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"Oh Richie! aren't you up yet!?" his mother called from downstairs.Yes, Richie was awake, and trying desperately to change his wet sheets before his mother found out. Richard was 6 years old and like many boys his age had a bed-wetting problem. His mother had been very patient with him at first, trying all the conventional methods to try to get him to dry up. Unfortunately nothing she tried seemed to have the least effect on him. Finally as a last resort she took him to the doctor thinking that maybe there was something physically wrong with her son. The doctor could find nothing except the fact that Richie was exceptionally small for his age. Many people would mistake him for a three year old rather than six. The doctor suggested that Richie's bed-wetting was just something that he would eventually grow out of and that there was really nothing to worry about. His mother however was becoming increasingly upset at his apparent lack of control. The angrier she became at him the more insecure and upset he became, which meant the more he would wet his bed. The night before his mother had helped him to get ready for bed and had warned him that if he woke up wet in the morning then she would have to take drastic action, though just what that action was she wouldn't say. He tried to stay awake all night, too afraid of what would happen if he fell asleep. Finally around 4:00am the inevitable happened and he dozed off, waking up as usual soaking wet. As he worked quickly to change his sheets he could hear his mother walking up the stairs. It's too late, he thought to himself, she is going to find out! When his mother opened his bedroom door there stood Richie in his wet pajamas trying to hide the large wet spot in his bed. "Well young man, I see my talk with you last night did not do any good." she said sternly."I'm sorry mommy" her son answered fearfully."I just fell asleep and when I woke up I was wet! I didn't do it on purpose!! I just couldn't help it!". His mother took his wet sheets from him and said "I'll take care of these, you go take a shower and come back here when you are done." While Richie was in the shower he thought to himself, Gee, mom didn't seem too upset with me! Maybe she forgot what she said last night,maybe she does understands that I really can't stop wetting my bed. I bet if dad was still alive he would understand! After he had dried himself and put his wet pajamas in the clothes hamper he wrapped the towel around himself and went back to his room. When he opened his bedroom door he couldn't believe what he saw! His mother was just finishing putting a pink plastic sheet in a baby crib that was set up in his room! On top of his dresser next to the crib was.....No! it couldn't be!!! A stack of BABY DIAPERS! His mother looked at him and smiled. "I'm glad I kept your old crib now, and your Aunt Mae loaned me some of your little cousins baby things. Now let mommy get you dressed for the day!" Richie couldn't believe what was happening! Surely his mommy wasn't going to make him wear his cousins clothes, She was a GIRL!! and a BABY!!! He started to cry as his mother lifted him up and laid him on the plastic sheet in the crib. "No no no mommy!!!" he cried "I'm not a baby!!!" He began kicking and screaming, desperately trying to escape the crib. His mother calmly turned him over on his stomach, pulled the towel off of him, and spanked his bottom until it was a bright red. "Be still now baby," his mother said sternly "Or do you want another spanking?"Richie lay sobbing and rubbing his flaming bottom while his mother folded several of the white cotton diapers together. Turning him over on his back she lifted him by his ankles and slipped the diapers beneath him. Next she smoothed baby lotion all over his tummy and legs. Baby Becky Part 2 She ordered him to lift his legs over his head so she could put the lotion on his sore bottom. The lotion smelled nice and really took the sting away. Next she sprinkled him with sweet smelling baby powder.Finally she pulled the diaper up between his legs and pinned the corners at each hip. It was like a dream to Richie, he just couldn't believe that he was being diapered like a baby! As he lay there sniffling his mother opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of toddler size babypants. They had little kittens and puppies printed on them and what was even worse was that they were PINK! "Please mommy!!" he pleaded Don't make me wear those, They're for baby GIRLS!" His mother just smiled at him and guided his feet through the leg openings of the plastic panties and pulled them up his legs and over his diaper. Richie didn't think he could feel any worse but what came next soon proved him wrong. From his dresser drawer his mother pulled a little girls ruffled sun-suit. It was a pink panty style with a bib front and ruffled bottom.Richard began to kick and cry again as his mother guided his feet through the elastic legs bands and up over his baby pants. She made him sit up so that she could button the lacy shoulder straps to the bib in front."This is what you are going to wear from now on Rebbeca" she explained. "Since you want to act like a baby so much I have decided that you will be my baby girl. Your name is now Rebbeca, or Becky for short. You will be in diapers and baby girl clothes until I think that you are grown up enough to wear your big boy clothes. It's a good thing you are small enough to fit in your baby cousins outfits so I won't have to buy you a whole new wardrobe! And if you give me any trouble, Becky, I'll pull down your panties and spank you whenever you need it no matter who is watching! Is that clear??" she demanded. Richie/Rebbeca could only nod his/her head in shame. His mother lifted him out of the crib and stood him on the floor.Richie felt really funny being dressed as a little baby girl. He was so used to wearing long pants that his legs felt cold and bare. The soft diaper between his legs felt good though. It brought back memories from his infancy that he thought that he had forgotten. He suddenly realized how much he had missed the warm secure feeling of a soft diaper between his thighs, and the helpless feeling as he wet or soiled himself. He had almost forgotten how much he had loved the smell of baby powder and lotion, and how pleasant it was to suck from his baby bottle. His mother took him by the hand and led him downstairs for breakfast. With so much diaper between his legs he could only waddle, his bulging bottom wiggling back and forth. He really did look more like a two or three year old little girl rather than a six year old boy. His mother fed him cereal for breakfast and when he was done she cleaned his hands and face.After breakfast his mother said "Since I have a new baby to take care of we will have to do some shopping for you. Would you like to go shopping with mommy Becky?" Richie was horrified! It was bad enough to be dressed in baby clothes here at home, but to be taken outside where everyone could see him! "No! mommy please don't take me out!Everyone will SEE me!!!" he sobbed. "Well of course everyone will see you silly! People love seeing pretty baby girls. Now behave yourself, We wouldn't want to have to take down your panties and spank you in front of everyone, would we?" His mother took him by the hand and led him out to the car. The drive to the department store seemed to take forever. Richie prayed that they wouldn't meet anyone who knew them. He decided that the only thing that he could do was to act like a real babygirl and maybe everyone would think that he was just a little big for his age. Baby Becky Part 3 Finally they pulled into the department store parking lot and the moment of truth had arrived. While walking from the parking lot to the store Richie felt as if everyone was staring right at him. He just knew that everyone could tell that he was in diapers. If his mother hadn't had him firmly in hand he would have run back to the car and hidden. He was sure that everyone could see the bulge of his diaper as his bottom wiggled back and forth. Finally they were in the air-conditioned coolness of the store and his mother picked him up and sat him in the baby seat of her shopping cart. His mother opened her purse and removed a pacifier which she tried to put into his mouth. When he refused to take it she asked softly "Do you want that spanking now Becky?" Richie looked around at the store full of people and quickly