Sarah_Hillcrest

page 49 Chapter 6 Tuesday June 3rd Dakota punched his key into the post office door and walked in. The supervisor looked up from his computer, said hi, looked down again and then immediately did a double take. Dakota was wearing a pair of his girl jeans, instead of the baggy loose ones he normally wore, and a plain turquoise cotton ladies top with a gathered neck. The cut of the shirt showed off the feminine curves he was starting to develop. He had some mascara, a light natural eye shadow, and his hair which was still short for a girl was styled with a feminine pink hair band . Chuck turned around from his mail case and his jaw dropped, he tried to form words for a minute but seemed unable to and eventually turned back around. No other employees were present.. “Lets go talk to the Post Master,” the supervisor said. Dakota nodded and followed him back to her office. The Poster Master stood from her desk and walked around to greet Dakota with a handshake. It was obvious she was trying to keep things as professional as possible. “Thanks for giving me a heads up yesterday on your plans,” she said Dakota nodded, and everyone took a seat. “I called up my superiors and got some clarification about a few things. So just to be sure of your intentions, you don’t want any memo or meeting about your gender change?” “No, that’s not necessary,” Dakota said. “OK, and you don’t intend any kind of direction to people as to what pronoun to use for you?” The Post Master asked. “No, they can make their own decisions,” Dakota replied. “What if people ask you, I’m assuming you’re fine if I call you a she?” Dakota took a deep breath and hesitated. He felt like a fraud. He had been telling himself he was only really doing this because it was getting too difficult to hide the changes. The truth was he was a fraud, he didn’t really want this, he was just stuck going through the motions, right? “Well, if people ask, I’ll tell them I’m a woman,” Dakota said and realized while he said it, that he didn’t really believe he was a woman, it was just easier. “But what if they just keep calling you a he?” The Poster Master said. “I’m not going to make a big deal about this, I’m not really into the drama,” Dakota said. “OK, well if anyone asks I’m going to tell them that you look like a woman to me, I mean, if I didn’t know you, and you’ve really done wonders with your voice.” The supervisor said, and the Post Master nodded in agreement. Dakota had realized that his natural voice was slowly changing, he had to consciously lower it a bit to sound like he used. Page 50 “Great, there's just one more thing we need and that's to take a new ID badge photo of you,” the Post Master said. Dakota was ushered into the room where they took passport photos and the Supervisor got a photo of him. Dakota went back out to the mailroom floor to start cleaning. Chuck was about to leave and shot him a glance then shook his head in disappointment as he headed to the door. Dakota wasn’t sure why, since he didn’t feel that strongly about all this, but a tear formed in his eye. He checked his phone, it had been about an hour since he last pee’d so he went to the restroom and stepped up to the urinal. As he unzipped his pants, and slid them down with the pull-up underneath he suddenly realized he’d just gone to the men’s room after telling his employers he was a woman. Then he realized his penis had shrunk so much it was getting really hard to use a urinal without making a mess. *** “I’m so proud of you,” Alex said as she took another bite of nachos. “It really wasn’t that big of a deal,” Dakota said. He was still dressed like he had been at work, but he’d gone home and fixed up his makeup a bit and changed the slightly damp Goodnite for an Abena. The jeans did a good job of hiding it and these diapers were so good that Dakota was confident enough to get a large diet coke. “It was a huge deal, do you realize you just came out at work?” Alex asked. “It’s a BS job where I hardly ever see anyone, I didn’t even know the name of the clerk who was working at the counter today,” Dakota replied. “You told people and that’s what counts. Did you mention your other, um change?” Alex asked. “Umm… Oh, that, no. I’m really careful at work, it’s easy to hide.” “Is it getting any better?” Alex asked. “Not really, but I’m trying,” Dakota said. Their food arrived and Dakota realized how much stronger it smelt. He dug into his burrito and realized it even tasted different then he remembered. Talking took a back seat as the two of them attacked their meals. Alex unlocked her car door out in the mall parking lot, “Thanks for paying,” Dakota said. “Bitch you best put out,” she laughed and Dakota’s eyes opened wide. Alex smacked his shoulder, “I’m just kidding, you’re my girlfriend, and I’m well aware that I make way more money than you, it’s no big deal.” Dakota looked at the ground shyly and felt this strange sense of happiness at Alex’s words. “I’m off to work, so you’re off the hook for tonight,” Alex said and then they embraced for a long kiss. Dakota walked back to his car feeling strangely ashamed.

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Believe it or not I've put some thought into this and that was my original idea, but I modeled his transition after what I've read of actual HRT. The first noticeable change was skin and hair, breast development, fat redistribution. Then later I'd wished it was a slower change. So where was his body getting the Estrogen from? Almost immediately his testes slowed down male hormone production, his hypothalamus was recalibrated for female hormone alignment, and began telling the rest of his adipose tissue to start converting T to E. At the same time Internal female organs began to develop and at this point in the story are getting close to being done. OR maybe it's just magic, I don't know? LOL

