shoulder and Miss Beth following. She took my hand and said gently, “Come with me darling, Beth will find us someplace quiet.” I followed along, holding tightly to Mommy’s hand. As we followed Miss Beth through the sitting room, I realized my diaper really was soggy. I must have completely let go while I was upset and crying in Mommy’s arms. In the foyer, Miss Beth unhooked the usual velvet rope across the staircase and gestured us to go up before reattaching the rope. I knew the layout of the upstairs and was a little surprised when Miss Beth led us straight into her private suite. Miss Beth opened the double doors, stood to one side and said, “You can change her on my bed Carole.” As I looked around a moment, I remembered the last time I was in this room. The day I screamed my safeword. I froze, my feet unable to move any further. Mommy tugged but I just couldn’t take a step. Then she gave Miss Beth a worried look. I heard Miss Beth’s voice, “Tom? Tom, Carole is right here. Nothing’s going to happen to you Tom. She just wants to change your diaper. Do you understand?” I still couldn’t seem to move. Mommy stepped closer and whispered, “Tom? Tom what happened? What upset you?” I gulped and tried to take a deep breath. I wanted to sound calm, but it came out like a dam had burst, my pacifier falling away as I said it, “They… They want to have sex with me. I…. I got scared…” I closed my eyes as tears started welling up again. There was a pause, then Miss Beth said quietly, “Tom, I know some couples might fool around a bit, but I don’t want these parties turning into group orgies. If you want to have some scene or other with Crystal and Donald, you’ll have to schedule an appointment time like everybody…” “NO!!!!” I think I was as shocked as they were at my outburst. For once, I had actually shouted at Miss Beth. A part of me blanched at the realization of that. I froze for a moment before continuing. “No… I…” I jerked my head to look at the love of my life. As I stared into her eyes I managed to continue, “We… Carole and I… we don’t need anyone else. I don’t want that. I just want Carole.” Carole hugged me tight. After we eased our grip on each other, I think I saw a tear in Mommy’s eye. Then Miss Beth cleared her throat a little, “Ahem….” We looked at her as she started to talk. “Tom, being a sub, you need to remember. Unlike the rest of the world where, ‘no means… no’, subs have to remember that it’s your safeword that means no. Especially little ones. All of you like to fuss and protest, pretend you don’t REALLY want a spanking when you crave just that. Or that you don’t want to be put in diapers when you secretly love being in them.” I stared at her as she bent down to pick up my pacifier and wiped it on her skirt before handing it to Mommy. Then she went on to add, “Remember how Jackie fussed and whimpered about getting a paddling?” I nodded… Yeah, little Jill had told me he would put up a fuss, but secretly he likes getting spanked. And then he even… even played with his peepee afterwards. Miss Beth continued, “So for little ones and subbies, ‘no’ doesn’t really mean stop. That’s what your safeword is for. Remember how you said it in this room that time I had you, literally, by the balls? You said your word and I stopped cold. It’s the same with everyone here. Crystal and Donald included. You get into something you truly don’t like, you shout out your word.” I nodded a little and whispered, “I understand Beth… I just got… “ She interrupted me, “scared.” She continued, “I know dear. I’ll go have a word with them. Now why don’t you be a good little girl for your mommy and let her change your diaper. Then you can come back downstairs and rejoin the party.” She turned and left, gently closing the double doors behind her. Mommy’s hand touched my cheek and turned my face towards her. She kissed me ever so tenderly on the lips. Then she whispered, “I feel the same way darling. I don’t want you screwing around with others. If anyone is going to have sex with my little girl, it’s going to be me.” Then she kissed me more deeply, her tongue exploring for a moment. The relief was almost euphoric. Her mouth against mine as I realized what she had said… ‘Sex with my little girl’ Does that mean she’d want me to be her baby-girl lover? I felt a tingle, then the mild discomfort of my peepee trying to get hard. But I was still caged. Still wearing what I myself had put on. Still submissive to Mommy’s command. She broke the kiss and stepped back a little, “Now, lay down so we can get you changed.” I obeyed like a