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By Little Sherri · Posted
This has happened to me before, usually accidentally - I have a "go bag" (diaper bag) in my car, however I don't have one stationed permanently in my wife's car. I will bring one with me if I know we're going to be out for any length of time, but I have been caught out in the wilds without a change of underpants a couple of times by circumstances, when out on an errand with my wife that gets unexpectedly prolonged. On one memorable occasions, she wanted to stop and look at a car, which I really did not want to engage in, because I know that there is an industry metric for how long a person stays at a car dealership, and how it correlates with the likelihood they will buy a car. So, car dealerships actively work to prolong your time there... "Can I get you a coffee? You want to look at a car? Well which colour would you want? Leather seats? Is the third row of seats important to you? We have one like that... it's out back. You'll want to drive it, yes? Let me take down your information and make a copy of your driver's license. I have someone pulling it around for us - they're just going to wash it first. Now, how about your current vehicle - do you own it? Lease it? Would you be trading it in? No? Well, can I make you an offer on it, anyway? Let's just see what we can come up with - I know you plan to give it to your daughter, but you might be surprised at what the market is paying for 1975 Dodge Aspen station wagons... I'll get Bruce, our Preowned Vehicle manager, to come have a look. Bruce is appraising another vehicle right now, but he'll be able to look at it shortly - I'm going to get Zeke here to bring your car around to Bruce, and then we'll get you out on the road in your, er, excuse me, our shiny new Canyonaro V20. While we're waiting, did you have a target in mind for your monthly payments? Everyone has some kind of goal for that... we can come up with a program to give you whatever you're looking for. Are you both employed? Do you own your house? Let me see how Jimmy is doing, shining up your Canyonaro. Another coffee? Espresso? The finance manager may drop in to say hello - they're running a contest this month, so she is highly incentivized to get people approved - she could win a trip to Florida, lucky lady, eh? But you'd be lucky, too - she'll shave a half-point off the finance rate, and if you pair that with a warranty, they'll actually refund you all the interest you paid on warranty, if you don't use it. Which you won't, because the Canyonaro is great, well built, but, it's nice to have that assurance that it's there if you need it....." "Sorry, we have to go - I have peed through my diaper and am slowly dampening your chair under my right butt cheek." -
By Little Lamb · Posted
There is some more power given to Francine and Julia. But it wasn't signed nor informed, so to speak. And no spankings by anyone but sarah, If I remember correctly. The story feels rushed sometimes, and the communication between the ladies is lackluster around theirs' Lifestyle matter. -
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By Sarah_Hillcrest · Posted
Chapter 14 Linda was sitting in her recliner watching the morning news and drinking coffee when her phone rang. “Oh lord, it’s 7 AM Daniel, what do you want,” she asked. “Something is very wrong, I can’t believe I didn’t see it,” Daniel said. Linda rolled her eyes, “I know, your Mom called me, she said you were changing, I told you it would happen.” “No, no you didn’t, not like this.” “You Mom said you were working around the house and being more relatable, that you even changed your streaming personality. Sounds like you’re getting that maternal instinct I warned you about.” Daniel's voice rose. “I’m not talking about some instinct, Linda. My body is changing. I have no hair on my arms. My nipples hurt. I haven’t shaved in days and I look smoother than a dolphin. And… and things down there are different too.” Linda straightened in her chair. “Daniel, breath.” “I am breathing! I went on Reddit last night and looked up HRT timelines. Everything matches. You didn’t tell me I was going to transition! I thought I was going to get younger, not wake up halfway to womanhood!” Linda pinched the bridge of her nose. “I didn’t know either. It’s not like we have any idea what we’re doing. The only other person to try it was Martha, we’ve never tested my blood with a man.” Daniel’s voice was getting more frantic. “Well I’m the genia pig, my testicles are shrinking. I measured them.” Linda blinked. “You… measured them?” “I panicked! I didn’t know what else to do!” Linda rubbed her forehead. “Okay. Daniel. First, breathe. Second, look, this virus, or whatever it is, it’s not like we can predict exactly