Three Page extravaganza post! Page 46 The blows stopped and Tim put the paddle down, “That’s a good girl,” he said and began using a soft rag to wipe the snot off Dakota’s face. “This is no way for a princess to look, but you’ve learned your lesson haven’t you?” “Yes, Daddy,” Dakota tried to say through the gag. Though he didn’t look strong, Tim lifted Dakota off the table and sat him on his knees on soft floor mats. “Now, Daddy wants to give you a gift, but you have to earn it,” Tim said as he walked out of view. Dakota saw him across the room lay down a Magic Wand vibrator. “Do you want Daddy’s gift?” Dakota was no longer himself, when he had tried to assert himself it only made things worse, he was now drowning in subspace, only thinking of doing what was expected of him. He nodded and tried to say yes through the gag. “Good girl, if you try very hard you can work your way over here and claim your reward. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit,” Tim said and left the room. Dakota didn't see how this was possible. He was tied up and couldn’t move, but having no experience in bondage he didn’t realize he wasn’t actually tied that strictly. He tried shuffling on his knees but toppled over on his face. Soon he realized he could inch his way forward. After a few minutes he felt a moment of cramp and then wet himself. He hadn’t even realized he needed to pee. He felt wetness leak creep onto his panties. It took less than ten minutes for him to scoot across the floor and roll into position to grab the vibrator with hands behind his back. He heard clapping and looked around the room surprised. “Well done babygirl,” Tim said. He had been watching from a dark corner sipping a mixed drink. He walked over and took the wand and then lifted Dakota back into a sitting position on his knees. He felt around the front of the dress noticing it was wet, “Oh you’ve had an accident haven’t you?” he asked. “YethhDaddy,” Dakota said feeling both shame and intense arousal. “It’s ok Princess, you didn’t do it on purpose did you?” “No Daddy,” “Next time you come over you should wear better diapers though, these are for big girls, not babygirls like you,” Tim said. He plugged the wand into an outlet and then tucked it down into the satin panties before flicking the switch. Dakota had experimented with small cheap vibrators in his diapers but never felt the powerful vibrations of a magic wand before. What was left of his small cock was pressing against the wet pull up and soon he was starting to bounce a bit on his knees feeling uncontrollable sensations. Every now and again Tim repositioned the wand, otherwise he held Dakota’s shoulders and played with his hair. “Does it feel good princess?” he asked. Dakota mumbled into the gag, and long strands of drool slid down from his chin. He was breathing hard and grinding against the vibrator. Page 47 Tim began to play with his nipples and he moaned.. “Can you cum for Daddy?” Tim asked. Again Dakota mumbled into the mask. He felt the buckles come off the gag he was able to allow the ball to fall out of his mouth, along with a puddle of drool that ran down his chin. “Tell Daddy what you want to do.” “I want to cum Daddy,” Dakota said, completely on autopilot. “Beg for it.” “Please Daddy, let me cum,” Dakota said. Tim reached into the panties and turned the vibrator on full speed. Dakota felt his muscles all tense and then Tim let go of him and he fell to his side. His body tried to gyrate against the bonds that held him and then Tim pressed the wand into his bulging pull-up. “OHHHH God Fuck!” Dakota screamed as he had the strongest orgasm of his life. He continued bucking wildly, straining while Tim held the wand tight against him and used his other hand on his rear to force him into the wand. “AHHHH,” he yelled as he could feel his sticky seed pumping out into the diaper. Tim switched off the wand and removed it. Dakota laid on the ground occasionally twitching, sucking in air, while sweat ran down him. “You did so good, I’m so proud of you,” Tim said as he started undoing the knots. Dakota was able to rub his sore wrists while Tim wiped his forehead with a towel removing sweat. For several minutes Tim held him and wiped him down while he caught his breath. Tim left him alone to change out of the maid’s dress and change his wet pull-up. Dakota walked out of the dungeon bedroom feeling awkward, embarrassed and wanted to leave. Tim was waiting for him in the kitchen and handed him a bottle of Gatorade. “Do you feel OK?” He asked. “Not really,” Dakota replied. He was wondering if he was gay now. He’d just did something sexual with a man, but he was just barely a man now himself. Then there was the guilt he felt about Alex. She was his girlfriend, and he’d just cheated on her. “I should have never come here,” he said. “Everyone feels this way, it’s called subdrop, the endorphins and hormones are gone and you can’t believe you wanted the things you wanted, you need to replace lost fluids too” Tim explained. Dakota leaned heavily against the counter and drank the gatorade. “You can stay here tonight if you’d like,: Tim said. “What time is it?” Dakota mumbled and pulled his phone out of his pocket. It was 7:30. “I’ve been here for like 3 hours?” “Yeah it’s really easy to lose track of time when you’re head’s all in subspace,” Tim said and started moving towards the door. “I understand, you have my number, if you want to talk, or come back just call,” he said. Page 48 “Thanks, but I can’t do this again, it was a mistake. I’m sorry… I’ve got to go,” Dakota said and headed towards the door. Tim took a step in front of the door and put his hands up defensively. “Get out of my way,” Dakota said. “I will, listen, I know you feel terrible, but keep asking yourself why? You are beautiful and perfect and you didn’t do anything wrong,” Tim said and quickly slid out of the way. Dakota walked past him without a word, slung his backpack into the car and drove off. He had 4 missed calls, two from his Mom and two from Alex. He called his Mom, she was worried, she wanted to know if he was OK, she wanted to know if he needed any help. Dakota lied, said he was fine. His Mother finished the call by telling him he shouldn’t come back to their house for awhile. Dakota agreed. He called Alex and told her everything except for his stop at Tim’s. “Wow, you really had to go change in the Mall?” Alex asked. “Yeah I thought it was going to be really embarrassing, but no one noticed. Then I spent about three hours just walking around the mall looking at clothes,” Dakota lied. “That’s called retail therapy Hun, that means you’re really starting to become a girl,” Alex said. I wish I was as happy about it as you are, Dakota thought.

Page 44 “Hmmpff” Dakota said and put the rag and bottle down. “I don’t need to show you anything,” he said. Not realizing his voice was becoming higher and more girly. “Bad girls get spanked, do you want to be a bad girl,” Tim said, getting quite close to him. His friendly laid back vibe had been replaced by a serious and domineering man that frightened Dakota. His head was spinning, he knew he needed to leave, this was getting out of control, but he’d never felt like this before, he was so incredibly turned on, it was like being drunk, he couldn’t think straight. “No,” he stammered. Tim got even closer just inches away, and said, “No, Sir.” “No, Sir,” Dakota said. And picked the bottle and rag up. “Good girl,” Tim said. He left the room and Dakota began to clean. A few minutes later Tim came back in with a mixed drink and sat down to watch. As Dakota passed him by he reached under his dress and felt his rear. Dakota froze and Tim gave it a playful slap. “Don’t let me stop you babe,” he said. After cleaning the surfaces Tim got up and handed Dakota a broom and dust pan. Dakota was bright red with humiliation, but didn’t dare say no. He began to sweep and after making a dust pile in the middle of the floor began to squat down and sweep it up. “Nu uh,” Tim said, and made a spinning gesture with his fingers. Dakota stood back up and bent over revealing his frilly white panties. “Another important part of BDSM is consent, while I’m technically in charge you can stop this anytime you’d like with a safeword. You’re safeword is donkey, just say donkey and it’s done.” Tim said. Dakota couldn’t quite recollect the series of events that got him in the situation he was currently in, it was like watching a movie or something, nothing felt real to him. He nodded and stood with his eyes down awaiting further instructions. Tim took the dust pan and broom from him and guided him back to the dungeon. With gentle but firm hands he tied Dakota’s hands behind his back. “What are you doing?” Dakota asked in a weak voice. “You are a pathetic maid, and need further training,” Tim said. “When you address me you will address me as Sir or Daddy, do you understand?” “This is stupid, let me go,” Dakota said and pulled against Tim’s grip. The grip became stronger and he was pulled close to Tim and held tight. Page 45 “The only way to end this is the safeword,” he whispered in Dakota’s ear. He nodded and didn’t fight. He was led to an elevated bench and forced on his stomach. Tim tied loops of rope around his ankles and then bent them back and fastened the loops to his wrists. Dakota realized he was unable to move, he was bound and completely at the mercy of someone he just met. His brain was telling him to shout donkey, but he couldn’t do it. “Now my dear you are in quite a predicament. Completely helpless, and I can do whatever I want.” Tim said. Dakota struggled and found himself whimpering, it was a long way down off the narrow bench. “That’s right princess, a fall from up here is going to hurt isn’t it, so you better not struggle. Tim stepped out of Dakota’s view. “Where are you going!” Dakota shouted and then turned his head to follow Tim, he twisted and turned his head the other way then felt himself start to lose balance. Dakota flexed against his bonds in vain and felt himself start to topple off the table but a hand caught him and set him back level again. “Ah, ah, ah, Baby, I told you it’s a long way down,” Dakota saw a red ball and some straps as it was forced into his mouth. He tried to say no but his words came out mumbled. The ball was pulled in tight and strapped down, then other straps went up between his eyes and connected behind his head. “Now that should quiet you down a bit, and save us all alot of drama for your punishment,” Tim said and brandished a black paddle with 8 small holes. Dakota was trying to control his breathing, and keep from losing it, but it wasn’t working, he began trying to shout into the gag, and Tim laughed. With one hand he took a firm grip of the rope binding Dakota’s ankles to his arms and with the other he drew back the paddle.. He took a hard swing at the side of Dakota’s rear. “AHHHHMPH” Dakota shouted into the gag, and then another blow landed, his goodnight partially blocked the blow but most of the stinging pain was coming from his hip. Another blow fell. “Now, how do you address me,” Tim asked. Dakota tried to say fuck you, you fucking asshole, but the gag made it come out as, “fuuupuuufuppahhoo.” “Nope babygirl wrong answer,” a series of blows rained down on both of Dakots cheeks, he was uncontrollably crying now, slobber was running down his face from his nose and mouth. The rational adult part of Dakota’s brain shut off, he was running on instinct now. Long dormant memories from his earliest years were reawakened Being held over his fathers lap and spanked, for spilling chocolate milk on the floor while his whole family watched. “I’m Sorry Daddy,” Dakota began chanting, through the mask and between sobs.

