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I drive out to the zoo, turning on the radio, and finding that it's tuned to children's music, and currently "The Wheels on the Bus" is playing. I can't help but laugh. "Ahhh, the classics! Do you know the words Baby? can you sing for Mommy?" I ask, a little bit teasingly. The channel seems to be a never ending medley of disney songs, and nursery songs. We hear "A Whole New World", The Ittsy-Bittsy Spider", "Let It Go", "Old MacDonald", "Baby Shark", and "Everybody Wants to be a Cat" amongst others as we travel. After a while we reach the zoo, and I get you out, asking, "You wanna walk, or carry?" I bring you to the front gate, and pay for myself, since you're young enough to get in for free with an adult. "What animals do you want to see?" I ask, "And which one do you want to see the most?"

I slowly calm down again, feeling exhausted from crying so much, and everything that's happened. I jump and flinch, flailing a little as Kris sticks her finger inside my diaper. "No! Stop!" I reflexively cry out, as she pokes into a finger inside my private areas. "I don't wanna adjust. I want to leave! i want to go home!" Truthfully I barely had any place else to go really. I could only have afforded to stay in my hotel for another day or two, and then I would have been homeless, but my brain wasn't reacting rationally, then again, the situation I found myself in wasn't exactly rational either. I do my best to avoid Kris' kisses, being mostly unsuccessful since she's holding me in her arms. "This is terrible! I want to worry about things. I don't want to be a diaper girl. I'm not going to kiss you!" I feel an urge to pee, but I keep my bladder clenched tight, I know I'm going to have to pee myself eventually, but I don't want to do it while Kris can tell, and especially not while I'm in her arms.

I gently stroke Andrew's back, tyring to help him calm down, and pull him into a tight hug. "Shhhhh, shhh, It's okay Sweetheart. I know you didn't do it on purpose. Of course you didn't do this on purpose. I understand. I'm not mad at you. It's okay. You're okay. I've got you. I'll take care of this, just calm down and we'll make everything alright." I pull him onto my lap, sitting on the floor, and simply rock him side to side, as I hold him to my chest. Once it seems like Andrew has calmed down, I pull him away and look him in the eyes. "How would you like a nice bath, and some fresh clothes? How does that sound?"

I look around the room in pure abject horror. its a nursery, unmistakably decorated for a little toddler girl, but with tiny hints of a more sinister purpose, the crib bars are too high, and there are wrist and ankle cuffs on the rocking horse, crib, and changing table. I have no words for my new "Mommy" instead, I simply burst into tears once more.

I'm only half paying attention as Andrew flips through the channels. I feel him stop, and then quickly start to look worried. "What's wrong?" I try to ask, but before I can even get the question out, Andrew is pulling at my arm, frantically trying to get up saying "Please I need to..." before he face plants into the carpet. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" I ask, feeling genuinely concerned, then i hear the unmistakable hiss of Andrew's bladder releasing, I watch, unable to help but get aroused as Andrew's work slacks slowly start to get a small wet patch, that then quickly spreads all across his crotch, then down his thighs to his knees, down his front, and dripping straight down from his crotch onto the carpet, as gravity pulls at the pee making it run down from Andrew's raised butt. In an instant, I'm right beside him, wrapping my arms around his torso and trying to comfort him. "Oh my goodness Honey, are you alright? What on earth happened?"

Daolalin listens closely, and sniffs the pants when her Daddy holds them up to her. She wrinkles her nose at the unpleasant smell, and nods. "Yes Daddy." She nods again, as he explains different kinds of soaps, nodding. "Thank you Daddy. I don't wanna hurt myself because I mess up what kind of soap I use. She smiles happily as her Daddy lifts her into the bath, settling down, and relaxing into the water. "Yes Daddy, it feels really really nice." She moves around splashing the water a bit, and feeling how the warm, comfortable water moves over her body and arms, and how she can manipulate it.

I moan unhappily as I'm bounced on Kris'knee, uncomfortably having a few burps bounced out of my stomach. I whine when Kris tells me not to worry about my top. "Nooo! Don't throw them out. Please! I'm gonna want them when You're done with me!" I plead. I'm a little glad that it seems like Kris isn't going to force me to sit in dirty diapers. "Okay. I'll tell you." I mumble. I frown and shrug when she asks me if I'm ready to see the room, not feeling like I have a choice.