slipped the pacifier into his mouth. As she pushed him up and down the isles people would glance at him and smile. He thought they were smiling at him because they knew he was a little boy dressed up as a baby girl and this really embarrassed him. Actually they smiled at him because they saw him as a cute little baby girl and nothing more. When at last they got to the infants department his mother stopped to look around. "We will need some baby bibs for your meals won't we Becky?" she asked with a smile. As his mother picked up each bib she would hold it up to him to see how it would look. She selected several bibs in different colors and nursery prints. She wanted to tie one on him right there but after much pleading by Richie she relented. Next she picked out several baby bottles, babypowder and lotion, and a half dozen diaper pins. Then she was off to the toy department. "Since you have been such a good little girl while shopping I'm going to get a little surprise for you." she said. She picked out the cutest little Teddy Bear and handed it to her baby. Richie sat the Bear on his lap thinking that it would hide the bulge of his diaper and baby pants. What he didn't know was that his sun-suit had slipped down in back leaving the top of his diaper and baby panties exposed above the waistband. Richie thought that they were done at last as they headed for the check out stand. Suddenly his mother stopped and said "Oops! I almost forgot what I came here for!" She wheeled the cart back to the infants section and picked up a large box of disposable diapers and several pairs of plastic panties. Suddenly Richie whispered urgently to his mother"Mommy I gotta go potty!" His mother just looked at him and smiled ."Babies don't go potty sweetheart" she said. "They use their diapers of course.""But mom, I have to do number two!" he whispered. His mother just patted his head. There was a long line at the check out counter and as Richie sat in the cart waiting the pressure in his tummy grew and grew.He was sure that everyone was watching him and that made matters even worse. Finally just as the clerk began ringing up the things in the cart he couldn't hold it anymore and felt the warm mess filling the bottom of his diaper. He was so ashamed to have dirtied himself in front of everyone that he turned beet red. The relief he felt was so great that he began to wet his diaper at the same time. The woman clerk looked at him and said to his mother "My, but your little girl has a red face!" His mother smiled at him and replied "Yes, I think Becky needs her diaper changed, don't you dear?" Richie could only bury his head in his Teddy Bear and cry in shame while his mother paid for the purchases. Baby Becky Part 4 While she wheeled him out the door Richie was very uncomfortable sitting in his wet and dirty diaper. Back at the car his mother said "Lets get the baby cleaned up and changed." She put the packages in the back seat and picked him up and laid him in the front seat on his back. "Mom don't change me right here!" he begged. His Mom ignored him and unbuttoned the straps of his sun-suit, pulling it down his legs and off him.Next his plastic panties were removed and Richie prayed that no one would walk by and see him laying there in just a dirty diaper. Taking several baby wipes from one of the packages his mother swiftly cleaned him up. Then she took a clean disposable diaper from the box and slid it under his bottom and taped it at his hips. From another package she brought forth a new pair of white baby pants with rows of pink ruffles across the bottom. His mother pulled them on over his fresh diaper and said "Since it is so warm today I think that this is all you need to wear right now." Once more Richie began to cry. The sun suit was bad enough but now he was being forced to wear nothing but his diaper and baby girl panties! He didn't think that he could feel more embarrassed than he felt right then.Fortunately they hadn't met anyone they knew while shopping and he hoped his luck would last longer. He had to admit that he was beginning to enjoy the soft feel of his diapers. They felt really neat as he walked and they would rub against his little wee-wee. They made a nice cushion to sit on also. He began to like the idea of being able to wet any time he felt like it and not have to use a toilet. Babies don't have it so bad he mused to himself as he idly rubbed his didy against his penis. Richie noticed that the more he rubbed his diaper the harder his little wee-wee became. It felt so good that he continued rub himself. Soon his wee-wee began to tickle and feel really nice. His mother looked at him and smiled."What are you doing baby Becky? Do you need to be changed again already?" she asked. Richie just blushed and shook his head, taking his hand away from the front of his panties. "Those darling little rhumba panties make you look like the cutest baby girl." his mother said."Please , mom " her son pleaded. "Can't we go home now, I don't want nobody to see me like this!" On the way home Richie hunched down low in his seat hoping to hide his infantile condition from any passers by. While still a few blocks from their house his mother stopped at the neighborhood park. The park was filled with children and grown ups who were out having a good time.The park had a large playground with swings and slides. There was also a large sand box with several small children playing in it. After parking the car his mother said, "Before we go home I thought that you would like to play here for a little while , doesn't that sound like fun Becky?"She got out and had to drag her son out of the car as he cried and protested. Taking him firmly by the hand she pulled him behind her across the park and sat him in the sand box with the other little children."You be a good little girl and play nicely for a while." she said. Richie was so embarrassed that he just sat there for a long time with his head down and his hands in his lap trying unsuccessfully to hide his ruffled baby panties. He felt so naked and exposed and he was sure that everyone in the park was looking right at him. He kept thinking to himself....maybe they will think I'm just a little girl. I hope no on recognizes me!! I might as well act like I really am a baby. Baby Becky Part 5 He began scooping up handfuls of sand as his mother sat on a bench and watched him. He soon had a big pile and was starting to relax and enjoy himself when a little girl who looked about four years old came up and sat down beside him. "Hi! what's your name?" she asked as she helped scoop up sand. Richie blushed and said in a little toddler lisp"Me....Becky".The other little girl smiled and said "I'm Linda and I'm four years old!" She looked at Richie's bulging rhumba panties and said "I don't have to wear diapers no more like you do! I'm a big girl! you're still a baby!" Sure enough she was dressed in a green halter top and green shorts without the tell-tale bulge of diapers. He couldn't think of a good reply so he just sat there and continued to pile sand. Linda continued to help him and soon took on the role of an older sister, showing him how to dig the sand and where to put it. He was so relieved that his new friend had accepted him as a little toddler girl. After a long while he once again felt the urge to wet himself.Seeing no alternative he just sat there and relaxed. Soon his diaper began to feel very warm between his legs and tears of relief came to his eyes.His friend Linda was watching him at the time and said "Becky's wet her diaper! Come take my hand and I'll find your mommy so she can change you." Richie let her lead him over to his mother who looked at him and asked "Does my little girl need to be changed already?" Her son stuck his thumb in his mouth and shook his head up and down. "Maybe your new friend would like to help me change your diaper." his mother added. He began to cry and shake his head no, terrified at the thought of his friend finding out that he wasn't really a little girl.After thanking Linda and saying goodbye his mother took him by the hand and began leading her son back to the car. By that time his diaper was so wet and heavy that as he walked along beside his mother his diaper and panty began to work their way down from his hips. Lower and lower they slipped until suddenly they were around his ankles and he tripped and fell. As his mother stood him up and brushed him off several of the children in the park including his new friend