Page 42 “It just takes practice, I have one more room to show you,” Tim said. They walked over to a closed door and Tim showed Dakota inside where he saw his first dungeon. The room was painted black, and had a few black padded pieces of furniture that wouldn’t look completely out of place in a gym. One wall was lit with a magenta neon glass sign of a woman’s ample backside. Another wall was almost entirely a mirror, and another was covered with various straps, ropes, and implements. There was a closet door and shelves were adorned with many phallic looking objects. “Oh wow,” Dakota said. “I know, it’s the best room in the house,” Tim said. “I probably should get going,” Dakota said nervously and turned towards the door where he saw Tim blocking his path. “Why did you really come here?” Tim asked. “To change, I told you,” Dakota said a bit defensively. “You could have changed anywhere, you could have rolled the window down and been dry in no time, are you sure that’s why you called me?” Tim asked. “Yeah, pretty sure,” Dakota said and stepped back defensively. “Hey, relax, you can go” Tim raised his palms and stepped out of the doorway, “But I was wondering, how long have you been on HRT?” he asked. “A few months,” Dakota answered. “Do you realize how beautiful you are, even now pretending to be a boy, you can’t fool me Princess,” Tim said. “Thank you,” Dakota said looking down and found himself playing with his hands. His cheeks began to blush and he felt himself soften a bit inside. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay longer?” Tim asked. “I… I have a girlfriend,” Dakota answered. “So do I. I’m not talking about sex, in fact I don’t even want to see you naked, but I’d love to let you see yourself in something a bit more appropriate,” Tim said. Dakota’s stomach was turning somersaults, his knees were beginning to shake, and he felt stirring in his loins. The thought that this man found him so desirable was making him excited. “Wha… what do you have in mind?” Dakota asked. Page 43 Tim smiled and went to the closet he pulled out a skimpy black dress with ruffles and frilly white apron, some stockings, white stain panties, a garter belt and black heels. “I’m always looking for a maid,” he said. “Umm…: Dakota stammered his cheeks bright red. “Babe, just try it on, check yourself out in the mirror, if you like it call me back in to show me,” Tim said. This was not his first time with a sissy. He knew how to control them. Dakota nodded and took the outfit. Tim left the room and he removed his clothes and sports bra. The satin dress slid over his body and he struggled a bit with the zip but eventually got it up. It had a built in ruffled slip but was still so short that his girls pullup was on display if he made just the slightest wrong move. It took him several minutes to figure out the garter belt and straps. The stocking did incredible things to his legs, he felt electricity running up and down his body. Next he pulled up the white satin rhumba panties, they were baggy and had a lot of elastic. The last step was a ruffled white hair band. Even with his shorter hair and without makeup he could easily pass as a girl. Dakota stumbled around in heels for a few steps and admired himself in the mirror. He smoothed down the skirt continually to hide the panties. He opened the door and saw Tim sitting in a chair reading a magazine. “Damn,” he said after looking Dakota up and down. “How did I get so lucky?” Dakota laughed. The last time he felt this good was when Alex had dressed him up in her sister’s clothes and taken him to McDonalds. He felt perfectly happy being a girl. “OK, now Miss, I could use a little help in the kitchen. Dakota followed him with short slow steps and was handed a bottle of cleaner and a rag. “I’d like all surfaces clean and then you can start on the floor,” he said. Dakota took the bottle and rag and looked at them in confusion, “You want me to clean?” “You're completely new to this aren’t you?” Tim said. “I don’t even know what this is,” Dakota said, holding out the cleaner. “OK, this is BDSM, bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism. Whether you know it or not, you are submissive, or sub, a subby. I am a dominant, or dom. You need validation, you need to feel you are important, and you need someone to control you.” “I do not,” Dakota said. “Why are you here? You could have easily taken care of your accident on your own, but you came to me. You could walk out anytime, but instead you needed to show me how beautiful you are. You can go change and leave anytime you want, but instead you need to show me that you’re a good girl and clean my kitchen,”

page 41 Dakota tried to think of something, a girly name, but after a second he just said “Umm, Dakota.” “So you are ABDL?” Tim asked. “Yeah, I guess, but that’s not why I’m here,” Dakota replied. “So you really had an accident?” Tim asked. “Yeah, I’ve been having problems with it for awhile,” Dakota said. “I’ve met a few other girls who are into diapers, not really my thing, but we usually have other mutual interests,” Tim said. Dakota felt his pulse quicken, he knew what other interests that Tim spoke of, stuff that Dakota was not really that familiar with. “I really appreciate your hospitality, I’ll get going and let you get back to your day,” Dakota said. “Oh nonsense, no need to be in such a rush, let me show you around my house at least,” TIm said. Dakota didn’t want to be rude and agreed. Tim showed him the small kitchen and fenced in backyard with a small pool. “I occasionally have really fun pool parties, it would be great if you could come to one,” Tim said. Dakota imagined what such a pool party would be like. “This is the rumpus room,” Tim said, showing Dakota what the blueprints would label a dining room. The rumpus room had a pool table, a liquor cabinet, and a Terminator 2 pinball machine. “Wow, when I was a kid the bowling alley had this same pinball machine,” Dakota said. Tim flicked a switch behind the cabinet and the machine came to life, “Play a game, no quarters necessary. It took a few minutes for the machine to finish it’s start up sequence and then Dakota hit the player 1 button. “Thanks, this is really cool,” Dakota said and began fired off the ball “So you live alone?” he asked after the sound of an explosion as the ball was fired into the machine and bounced around some bumpers. “Yeah, divorced, best thing I ever did, work keeps me on the road a lot, and it took me a while to realize that traditional family life just wasn’t for me,” Tim said. “Shit,” Dakota said as he lost his 1st ball. “Oh excuse me,” Dakota said. Tim laughed, “No worries, I’m not easily offended.” Dakota went on playing and found he’d lost most of his pinball skills since middle school. “Wow, I suck,” Dakota said.

Thanks for the comment, I totally get where you are coming from. So here's what Dakota was thinking. He still thinks of himself as a he, Dakota is just learning to deal with incontinence and he's completely soaked his shorts and he's over an hour away from home, actually not a big deal, any rational person would just drive home, but he's not thinking rationally right now. One thing to remember about Dakota is his most defining character trait is passivity. He's taking medical lab tech classes because that's what his old best friend (Alex) went into after high school. He's working at the post office because his Dad told him about the job and though working there would be a good career for him. He was dating Amy because she needed him at the time. He has alot of pent up sexuality but lacks to necessary drive to act on it. When he saw that he was in Springdale and remembered someone on Fetlife who was interested in him was in Springdale it seemed like the perfect opportunity to meet someone and get dry in private without having to walk through public with soaking wet shorts.