how it works. Jim didn’t change overnight either. You’re still you.” “I don’t feel like me. I made an avatar named Briella, and now I’m walking around in a robe and watching homemaking videos for fun. I redecorated my entire basement in lavender! Oh, and by the way, I was walking through Wal-Mart yesterday and for some reason found myself in the baby aisle just casually browsing.” “I told you this would affect your emotions,” she said gently. “The body’s part of it, but it’s also… internal. I think you need to stop fighting it and” “Stop fighting it? Linda, I don’t want to be a woman!” Linda sighed. “Daniel, I.. wait. Are you, are you crying?” “No!” Daniel snapped, then quickly added, “…Maybe. A little. I don’t know. God, what is happening to me?!” Linda leaned forward, lowering her voice. “I’m here. You’re not alone, okay? This happened to me. To Jim. And we got through it.” Daniel was still talking. “I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and I… I didn’t see me. I saw someone softer. Younger. My skin’s changing. My hair. What am I supposed to tell my followers?” Linda, got out of her recliner and walked outside, suddenly feeling the need for fresh air, “OK, look, I have no idea what this streaming thing is and followers, so tell me what's going on and I’ll try to help.” *** Jim opened his eyes in near panic. He needed to get to work, Linda had already left for school, he overslept. He sat up and realized he was in a child’s room. “Did we finally have a kid?” he asked. He threw a leg over the short rail of the day bed and stood up. His nighttime diaper was soaked as usual, but the onesie was doing a great job of holding it up. “Geeze, Linda needs to change the baby,” he said quietly and laughed. Jim had no time, he had to get ready. He walked across the hall to his bedroom and found that all his uniforms were gone, so he sleepily pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a polo shirt. The polo shirt hung awkwardly off his narrow shoulders, the collar sloping, the hem far too low. The cargo shorts sagged under their own weight, bulging at the crotch where his swollen diaper pressed forward. Jim tugged them up, and tied the draw string, not even registering the absurd outline or the soft crinkle that followed each movement. “Where’s my bag?” he muttered, checking the empty dresser. “Can’t be late again, Mahoney already gave me a warning…” He stumbled toward the bathroom, still half in a dream. He didn’t notice the plastic training potty on the floor, or the brightly colored bath toys neatly arranged on the tub’s edge. In the mirror, he caught a glimpse of his face, rounder, softer, smooth, and frowned. “New razor’s working pretty well…” he mumbled, running a hand over his bare cheek. Down the hall, he rushed out the front door. A breeze rustled the curtain and he stepped into it, blinking at the morning light. The sun felt different. Too bright. The world felt too big. The sidewalk too long. But he had a route to finish. “Mail waits for no one,” he said automatically, straightening his too-large collar and waddling down the front steps, his diaper squishing heavily between his legs. He didn't even think to grab shoes. The dew-soaked lawn kissed his bare feet, grounding him in this half-dream, half-memory world. Linda's voice echoed in some distant part of his mind, but he shook it off. She'd be at school by now, anyway. Jim turned down the street, heading toward the post office like a man on a mission, tugging up his slipping shorts every few steps. He had work to do. *** “…and that’s how donations and superchats work,” Daniel finished. Linda blinked at her phone, trying to make sense of the last twenty minutes. “So people watch you play a game and just… give you money because they like your character?” “Yes, Briella, she’s a cleric, very nurturing, chat loves her.” “Well, that’s… nice, Daniel,” she said diplomatically. “I need to go check on Jim. He usually wakes up by now.” “OK, but what about me? What do I do?” Daniel begged. “I told you there were risks. Do you go to the doctor and tell them you took an alien virus and now you’re becoming a woman. You know they '’ll think you're transitioning on HRT and that you’ve lost your mind.” Linda said. “But I can’t become a woman? What do I tell Mom?” “Look, I’ll think about it, just stall. Tell her you’re going through a mid life crisis, she’ll understand. Maybe you’re just getting younger. I’ve got to go, I’ll call you in a few days and see if you’ve changed more.” Linda set her phone down and stood with a stretch. Her mug was cold. She headed down the hallway, tapping lightly on Jim’s door. “Time to get up, sweetheart,” she called gently, then opened the door. The room was empty. The covers were half-thrown aside, and his stuffed turtle lay