Linda began to point and laugh at him. They had seen him without his diaper and had seen his wee-wee! They knew that he wasn't a little girl and several of the older boys began to shout "Sissy Baby Boy!" over and over. Richie was crying and trying to pull his pants up as they reached the car. The humiliation that he felt was so great that he began to wet himself once again and by the time they arrived home he was so thoroughly soaked that his baby panties were beginning to leak.After his mother had unloaded the car she picked him up and took him to his room and laid him in his crib. "See how dirty you got your nice new panties." she chided as she pulled them off and shook the sand from them. Richie was very uncomfortable laying there in a cold wet diaper and he said to his mother "Becky wants dry pants please!!" His mother quickly untaped his wet diaper and pulled it from beneath his bottom. She cleaned him up with baby wipes and took several cotton diapers from the stack on the dresser. As she pulled the soft cotton up between his legs and pinned the corners he once again felt his penis start to become hard and push against the fabric. When his mother noticed this she began to lightly rub the front of his diaper over the bulge and said"My new baby girl really loves her new clothes, doesn't she??" He blushed and shook his head yes. Baby Becky Part 6 "I won't take my little darling out anymore but as long as we are here at home you will still be my baby girl, Ok?" she asked while still gently rubbing the front of his diaper. Richie's wee-wee was starting to tickle and it felt so good that he began to giggle and kick his legs in the air. As long as he was at home he didn't mind being in baby clothes,even if they were baby girl clothes. He really loved the way his soft diapers felt and now he wouldn't have to worry about waking up in a wet bed any more. Being in diapers and girls clothes wasn't so bad as long as no one but he and his mother knew about it. His mother stopped rubbing him and handed Becky her new teddy bear. "You and your Teddy can take a nap now while I fix dinner. When I get you up I'll show you your new baby dresses, would you like that?" she asked. Richie smiled up at his mom as she kissed his forehead.After she had left he rolled over and lay on his tummy. He just loved the way the soft cotton diaper felt as it rubbed against his bottom and between his thighs. He felt so small and helpless laying in his baby crib wearing only his diaper. His little penis became hard again and started pushing against the mattress. Not really knowing what he was doing he slowly began to push his hard wee-wee against the mattress,feeling it rub against the inside of his diaper. As he lay on his stomach thrusting against the plastic crib sheet his penis once again began to tickle.The more he rubbed the better it felt, the better it felt the faster he would rub. Suddenly he felt wave after wave of sheer undescribable pleasure wash over him. He felt as if he were wetting himself but it NEVER felt like that before!! When he felt the front of his diaper he expected to be soaking wet but to his surprise there was only a small wet spot. Boy that was neat! he thought to himself. I don't remember ever doing that when I was a baby! He rolled on his back and picked up his Teddy Bear. The new baby hugged her Teddy and put her thumb in her mouth. Richard the six year old boy was gone forever. Baby Becky lay in her crib,propped her Teddy Bear beside her, and drifted off to sleep. THE END

Something I wrote a while ago, but was unsure of whether to post here or not... before thinking to myself, "Why not?" Crossword Puzzle “So bored!” Victor whined for the tenth time that hour as he lazily lounged on the couch in nothing but a shirt and his boxers. “Then do something!” His roommate Kevin replied back, sick of hearing how bored Victor was as he donned his jacket. “I’ve got an idea, why don’t you do a crossword puzzle to pass the time?” “That’s lame!” “Better than hearing you complain ever five minutes. Hmm…” Kevin smiled as an idea came to him. “How about I make you a deal? I’m heading out to pick up a few things, and if can finish a puzzle by the time I get back, then I’ll buy you dinner.” The promise of free food immediately perked Victor’s interest. “Deal!” “Figured you would,” Kevin said as he pulled out a crossword puzzle book from a drawer and flipped it to a random page. “Try this one, I’m sure it won’t be too difficult for someone like you…” Victor just stuck his tongue out as he took the book from Victor and went to work, barely hearing as his roommate left. Victor chuckled, knowing that he had already won this bet. His roommate just said he had to finish the puzzle, he never said anything about looking up the answers if he got stuck… Not that he needed to resort to that, as Victor quickly found himself cruising through the clues, filling in one blank after another with ease. His roommate must have picked one for little kids with how easy this was. Before long, he had breezed through the across section and moved onto the down section. “A short garment typically worn by teenage girls, nine letters…” Victor had to think about that one before it suddenly clicked. “I know, miniskirt!” He chuckled again as he pencilled in the answer. Yep, miniskirt, like the one he was wearing right now. Next clue: “Thumb substitute for an infant, eight letters”. That one didn’t take him too long, as he wrote in “pacifier”. “Twat was ethay!” He mumbled as he suckled away at his Paci, content that he had something to occupy his mouth with other than his thumb. “Disposable garment for a baby, six letters… That’s a diaper!” He loudly announced, crinkling slightly as he shifted in place to accommodate the bulk of his thick diapers. He loved the cushiony feel he got from his diapers and they helped cushion his butt while sitting down. “Mythical one-horned animals, 8 letters,” read the next clue. He giggled to himself as he wrote “Unicorns” into the spaces. Yep, unicorns, like the ones happily prancing across his diaper and the ones that went into hiding whenever it was wet. Not that he needed his diapers, he just liked wearing them was all. “Soaking __, three letters.” “That’s easy! It’s wet!” Hissssss… Victor paused as he felt a warmth begin to envelop his crotch. Taking his mind off the puzzle for a moment, he pulled up his miniskirt and watched as the unicorns happily prancing across the pink padding slowly began to vanish as his diaper began to darken in the front. Reaching down, Victor squeezed the front of his diaper, feeling it squish as it absorbed the contents of his bladder. “Uh oh…” Kevin would be mad that he went himself again. He’d promised to try using the potty more, but he had been so preoccupied with the crossword puzzle that he hadn’t even noticed he’d needed to go. Maybe Kevin wouldn’t be too mad once he finished the puzzle… Moving on to the next clue, Victor ignored an odd voice in the back of his mind as he focused on solving the puzzle before his roommate returned home. “A male caregiver, five letters.” It had to be Daddy! Just like Kevin, his loving Daddy who changed his diapers and took care of him whenever he needed it! Daddy had promised that if he finished this puzzle before he came back then he would take him out to dinner! “Making a ___, four letters, beginning with “M” and ending with “SS”. Moss? No… Miss? Also no… MESS! It just had to be mess, just like… Gurgle, grumble… Like the mess he needed to make right now, lifting up his butt in order to better position himself. Grunting, Victor pushed a load into the seat of his diaper, causing it to sag from the weight of his new mess. Pushing some more, he made sure to get all of it out before sighing with relief and plopping back down, feeling the fresh mess squishing against his rear. While a little unpleasant, he didn’t mind since he knew Daddy would surely change him when he got home. Back to the puzzle, the next clue read, “Hired cleaner, female, four letters.” What was the word for that again? It was on the very tip of his tongue… That’s right, a maid! Just like him! He was his Daddy’s maid, helping clean around the house whenever his Daddy asked him. Daddy even let him wear the cute uniforms like the one he was wearing right now! Only a few more clues were left to be filled in now, one of them being “To follow orders without question, four letters.” Easy, “obey”. Just like he had to obey whenever Daddy told him to do something