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  1. Hi, I hope you enjoy this story. In the past I have started lots of stories here and never finished them. I wrote this about a year ago, and posted it to fetlife. I meant it to just be a one off story but a few people asked for more and I kept going. I'm now on part 10. Since I have written so much I thought I should share it here too. It took him a few minutes realize his situation when he woke up, not in his own bed, cramped, wet and uncomfortable. He could see the white rails going up in front of him. "Dammit," he said out loud. He was laying in a 52 inch crib staring up at a stuffed animal mobile. The morning erection which would usually greet him every morning was stifled by the pink plastic cock cage, when it rolled his squished penis hurt. In an attempt to avoid this very thing he'd tried to pee really good before he went to bed, as his wet diaper now indicated. He relaxed and tried to let the pee flow, it wasn't easy but eventually he soaked the already wet nighttime diaper and even felt a little creep out into his sleeper. This was Saturday morning. Normally on a Saturday morning in Summer he'd meet his pal Ted and go fishing on his boat, he instinctively looked at his wrist, and remembered his wife took his watch away. There was no clock in the nursery, I wonder if I could still catch Jim he thought. He sat up in the crib, and thought about getting out, the rails were up be he could get over them if he wanted. Still the rule was that he wasn't allowed out of the crib until Mommy came to let him out. Getting out would be trivial but his wife had set the crib on 12 inch risers meaning that from the top of the rail down to the floor was 55 inches. He stood up and looked down over the rail. Of course the latch they had rigged up was locked with a small padlock. The same kind of small padlock that was keeping his cock locked in it's cage. It's probably really early, she's probably not even up yet. I could just go get some snips and cut the cage off, he thought about the wonderful orgasm he would whack out as soon as he got the cage off and he felt his little guy start to stiffen up and press against the cage again and he moaned in discomfort. This has got to end, he thought. "Bahh", he said as he threw a leg over the rails and got out of bed, he reached his foot down but couldn't quite touch the ground, his soaked diaper sliding against the top rail as he stretched. He tried to reach just a bit farther but lost his balance as his diaper snagged on the rail. He found himself falling and hit the floor with a thud. How the hell did I end up like this, he thought. A month earlier he was in a similar situation, laying on the floor of the guest room wearing a diaper and a cute onesie with bright pink trim and printed with hearts. His diaper was soaked and messy and he was listening to a hypnotic track on headphones, and he was happily suckling a big pink pacifier. He didn't even notice his wife walk into the room until she was looking down at him. She'd got off work early and came home to surprise him. The next few hours were rough, he explained his diaper fetish, and swore over and over again that it had nothing to do with children. His wife was shocked, then upset, then angry, really angry, then sad, really sad. She eventually packed a suitcase and left. She called the next day, and they talked on the phone for hours. Her anger had died down and she'd done research on adult babies, finding out that as he had said the fetish had nothing to do with pedophilia. That evening she came home and they had a long discussion, he explained he'd been doing this since he was a little kid, and that he didn't know why he liked to do it, but he loved it. At her request he showed her all of his stuff, his diapers, his onesies, his bottles and pacifiers. "I'm so sorry, I'm going to bag all this stuff up and throw it away," he said. "Well... I was thinking, I've always had this fantasy of being a tough in charge kind of woman," she said. He laughed, his wife was super sweet and nice and rarely wanted to be in charge of anything. "Seriously don't laugh, and since you know, we can't have a baby, it might be kind of fun if you were my baby." His eyes opened wide, words that he'd imagined his whole life just poured out of his wife's mouth. "Ummm, wha.." he stammered. "But there will be strict rules, you have to understand what hurts me more than anything about this is how you kept it away from me all this time, it's almost like you were cheating," she said. "I'm sorry," he said trying to fight back tears but losing. "It's just so, embarrassing," he said and began to sob. "Oh come to mommy," his wife said and wrapped herself around him and he cried into her shoulder while she gently rocked