Dakota thanks you for your concern page 40 “Aww, poor little princess, I’d love to help you. Where are you?” “I’m at the Springdale Shopping Center,” Dakota answered. “OK, I’m only a few minutes away, what kind of car are you driving?” the man asked. “A grey 2005 Camry,” the boy answered. “I’ll be right there.” *** Dakota pulled into a short driveway behind a stylish late model SUV being driven by a man who called himself Tim and went by I_Tie_gurls on Fetlife. Tim was an almost perfect combination of the typical qualities that defied middle aged men. He was of medium height, medium build, dark hair with grey forming at the sides, slight tan, and a soft welcoming smile. He was wearing dress pants and a tucked in polo shirt. He spoke in bright friendly tones, and seemed to hold personal space in little regard. It took Tim about two minutes to vet Dakota at the shopping center parking lot before inviting him back to his house. Dakota fished his backpack out of the back seat of his car. It was one of those draw string packs, just big enough to hold a few items. In it he had a pack of wipes, a few spare Goodnites, and a pair of athletic shorts and a pair of panties. “Come on in and I’ll show you the bathroom,” Tim said and opened up his garage door. It was a small, but nice ranch style house in a subdivision. Dakota followed Tim through a typical overstuffed suburban garage and into a house where it was immediately obvious a woman was not in charge of the decoration. A Dire Straights poster was in the family room, a small wet bar on top of a cabinet, and a collection of neon beer signs. It wasn’t clean, but not really messy either, perhaps lived in would be the best way to describe it. Tim showed him the bathroom and Dakota took off his wet shorts and peeled off the Goodnite, it was wet but not really soaked. The pullups didn’t really hold up to full on floods and barely worked at all if you were setting. He tied it into a ball and dropped in the trash. He sat down on the toilet and pee’d it drizzled out in starts and stops for a few seconds. After cleaning up and putting on a new pull up and shorts he went back out to the living room. Tim offered him a bottle of beer. “Oh, sorry I don’t drink,” Dakota said. “That’s a shame,” Tim said and put it back on the cabinet. “So Princess, what should I call you?”

I need a hug, my poor hand hurts LOL. Page 38 Dakota’s Local Wal-Mart circa 2003 “I’m going to look at toys,” the 12 year old boy said to his parents who nodded their heads. The boy took a direct route back to the toy section and passed through it quickly then made a bee line to the baby department. He looked both ways and entered the diaper aisle. Just being in the aisle did things to his brain, he felt an excitement and euphoric rush looking at the bright colors and cute packaging. He looked again and saw no one around so he shuffled around some packs of Pampers and saw the one he hid back there last week, an opened pack Pampers Baby Dry size six. Dakota knew stealing was wrong, and didn’t enjoy stealing, but since the pack was opened and no one would buy it he figured it wouldn’t hurt for him to take one or two. He slid the diapers down the front of his pants. Next he quickly made his way to the Health and Beauty department and again looking both ways walked back to the adult diapers which were conveniently located in a dimly lit rear corner. Adult diapers were a recent discovery for Dakota. He could use some extra tape to get the Pampers to stay on, but they looked ridiculous and he really couldn’t use them. The Depends adult diapers didn’t exactly look like a diaper, but they fit and worked so he had been snatching one of them as well. When they arrived home Dakota went to his room and closed the door. He got out the cardboard box from his closet where he kept his stash. Just before he was about to pull his ill begotten diapers out of his pants the door opened and his Mom entered the room and closed the door behind her. “What did you steal?” she said. “Nothing,” Dakota stammered. “You’ve got a bulge in your pants, show me now, or do I need to call your father,” she said. Dakota pulled the diapers out of his underwear. His mother snatched them from him and looked at him. “What the hell is this, you're stealing diapers?” “I found them, they were just laying on the floor,” Dakota said. She noticed the cardboard box on the floor and looked inside, there was a pacifier, a bottle, and a couple of baby diapers inside. She just kind of stood there dumbfounded for a moment then realized she was holding an adult diaper. “You wear these don’t you,” she asked. “No,” Dakota said. His mother slapped him across the face, “Don’t lie to me,” she said not loud. “I just like them, I don’t know why, I just do,” Dakota said with tears. Page 39 “She handed them back to him. If you ever get caught stealing again, I will tell your father and you know what he will do. I don’t ever want to see these again.” she said. “I can keep them?” Dakota asked. “Just don’t get caught, don’t be stupid, OK.” * * * Dakota walked back to his car shell shocked, he had expected fireworks, but he hadn’t expected his parents to virtually disown him. He sat down in his car and began driving, he didn’t even know where. He needed to pee, and he knew that mean he had a very short amount of time but he didn’t stop. A few minutes later the need was overwhelming and he didn’t try to fight it. The Goodnite wasn’t up to the task, and he soaked his shorts and his car seat. Dakota pulled off the road into a strip mall and began to cry. His thoughts grew dark, “Maybe I just need to get out of this,” he said to his dashboard. He had thought about suicide before, but not really thought about it. He began to actually consider it, getting past the why and getting stuck in the how. Dakota slammed his head into his steering wheel and found it hurt much more than he expected it too. While he was rubbing his head he noticed the name of the strip mall, Springdale shopping center. He pulled out his phone and looked back through his fetlife messages and found what he was looking for. From: I_Tie_gurls 52M Dom Hey there lil princess, I love your pics. I’m in your area and always looking for new gurls that are looking for some bondage fun. I’m not really into ABDL but I’ve played with some gurls who are and don’t mind accommodating you. Here’s my number call anytime 312-555-7171. I_tie_gurls just happened to live in Springdale. Dakota entered the number and was surprised when the phone was answered. “Umm… you gave me your number on fetlife recently,” he said. “Oh, hello, are you Wet_Lil_Princess?” the man asked. Dakota could tell a distinct change in his voice, it became lighter and more relaxed. “Yeah, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m in the area and I have a slight problem,” Dakota said. “Oh, what’s that?” “I’ve had an accident and I need a place to change, and I was wondering if you could help me out,” Dakota said.

i have recently broken my hand.... Writing is going to impossible for a few weeks, but I have many pages written. very slow to type with one hand. page 37 no clutter. It was a comfortable middle class home, a shrine to normality that Dakota was about to break. “Have you been running more, you’re looking kind of thin?” His Mom asked and gave him a glass of lemonade. “Thanks, yeah I’ve been running alot, look I wanted to talk to you guys about something.” “Sure what’s up,” his Dad said. Dakota took a deep breath and then dumped out his words, “I’ve always felt like I was a boy trapped in a girls… no a body trapped in a girl… no I’ve always felt I was born in the wrong body, like I should have been a girl. You know, like so I did some online research and I bought some medicine from an online pharmacy and I’m taking some drugs, Spiral and Estradiol, and Progesterone and when I’m finished transitioning I’m going to become a woman.” There was a long silence and his Dad started laughing. Both Dakota and his Mom looked at him in surprise. “Oh man Dakota, you had me going there.” “He’s not kidding Frank,” his Mom said. “Not kidding?” his Dad said. Dakota slowly shook his head and his Dad looked him over as if he hadn’t even noticed him yet. His expression turned dark and he got up and walked out of the room. “Dad…” Dakota said and stood but his Mom stopped him. “Just wait here,” she said and followed Frank. Dakota sat back down on the couch and fought back tears. Five minutes later he had decided to leave when his Mom came back. “It’s best he left,” she said. “What are you doing son? I could tell the moment you walked in here. If I just saw you somewhere…” “If you just saw me somewhere what?” Dakota asked. “I don’t think I could tell if you were a man or a woman, I’d think you were some kind of freak,” she said. “That’s exactly what I am,” Dakota said and began to tear up. “Then stop, stop taking whatever you’re taking, you don’t have to be a freak,” she said. “I’ve always been a freak, we all know it, I can’t stop,” Dakota said. “This is my fault, I should have done something,” she said.