I nod. "It is something I've though about for a long time, but it certainly wasn't something that I was certain about until recently. It does take a very large amount of commitment, and you have to accept that many things can go quite wrong. There are a lot of potential embarrassing, uncomfortable, and even life threatening things that can come from transitioning, so it's very easy to think that just staying as a man is easier, and therefore better for you. Really, all that I was sure of is that I was unhappy. It wasn't until very recently that I decided that something needed to change. It's a shame really, it was something that I had considered when I was much younger, and still had the good looks, and a young healthy body that would have recovered much more quickly, I didn't have the money to transition. I happily wrap an arm around Andrew as I spoon him, happily pulling him to my chest. I hand him the remote. "Put on whatever you want to watch." I tell him, simply enjoying holding him close to me. I lay there with him for a few minutes, and begin to wonder when the diuretic I put in his drink will kick in. I know that with the powerful diuretic is going to hit hard when it does, and I'l be surprised if he can hold his bladder more than a minute after he first feels the smallest urge to go.

I cough out the milk as Kris pats my back, not realizing that I'm spitting it up on my own top. Still whimpering, and sniffling for a bit after I manage to get it out, and stop choking. After I calm down, I look up at Kris, my eyes still red, and wet. "M-my real room?" I obediently drink the milk again, this time being able to finish it off completely.

I can't help but notice Andrew's word choice, and I feel like prying just a little bit deeper. I pick up my plate and glass, and carry them to the kitchen, indicating for Andrew to follow. "You don't think you could do what I"m doing? Why is that sweetheart? and you're just ok with being a guy? Not happy? not estatic?" I wait for him to answer as I rinse off the plates and put them in the dishwasher, then add. "I'm just making sure I understand how you feel." Once we're done in the kitchen I make my way to the living room, and lie down on the couch, scooting back, and then patting the space in front of me. "Come here Sweetheart, let's cuddle. Thank you so much for doing this. I've always wanted more physical contact with someone I could trust. You're really doing me a huge favor, and I'm feeling so much better already.

I tense, and flinch, but don't fight at all. I feel the long kiss, and simply let my lips be held against hers, but make no move to reciprocate the kiss. I start drinking from the milk, feeling thirsty and worn out from crying. I start to choke on the milk already in my mouth as I start crying when I'm told that I'm expected to use my diapers for everything. I know exactly what's expected of me, and it makes me start sobbing, harder than I was before.

I'm quick to clarify, "Just so that I won't be doing it alone. And like I said, nothing permanent. you don't have to become a girl if you don't want to. If you do, I'd be more than willing to help you, and to pay the full costs of everything for you." When he starts to agree to do things with me in private, I smile. "Oh, thank you so much Sweetheart. You have no idea what this means to me. I'm so happy you're saying yes. We'll take it one step at a time. I'm not exactly ready to run out into a mall and go try on dresses right now either." Once we're both finished, I ask. "How about we clean up the kitchen together real quick, then we go cuddle on the couch and watch TV. How does that sound Honey?"

I whimper, but don't fight, letting myself be pulled to Kristine's breast. I simply cry against her, lying there, scared, overwhelmed, and absolutely defeated.

I smile. "I'll just have to try out a bunch of different things to cook. It will be a nice little adventure for us." I blush a little. "Well, it's more than a bit silly, but I was thinking that perhaps.. you could... well do some of this stuff with me.. just to be supportive and such, you know. I'm not talking about any of the hormones or the surgery or anything like that... but perhaps just like... wearing panties... learning how to tuck... learning how to put on makeup... learning how to walk in heels... perhaps even going clothes shopping?"

I jump a little as Kristine grabs my arms and pulls them away form my breasts. I nod, scared of the implicit threat in her words and tone. "Y-yes Ma'am." I'm quick to realize that all the boxes she mentions, mean that she singled me out and targeted me, because I was isolated and vulnerable. Tears quickly fill my eyes. "S-so y-you wanted me s-so I c-could be your b-baby s-sex slave?"

I smile and take a sip of water. "I'm sure it will, and I can appreciate that. I'm glad all that doesn't sound too bad." I smile when he mentions the super yummy food. "Well then, that sounds like an agreeable deal to me." I say, laughing. "I've always wanted to cook more." I pause, making a dramatic show of going into contemplation, then speak up a little. "There is one other thing you could do... no, no... that's silly, never mind..."