like clean the house, do the laundry, or make dinner. He loved being able to serve Daddy like that, it made him feel so special! With only one more clue left to solve, Victor perked up at the sound of the door opening. “Daddy!” He called out as he forgot about the puzzle book entirely and happily waddled over to the entranceway, his short skirted maid uniform doing nothing hide the sagging, used state of his diapers. He didn’t care though, Daddy was home and that was all that mattered. Kevin smiled as he saw his now diapered maid run up to him. “There’s my happy little maid,” He said as he ruffled Victor’s hair playfully. “Were you a good sissy while Daddy was away, Vicky?” “I was very good, Daddy!” Vicky replied, sucking away at his pacifier like it was the most natural thing. “I even finished the puzzle you gave me, just like you asked!” “Really? Can you show Daddy then?” Giggling, Vicky happily lead Kevin over to where he had left the puzzle book. “See?” “Hmm… You did a good job, but it seems you left one answer blank…” “What!?” To his horror, Vicky found that in his haste to greet his Daddy, he had forgotten to fill the last space with an answer. He pouted as he realized he had failed Daddy. Surely Daddy would be mad at him for not doing as he was told and punish him with the paddle, or a time out, or, worst of all, sending him to bed without dessert! “Tell you what…” Victor said, “… You did such a good job that I’ll still take you out to dinner like I promised.” “R-Really?! Oh, thank you, Daddy!” Vicky ran over and hugged Daddy, relieved that he wasn’t going to be punished. “On one condition, thought. You finish what you started and solve the last clue. Can you do that for me, sissy?” “Sure I can!” Picking up the book and pencil, Vicky hastily read the last clue. “Sexually stimulated, seven letters.” He thought long and hard about the answer before it suddenly dawned on him. “Aroused! A–R–O… U… S…” Vicky almost dropped the book entirely as a warm tingling quickly spread throughout his diaper, Unlike the warm feeling he got whenever he wet and messed his diaper, this feeling was a thousand times more intense and filled his entire being to the point he could barely fill in the last few letters. “E… D!” As the last letter was filled in, Vicky could no longer contain himself and dropped the book and pencil as both hands grabbed at his diaper, rubbing the used padding up against his growing erection. Before he could get far, however, Kevin stopped him. “Ah, ah, ah, you know the rule, Sissy. You have to ask Daddy first if you want to make cummies in your diapers, remember?” Vicky did remember, and trembled with excitement as he replied through the still building pressure. “Pl–Please, Daddy! Can I make cummies in my… my DIAPERS?!” “Hmm… Alright, you can rub yourself as much as you want but no cummies until Daddy says so. Daddy will count to ten and only when he is done can you make cummies, understand?” “Y–Yes, Da–Daddy!” Without waiting another moment, Vicky began to rub himself furiously through used diapers, squishing it up against his.body as his building orgasm grew.” “1…2… 3… 4…” “Ple–Please, Daddy!” “5…6…7…5… Oh, looks like I’ve lost count. Better start all over again!” “D–Daddy!” Vicky whined as his rubbing only increased further, dropping helplessly to his knees as his mind filled only with the desire to grope himself more and more in a desperate attempt at release. “…7…8…9…” Kevin paused for a moment, savouring it as he looked over the helpless sissy maid lying at his feet. “… 10” With a thunderous cry that likely echoed through their apartment complex, Vicky came hard into his diapers, riding the aftershocks of the greatest orgasm he had ever experienced in his life for several moments. During all this, that nagging voice in the back of his mind that had been attempting fruitlessly to get his attention ever since he had started the crossword puzzle was quietly snuffed out by such a powerful orgasm, leaving nothing but an obedient, diaper loving sissy maid named Vicky remaining. “That’s a good sissy,” Daddy said as he patted Vicky on the head. “Now, crawl your sticky butt to the bedroom and Daddy will get you all ready for to go out, is that clear?” “Y…yes, Daddy…” Vicky replied as he got onto his hands and knees and obediently began to crawl his way towards the bedroom, still panting from the overwhelming orgasm he had just experienced. Kevin smiled as he watched Vicky’s retreating diaper butt, his own erection growing beneath his shorts. “I should have done this a long time ago…”

Chapter 1 I lay on the ground, wet padding beneath my butt. A tap from my mother-in-law and I raise up, the soggy diaper replaced by a fresh new one. Having been changed, it’s straight into a white/pink lacey onesie with the words “Daddy’s Princess” stenciled across the front before being laid in my crib and given a bottle of warm milk. No doubt my wife, who was on a date with one of my co-workers was having the time of her life. If all went well for her, she’d bring him back here to sleep with him in our marital bed where my crib sat at the foot of later this evening. And just two weeks ago, my life was normal. We’d been fooling around like most newlywed couples do. Her mouth teasing me to the point I wasn’t sure what was happening anymore, all I wanted was sweet release. Apparently, that’s when she brought it up, her desire to dominate, though I don’t remember it I do recall saying that I’d do anything for my rapture. One thing we had agreed upon in this relationship is that when you promise something, you live up to it; and I had agreed to do whatever she said, hence my current predicament. It had started small, the first morning she had reminded me of our pact, and she suggested that I wear her silky panties to work. No big deal really, I mean who checks what underwear you have on when you get to the office? That night, she forbid me to use the bathroom from 6pm to 6am. How could I not have had an accident after that? And that’s when she introduced the diapers. A bit hesitant at first I went along with it on the promise of phenomenal sex later that day, and to her credit it surpassed my wildest dreams. From then on I was required to wear a diaper if I even wanted the chance to have sex that day. A week later and many great orgasms later I decided it wasn’t so bad, really. They crinkled a bit, but I was getting used to the feeling of warmth around my crotch midday. That’s when she forbid me to change myself. She, or someone she trusted, would have to tend to my needs and for the first couple of days she was more than eager to provide a happy return each time she untaped my sodden underwear. Since I didn’t have to mess myself, I decided I could live with it. And that’s how I got to be in my current predicament. Two days ago she invited her mother over for dinner, after which she instructed me to remove my pants and watched as her mom wiped the urine from my body before taping another diaper to my waist. Laughing, my wife went out leaving me at the mercy of my mother-in-law who sent me to bed long before the sun went down. By the next morning I couldn’t hold it anymore and deposited the first load into my pants. When my wife changed me that morning, she decided that if I had the control of a baby perhaps I should sleep in the bed of one too. My co-worker, who happens to be a recreational woodworker came over that afternoon to build my new bed spending more time flirting with my wife then assembling my crib. After laughing as he watched my soggy pants get changed he was more than happy to satisfy my wife’s needs as I lay locked in the wooden fortress he constructed for me. I tried desperately to bring myself to bliss at the sounds of my wife cumming but the thick padding around my waist foiled my efforts. The next day my co-worker was the one to provide a new diaper at lunch with the added benefit of a hollow plug in my bottom so I wouldn’t be able to control my poop. Humiliated but aroused, he drove us both to my house where he picked up my wife and I was left in the care of her mother which brings us back to the beginning of this story. Laying in my crib, nipple of my bottle between my lips I couldn’t help but wonder what my life had come to. I had tried resisting once, my ass still stung from the paddling I’d gotten, just the thought of it made me slink back down to my blankie. No matter what happened from here on out, without question, my wife was my superior and I her diaper slave.