page 36 *** “Please just one more time,” Dakota said. “OK, “You’ve always felt like your body didn’t match the gender you are inside. You did online research for years, and three months ago you ordered three drugs from an international online pharmacy, Spironolactone, Estradiol Valerate, and Progesterone.” Dakota repeated the monologue into the phone. “Good, you’re going to be fine,” Alex said. “I wish you were with me,” Dakota said. “I offered to come, but you didn’t want me too.” “I know, I’m stupid, OK, almost there, wish me luck,” “Good luck, and remember they’re your parents, they are required to love you,” Alex said. “Thanks,” Dakota put down his phone and watched his hometown come into view. *** Dakota’s Mom eyed her son curiously as he stood in the door, “Come on in,” she said. Dakota was wearing his now signature baggy athletic shorts, and hoodie even though it was 84 degrees. His father came in from the back with some dirt smudged on his work pants and invited everyone to the family room. “Hey there, going to have some good tomatoes this year,” his Dad said. “Your father’s been working in the garden. Can I get you a drink?” Dakota’s Mom asked. His Dad brushed off his pants and sat down in the recliner. “So how’s the ol’ post office going?” his Dad asked. “Same ol, same ol.” “Have they offered you full time yet, the benefits are really good.” “Not yet Dad.” Dakota looked around the familiar room, family portraits of him and his brother, photos of relatives, art prints of barns, old trucks, and bird dogs. And clean, so clean, no dust,

page 35 “You’re right it’s none of your business,” Dakota said. “OK, sorry,” Hank said and began to walk to his truck. “Hey, wait,” Dakota said and Hank turned around. “Yeah, I’m changing.” “What’s going on?” Hank said. “What does it look like,” Dakota said and lifted his baggy shirt to reveal the sports bra that just happened to perfectly match the accent color on his tights. “Yeah, but why?” Hank asked. Dakota decided to take his new truth for a test drive, “I’ve always felt like my gender didn’t match, you know, like I was in the wrong body. I did online research, and six months ago I started taking three drugs from an international online pharmacy, Spiral-lactate, Estradiall Valium, and Progressterone.” Hank looked wide eyed for a moment and then doubled over laughing. “What?” Dakota said. “You do realize I’m a pharmacist right?” Hank asked. “I guess I didn’t pronounce those right?” “Umm, no, and that wasn’t a very believable story. Look I don’t know what you’re up to, but if you trans-whatever that’s your business, but your running has gone to shit.” “Yeah, I know I’m hoping it improves once I stop changing,” “Yeah, this is so weird. Look if you really are buying hormones online you’re taking some big risks. It’s stupid as hell.” Hank said. “I have a friend helping me, she runs bloodwork so I keep leveled off.” Dakota replied. “I’m glad you’re doing what you feel like you need to do, but I hope you’re not making a mistake,” Hank said. “Just be careful.” Dakota felt a tear come to his eye, and wanted to hug his friend. After an awkward moment Hank stuck out his hand, “Sorry, I’ve never been big on hugs.”

You have made my day! Being mentioned in the same sentence as Sophie and Pudding is high praise. I know my writing is full of mistakes, I wish I was better at catching them. I go back and read each page before posting it, but often I read the mistakes as what I intend in my mind as I typed. We've seen Alex has a dominate side, but how far does it go?

Page 33 Dakota made a split decision and pulled his athletic shorts down and the panties he was wearing revealing the cute Goodnite for girls with butterflies printed all over it. “The accidents have kept happening, I’m wearing these all the time now.” Dakota said. “Those are for kids aren’t they?” Alex asked. “Yeah, but they fit me well enough, they’re super thin, and work really well, plus I think they are cute.” “So you needed some… better protection?” Alex said and pointed at the boxes. “Umm.. Yeah, these are leaking at night, and if I don’t go pee every hour I’ll have bad leaks.” “You should really go get checked out, there is something wrong, I don't’ see how hormones would cause incontinence,” Alex said. Dakota teetered for a moment, about to explain to her the entire truth, his sissy fetish, his diaper fetish, how he had wished to become incontinent for years, but the risk of losing Alex was too great. “Yeah, you’re right, but it's the same problem, I don’t have the money." “Well it’s going to be pretty expensive buying diapers for the rest of your life is’t it?” “Yeah… but what else can I do right now?” Dakota said. “I don’t know… I’m sorry, maybe once you stop changing you’ll have more control?” Dakota just shrugged, “Thank you for all your doing for me.” “We’re friends, and I’m happy to help, plus you make a really cute girl,” Alex said. Dakota had a sudden realization, “You’re a lesbian aren’t you?” “No shit Sherlock, it took you this long to figure it out?” “We haven’t really talked in over a year, and I just assumed you weren’t interested in dating during high school,” Dakota said. “I would have dated you, maybe… I thought you had potential,” Alex replied. “Are we dating now?” Dakota asked. “Nope, just friends,” Alex said and stepped closer to him. Dakota got nervous and took a step back. “Would you like to be dating?” Alex said while stepping forward. Page 34 “Umm… I’m not a gir….” Dakota’s words were cut off when Alex kissed him, she sucked in a mouthful of his air and took hold of him. He felt his knees go weak, and struggled to breath. Alex released him and he caught his breath, “Are you sure you’re not a girl?” she asked. “I don’t know what I am,” Dakota said. “You are my girlfriend,” She said and kissed him again. Dakota felt a twinging in his pants, he was growing hard. Their lips locked and time stood still, it could have been 5 minutes of 5 hours. Dakota’s hands worked their way to Alex’s breasts and he felt her inhale. Her hands worked their way to his small breasts and he melted into her. Eventually Dakota came up for air. He wanted whatever she would give him, but she smiled and let go of him. “Do you want to stay?” Dakota asked. “I have to work soon, I’ll call you tomorrow,” Alex said. “I’m going to talk to my parents tomorrow,” Dakota said. “I’m proud of you! We’ll talk tomorrow,” Alex said. Sunday June 2nd 2013 Dakota took a deep breath and got out of his car, he was wearing some of his new workout gear, ladies capri tights, a tight sports bra, and a very loose running top. It wasn’t so much that he wanted to dress feminine, but it was a cool morning and his legs were smooth. Plus he’d started thinking it would just very slowly begin adding girly things to his life, like the hands moving on a clock he would change but people wouldn’t notice, at least that’s what he thought. As he walked toward the gathered group of runners at the trail head, people waved and smiled and then did a double take, it wasn’t so much the women’s tights with their aqua blue side panels, though that didn’t help, he just looked different. “The Jazzercise class meets on Tuesdays,” Hank said to a round of chuckles. “I decided if I was going to run with the girls I’d dress like one,” Dakota said to more chuckles. When the run started he didn’t even try to keep up and stayed with the slower group. There were more opportunities for conversation, though not much more. Unlike last week Dakota had a good time, and didn’t get sick. Just like last week Hank hung around after the run and when they were alone he became serious. “Do you have boobs?” He asked. Dakota looked at him dumbfounded for a moment and Hank continued, “Look it’s none of my business, but we’ve been running together for awhile now and it’s obvious you’re changing.”