him back and forth, She supported his head and whispered into his ear, "Your mommies baby now and she loves you so much," in a few moments she felt his cock growing stiff and realized how incredibly horny he was. She pulled off her shirt and undid her bra, then guided her husband's mouth to one of her nipples. "Fussy baby, here you go," she gently said. While her husband latched on and suckled she alternated between rubbing the front of his pants and his nipple. Soon he was unable to control himself and was humping and grinding her legs. She undressed him and then herself then lead him to the bed where they had mind-blowing sex. His cock was harder and went deeper then she'd ever felt, he moaned in rhythm with her. "Yes, baby, yes baby," she began to say as she felt herself heading towards orgasm. "Yes mommy, yes mommy," he said back. They came together, both screaming in a mind shattering orgasm, then collapsed on the bed. "Would you like me to diaper you now?" she asked. "Nahh, I'm good," he replied. She wondered how closely his adult baby desires were connected to just having an orgasm. "That's something we'll have to work on," she said with a laugh. The next day they had the best day of their lives, something they'd always dreamed of doing together, they converted a guest bedroom into a nursery. They bought the biggest crib they could find, which wasn't really big enough, but would have to do. They bought a white table that they converted to an adult sized changing table, and some organizers for diapers and toys. They filled a cart at Baby's R Us, with all kinds of baby supplies and neither one could wipe the big smile off their face. Finally, they ordered several cases of different adult diapers. "That's a lot of diapers," he said. "Well you're going to need them," she replied
  2. Chapter 1. “So, you are probably wondering how the hell I got into this mess? Well it seemed like a good idea at the time but boy I had no idea how much it might backfire on me.” “What the hell do you mean it’s going to cost 25,000 dollars? Are you fucking nuts?” “John if you want gender reassignment surgery that’s about as cheap as it can be done for.” “But 25,000 is so much how do you expect me to come up with that in a week?” John asked his doctor. “I’m not sure kid. Your 22 have a fairly good job but your biggest problem is dwarfism. That’s why it’s costing more than normal just cause of your size.” “Doctor Nelson I know I’m small but I’m not that small.” John had always been sensitive about how small he was ever since he was young, but he didn’t want to show it not now. For now, his goal was to have his dream come true and become the women he wanted to be. “John you are barely 26 inches you can barely pass as a 2-year-old and you work for a bank helping people with their accounts. We have been over this for the last 3 years. Even with the hormone replacement therapy you did not grow at all. I’m not sure what else you want me to do.” “Please doc anything I want this more than anything else.” John begged. “John your insurance won’t pay for any of this anymore if you want it done you need to get the cash and your short on time.” Dr. Nelson was trying to be as nice as he could to John, he knew john wanted to be a woman badly and grow but Nelson knew at this rate that will never happen to John. “Please I need more than a week I’ll do anything.” John begged and pleaded to Dr. Nelson. “John I’m already seeing you today free of charge. As for the week I can’t do much about it if you stop taking the hormone’s now if could cause problems that’s why you have a week John.” Dr. Nelson hated to be this mean to John, but he didn’t have much of a choice John had taken too long to want it done and been too scared and now Insurance said it must stop. “Dr. Nelson please I want to be happy I want a new life. I want to be happy and be who I truly am.” John broke down crying. “Please.” John knew it was his own fault, but he had been so scared and so alone he had no idea what to do. John was having thoughts of ways to get the money he needed, and he knew if he did them it would be a big risk, but he had no choice anymore he was out of time. He couldn’t count on his family they had all disowned him and left him when he started treatment to become a woman. He was all alone and he knew it. “John, I care deeply for you I want you to know that I know you have had a hard life but your out of options now. Dr. Nelson thought for a moment before he finished. “If you do find a way to get the money, I will do the operation and I will do something that breaks a lot of doctor codes.” John was worried now just what did his doctor have in mind to help him. “Cause of how small you are I will ask someone to help me get you a new identity if you want. Meaning once the