proper submissive should and soon she was wiping my balls and around my caged peepee. She smiled when I lifted my hips for her and soon, she was fixing my makeup and gently tossing my curls with her fingers. Then she held my hand as we went back down the stairs. … All the guests seemed to have dispersed around the house. Mister Mark was talking with Miss Beth in the foyer. Glenny was walking out from the dining room holding a paper plate with a piece of cake. When he saw us, he spoke up, “Miss Carole? Miss Julia was looking for you? Tammy? You want a piece of cake? It’s in there. Cookies too.” Mommy thanked him. Then she gave me a smile and said, “I’ll go see what she wants. Why don’t you have a treat or go find some of your little friends. Remember, you can always come find me if you need anything Princess.” I turned to Glenny to ask if there was anything to drink. He nodded and started to answer with his mouth still half-full of cake. “Sure…<gulp>” he managed. Then pointed, “Juice boxes, sippy cups, even some baby bottles with chocolate milk. I’ll show ya…” I followed him and without a care in the world, I reached straight for a large baby bottle that was better than half full with chocolate milk. I saw Shelly and Sammy sitting with Jack, Bobby, and a little girl I hadn’t met before. I went over and Sammy found an extra chair for me. As I sat down, Shelly spoke up, “Doing okay Tammy? Tammy that’s Sandy. Sandy? This is our friend Tammy.” Sandy seemed even more shy than I was at meeting someone new. A small part of me wondered if there was a peepee in that diaper, but then I shrugged and figured… Does it really matter? Does it matter at all? She’s a pretty little girl, just like me. I should just treat her that way. Then I realized how relieved I was that nobody was making a big deal about me being a hero. Sure, it felt nice in the moment, but I was certain that I didn’t want to be the center of attention all evening. Glenny asked if any of us had seen the new Pixar movie. Said he laughed so hard he wet his diaper. Jack jumped in, “Glenny? You wet your diapers if a stack of baby blocks falls over!! Heck, you wet yourself if a stack of baby blocks DOESN’T fall over!!!” Glenny blushed a little, but we all laughed. Even Sandy had a grin on her face. Then Glenny got a little back by saying, “Yeah? Well, we all know what YOU like to do in your diaper!!!” Jack turned red as we giggled. All of us except Sandy. Then Sammy leaned over and whispered in Sandy’s ear. Sandy’s eyes went wide and then she giggled along with the rest of us. I did a quick count and said, “Hey! Why don’t we all go out and play pirates on the big fort in the back yard? Girls against the boys!!!” When nobody seemed at all interested, I felt a little dismayed. But then Bobby explained, “Can’t go outside. It started raining a while ago.” I looked around, everyone seemed to have a slight ‘slump’ in their shoulders. Everyone a little disappointed about the weather I suppose. Soon we were chatting about everything and anything. Our favorite movie, what we like to eat, that sort of stuff. Sandy asked Glenny about his diapers. Glenny replied, “Can’t help it. Had a bicycle accident and damaged some nerves. I wear diapers all the time because I can’t hold my bladder very well. But I like to play little at times, nice to relax and just pretend I’m like everybody else.” Then when Sandy asked if any of us use diapers for number two, Bobby raised his hand while blushing. Jack jumped in next, “How about you Sandy? You get to use sippy cups? Or do you always like a baba?” She blushed and didn’t say anything as she reached for her own bottle of milk. I felt a little concern for her, so sat up a little straighter and said, “I get to use either. But my FAVORITE is right from Mommy’s boobies.” Everyone’s eyes turned to look at me. Bobby whispered, “You… you get milkies from your Mommy? For real milk?” I nodded and simply said, “Yup. Three or four times a day. Doesn’t every baby?” Shelly raised her hand. But Jack said, “Most of us only dream of that. It’s… It’s really special, even among all of us babies.” I looked around at everyone as they stared at Shelly and me. In that moment, I realized just how special my relationship with Mommy really was. Suddenly there was a loud crack of thunder and the lights went out. I heard a scream and I think it was Sandy that shouted, “DADDY!!!!!!” I heard a shuffling of feet but then the lights blinked right back on. We were all looking around nervously. I heard Miss Beth shouting from the foyer, “STAY CALM EVERYONE!! No