Page 31 “Boring,” “OK, here’s a nice floral top with a wide gathered neck and poofy short sleeves.,” Alex pushed the blouse up against Dakota, he kind of glanced around the store. “Relax, no one cares.” “I like it,” Dakota said. “Yeah, see the elastic and how it flares out. One of the issues is that you’re still kind of rectangular, so you need clothes that kind of fix that, give you a waist.” “Wow, where’d you learn all this?” Dakota asked. “It’s like girl 101, while you were playing Goldeneye we were reading fashion magazines.” Alex agreed that Dakota would feel more comfortable shopping in boy mode, though she tried to talk him into wearing Dawn’s clothes and some makeup. Instead Dakota was wearing a pair of plain athletic shorts, and a T-shirt he’d got from a 5K last summer, after consideration he’d opted for his bra, his boobs needed it and it kind of helped with the tenderness and swelling. It was too warm for his hoodie and he was very self conscious. The truth was he looked androgynous now, his hair and skin screamed girl, his face and body shape were more boy, but Alex was certain his body was changing in ways that seemed extreme for hormones. Dakota went to another row and kept looking, and his eyes went wide, he lifted up a shirt with Disney Princesses arranged in a heart, underneath it said, “Follow Your Dreams.” “You like that?” Alex asked. “It’s cute, and girly right?” Dakota said. He tossed it in his basket. “This is the Juniors section, but yeah it’s very girly,” Alex laughed. Dakota took his basket to the checkout, he had two tops, a pair of jeans and a pair of shorts. He wanted more but money was an issue. Alex bought a single plain top, and then the woman at the register rang up Dakota. “Aww, this is so cute, what a great deal,” she said holding up the Disney shirt. “OK Mam, that will be $58.64.” the cashier said. Dakota felt his cheeks grow warm and scanned his credit card, “Thanks,” he said in a soft girly voice as he took the bag. “First time mam’d?” Alex asked as they sat in his car. “Yeah, do I really look like a girl?” “Well, the way you’re dressed you could kind of go either way. So if you bought boys clothes she probably would have said sir,” Alex explained. Page 32 Dakota stared out the windshield for several seconds, “I’m going to go tell my parents tomorrow,” he said quietly. “That’s a good idea, do you want me to go with you?” she asked. “No, I think it will be best alone.” “OK, we need to make another shopping stop, and this one will be on me,” Alex said and directed Dakota to the Goodwill. Dakota went straight to the restroom, which was fortunately lockable from the inside and pulled down his athletic shorts and panties. His Goodnite had one little wet spot, he’d had a small accident at Ross, but his strategy of not drinking much and using the bathroom frequently was more or less working. He used the urinal and went back to shopping. Dakota was able to pick out alot more clothes with Goodwill’s prices, a couple dresses, some workout clothes, and even a lacey top with long bell sleeves. He tried stuff on in the fitting rooms since the ones at Goodwill didn’t have an attendant. He quickly realized that to everyone in the store he was seen as a girl and he just went with it, even using the soft and higher girl voice he was working on. They left the store with a big bag of clothes and headed back to Dakota’s apartment. “Thank you so much for today,” Dakota said as they walked up to his door. “No problem, hey looks like you’ve got some packages,” Alex said. Two big boxes with green lettering that said Medium, 3 packs of 12 were sitting in front of his door. Alex had spent some time drawing blood in long term care facilities and knew exactly what was in those boxes. Dakota went rigid, and stammered out a few un-intelligible words. “Dakota, are you all right.” “Yeah, umm, what are these boxes,” he said. Alex saw that handles on either side of the box were pushed in allowing the shiny plastic of the diaper packages on the inside to show. “These are cases of adult diapers, and according to the shipping label they are for you,” Alex said matter of factly. “Umm, yeah,” Dakota quickly opened the door and pulled the cases inside. “Look Dakota this is totally your personal business but if you want to talk about it I’m here,” Alex said.

Yep, and that part of the story is very close to autobiographical. Page 29 is what you want, this is the real you.” Dakota took a moment and posed, turned sideways and admired his ass. “I am pretty hot… This isn’t me though, this is just me when I’m horny,” he said back to the mirror. “You’re always horny, you’re pathetic, a failure as a man. Look at your tiny little dick, no wonder Amy had to find someone else to please her, but that’s all behind you. Now you can get what you really want!” Dakota said in his feminine voice. “Oh God, I’m losing it,” Dakota stepped into the shower. After cleaning up he decided to forgo diapers, or any form of protection for the day and focus on holding his bladder. He put on his bra, panties, some running shorts and his running shirt and went for a jog. Thirty minutes into his run he had to go hide behind some bushes and pee. As he returned home the driver of a passing truck whistled at him. After his run Dakota checked Fetlife and found he had several new messages, most of them junk, but he had a reply from DaddyDomSteve. From: DaddyDomSteve 38M Dom Glad you like the nursery, we’ve been working very hard on it for years. My wife and I enjoy taking care of ABDLs but love to take care of cuties like you. ABDL sitting is a side hustle for us, why not get paid to do something we enjoy, but if you ever wanted to come visit us there would be no charge. How’s it all going? We’ve been in this lifestyle for awhile so let me know if you have any questions, or just want to talk. Dakota didn’t hesitate and wrote a message. From: Lil_Wet_Princess 21MtF babygirl Wow, that is very kind of you. The honest answer is that it’s not going that well. My girlfriend left me, and for some reason I’m having accidents. I mean like actual accidents. I wet myself at a friend's house the other day and I actually wet the bed last night. I’m kind of freaking out about it. I can’t really afford good diapers and the cheap pull-ups I wear barely work. Dakota was surprised to see that DaddyDomSteve was typing a reply. DaddyDomSteve 38M Dom Oh wow, you’re really having accidents? I mean lots of ABDLs have “accidents” but not very many have real accidents. Either way you need to get some better diapers. Amazon wishlist is the way to go, I don’t think you’ll have any problem, and you can also put some cute stuff on there too. Make the list and share it on your profile with a message that you’ll be modeling and sending special thank you’s to anyone who gifts you. Page 30 My wife and our babygirl are both incontinent, my wife is incontinent from a health issue and our babygirl has been in diapers so long that she can’t go without them so we have lots of experience. I’m going to give you a tip. Put a case of Abena M4s in the amazon wishlist and I’ll send them too you. Go to Wal-Mart and buy a case of baby diapers, Wal-Mart brand or Luvs if you want to spend a little more. Its way easier to change out the stuffer and you can easily carry several in your bag. You can easily wear a single Abena all day as long as you change out the baby diaper after a few wettings. Hope you’re thinking about my offer to come visit. Dakota immediately wrote back. From: Lil_Wet_Princess 21MtF babygirl That is so nice of you, I can’t take that kind of charity from people though, but thanks for the tip, that sounds like a great idea. Not sure how I’m going to wear an Abena with a stuffer out in public though. DaddyDomSteve 38M Dom Trust me, you’ll be fine as long as you pick the right outfit. Jeans will hide it just fine, overalls or shortalls, dresses, skirts. Just don’t wear thin tight pants without covering them up and you’re all aces. Also it’s not charity, it’s all about the community. ABDLs help each other out. Anyway you’re working for these gifts. You’re going to be modeling your cute little ass in those diapers.so don’t feel bad. From: Lil_Wet_Princess 21MtF babygirl *blushes. I don’t know how cute my little ass is but I’ll take your word for it, I’ll make the wishlist. June 1st 2013 “Really, that top?” Alex asked. Dakota held up a lacey white blouse with long draping bell sleeves. “It’s pretty?” Dakota asked. “Honey, this is Ross Dress for Less, you’re buying clothes to wear, not to be Stevie Nicks’ backup singer.” “I love Stevie Nicks!” Dakota said. “Yes, every girl does, now put it back, here look at this practical hardworking lady shirt,” Alex said and held up an off white shirt with black buttons on the shoulders