operation is done you will have a new name new everything but that’s up to you. I will save you time and money but it’s only if you can get the money in the next week.” Dr. Nelson had a good idea of what John what thinking right now, and he was hoping if the kid did do it, he could get away with it. John had an idea, but he would have to be quick if he got caught, he would go to jail, and he would not last long in jail at his height. John was going to take the money from his job. He would have to do it quick and wire himself the money and get the operation done before his job knew. He would then need to disappear. “Fine I’ll have the money for you in a few days. Are you sure you can get me a new identity?” John knew if he couldn’t he was screwed. “Sounds like a plan. Have you told anyone about the name you picked Amelia?” “No one knows but you Dr.” John answered. “Good keep it that way. Now I wish you the best of luck.” Dr. Nelson watched as John left. Dr. Nelson picks up the phone and calls his friend. “I’m going to need your help I got a real sad case and I know this kid is doing to do something dumb.” Nelson said. “How dumb are we talking?” the other person on the phone said. “I have a feeling the kid is going to steal the money. The problem is of how small he is, it won’t be hard to find him.” “Ok so I’m guessing this one is going to be a lot harder than the last one a few years back?” “Yeah I’m also going to put in the record it was plastic surgery so that way he will have a better chance at his new life.” Nelson said. “So, what kind of work I need to do?” “Well once he gets the money, he wants to become a woman so I’m going to do that and lie on is records and give her a chance at a new life.” “Ok girl identity got you. Send me his info and I’ll get started on our new girl.” Nelson hung up his phone knowing the money John is getting will only cover his new Identity but he wasn’t going to tell the kid that he was going to do this one out of the goodness of his heart he really felt for the kid. He just hoped the kid would be ok the next few days. John left the Doctors office with an idea and he knew he had to do it tomorrow. After that he had 2 weeks off to disappear. John walked back to his one room apartment opening the door before locking it behind him and falling to the floor crying. “Why did I have to wait so long…” He cried into his arms.” I should have got it done when I had the chance now, I’m left to this.” John looked at his him and saw the cuts and scars on them. This was his chance to be happy he didn’t care how he wanted happiness he knew it was wrong what he was going to do but it was life or death to him. John sat in front of the door for hours before getting up and going to the bathroom then heading to bed dreading what would come tomorrow. John laid in bed knowing if he messed up even a bit, he would die in jail he knew tomorrow had to be perfect. John woke up the next morning dreading the day and what was to happen. He got in the shower and turned the water as hot as he could stand it. “Today will be my last day here, can’t say I’m going to miss the place at least I don’t have anything here I care for.” John turned off the water and got out of the shower being heading to his room to get dressed. He was sick of having to dress up in kid’s clothes but at his size he had no choice and he hated it. John finished getting dressed before grabbing a snack bar and walking to his door. “I’ll can’t say I’ll miss you but thanks for taking care of me the last few years.” John opened the front door before walking though and closing it behind him locking the door then sliding it under the door knowing he won’t be coming back. It felt like a long walk to work for him, longer then it normally was. He could see office building a few blocks away and he was scared to death. John walked in the front door and was greeted as always before he headed up to accounting to where he had worked for the last 3 years. As normal for John no one said hi to him or anything as he made his way to his floor, to him now that was a good thing at least he felt a little better. John sat down at his desk and began his task wiring himself enough money to do what he needed. John had been working at it now for an hour making sure it would take them a while to find what he did he hoped. Now he just had to do minor work tell lunch then get out as quick as he could. John couldn’t help but watch the clock as time slowly ticked by for him, after what seemed like hours it was finally lunch time he made sure to lock his pc so it would take longer and slowly made his way down to the first floor and out of the building before heading the 5 blocks to his bank. As always, he got carded by the teller thinking he was just kid, but he didn’t care at this moment he