need to worry! The backup generator is running, we’re all fine!!!” It was then that I noticed a faint humming from somewhere that hadn’t been there a minute ago. But the lights stayed on this time as another clap of thunder echoed through the windows into the room. Then Katherine and her daughter Suzette went walking quickly towards the kitchen. They reappeared moments later with something in their hands. Suzette went to talk to a couple of the ‘grownups’ while Katherine came straight to our table. She reached for Sandy’s wrist first and wrapped something around it as she explained, “Now little ones… these are glow-stick bracelets and toys. See? Once I bend and shake them, they’ll glow all night. Even if the generator fails, nobody will be in the dark.” She then went around the table, making sure each of us had either a necklace, or bracelet or some sort of ‘stick’ that was glowing. She also put a few extras on the table. Some were purple, some green or bluish color. I looked and Sandy seemed relieved; she played with her bracelet while we all calmed down again. Jack quipped, “Just like going camping. But we don’t get rained on.” Sammy suddenly turned to Shelly and me saying, “Let’s go in the playroom. Maybe we can build a fort under the crib or something.” Her idea met with wide approval and soon we were all shuffling through the foyer towards the sitting room and beyond. But when we got to the sitting room, I heard a woman’s voice, “Tammy? Tammy hold on a minute, I’d like to talk with you.” When I turned to see who it was, I froze for a moment. It was Crystal coming towards me. And in her wake was her lover, Donald. I started to feel panic welling up inside me. I think if I had any pee left in my bladder, I’d have wet myself again. She walked slowly as she held a glass in her hand. But her words helped, “Relax sweetie, I just wanted to apologize. Beth told us we upset you and explained things.” Donald came next to her and slipped his arm around her as he also spoke, “Seriously Tom, we didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought you liked the role of being a little sissy and we thought you might enjoy it.” I could only stammer, “I…. I…. I’m not sss… ss… er... that.” I took a breath and managed to speak louder with more confidence that I didn’t really have, “I… I’m a good little girl for… for Mommy.” Crystal nodded, “That’s what Beth explained. And that you’re only interested in… playing… with your mommy. That’s fine with us. We won’t ever bother you again. Okay?” After a pause, “We good now? No hard feelings?” I managed a nervous nod and whispered, “Okay…. I… I guess.” She took a sip of her drink and smiled. Then she nodded towards the playroom door, “Good girl. Now run along and play with your little friends.” I turned and hurried through the door to the playroom. Shelly and Jimmy had tugged the blankets from the oversized crib and were hanging them over the rail to cover the sides of the crib. I saw someone’s feet poking from underneath. I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled under with whoever it was. It turned out to be Sammy. I blushed though as her hand was between her legs, rubbing the front of her diaper. She stopped when she saw me. Then she slowly pulled her hand away, whispering, “Don’t tell my mommy. I’m not supposed to do that at parties, only at home or Aunt Sarah’s house.” I nodded, but I realized the sight of her trying to masturbate in her diaper, and the thought of her doing that at home or visiting Shelly’s house, made my own peepee tingle. Maybe it was the dim lighting, or how we felt alone, separated by the blanket coverings. I whispered, “Do… do you do it in front of Shelly? Doesn’t that… doesn’t she mind?” It might have been the glow-necklace she had on, but I think she was blushing a little as she answered, “Only a couple of times. She says it makes her locked up clitty hurt, so I try to remember to behave.” By now I was squirming and trying my best not to reach between my own legs. Somehow, the thought of watching her while I couldn’t do anything on my own, just made my peepee strain harder in its confinement. She must have figured it out. She leaned towards me and hugged me. She whispered in my ear, “Thanks for putting yours in a little house Tammy. It means a lot to me that you’d do that.” Then she kissed my cheek, let go and scurried on her hands and knees from under the crib. I didn’t really have a chance to explain that my motivation for having put my own peepee in chastity, wasn’t out of concern for her. I still wasn’t clear about my