page 28 “That’s enough,” Dakota’s Mom yelled while his brother laughed. Dakota fought back tears and pushed his brother out of the way on his way to the utility room. It happened again the next morning, and every morning the rest of the week. Eventually Dakota’s Dad found out and was upset as the mattress was now ruined. There was one sin in the Taylor household that stood above all other transgressions and that was causing money to be spent. Dakota stood in the hallway and eavesdropped as his parents discussed what to do. “The boy is just lazy, he doesn’t want to get up and pee so he pisses himself,” his Dad said. “I read some articles about it, and it doesn’t work like that, he has no idea it’s even happened until he wakes up,” his Mom replied. “Well that's fine but we’ve got to buy him another mattress now,” his Dad said. “Yeah, we’ll get a waterproof cover for it, they also make these pull on diapers for bedwetters so he wouldn’t soak his sheets and pajamas every night,” his Mom said. “We’ll buy the protector but I’m certainly not spending money on diapers for a seven year old, if he can’t learn to hold it or get up and go to the bathroom then he can wake up in his own piss every morning,” his Dad said. Dakota snuck back to his room and cried. That night his father replaced the dark yellow stained mattress and made a big deal about zipping it up in a protector, and then a bigger deal about placing a crinkly plastic sheet over that. “Now every time you get in your bed, or move around this sound will remind you that you have to get out of bed and go pee at night.” Fortunately the bedwetting stopped a few weeks later. Thursday May 30th 2013 Dakota was cold and pulled his blankets tight around him, but only felt colder and wetter. He sat up and bed and realized he was soaked. “What the hell,” he said as reached down and felt the bedwetter pull up he was wearing. It was wet but so was his sheets and nightgown. Dakota felt a wave of shame wash over him.. He had slept on his stomach and it had apparently just ran right out of the top of the too small child’s sized pull-up. Dakota felt like he was 7 years old again. It quickly balled up the sheets and his nightgown and padded to his washing and dropped them in. Then he tore off the wet Goodnite and tossed it. He felt a tear in his eye and walked to the bathroom, “I’m so fucking tired of crying all the time.” He shouted into the mirror. “Then why are you?” The voice that spoke was Dakota, but higher, softer with a melody that would be easily mistaken for a female voice. “Look at this, look at these tits, these are real, this

Page 27 Dakota forced himself out of his recliner and walked to his bedroom. He pulled his ruffled nightly up and looked at the dry goodnite he was wearing. Since his accident last Friday night he’d been wearing some kind of protection 24/7 but generally not using them. At the time he had bigger problems on his mind then accidentally wetting himself, but since then he’d been a bit more concerned. He was almost certain that he was peeing more often than normal. Even more concerning was the fact that his genitals were smaller. Alex had laid out the facts to him, he would have a harder time getting an erection, his balls would get smaller, and he would have smaller loads when he ejaculated, but she didn’t think it would have any effect on his bladder. She had chalked up his accident to stress. Despite being so tired, sleep didn’t come easily for Dakota. His mind was glowing with possibilities, DaddyDomSteve’s family was so interesting. It was like something he’d only dreamed, but eventually sleep shut his mind down. Dakota’s Family Home circa 1999 Dakota opened his eyes and felt panic. He’d done it again, he’d wet the bed. He was seven years old, and seven year olds weren’t supposed to wet the bed.. He rolled the sheets up and silently padded out of his room. His Mom was cooking breakfast and his Dad had thankfully already gone to work. Before he could get into the utility room his Mom saw him standing in the hallway in soaked and yellow stained tighty whities with a wad of sheets in his hand. “Oh Dakota, not again?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Dakota said. “You snuck a soda before bed didn’t you?” his Mom asked. “No… I,” Dakota’s mom quickly dashed back into the kitchen “I’ve got to finish cooking breakfast, throw those in the washing machine,” she said. “Did you wet the bed again?” Dakota’s little brother asked as he came down the hallway from his room. “Shut up!” Dakota said. “Mom, why does Dakota wet his bed even though he’s older than me?” “It’s not your brother's fault, it just happens,” his Mom answered. “You could get him some diapers,” he said.

Page 25 “Like clothes?” “Girl clothes you bimbo,” Alex laughed and Dakota considered his stash hidden away in the plastic tote. He tossed the clothes Amy left and the only feminine items he owned were a couple onesies, his ruffled nightgown, his bra and panty collection, and of course diapers. He shook his head no. “OK, we’re going to need to do some shopping, I've got a sold 20 years of being a girl you can draw upon.” “Do you realize you’re giddy,” Dakota said. “I’m just so happy to help my new girlfriend. When are you going to tell your parents?” Alex asked. “I don’t know, next weekend I guess, Sunday maybe, but I’m not going dressed up,” Dakota said. “Ahh, but you look so cute! Do you want me to come with you?” Alex asked. “No, I think it would be better if it was just me,” Dakota said. “Oh by the way, you should get a supply of those drugs I told you about, just to make your story better, that is you don’t already have them.” “You don’t believe me do you?” Dakota asked. “I told you it doesn’t matter, now lets talk about cute guys and cute clothes,” Alex said in a bubbly accent and then pointed her finger at her skull and pretended to pull the trigger. Page 26 Chapter 5 Wednesday May 29th 2013 Dakota had officially become a MtF Babygirl on Fetlife. A few horrible cell phone pictures of his budding little breasts and cute diapers had earned him hundreds of likes and dozens of messages. He changed his location from Antarctica to a nearby city and had many messages from people who wanted to meet up. Dakota checked his watch, it was 1AM but his finals were all done and he didn’t have to get up in the morning. He went to the kitchen for another can of diet coke and then settled into his recliner for another session of scrolling and reading messages. After a few minutes his eyes were starting to sag, but he only had a couple more new messages to check. From: xxBig_Stick74xx 30M Dom Hey sweetie, check out my pics, want to take a ride on my big stick? “Hmm, better reply,” Dakota said with a chuckle. From: Lil_Wet_Princess 21MtF babygirl Wow, 400 photos of your dick and every single one at a slightly different angle. I’m impressed. Dakota was not, he checked his last message before going to bed for the night. From: DaddyDomSteve 38M Dom Hey there Princess, love your pics. It looks like you’re just coming onto the scene. My wife and our babygirl are always on the lookout to welcome new cuties. We live together in a 24/7 dynamic. We’re not too far from you so if you’d ever like to come spend some time in our nursery we’d love to meet you. Dakota read the message again and then started looking through DaddyDomSteve’s pics, there were a few hundred. Most of the pictures were of his Nursery. It was a very cute, adult sized crib, adult sized changing table, and a closet full of cute ABDL and sissy clothes. Multiple stashes of adult diapers. Huge Disney princess stickers on the walls, everything was soft, pastel, ruffled and girly. It was like a sissy wonderland. There were also several pics of a girl in wet diapers, and occasionally other people caring for her but never her face. None of the pics had faces. From: Lil_Wet_Princess 21MtF babygirl Hey there, thanks for the message. Your nursery looks so cute, it’s amazing. So you and your wife like to take care of ABDLs? Thank you so much for the invitation. I will think about it.

My experience with Tunnel Plug. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B016VZ7IOS/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o03_s01?ie=UTF8&psc=1 This is the one I bought, it's way bigger than anything I've ever inserted. I couldn't get in the first few times I tried, and once ended up with a huge mess trying to get it in. Eventually I just worked in as far as I could get it closed my eyes and sat on it hard. I yelled and it popped in place. I had pooped that morning and figured I'd be fine, but I diapered up anyway. For the first several minutes I felt a strong need to push it out, relaxing makes it worse. Bearing down on it helped. Sometimes I would forget it was there though. I farted without any control, it was such a weird sensation, like I could feel the air move down and just pass right out with a slight noise. Eventually the farts stopped. In a couple hours I began smelling poop. I had no idea but I had been very slowly filling my diaper. It wasn't a huge mess though. I took off the diaper and yanked out the plug and... big mess, all over the place. Next I tried an enema before the plug then the tunnel stays open which makes the overall feeling much more comfortable. Next I plugged the hole with a small butt plug. It's possible to sit on the toliet and poop, though you have no control, it just very slowly oozes out the tube. With the plug in it's even more invasive feeling and gets uncomfortable though. It's interesting though and a very exciting experience it wear it and go about your day knowing your slowly loading your diaper and can't stop it.

