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This is a fictional story about a boy made to be transformed temporarily into a girl with every female on him by his father and his father's medical surgeon. Boy's name is Charles Louis Granger. It's fictional and the medical procedures are all fake. I do not actually support but neither deny SRS. So far the boy has had temporary buttock and breast augmentation using his actual chest, plus special method of shaping his hair into that of long hair like a girls. He has yet to receive a female genitalia. I'm concerntrating on the "creation-of-a-vulva" phase which will involve diapering and not exactly on the procedures before hand which is up to you to guess. PS: I usually do not write transexual stories; this is an exception. Warning lots of references to the human genitalia, male and female. Implied nudity. I awoke, to see swirls and whirls. Where am I now? I thought. Slowly my vision was cleared up. I was on a bed, still dressed in the transparent medical paper gown. My new breasts stuck out from underneath; definitely now the 34C they promised. What was interesting was that I was strapped down to the bed using tight medical restraints, holding down all my arms and limbs, now all shaped into that of a teenage girl. An IV drip was attached to my left arm with fluid being pumped in while several wires were attached to what was probably my heart, as well as my head. The silence was broken as the "good" doctor appeared. "Hello Claire, how are you feeling?"' How would you feel if you had been forced to change sex against you will? I thought. I cleared my throat several times before saying, "weak." I'm still not in shock when I heard my new female voice. "The side effects of all the drugging and such. That can't be helped. The surgery was sort of successful..." "What do you mean sort of successful?" I cried in my female voice, tensing against my bonds. "We aimed to graft in the new vulva over your shrunken penis, but there's some complication. Don't worry, it will eventually happen but in the meantime, you have to stay with this IV drip of special drugs. It contains more of the special modified oestrogen as well as a hydrating liquid. It's perfect ok mixture and necessary, except that the side effect is heavy urinary incontinence." Incontinence? No bladder control? First breasts, longer hair, shaped body, ears pierced, and now this? Out of nowhere, a large white item appeared in her hands. "Tena Slip Maxi, it will work. Anyway, once you get the vulva, you still have to wear it for at least 48 to 72 hours." She lifted part of my gown up. Due to my flat body, I could hardly see the shrunken part of mine. But I could definitely not feel my penis and testicles as before. Cold swaps stung that as as she used wipes to clean it. The nappy crinkled a slight bit and it was taped in place . "Also, we need to monitor your heart rate as well as your nervous response. Just as a precaution, not to worry." That's so comforting, I thought; there's much to worry! "Hi Lauren," the voice of my father said. "Mine if I have a word with her if private?" "Dad, why this? Please...." I pleaded once the doctor was out of earshot. "Please..." "Claire Louise Granger," he started, Shit, he's also changed my middle name! "No more of this. This is final. You will be Claire." "But....ahh!!!" My nose, or rather new nose was pinched. As my mouth hung open, a silk cloth was jammed inside. Then, lifting my head, a longer piece of cloth was wrapped around my lower head, effectively gagging me. I tried to scream, but it was muffled alright. "Victor, that's enough. Her new voiceand face need time to adjust," the Doctor returned. "Well, she's as disobedient as she's always been. You did say not to use duct tape," my father replied. Freaking hell, haven't I been gagged enough already? "Well, I have to monitor. If she needs to have her mouth open..." Both of them moved away of of earshot. The Doctor returned and smiling, she remarked, "that's your daddy Claire. But don't worry, I'll monitor you. Now, I guess you'll stay here. I'll be back in four hours to change your nappy." So for the next four hours, all I could do was to stare at the ceiling as my bladder emptied loads of urine and fluid on to the nappy. I'm a condemned boy, I thought, changed to be a girl at the will of my father. This is not a nightmare; its a horror story, in reality. Argh!!!! The four hours passed as the doctor returned, this time with her gown off and in a rather short skirt, dark tights and sleeveless blouse. "Helmmmm," I tried to speak. "Hi, Claire. Now look, I'll change you and in fact, get some bit of food in you." Food! I have eaten in days, I thought, delighted at that mention. it had been more than a day since I had something solid in me. "Oh wait, what do we have here?" She remarked. "You've seem to have wet the bed. " 'Heavy Incontinence' is probably and understatement." It was then I felt the dampness around my buttocks and crotch region. Another first for me: I've wet the bed in the first time in years! I found a tinge of gratefulness as she peeled off the tapes exposed my penis--or what's left of it.The nappy did trap quite a bit of heat. "Ohmmmm...." I cried as the icy sting from the wipes came again. A few more cries came as she wiped my groin and little member clean. "I've no time to change sheets yet, so I've place this under your bum," she said, and I felt a dry piece of cloth being slotted underneath. The new nappy was taped in, trapping heat once again. The next move surprised me. Out from nowhere came a plastic-like item in her hand, which looked like a big bulgy pants. "Yes, Claire," she said (I still refused to believe I'm a Claire!), "this is a pair of panties (American term!), plastic panties. It's to prevent any further leakage. This one happens to have locks which is usually for psychiatric patients to prevent them from touching their nappies. Still, it is useful." I'm not psychotic, I thought as she unlocked the two ends, I'm just trapped against my will. Helpless once more, she secured the plastic underwear in place. Finally, she revealed the plate of mushy food. The smell was average but my stomach was rumbling after a few days without proper food. "Your father said that if you scream when your gag is removed you won't get anything. But you are an intelligent girl aren't you?" I'm a boy, born a boy but now a girl, I thought. I nodded and was so grateful for the cloth to be removed. She inclined the bed to an angle and presented a tray of mushy food. "Thank You," I said, feeling that the doctor was the lesser of the two evils. "Can't I feed myself?" I asked, seeing her raising a spoonful of what ever was on that plate. "No arguments, now you either let me feed you or go hungry," she said. So for the first time in eighteen years, I was spoon fed. And yes, my bladder continued empty itself. Was this really a new life? It was totally un-filling. I turned my head to ask her, "Doctor..." "Call me Lauren," she said. "Lauren, this isn't enough," I tensed, expecting a scolding. "You're not ready for a full meal. I don't what you to defecate constantly thus this small meal. The bulk of your nutrients will be from the IV drip." "But..." "No more argument." I decided to change topic."Why are you doing this? You're a doctor, a professional, meant to save and not to be involved with such stuff." I tried to put on a pleading tone, hoping there could still be a way out. "No comment and no more argument. Now, as to your gag..." "Please, I don't wanna be gagged," I pleaded. "You did say I need to have my mouth open?" "I'm sorry, it does help. I don't want too much noise, especially to disturb the other patients elsewhere. Now, your father's gag was a little crude. This is will be a little better," she said, holding something in her hand. I shook my head by yelped as my new breasts were pinched, enough for a cotton-like ball to enter my mouth. As soon as it did, it immediately expanded to fill up the whole oral cavity. "This is a rather new invention," she explained, unwrapping a round of what looked like a gauze roll. "It activates upon the wetness of saliva but unlike silk cloth your dad used, it won't dry your mouth out. Now," she proceeded to wrap the roll around my lower jaw. Finally, using two clips, she secured it in place. Pinching me again, my yelp was even more muffled. Lauren then reached forward and kissed me. "I'll be back again to change you before sleep," she said. And so another four hours and soggy Tena later, she was back, and soggy nappy. "Sweet dreams," she said, kissing me on forehead again. Nightmares, I thought. She drew the curtains and I heard a click. Great, even the curtains have locks. Might as well have placed me in a cage or a lab for animals. With the only noise coming from the IV drip machine and the heart machine or whatever, I could only stare at the ceiling. I'm about 75% female now, with my hair still need to grow and shape into that of a normal teenage girl. My face was already formed, as was my body, especially given the rapidly formed boobs. All was probably left was the forging of a vulva over my shrunken dick, now covered in a mass of white. Unable to turn around as I normally did, I tried to gain some sleep as my bladder gushed out its urine again. To be continued...