motivations at all, but I didn’t want her to misunderstand. I crawled out from behind the blanket to follow her and explain. But the moment I was from under the blankets, I was surrounded. Jimmy, Jackie, Shelly, and even Sandy. They started singing at the top of their lungs. The silly nursery song…. “TAMMY AND SAMMY…. SITTING IN A TREE… K.. I..S..S..I..N..G!” “FIRST COMES LOVE…. THEN COMES MARRIAGE… THEN COMES TAMMY IN A BABY CARRIAGE!!!!!” They must have known Sammy and I were having a very private conversation while under the ‘fort’. I was blushing bright red as Jack pushed me over and started tickling me. “HEY!!! STOP!!!!” I squealed. Somebody else’s fingers seemed to join his and I was howling with giggles, trying to catch my breath. It was only a few seconds, but I could hardly breathe. Then there were three sharp claps of someone’s hands and I heard a voice, “Jackie…That’s ENOUGH!! Let her up now. Fun is fun, but don’t be cruel.” I felt the weight of him, and the others lift away and I could see it was Miss Jillian. Jack’s wife/mommy. I caught my breath as she looked down at me with some concern, “You okay now Tammy? The boys weren’t too rough on you, were they?” As I caught my breath I nodded, then managed, “Yeah, I’m fine. They were just tickling.” She gave me a smile. Then she giggled a little and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll give little Jackie a spanking when I get him home. He’ll love that.” I chuckled as I sat up on my bottom. I grinned as I looked over and saw Jackie’s face turning red. I grinned and stuck out my tongue at him and declared, “Good! Naughty Jackie!!!” But just that quick, we were all the best of friends again. We each grabbed a toy and crawled around on the play mats for a while. We ‘drove’ our cars into the ‘tunnel’ under the crib, Shelly and I each got a dolly and tucked them together at the small ‘tea party’ table while Sammy pretended to pour tea. Sandy joined us with a toy bear. Then Sandy and I ‘went shopping for dolly dresses’ by pushing the big yellow dump truck around the ‘roads’ on the playmat until we reached the big toy box. I left her there a moment as I got up on my knees and knee-walked back to the tea party to get Shelly’s dolly. Just as I reached the table, I heard a high-pitched yell, “OWWW!!!! THAT HURT!!!!!” I turned to see Sandy sitting on the floor staring at her arm, it looked like she was about to start crying, and that brat Jimmy standing over her. THAT BRAT!!!! He knows not to pick on ME anymore… So he’s going after her!!! You son-of-a-bitch!!! I felt my blood starting to boil. I was about to stand up and give him another black eye when I heard a deep voice from across the room. “JIMMY!!!!” It was Mister Mark. Apparently, he had been sitting at the ‘big peoples’ table and was standing up, heading directly for his ‘little Jimmy’. Everyone in the room went silent as Mister Mark grabbed Jimmy by the arm and spun him around. His eyebrows were knitted tightly as he spoke in a clear tone. Not screaming, but loud enough that the whole room heard, “I TOLD you to behave from now on and NOT pick on the other kids! Rain or no rain, I WILL take you out to the woodshed if you can’t behave. Now—Apologize.” Jimmy had a look of disbelief. I think his daddy’s words were a complete surprise. His face went white as he stared back at Mister Mark for a full ten seconds. But Mister Mark didn’t blink. Didn’t smirk or look away, just stared at Jimmy with determination. I’m pretty sure Jimmy had just gotten paddled by Miss Beth yesterday. Maybe Mister Mark got some ‘parenting advice’ about having Jimmy behave better. Jimmy ‘blinked’ first. His lips started to quiver, and I saw tears starting to well up as he lost all his swagger and stammered, “I…. I’m sorry Daddy….” Just like yesterday when I overheard him with Miss Beth, he sounded like a truly scared little boy. “Not to me, apologize to Sandy,” was Mister Mark’s response. Unable to turn his body while Mister Mark had a tight grip on his arm, Jimmy turned his head and spoke over his shoulder to Sandy who was still sitting on the floor, holding her arm. Jimmy spoke in a soft voice, “I… I’m sorry Sandy. I shouldn’t have… shouldn’t have hit you.” Mister Mark jerked Jimmy’s arm and his other hand swung…. SMACK! Right on Jimmy’s bottom as he said, “Now… Go stand in that corner for a while and think about what you did.” He helped Jimmy get started with a shove of his arm. Then Mister Mark spoke more softly to Sandy, “Are you all right dear? Do you want me to get your daddy for you?” Sandy seemed to