had to get his money and jet. “Ok sir how would you like your money?” “100’s if possible and quickly if you can please, I need to get back to the car lot.” He lied hoping she might go faster and that she might by it She counts the money in front him before handing him a small bad with the bills that he slips inside his work case he has making sure no one see it. “Thank you.” John says. “Have a great day sir.” “I will miss thanks again.” John couldn’t get out of there fast enough now that he had the money, he had to move quick. He ran the 3 miles to his doctor’s office hoping he was in. “Hello is Dr. Nelson in?” John asked. “Oh, wow hi again John, yes he’s in and he’s free I’ll let him know you’re here.” Nelson secretary said. “Wow he’s works quick I didn’t think he would do it this soon. You can send him back to me and I’ll get him set. Page the nurses.” Dr. Nelson said to his secretary. John walked back to Nelson office and saw him sitting at his desk again. “Ok’ I got the money in cash will that work?” John hoped the answer was yes if not he was screwed now. “Yes, John that will work. Are you sure you want this?” Nelson knew he did but he still felt like he should ask. “Yes, please I’m ready I want this done and quickly.” John had to hurry he had no idea how long it might be before his work found out what he had done. “Ok let’s see the money then I’ll take you back to get ready.” Nelson said. John opened his work case and pulled out the bag inside before pulling out a stack of bills for the doctor. “Ok john let’s head back.” Nelson trusted john enough not to worry about it all being there he knew if he didn’t help john the odds of john killing himself were almost 100 percent and he couldn’t live with that he wanted john to be happy after seeing him for so long. John followed the doctor to a back room used for surgery and saw that there were already 4 nurses ready. “Ok john these nurses are going to get you ready while I get ready myself just do what they say ok?” “Yes sir.” John answered. “This way john please follow us.” John felt so small as he followed the tall nurses. They took him into a small bathroom with a tub. “Ok john we are going to remove your body hair and then make sure you are fully clean. Sound good hun?” “Yes ma’am” John answered. “Ok baby this might sting a bit.” The nurses quickly had him naked as he tried to cover himself. John never did have much hair so he knew this wouldn’t be too bad. The nurses quickly applied a cream over his body then sat back and waited 10 minutes. To john it didn’t hurt really at all or even burn him, but he was happy about that. “Ok hun my name is Amanda I’m going to pick you up and put you in the bath already sweetie?” John was not a fan of baby talk but at the same time he was used to it after years of people doing it to him. “Ok.” Amanda picked John up and carried him over to the bathtub before her and the other nurses started cleaning him from head to toe. The whole cleaning took about 20 minutes, but he could swear he was cleaner than he had ever been. “Ok follow us back to the operating room dear.” Amanda says to John. John followed the nurses back to the room where he saw Dr. Nelson waiting for him. “Are you ready for this. This is your last chance to back out.” Nelson says to John. “I’m ready let’s do this please.” John said politely. “Ok help him up on the table and strap him down.” The nurses picked John up and strapping him down to the table making sure to place his small legs in the stirrups. “Last chance John.” Amanda says while Nelson is getting his tools ready. “It’s ok Amanda I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.” John said. “Ok dear I hope you can be happy now.” Amanda grabs the I.V and slowly puts it in Johns arm and watch’s him as he starts to get sleepy before he is fully asleep. “Ok remember what was said right?” Nelson asked. “Yep if anyone ask’s John was not here today and hasn’t been since yesterday.” Amanda said as the rest of the nurses nodded. “Thank I really owe you for this.” Nelson says “Any time this little guy. Soon to be little girl has earned it for what she has been though. Does she know everything you’re going to do?” Amanda asked. “No, I just told her I was going to make her a woman I kept the rest secret knowing it would be needed if he did what I think he did today.” “He stole that from his work didn’t yet.” Amanda asked “Yep I think so. So, we are not only making him a woman but changing his voice and doing a few minor body changes so if anyone where to look she will look 100% like a girl born and raised.” Dr. Nelson said. “Smart this little angel wouldn’t last 1 minute in jail.” One of his other nurses said. “Well let’s get to work I’ll work below Amanda you work on his voice; the rest please assist where needed.” Nelson said. “Yes sir.” All 4 women said at once. Dr. Nelson had to get his smallest tools for this he had never worked on someone with dwarfism before and this was a first for him. It took almost 4 hours for him to do it, but Johns penis was gone now for good and if anyone looked, he would look like a girl. The only thing John would not have is a womb if anyone looked. “Ok I’m almost done here Amanda how are you.” “Well I got the voice fixed and did some minor facial changes.” Amanda answered. “Ok let’s take a good look over and make sure everything looks great. Dr Nelson looked John soon to be Amelia over and was amazed at how good a job they had done. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say she looks no older then 3 or 4. You did an amazing job on her face and made such small cuts that it should heal quickly.” Dr. Nelson said. “You did tell your friend how old she is to be right?” Amanda asked. “Yeah I told him 22-year-old girl with dwarfism. I also told him to make her either a bit younger or older to make it believe able.” Dr Nelson said. “Well we need to get her moved somewhere to heal for a bit before we get her set up for a week to finish healing.” Amanda said. “Let’s put her in the recovery room we have for kids for now. In case anyone comes by.” Nelson said. Amelia woke up after being asleep for over a week to heal and she can say she felt sore still. “Hello?’ Amelia jumped a bit at the sound of her voice she sounded like a little girl perfectly. Amanda heard Amelia and walked into the room. “Well hello sweetie how are we feeling?” “Sore and why is my voice so high?” Amelia asked. “We did that so no matter what you would pass a girl. And yes, everything went well your 100% girl now hun.” Amanda said seeing how big Amelia’s smile was. “On paper right now, your name is Amelia and you came in here to get facial reconstruction from a car crash. “Oh. Has anyone looked for me?” Amelia asked. “Yes about 2 days ago and we told them you got pissed at Dr. Nelson the day before and said u were leaving town.” Amanda answered. “Thank I owe you all.” Amelia wanted to cry at all they had done for her. “Hun it’s fine we just want to see you happy.” Amanda reached down and gently hugged Amelia careful not to hurt her. “You will be here a few more days before you get your new identity. The day you get that Dr. Nelson is going to give you some money and have someone give you a ride out of the state after that it’s up to you where you go.” Amanda said while still hugging Amelia. “Get some rest ok hun you need to recover more before you can go.” Amanda whispered in Amelia’s ear. Amanda walked over and put some pain killers in Amelia’s I.V and watched as the small girl fell back asleep. Amanda walked back to Dr. Nelson’s office. “She woke up sore I gave her some pain killers and something to help her sleep too.” Amanda said. “Good let’s keep her asleep as much as possible so she can heal. I have everything right now set up and my friend says he will give her, her new Identity once she gets to her new state.” Nelson said. “Where is she going anyways?” Amanda asked. “California the north part of it. After that where she goes is up to her. I plan on giving her 1,000 dollars to start off with and a prepaid credit card with 3,000 dollars for a place to stay for a bit.” “It’s nice you care so much for her.” Amanda said as she saw him think for a minute. “I’ve learned a lot about John as a person for the last few years and after hearing about his live no one should live like that even someone his size. I feel like his family were monsters to him and I guess I just felt really sorry for him.” “Well he finally has his dream. And boy is she an adorable girl now.” Amanda says. “Thanks for all the help with this. You and the rest everyone helped a lot. “After seeing John for 3 years we all wanted to help him, and you gave us the chance.” Amanda said with a smile. “Thank again I mean it.” Nelson said. “It’s fine let’s get back to work though we got a lot to do.” Before Amelia knew it, she was awake again and it was time for her to leave to her new home. “Thanks for the help everyone.” Amelia said to the nurses and Nelson who were in her room ready to see her off. Amanda had Amelia a bag and a backpack her size in normal colors. “These have new clothes for you to wear and I made sure to get the most adult looking ones too sweetie.” Amanda said with a smile. “Thank you for the clothes Amanda.” Amelia smiled back and hugged Amanda. “I got something for you too Amelia. Dr. Nelson hands Amelia a small purse that looks like something a little girl would have. “It has some cash and a card to use for a place to stay. And because it looks like it’s something for a little girl no one will think anything of it.” Nelson smiled. “Thank you all