abandoned on the floor. The sippy cup on the nightstand was untouched. Her heart fluttered. “Jim?” She checked the bathroom. Empty. Checked the living room. Nothing. Checked the back patio, the sandbox. Gone. “Jim?” she called louder, now moving room to room, opening closet doors as if he might be hiding. “James? This isn’t funny!” She turned back toward the front hallway. The door was wide open. “Oh no.” Her pulse spiked as she grabbed her phone and sprinted across the lawn in her slippers, not even bothering to lock the door behind her. She banged on Martha’s screen door, then opened it without waiting. “Martha!” she called, breathless. “Is he here? Did Jim come over?” Martha appeared from the kitchen, eyes wide. “No. What happened?” Linda was already dialing 911 on her phone, then stopped, frozen. She couldn’t. Not without unraveling everything. “Oh god,” Martha said, reaching for her keys. “Let’s find him before someone else does.” *** Jim’s mind didn’t process the fact that he had the body of a 12 year old. In his dream-like state it just kind of made sense to him. It took about 20 minutes to walk to the post office. He went to the rear employees entrance like he always did and punched in the code. The door didn’t open. “What the heck, they changed the code?” Jim walked around front, he didn’t register that he was dribbling pee the entire way and his diaper was leaking, creating a damp stain in the outline of a diaper on the seat of his shorts. The automatic doors of the post office whooshed open, sending a blast of cool air over Jim’s damp legs. The tiled floor felt too smooth underfoot. His cargo shorts clung cold and sticky to his thighs, heavy from the sodden diaper beneath. But he didn’t seem to mind. His eyes locked on the counter ahead like a man on a mission. As he walked across the lobby, heads turned at the sight of a barefoot 12 year old boy in adult sized clothes sucking a big blue pacifier and walking right up to the counter. He let the pacifier fall to dangle on its leash, the plastic ring thumping softly against his shirt. “I need to talk to Rick,” Jim said, breathless. “Tell him Jim Patton is here. I’m sorry I’m late, I overslept. My… my wife didn’t wake me up.” The young clerk blinked down at him, clearly trying to make sense of the situation. “Rick?” Jim nodded, hands planted on the counter like he’d done a thousand times. “Route twelve. Sunrise Terrace. I’m supposed to pull my parcels by now.” The clerk hesitated. “Um… are you lost? Did you wander off from someone?” “No! I work here,” Jim snapped, louder than intended. He stood straighter, as if posture could erase the visible outline of the soaked diaper sagging under his shorts. The lobby went quiet. One woman turned, eyes wide. A child stared openly at the wet crescent forming on the boy’s backside. “Sweetie,” the clerk said gently, “do you maybe want to sit down? I can call someone for you.” Jim’s mouth opened… then closed. He turned and looked around. Everyone was staring at him like he was a lost child. Not a man. Not a mailman. Not Jim. His lip quivered. He reached up and popped the pacifier back in. Just like that, the fragile adult scaffolding inside him gave way. A wave of embarrassment, fear, and helplessness swept through his chest. His knees felt wobbly. He didn’t remember peeing, but the diaper was soaked. His tummy hurt. “Do you know where your mommy is?” the clerk asked carefully. Jim whimpered behind his pacifier. A woman in a mail carrier’s uniform came from around back, “Did I hear Jim Patton? What’s going on?” she asked. “This kid came in… says his name is Jim Patton, said he works here,” the clerk whispered. “I was about to call the cops.” The carrier narrowed her eyes. “Jim Patton?” She looked closer, “There was a Jim Patton that worked here, he retired a long time ago, about when I started. This is weird.” One older woman frowned. A child tugged on her mother’s sleeve and whispered, “Mommy, that boy wet his pants.” “I think he is special needs, maybe he has autism,” the mother responded. “Yeah I better call the police,” the clerk said. The mail carrier’s expression softened. “My sister works for Child Services. Let me call her first. She opened the door out to the lobby and took Jim’s hand, “Come on Jim, I’m going to take you back here to wait for help, we’ll find your parents OK?” Jim nodded and followed her to an empty office, and the mail carrier pulled out her phone. “Hey Sis… Yeah you’re not at the office yet? Great I got a lost little boy here, special needs, and um… he’s umm, he’s leaking. He just wanted in, looks like he’s eleven or twelve, but… ” The mail carrier sniffed the air. Then went over and took a sniff near Jim. “Yeah, he’s stinky… Hurry please.” -
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