swallow as she nodded, “I’m okay…. I can find my daddy on my own.” Then Sandy got up and looked about for a moment. Then she walked to the door to the kitchen and passed through it. I looked back around me. It seemed every ‘little’ at the party were all amassed together on the playmats. Glenny, Jack, Shelly, Sammy, even Bobby sat around me. Bobby was the first to speak. In a low whisper, “About time. Jimmy’s always gotten away with murder.” There were a few nods and whispers of agreement before we slowly started playing again. But some of us were pretty subdued. Even if he IS a brat sometimes, we all know what happens in the woodshed. Even Jackie, who likes having his bottom warmed up on occasion, avoids being taken there. … Later, Jimmy’s dad let him out of the corner, and we all had some cake. But all too soon, Mommy was tapping me on the shoulder, “Tammy darling, it’s time to get going.” We said our goodbyes and at the door Miss Beth gave me a hug while Suzette handed Mommy my diaper bag. Miss Beth smiled, “You’ve been absolutely charming tonight Tammy. I hope you’ll come and have a playdate with Jack and Jill again soon.” Having had to park so far from the house, the rain soaked my dress, wet down my hair, and rinsed out my curls. Just as Mommy had promised, not a hint my ‘little Tammy’ hairstyle was left when Mommy helped me out of my dress. As Mommy changed my diaper and got a t-shirt for me to wear to bed, I asked, “Did you see what happened with Jimmy?” She nodded as she stood back up, “I heard about it. Beth said she had been talking with Mark about Jimmy’s behavior.” She was taking off her clothes and slipping on a nightie as she added, “Beth and I both spoke to Sandy’s daddy. Tried to assure him that his Sandy was safe and urge them to please come again to the next party.” As she climbed into bed with me, I thought about Sandy for a moment. Just as Mommy turned out the light, I asked, “Is Sandy like me? I mean, is Sandy a boy with a peepee like me? That likes to play dressup? Or… is she like Sammy. A real girl.” I felt Mommy fumbling with the front of her nightgown, then her hand gently palming the back of my head. I nuzzled and latched to her nipple. She kissed my head and whispered, “She looks like a girl doesn’t she? She wanted to be treated like a girl tonight didn’t she?” I nodded gently as I tasted Mommy’s milk, settling into a steady rhythm of suckling. Mommy whispered, “Then treat her like a girl. It’s about who you are inside… not what’s in your diaper. Now, get some sleep Tommy. Tomorrow is another day.” To Be Continued

I slept from 4 to 7

Chapter 107 She looked at Betsy, standing there in just her diaper, and smiled softly. This brings back some great memories for me, she said, her voice full of warmth. But the three of us need to have a conversation about this. She paused for a moment, then continued. First, I want you both to know—it doesn’t surprise me, seeing Betsy dressed like this. And second, I want to be very clear: I’m not upset by what I’m seeing. Her eyes met ours, steady and kind. Do you both understand that? We nodded. Yes, we understand. There was a quiet moment of relief in the room. Her mom looked at Betsy with calm curiosity. So, sweetheart, how often do you wear a diaper—besides at night or during naps? Betsy didn’t respond right away. She just kept her eyes on her mom, unsure of what to say. Her mom leaned in gently. You need to know I’m not upset. But I do want to understand what’s going on here before I leave. After a pause, Betsy quietly said, All the time when I’m home. Her mom nodded. Do you wear one when you’re at school? No, Betsy replied. What about when you go out? Yes, I do. So, if I’m understanding this right, her mom said, the only time you’re not wearing a diaper is when you’re in school? Betsy nodded again. Yes. Her mom glanced down at the diaper Betsy was wearing and spoke softly. From the looks of it, you use your diapers for both pee and poop. Is that true? Betsy hesitated, then said quietly, yes. Her mom turned to me with a thoughtful look. How do you manage all the diaper changes you’re doing? I gave a small shrug. Well, I’d say it’s about 25 changes a week. Four or five of those are poopy diapers. She nodded slowly, absorbing the details. And how often does Betsy use the highchair? At every meal, I replied. And the baby bottle? Twice a day, I said. Once in the morning, and again after dinner. She paused, then asked, “Have you bought any baby clothes for her to wear? Yes, we have, I said. Okay, she nodded. I want to see them after we’re done