I mean it.” Amelia said from the bottom of her heart. “It’s ok hun now let’s get you going, you have a new home to get to.” Everyone followed behind Amelia to the front door where a car with a trust friend of Nelson’s waited. Amanda then Nelson then the rest of the nurses all gave Amelia a hug. “Take care Amelia we wish you the best.” Amanda kisses Amelia on the head before Amelia gets in the car and shuts the door. Amelia rolls down the window and waves. “Thanks again I owe you.” Amelia says as the car starts to drive off away from everyone waving. “I’m going to miss her.” Amanda said crying into Nelson shoulder. “It’s ok I will to, but I will make sure to try and keep tabs on her to make sure she does ok.” “Thank I worry about her.” Amanda says sobbing now. “I do too I just hope she can live a happy life now. Amanda saw the car going out of sight tell she could no longer see it and sobbed more into Nelson shoulder.
  3. Hi All, This is my first story in a long while. It's 11 chapters and about 14,500 words; I'm not sure if I'll be writing a 12th chapter or if I'm happy with where it is. I'll be posting a chapter a day for the next 10 or so days. I'll post the first two here tonight... I appreciate your support and your feedback; I hope you enjoy!!! Emsy Chapter 1 - FRESH Coleridge Towers wasn’t the most luxurious building in the City, but it certainly was luxurious. It had old-school charm—uniformed doormen and 24-hour concierge service—along with more modern amenities that befit its early 1960s construction, like a fitness center with an indoor pool and central air conditioning. And while East 54th and 2nd was not the most happening neighborhood or the coolest address, Abigail needed someplace safe and convenient to work. The tiny studio was relatively inexpensive, especially for something in midtown, and while it didn’t have a fancy view, Abigail was excited to have found something that barely fit in her budget. While the apartment fit in her budget, Abigail definitely did not fit in socially with the Coleridge Towers crowd. “Any packages for me, Mark?” she’d asked at the front desk on her third day in the building. The concierge seemed flustered. “Hi Abby, please give me a sec” he said quietly, turning his attention back to a middle-aged woman glaring at her. “As I was saying …” the woman continued. “MARK, come on, really, is there a package for me there or not?” Couldn’t this lady wait for just a second? “Before I was rudely interrupted,” the woman said, staring daggers at Abby. Abigail looked at the ground and gritted her teeth, determined not to show how frustrated she was to have to wait as the lady droned on and on. “There dear,” said the older woman finishing her business at the desk, “things tend to go better for little girls who wait their turn.” Abby blushed and bit back an insult, rolling her eyes dramatically and sighing. The woman seemed unaffected by her show of annoyance. Some days, Abby knew, that’s just what it was to be trans and tall and visible: some asshole was there to knock her down and she couldn’t stoop to their level. “Who was that witch?” Abby asked the concierge loudly as the older woman finally started to walk away. She hoped that the lady heard her, but the woman showed no signs of annoyance. Mark handed her the giant package that was waiting for her. “Evelyn Matson? I’d watch out for her if I were you, Abby. She’s lived here forever and she’s just… peculiar.” “You mean rude for no reason?” The “little girls” remark, while gender affirming, still stung. Mark shrugged. “Everyone who lives here long enough has a run-in with Miss Evelyn some way or another. It’s easier just to try and not antagonize her” Abby didn’t see Evelyn Matson for the next few weeks, and a day or so after the unpleasant incident at the desk, she stopped thinking about her, too. Near the end of October, on her way to work, she saw her again in the elevator. It was one of those late fall days where the weather is unseasonably warm, and Abby was ready for her Friday dress down at work. Evelyn was already on the elevator when it arrived on the 14th floor. “Are you on your way to work, dear?” Evelyn asked, as Abby stepped on. “Um, good morning. Yes, I am,” Abby replied. Evelyn’s eyes lingered for what seemed like a few moments longer than necessary, staring at her bare legs underneath the short skirt. “Are you sure you won’t be…” Evelyn seemed to pause and look for the right words, “too cold?” “Nope!” Abby answered cheerfully, “I’m pretty warm-blooded!” Ugh, she thought, how annoying. Best to kill her with kindness. “Hmm… Are you sure you mightn’t want some stockings?” Five more floors to go. “No thank you! I know how to pick out clothes. Byeee!” Abby’s voice fairly dripped with sarcasm. Three more floors before she could