I flinch and start to tear up as she fondles my legs, "Please don't!" I whimper, but make no move to stop her. I shudder hard when she moves her hand over my clean shaven mound, "Please... don't" I echo, much more weakly. Surprisingly the diapering is the least objectionable part. There's tender care in the application of the diaper, without the lecherous intent of her earlier touches. As she diapers me, I cross my arms over my chest, covering up my breasts. When she asks how the diaper feels, I frown, pouting, and simply state. "I hate it." I pause for a few moments, then ask "Why are you doing this to me? Why do you want me in a diaper?"

I smile, it's amazing how childish Andrew acts already. There won't need to be too much change to make him into my baby girl, really all it will need to be is taking his mindset, and mannerisms down by about five years it seems. "I'm really glad you like it Sweetheart." I can't help but laugh a little as Andrew asks what he can do to help me transition. "Well being my secretary is a good start, but an even better start would be to start calling me Ma'am instead of Sir." I tease. "Really what I'm looking for from you, and what I'm going to need a lot of, is emotional support. I'm going to need a lot of hugs, and physical contact, probably words of affirmation and reassurance. Do you think you can help with that Honey?"

I try to grab at the hand holding my face, to pull off the hand over my mouth so that I can breathe. It's no use, as Kristin strips me out of my top, and skirt, leaving me in my strapless bra, uncomfortably pushed out of the way for my breasts to be fondled, my black leggings, and my panties. I nod frantically in order to try to get her to take her hand off my face. Willing to lay down and let her diaper me if it means that I get to breathe more easily.

After the second time Andrew goes in to the wrong door. I call out. "Do you need help?" Luckily he seems to find it shortly after. When Andrew asks where to sit, I motion to the place that I set out for him with food on the plate. "You can sit wherever you would like, but if you want to eat, I'd suggest that place." I then laugh. "You don't have to sit there if you don't want, just move your plate wherever you would like to sit." I dig into the food, and after a few minutes, ask Andrew. "Well, what do you think?"

"No!" I shout, still fighting, uselessly. I gasp as she pulls up my top and exposes my breasts, then fondles them. I shudder in horror, fully believing that I'm about to be raped. I lift up my legs, and start kicking and flailing as hard as I can. "NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP! LET ME GO! PLEASE!"

"I'd prefer we stay out of that tonight. I keep that around for parties, and important business guests." I call out. "I'll just fix us both some water." I finish cooking Dinner, and load the chicken, rice and broccoli onto two plates, then set them at the table. I pour two glasses of water, and slip a very powerful diuretic into Andrew's drink. I sit down at the table, then call out. "Andrew Honey, Dinner's ready. Turn off the TV, wash your hands, and come eat."

I struggle, and try to pull away, but Kristin's grip is like steel. She's easily ten times as strong as me, and fighting is completely useless, but I have to try. "No! That's not what I signed. I read it! There was absolutely nothing like that in there! You're insane! Why the hell do you want me to wear a diaper anyways? I don't wet myself. Is this some kind of sicko sex thing for you? Let me go! You can't keep me here against my will, I'm sure that wasn't in the contract either! and even if it was that would still be kidnapping, and that's illegal! I don't know if you forged my signature or what the fuck you did, but I'm not doing anything that's in a contract I didn't sign myself. And there's no way I would have signed that!"

I smile, absolutely loving Andrew's reactions to my house. I smile and quietly praise Andrew as he takes off his shoes, leaving mine on. "Good boy. Thank you very much Sweetheart." "Just say 'TV On.' Then tell it what you want to watch, it's hooked up to Cable, Satellite, Netflix, YouTube, and any other streaming service you can name." I call out from the kitchen, starting to cook, turning the oven on, and preparing the chicken. "What do you want to drink? I have water, milk, juice, tea, coffee, and soda." I ask as I set the rice, and broccoli on to cook so they'll be ready along with the chicken.

I look at the woman as if she's just grown a second head. She might as well have. "What the fuck? That's not what I fucking signed." I jump up off the couch as she pulls out the pampers, and dash to the far side of the room. "Woah! What the hell? Okay, ha ha, we were joking about fairy tales, and now 'I'm a baby because I'm so little' I get it. It's not funny. So cut it out. I'm not laughing Kris. Stop it! I'm not taking my clothes off in front of you." I tense up, ready to run to the door, and out if she tries to grab for me. I still have my phone in my skirt pocket if she really tries something. I can call the police