talking. Then she turned to Betsy with a gentle smile. I’m sure they look cute on you. Betsy’s face flushed red instantly, her cheeks glowing with embarrassment. But her mom’s tone was kind, not teasing—just a quiet acknowledgment of care and affection. Her mom leaned back slightly, her voice calm but direct. You know, she said, “I had a feeling something was going on with Betsy and her diapers. She looked at both of us. Remember two years ago, when all the parents went on that six-week cruise? When we got back, I asked why her diapers looked so dull and worn—like they’d been used far more than just for nighttime. You told me it was because she didn’t use tampons at night and wore diapers for her period. She paused, then added with a knowing smile, But I’ve been a woman long enough to know periods don’t last six weeks. And from the look on both your faces back then, I knew you weren’t telling the whole truth. Her gaze shifted gently to Betsy. So, how long did you wear diapers while we were gone? Betsy hesitated, then quietly said, From the time you left the cabin until about an hour before you got back. Her mom raised her eyebrows slightly. So you were in diapers that whole time? Betsy nodded. The only time I wasn’t was when I was sunbathing in the nude or when I was getting a bath. I’m sure you poop in them too, her mom said, looking at Betsy with a knowing smile. I glanced over and added, more than once. She laughed warmly. If I had known she was pooping in her diapers back then, I would’ve taken the time to show you how to keep a diaper white—even after that kind of use. Then she turned to me with a gentle firmness. Since she’s back in diapers now, I’ll show you what needs to be done before I head home. Her mom continued, her voice calm but perceptive. After we got back from the cruise, I started noticing some changes in your routine with Betsy. She looked at me. You used to put her in her nighttime diaper around nine. But after we returned, it was closer to eight. And in the mornings, you used to change her before coming out for breakfast. Now, you both come out first, and only go back to change her afterward. She turned to Betsy, her tone soft but direct. Half the time, I could tell you were sitting at the breakfast table wetting your diaper. One reason? When you stood up, your diaper was hanging a lot lower than when you sat down. Another reason is when you pee, you do have a pee face that is cute and the last reason everyone around the table could hear you pee. Even in a diaper you could hear the hss sound that us women make when we pee. Then she gave a gentle chuckle. There were a few times I honestly thought your diaper was going to fall off—it was so heavy, I thought you were about to flash us your butt. Her mom continued, her voice still calm and thoughtful. Another thing I noticed after we got back—you started sucking your thumb more often. She looked at Betsy with a soft smile. It used to be just at night, or when you were really tired. But after the cruise, I saw you doing it during the day too. Her mom looked at Betsy with a soft, knowing expression. And I remember the last two times we came home from the cabin, she said. You were in diapers for the entire ride home. She paused, then added with quiet certainty, and you pooped in your diaper both times. Her mom held up the small item she’d found in Betsy’s room—the first pacifier we’d bought for her at the cabin. She looked at Betsy gently. Do you know what this is? Betsy nodded. It’s a pacifier. And do you know whose it is? It’s mine, Betsy said quietly. Her mom’s brow furrowed slightly, not in judgment, but in curiosity. Why would you have a pacifier? I never bought one for you when you were a baby. I stepped in. I bought it for her in town while we were at the cabin. She turned to me. Why? I smiled. I just thought she’d look cute using it. Her mom paused, then asked with a soft chuckle, well… does she? I nodded. Yes. She really does. Her mom smiled gently, still holding the pacifier in her hand. Well, that’s nice to know, she said, her voice soft with affection. Maybe I’ll get to see her use it one of these days. Betsy shifted slightly, her cheeks turning pink again, but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Betsy’s mom looked at her gently. Can you tell me why you like to wear diapers? Betsy glanced at me, uncertain. I gave her a reassuring nod. Tell her what you told me, I said softly. Betsy took a breath, her voice quiet but steady. They make me feel safe, she said. It’s like… I don’t have to worry. I feel calm when