escape. “And telling someone ‘Byeee,’” Evelyn said imitating her drawn-out pronunciation of the word sarcastically, “you think that’s an appropriate way to speak to someone who’s trying to help you?” “Oh, only when the person trying to ‘help me’ is being a total bitch!” she answered with fake cheerfulness, using her hands to put air quotes around the words. The elevator doors thankfully opened before Evelyn could retort, and Abby practically ran to the front door. What was this lady’s problem with her? She huffed as the doorman opened the door for her and she stepped into the brisk fall morning. It was hard enough being the only queer person for like 10 blocks in either direction. Why did this lady insist on making her so uncomfortable? “That girl,” she heard behind her, as Evelyn loudly struck up a conversation with the doorman. By the time she’d swiped her MetroCard and made her way onto the northbound Q train she’d made up her mind: no more Miss Nice Girl, next time, she was just going to confront Evelyn directly. Chapter 2 - VIEW FROM THE 26TH FLOOR Contrary to popular belief, Evelyn Matson had not lived in Coleridge Towers forever. She’d purchased her unit 10 or so years ago because she loved the sweeping southeast views of the city and the river from the 26th floor. She’d liked it so much that when the penthouse unit above her had come on the market, with its ridiculously large private balcony, she’d purchased that one, too, and combined the units together. She’d knocked out the bedroom walls downstairs to create more living space and converted the upstairs unit into bedrooms. In the mornings, she loved to sit above the City’s hustle and bustle and bask in the morning breezes just after she got out of bed as she waited for the coffee to finish its preprogramed cycle in the upstairs kitchenette. This morning, however, as she sipped her coffee and looked out toward the the river, she was perturbed. And Evelyn Matson was not a woman who liked to be perturbed. It had to do with the new girl in the building, Abigail something-or-other who had moved into one of the rental studios on the 14th floor. She recalled her interaction with her in the elevator yesterday: the gangly girl was cute, somehow uncomfortable in her own skin, not unattractive, but certainly not well-mannered. She was petulant. No, Evelyn thought, sipping her too-hot coffee, that wasn’t the right word. As an educated person, Evelyn felt obligated to find the proper word. She blew on the coffee and waited a few seconds before taking a satisfying slurp. Fresh. That was the right word. At 42, Evelyn had never called a young person “fresh” before, but that was precisely what she was. The too-revealing clothes, the childish eye rolls, the air quotes, the bratty attitude, the interrupting. Yes… “Fresh” sounded like something that her mother would call a young lady like Abigail and it fit perfectly. A young woman in need of guidance and discipline. The coffee was no longer too hot, and Evelyn was determined to get to know this Abigail whoseit better. She thought again of the creamy white thighs in the elevator, the subtle curve of her bottom visible through the slit in the trench coat and smiled to herself; she was certainly not unattractive. And the ”Good Out Here” rainbow t-shirt suggested a certain… openness and, perhaps, kinship. She smiled to herself. To say that Evelyn had a plan would have been to give her far too much credit. Evelyn didn’t need plans; she simply determined that she would do things, and through sheer force of will, they happened. It had been this way since her parents died when she was young: a combination of willpower and wealth meant that little stood in her way. On her way out of the building, she stopped to chat with Mark for a moment, exchanging pleasantries. “What do you know about the new girl? Tall girl, 14th floor, renter I assume?” Mark nodded. “You know, the one who interrupted us when we were speaking the other day?” “Oh, Abigail Lawrence?” Mark shifted uncomfortably. “She just moved into 14L recently. A studio. No dishwasher, hasn’t been renovated.” Mark paused, and while Evelyn didn’t ask any follow up questions, the intensity of her attention drove him to expand. “She has a little dog, a yorkie? Its name is Apples.” “Boyfriend, girlfriend, visitors?” “None that I’m aware of. She’s a teacher at Selborne.” “Selborne? Really?” Evelyn was surprised. The girl must be whipsmart to teach at one of the most exclusive all-girls private schools in the City. “What does she teach?” “English I think? It’s only her first year there, though, and she’s still finishing her master’s during weekend and summer breaks.” As she walked the four blocks to her office to do a bit of drafting work on the quiet Saturday morning, Evelyn considered how