this is being made for @kasarberang Story Contest. Chapter 1 i fucked up... “Are you ready to meet her?” Julia asked her little 14-year-old sister. “Im so excited!” Betty said happily as her birthday wish was about to come true. “Tada!” Julia shouted as she opened the door to reveal, me. ********** But I think that’s a little too far ahead. Let’s rewind a bit to last week and the last day of school. “Come on, do you realize how hard it was for me to jack his keys?” I asked my friends as we snuck out of the school and made our way to the high school parking lot. “Are you sure this is a good idea? You’re stealing your brother’s car.” my friend told me “Oh dont worry, this is going to be fun,” I tell them as I got into the car. But my friends had second thoughts. “Fine, ill do it myself,” I tell them drove off to do donuts on the football field. But what was supposed to be a harmless prank were I would do a few donuts before getting out and running away, wound up me flipping my brother’s car upside down and becoming stuck and unable to get out of the car. The police came, I got probation and I was told I would need to pay for all the damages to the school and my brother’s car. Along with replacing a 4 thousand dollar computer, my brother was fixing for his college friend. “Come on dad, you got to help me, theirs no way I can pay for all of this,” I tell my dad over the phone. “Your 18, not my fault you consistent stupid stunts all over town makes it hard for you to find a job. It’s your problem. You fix it.” my dad tells me before hanging up. That last stunt was the last straw with him and he kicked me out and disowned me. With no were left to go I was forced to move in with my older brother. The two of us couldn’t be more different. He was a tall nerdy guy who never really went out or anything. I was two years younger than him and despite being very short, I was a party animal. Always getting into trouble and doing whatever I wanted. “Fucking hell. How am I supposed to pay back all this debt?” I grumble. “Hey bro, you know any high paying jobs that need minimal work?” Honestly, it was mostly just a joke but I did hope he could think of something for me to do. “Actually I do,” he responded to my surprise. “Realy? What is it?” *********** “Hi, im Eric. my brother told me you were looking for some type of help?” I greeted myself. “Yes. I was hoping to higher someone to be my little sister’s playmate.” Julia tells him with a smile. Julia was 20 and was from a rich family. I mainly knew her from a lot of the college party’s I would sneak into. Supposedly her parents are constantly gone for some reason or another. “So you want me to babysit her?” I asked a little confused. “No, I want you to be her playmate. Keep her entertained and such.” Julia tells me. “Well, that doesn’t sound too hard,” I tell her. “How much would the job be?” Julia smiled as handed over a piece of paper. Highlighted was how much I would be making. And my eyes nearly popped out of my head. “I would advise you to read it over carefully before signing. Just call me and let me know if you accept the job.” Julia tells me just before her watch beeps. “Oh, look at the time. Got to go meet up with the next person looking into the job.” “Wait, hold up,” I tell her as I grab her hand to stop her. “I’ll take the job.” “Please, I really think you should look over the contract first,” Julia tells me. ‘Oh, it will be fine.” I tell her. I would be a fool not to take this job.” I tell her as I look down at the paper and start signing my name. I never noticed the sly smile on Julia’s face as I finished writing my name. “So, when do I start?” I asked with a big smile on my face. **************** “You know, dumbasses like you really need to learn to read the fine print,” Julia tells me in a snarky attitude I had never seen before. I just stared dumbfounded at the outfit she had laid out for me. “There is no way im wearing, that!” I shout. “Why dont you take this time to actually read what you sighed yourself up for,” Julia tells me as she hands me a copy of the original contract. To sum it up briefly, I just sined my life to Julia for the next two months to be a live-in “playmate”. While I am staying here, I must ware what I am given and do as im told. Should I disobey, I will be punished by Julia in any way she sees fit. Should I quit or try to leave the job, I forfeit all money I would have made during my stay. I also would be charged a cancellation fee should I brake the contract. And, it wasn't a small amount. “Well, us, I could sue you for tricking me into signing this!” I tell her nervously. “But I recorded the who interview and you eagerly signing the contact,” Julia tells me with a grin. “But if you still want to that’s fine. Just hope you could afford a good lawyer, mine is just a phone call away.” My eyes went wide as I realized just how screwed I was. Julia stood up and slowly walked over to me with a sly grin on her face until she was standing right over me. “I suggest you put on your new outfit. Betty has been dying to meet you.” Like that, I have left alone in a large room looking down at the outfit she was wanting me to ware. I gulped and for just a moment wondered how much of my debt I could pay off if I sold my kidney? Most likely not enough to make a dent in the debt I would have if I broke the contract. Reluctantly, I started striping and picked up the girly pink dress in front of me. Put on the matching pink socks and black mary jane shoes. Finally was the one piece I really didn't want to put on. “You better hurry, she's coming,” Julia tells me through the door. I let out a big sigh as I layout the large diaper on the floor and oddly sat down on it. I had never put on a diaper before and it was much harder then I thought it would. “Are you ready to meet her?” Julia asked her little 14-year-old sister. “Im so excited!” Betty said happily as her birthday wish was about to come true. “Tada!” Julia shouted as she opened the door to reveal, me. An 18-year-old boy sitting on the floor dressed as a sissy toddler. How much worse could this all get? Much, much worse... “Awww, she’s so cute.” Betty sais as she comes over to pet me on the head while im still on the floor. “Hey, knock it off,” I tell the kid as stand up. Before im all the way up, I feel a hand yank me up and I feel 3 hard slaps to the back of my diaper. I didn’t really feel it, but it was a surprise. “Dont you talk to your big sister that way,” Julia told me as she let go of my arm. “Big sister?” I questioned. “Ya, im the big sister while you're the baby sister,” Betty tells me. “Baby? What are you talking about? Im no baby and im not a girl.” I tell the kid. It was then I noticed Betty was actually taller than me. Which was unexpected. Ya, im short but this kid was taller than average. “Could have fooled us,” Julia commented as she rased up my dress and revealed my diaper. I quickly pushed the dress back down and was blushing. “I think someone needs to be reminded of the rules” Julia commented with a smile. “Ya, the rules.” Better imitated her older sister. Julia walked over to the contract and flipped a few pages. “I’ll summarize it for you, but basically you are now Betty’s live-in baby sister. You are to play with her and do what she wants. If you backtalk to her or me, you will be punished. If you try to hurt her in any way you will be punished. You are not allowed to do anything inappropriate while in this home. You will be provided a living space and meals every day. Along with a new work uniform, you must wear, as you already know.” Julia tells me and smirks at my outfit. “Lastly, should you quit or do anything that could dangerously harm Betty, you will be fired and forfeit the right to all the money you would earn while staying here.” I knew she had put me between a rock and a hard place. If what she said earlier, there is no way I could quit without causing far more problems then I already have. I just had to suck it up and play her stupid game for two months. Once that was over, I would have more than enough to pay back all my debt and even have enough left over to live a cushy life for a while. ‘So what are you?” Julia asked me. “A, Baby sister,” I mumbled. “Ya, you're my baby sister,” Betty shouted as she grabbed my arm. “Now let's go check out your new room.” The kid forcibly drugged me out of the room and through a few hallways. Just how big was this house? Before I knew it I was in front of a bright pink door that had BABY written on the door. “Here we are,” Betty tells me as she opened the door and nearly had my jaw drop. Inside the room was what looked like a huge nursery. In the center of the room was a large crib that looked to be just my size. On the back wall was a strange-looking table with diapers surrounding it. Beside that was a rocking chair. On one wall I could see a large toy box filled with toys and large stuffed animals surrounding it. On the other wall, I saw a large dresser next to a closet. The one thing I wondered about however was something above the weird table. A large label saying WARNING right above a small hook. “Come on, come and see what's inside,” Betty tells me as she drags me into the room. I was sat in front of the toybox while Betty pulled out different toys to show me. “How is the new baby liking her new room?” Julia asked as she came in. “She’s loving it,” Betty