You can say what you want but you are not grasping the physical difference between a person that is incontinent and a person that chooses to lose control. A truly incontinent person has no sensation of when they are going. I can tell you that after a while you no longer feel it. This is where the fear in a truly incontinent comes from. Since they can longer tell, they no longer can predict how long a diaper will last. A person trying to achieve incontinence has to concentrate on the sensation to know that they have gone and thus knows about when the diaper is getting full and time to change. There has been many times that I have changed just before I leave for a quick trip to the store to pick "a few things" that I find that I need to change once I get there. Usually those changes are due to feces rather than urine. You say that you only had one messy diaper a day, I can tell you that a truly incontinent person can have several messy diapers a day. See that is like a person that can see telling a blind person that they need a better pair of glasses and they will be fine. You can manage the condition all you want. I manage with diet, timing, and better products. However I still have accidents, I still have leaks, and I still have extra laundry to do. It's a fact of life when you have incontinence. There is no perfect diaper out there. If you are laying on your side, urine will follow gravity and since there are no "diapers for side sleepers" out there, leaks are going to happen. Do I have tons of extra laundry to do? No.....but I have been managing this for a long time and my extra laundry now is basically clothes that have gotten wet from a leaker. Someone that has just started to deal with this though hasn't had the time to adapt and thus has a lot more accidents and mis-steps. I gues what it comes down to, does it take planning when you want to go out if you are incontinent? Yes.... With military type planning? No......but it does take a few minutes to figure out what you need to take with you for what you are doing.

Okay, I tried this. As a matter of fact I'm sitting in an oatmeal filled diaper right this minute, and it's great. All the squish and warmth of pooping, but none of the smell and no worry about ruining clothing or furniture if it gets out. To answer the OPs question, I used 1/2 c oats and 1c water, microwaved it for 2.5 minutes, let it cool to around body temp, spooned it into a sandwich bag, then squeezed it out into the back of my diaper. I might use some food coloring the next time too, to really get the dirty diaper look.

It falls in between two sports over the pond, which confuses us simple Brits. You kick forward, and can pass forward, (Football). But you run and receive the ball, and tackle with the upper body, with an oval ball, (Rugby).

I have that in a small space between the attic and the actual roof. I only have to move them twice a year around christmas to the back of my closet because we keep the christmas supplies there too.

Maybe you just need to be not so careless with your diaper wearing. Trash is an easy fix, get some black plastic bags, she will be none the wiser. And my diaper wearing habits are on a very need to know basis only. And if she notices it is unlikely that she is going to bring it up as not to embarrass you. If she does say something I think it would be most likely said to your wife, which then can dealt with.

I would guess that it is more common than you would think for maids to find diapers in the trash. I always bring extra trash liners with me so that I can keep my diaper related trash in one contained place so I and the maid don't have to deal with the smell. And you should always tip your maid, I even leave a simple thank you card with the tip.

Well, it seems I've collected a loyal band of followers for this story. Let me just say how much I appreciate your unwavering support. I truly am grateful that there are those who are finding my writing enjoyable. I've always been one to write more or less for myself so I must say I'm getting a kick out of sharing this story with the Forum. This week has been really crazy and I'll likely be swamped with work through the weekend. I'll post the next Chapter as soon as I have it finished, maybe in the next few days. In the meantime, Happy Diapers everyone! -CrazyCat701