LOL, I'm fully committed to this one page at a time thing, even if it does cut a sentence in half. I'm super glad you're enjoying it. Page 24 but a group of older teens were hanging out. Alex had to threaten Dakota to come in with her, but agreed to do the talking. Dakota was doing his best to look as female and inconspicuous as possible, he was holding his hands in front of him, keeping his shoulder dropped and trying to look at his feet as much as possible. One of the old coffee drinkers got behind him and he instinctively turned around, the old man grinned a big toothy smile and nodded. Dakota quickly turned back and took his ice cream from the guy behind the counter. “It was rude not to say thank you,” Alex said as they made their way to an isolated corner table. “It was rude to bring me here,” Dakota whispered. “Actually it really wasn’t, I would think you would realize how much I’m doing for you. Stop biting your fingernails,” Alex said as she dug into her McFlurry. Dakota yanked his finger out of his mouth. “Sorry, yeah, its just, this isn’t that big of a town, what if someone comes in?” “If your own parents came in, they wouldn’t notice you. But you’ve got to tell them, and I would say sooner than later.” “What do I say? I can’t tell them the truth, and if I just said that this was happening to me and I didn’t do it or ask for it, they’d have me in the hospital in an hour,” Dakota said. “Let's establish a new truth, you need to get a good consistent story. I did a little research and you’re going through a typical male to female transition, just faster than normal.” Alex put her spoon down and drew in close to Dakota. “You’ve always felt like your body didn’t match the gender you are inside. You did online research for years, and six months ago you ordered three drugs from an international online pharmacy, Spironolactone, Estradiol Valerate, and Progesterone. I noticed you were changing and have been helping you monitor your hormone levels and adjust dosages properly. In the future when you feel you could easily pass you are going to begin presenting as female.” “Jesus, OK… OK, that's the story. Can you write those drugs down for me?” Dakota asked. “Yes, by the way, do you have anything to wear?” Alex asked.

Page 23 “Is it that noticeable?” Dakota asked. “Yes, in the kitchen Leslie asked me if I knew what was up with you, she actually asked me if you were transitioning,” Alex said. Dakota looked down at his wet pants and asked, “would my hormones cause this?” “I don’t know, maybe, I’m not a doctor, it’s not that big of a deal, I’ve pee’d myself before, its alot easier for girls than boys.” “Great, would you give me some privacy then?” Dakota asked and Alex left him. A few minutes later he invited Alex back in. She did a double take, the baggy jeans and T-shirt had been hiding the new curves in Dakota’s figure. The boy was standing in front of her in a pair of jean shorts that lengthened his legs and a ribbed spaghetti strap top that hugged his small bosom. His hair was still a little short, but he had a trim waist, a tight little ass and milky soft skin with almost no body hair. Alex felt her mouth drop. “Well?” Dakota said. “Damn girl,” Alex said. “This is so stupid, I look like a freak,” Dakota said turned around. Alex took a moment to appreciate his backside before hugging him, “Dakota you look like a girl.” Dakota couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and melted into Alex’s embrace. “I’m so glad we’re friends again,” he said. “Lets talk over ice cream,” Alex said. “Awesome, what kind do you have?” “I don’t have any ice cream, but McDonalds does,” Alex said with a huge grin. “No!, No way, I can’t do that.” Alex ignored him and began combing his hair. “Lets see, I’ve got an adorable hairband, a little mascara, tiny bit of eye shadow, oh and these cool fashion glasses. This is going to be so fun!” “Absolutely not!” Dakota said, putting his foot down. *** Dakota stood behind Alex at the counter and glanced up at the clock, it was a bit past midnight and the restaurant was mostly dead, a few old guys were drinking coffee, but a group of older

Page 22 “I don’t… I don’t see how,” Dakota stammered. “Well its going to be harder and harder to keep it hidden, people that don’t know you will probably assume you’re transgender, but you could get a buzz cut.” “I’m not getting a buzz cut,” Dakota said then he felt it, a sharp pain in his groin. His face contorted with surprise and just stood up so quickly the chair fell over. “Dakota whats wrong,” Alex yelled as the boy made a mad dash towards the bathroom and slammed the door. After a few minutes Alex went to the closed bathroom door, she could hear crying. “Whats wrong Dakota open the door?” “Do you have a hair dryer?” She heard Dakota meekly say. “I don’t know, somewhere in there?” Alex answered. “Where is it?” Dakota asked, but Alex had already had enough of being locked out of her own bathroom. She went to her utility drawer and got a tiny little screwdriver and unlocked the door. She saw Dakota sitting on the bathroom floor, trying to use his hoodie to dry his soaking wet jeans. “Why did you come in here?” “Because this is my bathroom and I was worried about you.” “Well as you can plainly see I’ve peed my pants,” Dakota said trying not to cry. “Yeah, honey, let me get you some clothes to wear, Alex said. “No, I’m sorry, I’ll just put a towel in my seat and go home,” Dakota said. Alex knew that Dakota’s idea was the smart and normal thing to do, but she wasn’t feeling normal, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. “That’s silly, just take those wet pants off, I’ll be right back.” “Alex wait,” Dakota yelled but she darted out of the bathroom. A few minutes later she was back. “OK, so I don’t really have anything that will fit but Dawn left some clothes here and I think you’re about the same size.” Alex said as she sat a couple folded items on the vanity. “You seriously want me to wear your sister’s clothes?” Dakota asked. “What do you think you’re going to do? You won’t go to the doctor, and you say you asked for this. If you can’t simply wear girls' clothes then you better go figure out why the hell you’re starting to look more like a girl than a boy.”

Thank You so much for the compliments and Loves! It means alot. Page 21 “Yeah, and your voice and mannerisms are spot on,” Nick replied. Dakota blushed, he hadn’t realized just how much into character he was getting. “I’ll see you guys next week,” Nick said as he made his way out. Leslie and Doug left a few minutes later. “So how have you been,” Alex asked. “Fine,” “We both know that's a lie,” Alex replied. “OK, so my girlfriend was cheating on me with a professional wrestler, I’m growing tits, and college bros at school are starting to make fun of me, or come on to me, I’m not sure.” “Wow, Brad’s a professional wrestler?” Alex asked. “Yeah, I mean like calling him professional is a stretch, but… How did you know his name was Brad?” “Dawn saw them at the club the other night, what happened with the college bros?” Dakota explained the situation in the library earlier. “That’s something girls just have to deal with, especially when they are alone.” “I'm not a girl.” Dakota said. “For how much longer though, you could easily pass right now with just a little mascara, hell your face is prettier than it usually is....” Alex said and stopped herself. “My face is prettier than it usually is?” Dakota laughed. Did Alex think he was pretty, they’d been friends since grade school, but always platonic. “Yeah, look there are some things you need to know, a girl alone is a target. Especially a young, pretty one. You’re just trying to study but neanderthal guys will assume that you need company,” Alex explained. Dakota squirmed in his chair, he’d needed to pee for a bit, but it wasn’t bad, and his mind was more worried about his long term problems. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do?” “Nope, hasn’t been on my mind at all,” Dakota replied. “Ha ha, seriously, have you called to make an appointment yet?” “No… I don’t think I’m going to.” “So are you going to come out then, tell everyone you’re a girl?”