tells her while I roll my eyes. “Ya, really loving it,'' I say sarcastically while folding my arms. “I think someone is a little cranky because they are hungry,” Julia says in a mock baby voice. “Lunchtime,” Betty said happily as she grabs my hand again and yanks me up. What the hell was wrong with this kid? Despite being a teen she clearly acted far younger. When we got to the kitchen, I saw a high chair that I was taken to and told to sit in. I rolled my eyes again and did as I was told and sat in the oversized baby furnisher. Betty sat in the chair next to me while waiting for Julia to show up and make lunch. While Betty had chicken nuggets and fries, I was given a bowl of green goop, a bowl of yellow goop, and a bowl with some type noodles in it. “You want to feed the baby?” Julia asked Betty. “Yes,” Betty replied happily as she took a spoon and got some of the green goop. “There is no way I'm eating that,” I tell Julia “Aww, don't be like that, it's good for you,” Julia tells me as Betty starts moving the spoon closer to me. I just smack the spoon out of her hand. “Agin, I'm not eating that,'' I tell them. Suddenly Julia grabs my arm and before I even know what's going on it's tied to the side of the high chair. Then she does the same to the other. Effectively trapping me in place. “Now this is just a warning. Be a good baby and eat your lunch or someone is going to be punished.” Julia tells me with a smile. Despite the warm smile she was giving me, I suddenly had a cold rush down my spine. Betty grabbed a new spoon and tried again. This time, while I was reluctant, I opened my mouth and ate what I was given. The texter was awful, but the taste wasn't too bad. Either vegetable or fruity. I was then free to eat the blamed noodles with my hands. “Such a good baby,” Betty tells me as she pats me on the head. I grumble a bit before I am given a bottle of juice with a baby nipple on top. Of course, I would need to drink from a baby bottle. Fucking hell. I let out a loud sigh before grabbing the bottle and started drinking it. Before I was even done I felt a slight twinge in my bladder. At first, I didn't think anything of it until I realized something. I'm forced to wear a diaper. Are they also going to make me use it? *************** Julia walked out of the kitchen for a moment as she got an important call. “How is my baby girl doing today?” a man's voice sais. “Very good Daddy,” Julia responds with a bright smile on her face. “Everything is going great. Betty is having fun with her new playmate.” “That's great to hear baby girl.” Daddy tells Julia as a pleasant feeling runs down her body. “They haven't cared too much trouble with Betty right?” “No Daddy, they are a little stubborn but they are behaving for now,” Julia tells Daddy. “That's good. Make sure you train them right.” daddy tells her. “I will daddy, I promise I'll teach her everything she needs to know,” Julia tells Daddy. “I can't wait to meet her. Got to go, be a good girl for daddy, and teach her well.” Daddy tells Julia. “I will daddy, love you,” Julia replies as she hangs up. Another pleasant feeling rushes through her body as she lets out a girlish giggle. She peeks back into the kitchen and looks at Eric as he is looking at his diaper with a puzzled look. Julia bites her lip as she fantasizes what she was about to do to Eric to make him into the perfect little sissy for daddy.

Part 1 I can’t say I was in a bright point of my life, literally or figuratively. The perpetual darkness of third shift work coupled with the lackluster performance in my freshman year of college and losing my girlfriend of two years only a month before had sent me down a spiral of depression that I wasn’t certain would have an achievable recovery. I thought when I graduated from high school that I’d had life all figured out. I would take the job working the night shift at the airport for a few years, then go on to become a hot-shot business man or advertising executive. The airport would provide me with free tuition to the university a few hours from my home town, and the degree would get me the rest of the way. I guess to tell you a little bit about myself... I’m Adam Stafford. I’m the youngest child of Dennis and Joanne Stafford, and brother to Megan. I grew up in a small community that kept me sheltered from just about everything not small-town or Jesus-y. My Dad is a pilot for United Airlines, my Mom an executive for the local hospital. They divorced my sophomore year of highschool in a very messy battle, and pretty much alienated everyone in the family from each other. We’ve all gone our own ways, really only communicating for weddings, funerals, birthdays, or normal holidays. Don’t feel bad, it really is better this way. I had a pretty good childhood, no major complaints. I was always outgoing as a kid, knowing that a sharp wit and self-deprecating humor would remove any ammo that any school bullies would seek to leverage. Not to be arrogant, but I was a cute kid. Unfortunately for me, the cuteness never really went anywhere. I never hit that magical growth spurt that would cause me to tower above my friends, dunk a ball, or set records of the track. I currently stand a slightly below average height of 5’6”. I also never seemed to experience the flood of testosterone that would sculpt my body like a Greek god either. I guess I just stayed cute and youthful when everyone else became handsome and matured. But, like I said, I was never really picked on, so I didn’t mind my height or looks. I was moderately popular by highschool, usually being known as the smart-ass class clown. I had no trouble maintaining a 4.0 grade point average while also cutting jokes constantly. My humor and confidence opened up doors for me. I was nominated to prom court my Junior year, and also started dating a beautiful girl named Sarah. She was a grade younger than I was and came from a well-respected family not far from mine. As my perverted uncle Nick would say “That girl comes from good stock.” She and I dated all through my senior year, never really had any fights, and my parents adored her and hers adored me. We were voted “Most Likely to Stay Together” by the yearbook committee and happily danced in the spotlight as homecoming king and queen... a real shocker since I didn’t play football. Sarah was heart-broken when I decided to move for school. She had known it was my intent, but I think she assumed I would change my mind because we were dating. I had considered staying a time or two, but with the still fresh divorce of my parents and my sister moving away to California for school, I knew I couldn’t stay in small-town America for much longer. After the initial shock wore off, we made the plan together that she would move in with me after she graduated and we would attend college together, live together, and live up to the expectations of the yearbook committee. My job, coupled with free tuition would allow us to get an apartment together and, down the road, we’d both graduate. We’d start a family, be rich and successful, and have a marriage so happy that our grandkids would tell their children about. It was that simple, and it all laid out perfectly. She and I did everything together while we dated. I loved it at the time, but later realized that the friends I had prior to us dating all seemed to have move on. I didn’t have any core friends anymore, she consumed my every waking moment. I don’t think she was trying to cause a falling out, I think she was just so in love with the thought of being in love that she couldn’t let go. Sarah and I were both each other’s first for just about everything. We awkwardly explored our raging teenage hormones not long after we started dating, both trying to build the courage to take things just a little bit further each opportunity we had. I can vividly remember the look on Sarah’s face when she touched my cock for the first time. It was over my shorts, but I could tell she tried to play it off like an accident as her hand slowly rubbed on my thigh. Of course having zero experience and a beautiful girl rub her hands on me caused some tenting to happen rather quickly. She noticed. It was the first touch that shot electricity through my body as we laid cuddled up on the chair in the den of her parents upscale country-chic home, a blanket covering our still-clothed bodies. She moved her hand away quickly at first contact. I could see her face from the corner of my eye, flushed with excitement, very lightly nibbling on her lower lip with nerves. After a few seconds, I felt her hand begin to creep back up. I heard her sigh audibly as she very carefully laid her hand on my now fully erect dick. I could see the faintest smile form on her face as she crossed the hurdle. Both of us were too afraid to do much else, but she did very gently rub for a moment before we heard the garage door open, signaling that our alone time was at an end. From that day on, we both pushed the envelope just a bit more. I took advantage of days she would wear skirts to school and use the ease of access to fondle her anytime we had some privacy. I’m happy to say that I was her first non-self-induced orgasm, right there under that same blanket on that same chair. I can remember hearing her try and stifle her moans, no doubt fearful of waking her parents directly above us in their bedroom. It nearly