I wear them. Betsy took a breath and spoke softly, her voice steady. I feel less stressed when I wear diapers. It’s like a part of me relaxes—I don’t have to think so much or worry. She glanced at her mom, then continued. I actually like being changed. Whether it’s a wet diaper or a messy one, it doesn’t matter. It’s the care that means something to me. Her voice grew more tender. When someone gives me a bath or wipes me clean after a poopy diaper… those touches, that attention—it makes me feel loved. Like someone really cares. She looked down at herself, then smiled faintly. And yeah, I enjoy running around in just a diaper. It reminds me of when I was little, when not having a top on didn’t matter. It was simple. Safe. Her mom sat quietly for a moment, then spoke with calm honesty. I’ve been doing some reading on this, she said. I understand that wearing diapers makes you feel safe. Some of the books I’ve read describe it as a kink—sometimes with a little bit of a sexual component. But that’s okay. Everyone has one or two kinks. She looked at both of us with a gentle smile. We’re all adults here. Then she turned to Betsy, her voice warm and steady. I want to be just as open with you as you’ve been with me. I have two kinks of my own. You don’t need to know what they are—but I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to feel alone. Mom, Betsy said gently, can I ask you a question? And will you be as truthful with me as I’ve been with you? Her mom nodded. I have to be truthful. That’s how trust and communication work between people. You can ask me anything—except what my two kinks are, she added with a light smile. So go ahead. Betsy smiled, a little mischievously. I think I already know one of them. You like being spanked by Dad, don’t you? I sat there stunned. That was a bombshell. Her mom’s face turned bright red, and for a moment, she was speechless. Then she took a breath and said, I told you I’d be truthful with you… but I didn’t expect one of my kinks to be known by you two. Yes, I do like having my bottom spanked by your dad sometimes. She looked at Betsy with curiosity. How did you find that out? Betsy’s voice softened. The first time I noticed, I had a bad nightmare. I was going to come sleep in your room to feel better. But I heard a lot of noise, and I thought Dad was hurting you. I got scared and went back to my room. I cried myself to sleep because I didn’t know what was happening or how to help. Her mom’s expression shifted from embarrassment to tenderness. That must’ve been really confusing for you, she said quietly. I’m sorry you had to carry that alone. Yes, it was really confusing for me, Betsy said quietly. I used to hear him spank you once or twice a year, all the way until I was about fourteen. She looked at her mom. One time, you sent me into your bedroom, and I saw a paddle lying on the bed. I remember thinking, ‘Why is there a paddle here?’ Her voice softened. Then about two weeks later, I was asleep on the couch in the living room. You and Dad didn’t know I was there. You were in the den, and the noise you were making woke me up. I snuck over to see what was going on. She paused, then added, “When I saw you over Dad’s knee, and he was spanking you and you had a smile on your face… I knew it was okay. That it wasn’t something bad. Her mom’s face turned red again, clearly caught off guard. You saw that? she asked. Betsy nodded. Yep. And believe me—I’m glad he never spanked me, because your ass was bright red. I new that you like it after you ask dad to spank you harder. Her mom let out a breath, half embarrassed, half amused. Her mom took a breath, her tone settling into something calm and final. Yes, I do like having my bottom spank. Okay, that’s enough about me and my kinks, she said with a small smile. Let me finish our talk with this. She turned to Betsy. I have no problem with you wearing diapers all the time. You know I’ll have to tell your dad, right? Betsy nodded. It’s okay. You can tell him. Her mom continued, you also know there’s a good chance someone else might find out. Betsy shrugged gently. That’s already happened. I’m okay with it. Her mom smiled, clearly proud of her daughter’s honesty and confidence. Alright then, she said. Let’s wrap this up. She motioned for Betsy to come closer. Betsy walked over, and her mom gently slipped two fingers under the edge of her plastic pants. You’re wet, she said matter-of-factly, but you can wait until after lunch. Then she smiled warmly. Let’s eat. I want to see how cute you look sitting in that highchair of yours.