sent me over the edge as well when she sucked my fingers clean right after. One evening while her parents were out celebrating their anniversary, Sarah excused herself to the restroom in the middle of ‘The Goonies’ and emerged wearing only her baby blue thong and matching bra, her hair tied up with a white lace ribbon. She approached me, my jaw now slack from the beauty I was witnessing, and yanked the blanket from my lap. She settled in on her knees in front of me trying to appear confident and sexy, but I could see her trembling from nerves. I could tell how big of a step this was for her. She pulled my shorts and boxers down, nearly ripping them in the process, and stared wide-eyed at my dick. She never really looked closely at it while using her hands. She would usually play coy and keep watching TV while jerking me off. Now though, she was face to face. I can still see the shimmer from the chapstick on her lips as she very slowly moved her mouth over the head of my cock. She froze once it was in for what felt like an eternity. I could hear her breathing becoming rapid, and for the first time in front of me, I saw her hand move quickly into the waistband of her panties as she touched herself. As she began moving my dick in and out of her mouth, her hand motions became more rapid under the thin baby blue fabric. It wasn’t 3 minutes into the blowjob before Sarah had a massive orgasm, seemingly larger than the ones I could giver her with my own hands or tongue. She pulled her face away, a trail of saliva extending from the head of my cock to her lips and only said ‘fuck’. I believe it was at that very moment that Sarah realized that she had a passionate love for giving head. She attacked my dick after that, like there was nothing else in the world. She didn’t flench when I came, just swallowed and tried to keep going until I pushed her off due to the sensitivity. Things progressed from there. Sarah gave me head every chance she could, preferring to give orgasms rather than receive them. We finally had sex a few weeks after that, in the dark basement bedroom of a friends house. I was disappointed that she didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I thought she would, opting after maybe 5 minutes to have me pull out and finish in her mouth. We didn’t have sex often, but when we would, it always ended in the same way. Everything in life was perfect, even after I moved… or so I thought. I went home many weekends and we seemed to pick up right where we left off. Everything was perfect. Until Sarah cheated on me, at least. I heard about it from a former classmate still living back home. He said he saw Sarah and some guy in a car together driving in town. He said it was a new looking BMW, a car that isn’t very common in our small town, so he took notice and tried to see who was driving. He didn’t recognize the guy driving, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was her, he got a clear view from the windshield as they passed on the road. He said he turned around to see what was up and after about 5 minutes of following them, he said he saw Sarah sit up tall, then lean her body across the center console of the car. He said he didn’t see her again for about 10 minutes and that the guy started driving pretty erratic during that time, and kept rolling his head around. He followed at a distance and eventually saw her head rise again and they carried on. He followed them until they turned into a restaurant. He circled the block and watched them walk hand-in-hand into the building. He even said she was wearing a little yellow sun dress... I knew it well. She always looked amazing in it. I guess it goes without saying that I felt like I had been stabbed in the chest as I listened to his recanting of the story. I trusted the guy and knew he wouldn’t be saying these things to fuck with me. I quickly got off the phone with him and called her, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again, again right to voicemail. Finally she sent me a text asking what was up. I didn’t know what else to do so I said “Jeremy saw you two together. I’m bummed you never offered to give me road head.” Of course this elicited a call back right away. I was heartbroken, but I did appreciate that she didn’t try and deny anything. She didn’t lie. She said she wasn’t happy anymore and wanted to move on. By this point, I knew what she meant. I had started working third shift already and had a rapid decline in happiness. I was always cranky, always tired. She was right and I hated myself for it. “You’re not you anymore, Adam. You’re sad all of the time... you sleep constantly. You don’t strike up conversations on the phone, and that’s all we have most of the time since we can’t be together.” She had told me as I stared blankly at the wall of my kitchen, tears now flooding my vision. “I’m sorry you found out like this, but I’m glad you found out.” “Yeah, pretty shitty way of you breaking it off though.” I countered. She agreed. That was the last time we spoke. After Sarah ended it, I sunk further into a depressive state. My life revolved solely around work, school, and Netflix in my basement studio apartment. Typically I would wake up around 10 in the morning and catch the campus shuttle to class. The classes were specifically scheduled for employees of the airport, allowing us to work nights and attend school without as much sleep depravation. After class I would usually eat some dinner in the campus cafeteria and do some homework, then report in for my shift. I didn’t mind my job. It was easy compared to the manual labor most people had to do to pay for their tuition. I drove a tug around pulling trailers of packages bound for different planes all night. All... night... long. I could usually start my shift with a conversation with the dock supervisor and not talk to another person for the rest of the night. I was known as ‘Tug 4301’ and drove the exact route from the south dock to the west ramp, spots 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9, then back to the south dock to reload and do it all again. We weren’t allowed to have music, cell phones, audio books, or anything else to help pass the time due to FAA regulations, so I had hours to see the same sights, and have the same thoughts and internal conversations. At around 3 in the morning, I would park my tug back behind the south dock and begin the walk back to the shuttle to campus. From the bus stop, it was a brief walk back to my apartment. By this time, the vast majority of the factory employees had already departed, meaning the bus ride was usually as isolated as the tug. Back in the basement abyss, the daylight blacked out by thick curtains and a “Please do not disturb, I work the graveyard shift!” sign that the previous occupant had left behind, I ended my day with some concoction of frozen meals and another episode of The Office. Occasionally, I would think about Sarah. How her hair seemed to shine as intensely as the sun. How she would nibble gently at my lower lip when she would kiss me. How she would deftly put her hair up in a ponytail and lick her lips before she would push me back towards the bed or chair... or floor and nearly attack my dick. These memories would cease thanks to my self delivered orgasm, and I hate to say it... sometimes I would cry. I would always feel ashamed. By 5am, I would be asleep, waiting for the alarm to signal that it was time to live another instance of Groundhog Day all over again. It was nearly six months into this routine that I decided it was time to get help. I knew I was depressed. I scheduled an appointment with a counselor at school on a Monday morning. I didn’t work Sunday nights, so Monday was usually my ‘live like a normal person’ day, but I knew I was going to keep going down darker and darker paths until there was no return. Fortunately by this time, the nagging memories of Sarah had faded to an occasional jolt of emotion that would strike unprovoked, but would subside after a quick orgasm. “Have you been eating alright, you look really thin...” the counselor said as I sat in the chair across from her. The question reeled in my thousand yard stare. “Umm... probably could eat better, to be honest. I don’t have much of an appetite, really.” I awkwardly responded. I had lost a significant amount of weight in the past few months. At my high school graduation, I was nearly 140lbs. At my last work physical a few days prior, I was down to 116lbs. Even at 5’6”, I was looking too thin for my frame. “Adam, this is pretty serious. I think you need to see a doctor... this may be more than you and I can handle alone. You’ve got me a bit worried.” she said with a concerned look. “Will you do that? Will you promise me that you’ll see one of our doctors?” “Yeah, I guess so. Yeah.” murmured back. “And I want you to promise me, Adam... I want you to promise me that you’ll look after yourself until then. And I want you to promise me that you’ll come back and see me after your appointment. I’m going to schedule it. Okay?” “Yeah, of course.” I said, realizing that she was genuinely worried that I would hurt myself. “I will, I promise.” She smiled at that, and attempted to give me a reassuring pat on my hand. “Maybe you should hang out with some friends until then. Maybe try and have fun... see a movie, bowl, laser tag... try and not be alone if you can help it.” she said as she escorted me to the end of the hallway of the student health center. I smiled as best I could. I hoped it to be warm, but the look on her face told me that she could see right through the facade. The walk back to my apartment seemed colder than usual. I looked around at the other people navigating their way thought the urban campus with their heads slung low to protect from the biting wind and wondered if I was alone in feeling like this, or if there were others near me right now that were struggling just as bad. Maybe if I tried, I would find others like me and we could pick each other up. If I tried... but I really didn’t feel like trying. They probably wouldn’t either. I arrived back to my apartment and sat in bed, turned on Netflix, and opened up my laptop. It wouldn’t hurt to look and see if anyone was out there. Maybe grab lunch with someone, maybe a movie. I decided to check around on some of the school forums and Facebook to see if any groups were meeting soon. I didn’t see any that really caught my interest. I eventually ended up Craigslist thinking maybe there were some groups posting on there. I browsed for a while, nothing piquing my interest. I was about to close out the page when I saw the ‘Personals’ section and decided to browse that avenue as well just for the heck of it. The ‘F for M’ section was pretty sparse, most of the women looking were significantly older, had children, or were blatantly looking for money in exchange for company. While I wasn’t seeing anything that interested me, I was finding some thrill in reading the posts. Some were witty, some funny. Some were so sexually charged that I considered responding for a split second, kids or age be damned. I navigated each section enthralled by how some people were able to put themselves out there so openly, so anonymously vulnerable. I envied their cavalier attitude and only wished I could put myself out there like they did. I kept going down the rabbit hole, page after page, profile after profile. Some of the specifics people were listing were repulsive, but many made me jealous that I didn’t have Sarah to try them with. I wasn’t really prepared for some of the detail I encountered in the ‘M for M’ section, to say the least. I had never really given much thought to gay sex, it was something that went undiscussed in sheltered small-town USA. I didn’t have any issue with gay people, but I honestly didn’t give it much more thought than that. But the level of detail described of the litany of posts from just today... I didn’t have to use my imagination much. I clicked through post after post, caught up in reading the carnal nature of the post, intrigued beyond belief by what I was reading. Most of the posts didn’t talk about love or relationships, they talked about gritty sex. They talked about gang bangs and blow-and-gos. Anonymous mouths for anonymous dicks. It was enthralling. “Loving but Firm Professional seeking Young, Inexperienced to Nurture and Teach” the title read as I scrolled down the list, measured now by minutes scrolling rather than pages. It was lost in the sea of others, but it stood out to me for some reason. I clicked the link and stared intently as the screen flickered from the main page to the posting. “Hi, thanks for reading. I’m a 38 year old legal professional looking for a young boy between 18 and 22 to teach about sexual desire. Ideal candidate is slim and naturally submissive to power, and completely inexperienced with men. I want a boy I can build from the ground up. Must have an open mind. Message me if you think this is you, you’ll know right away if it is.” Fuck. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but my heart began to race, my hands became sweaty, and my lips dry. I read and reread the post multiple times, each time exciting me more. It was as if instinct required that I replied. I straightened myself up in bed and began to search my laptop for a face picture that was generic enough to be lost in a crowd. I didn’t want this guy recognize me right away, just in case. I found a full body picture from earlier in the fall at a Halloween party back home. I didn’t dress up, but I thought I looked decent, and the ball cap I was wearing at the time obstructed part of my face. “Hello. I’m not gay, so I’m not sure why I’m replying to be honest. I've never been with a guy. I'm 18, a freshman in college. Something about your post. It struck me. I don’t even know what else to write. You don't have to write back if you don't want or if I don't fit what you say you're looking for." Attachment: 1” My heart was frantically beating in my chest as I hit send from my spam collecting Yahoo Mail account. I had felt more alive in these few minutes than I can remember feeling since moving to the city. I stared at the inbox, nearly expecting an immediate rejection reply or an email from someone back home saying they were cat-fishing and happened to reel me in. I stared at the screen for at least five minutes, barely breathing before setting the laptop down and getting up to use the restroom and grab a drink. I nearly dove across the room when I heard the ‘Ding’ signifying a new email. “Save 15% or more on car insurance with Geico”. Damn it. What the hell was I doing. I’m not gay. I’ve literally never even thought about it until 10 minutes ago, and now I’m so worked up to get the attention of someone writing on a public forum. I closed the laptop and walked over to the chair to focus in on Season 4 of The Office... yet again. Sipping on the Diet Coke and watching Dwight be Dwight and Jim be Jim, the urge to check again struck me. It had been some time, surely enough for some sort of response. I retyped the password into the Yahoo Mail page and saw the familiar ’Inbox (1)’ notification staring me in the face. I clicked, and went weak as the page opened. There it was. “Re: Seeking” I took a deep breath and clicked on the email that loaded painfully slow. “Hello. Thanks for writing. I know you. Don’t worry, not you specifically (although hard to tell with the photo so far away). I know your type though. I'm willing to bet that you just happed to stumble upon my message without really going out and looking for it. I have a feeling this is so new to you that you've really got very little desire in actually meeting anyone. If you are serious about at least meeting up and discussing more, send me a better picture. -Steve” With a slight smirk on my face, and my heart back to racing, I opened Facebook to find a better picture to send. I selected one from a family vacation in Hawaii. I had shaggy, dirty blonde hair and was standing shirtless in front of a waterfall on the Napali Coast. I was bronzed by the sun, and a smile beaming on my face. A tinge of pain hit me as I looked at the picture, I was standing there with Sarah. Her beautiful face staring up at me, a smirk affixed to her full lips, and her gorgeous body clad in a small red bikini. I drew in a deep breath and downloaded the photo to my desktop and cropped Sarah’s face and body out of the picture until only myself and the waterfall remained. “As requested. -Adam Attachment: 1” Sent. I felt as if I were going to vomit at that point. If this were a rouse, I was surely busted. It was clearly me in the photo, no mistaking that. A screencap of the conversation with my picture plastered there was surely enough to ruin any chance I had at a happy life, if malice were intended. Ding. Inbox (1) “Re: re: re: Seeking” “You’re perfect, baby. Perfect in every way. You are exactly what I was hoping you would be. My name is Steve. I’ve been pretty clear with what I’m really looking for, so I hope that you’ll understand when I say that I’m not interested in games and flaking out on meetings, etc. If you really are interested, and if you really are willing, I want to meet you face to face. Send me your phone number if you want to keep going. Attachment: 1” I double clicked the attachment, fearful that what I had conjured up in my mind would be a far stray from reality. The painfully slow wi-fi struggled to open the picture, but when it did, I was stunned. He was so handsome. Large, for sure. Not fat at all, but he had to be at least 6’6” judging by the SUV that he towered over. He had a stern smile and an intense gaze at the camera... it felt as if he took the picture specifically for me. His hair, his suit... he was the personification of masculine. I struggled to figure out how only a few hours ago I was numb and seemingly entirely heterosexual, and now I was lusting over a man. A dominant man... and I wanted it to happen so bad. I did everything I could for the next few hours to distract myself from the email. I had to be at work tonight, so no phone, no email. I knew if I wanted to go through with this, I would need to decide well before then. He was very insistent that the only content in the reply be my phone number. What if I sent it and he called while I was working? What if he began texting me with times and locations and I was unable to reply? I knew I had to decide now. Being the decisive and confident guy I am, I flipped a coin. Okay... heads, I send my phone number. Tails... I don’t. Simple. Leave it up to fate. With a deep breath, I flipped the coin into the air. Heads. “I’m serious: 555-776-2323 -Adam”

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