surprising it was that Abigail had managed to land a job at Selborne. “Progressive” in name only, it was the kind of old-money school that her parents had chosen for her, and Abigail’s choice of clothes certainly didn’t fit with the conservative image that the school cultivated with its uniforms and exclusivity. Evelyn wasn’t the only one who had noticed that Abigail’s clothes didn’t exactly fit the Selborne image. On Friday afternoon during the last period of the day, Abigail was sitting in the teacher’s lounge when the Dean for Student Affairs, Ms. Thompson, stopped in and asked to speak with Abigail in her office. “How’s it going so far with the 10th graders, dear?” “Fine, thank you.” Sitting in Ms. Thompson’s office, the skirt felt especially too short and her confidence from earlier in the day evaporated. Should she cross her legs? “We’re working through Milton now, and it’s such a pleasure to read with the girls.” “Oh? I’ve always been partial to Paradise Lost myself. ‘Into this wild Abyss/The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave-/Of neither sea nor shore nor air nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/Confusedly and which thus might ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,--/Into the wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while…’” “I love that moment,” Abby began, “the vulnerability that Satan feels, the uncertainty. His dependance on God, but also his bravery…” Mrs. Thompson was struck again by how much she liked Abigail; she was a careful reader, and she had the potential to be a wonderful teacher. And being just 10 or 12 years older than the girls she taught, she was relatable, too. It was no wonder that the girls had taken such a shine to her. As they talked about the book, Abby seemed to lose herself in the language, and Mrs. Thompson shifted the conversation to her purpose with regret. “In any case, I’ve had some complaints that I wanted to address with you.” Abigail’s blood turned to ice. Not this. Not again. She felt the tears well up and start to fall softly. Fired for being too trans? Too queer? For wearing the gay pride shirt? Stupid, stupid, stupid, she scolded herself, I should have known that I was pushing it… “It’s about your skirt, dear. It’s a bit… more revealing… than what we generally consider to be appropriate for a young woman. Now, as a role model for young ladies, we place the utmost importance on ensuring…” Abigail’s tears turned momentarily into tears of relief, and then into humiliation. She should have listened to that bitch in the elevator who made the nasty stockings comment. She took the proffered tissue and wiped her eyes to try and preserve some degree of dignity. She made out the words “leggings” and “only a warning” while trying to pull herself together. “And of course, if you ever want advice, you’re welcome to come to me.” “Thank you,” Abby said tearfully as she finished blotting her eyes. “I appreciate it.” In reality, Abby did not appreciate it. She did not appreciate it at all. As she fled the office and the school for the weekend, she considered that asking for advice about her wardrobe from Ms. Thompson was about as likely as Satan in Paradise Lost returning to God’s good graces. Back in 14L, there was no need to even pull the curtains to enjoy the privacy of a good cry in her tiny, dark studio. At least this was hers, and no one could take that from her, she thought, as she curled up under the covers of the full-sized bed that dominated the space. She took her pills early, letting bitter progesterone dissolve under her tongue. She hugged her teddy bear, Stephen, and drifted off to sleep. Her dreams that night were ultra-realistic and terrifying. When she woke up the next morning, her sheets were soaked, like they always were when she had bad dreams.
  4. It's been a while since I've written or read anything ABDL related. Some of you, like me, feel the compulsion come in waves. One such wave struck today, and I ended up writing this as a form of therapy. Obviously I didn't fall into the Diaper Dimension, but I have a different happy ending of sorts. Still, it's a beautiful dream, and I hope you enjoy it. *** I remember the Before Time in dreams. There, I’m still a little girl’s heart in a grown man’s body, lost in too large a world, regardless of size. There, the cold is all consuming, and always finds me no matter where I hide; no matter how many blankets I use to smother my bed. At my age I should know better - be better, stronger; know by instinct how to navigate this life I was always destined for, outside the nest and out of my mother’s arms. Except that I never had a Mum, or even much of a Dad. Growing up I watched friends with whole families who could afford to take love for granted. What love I had were table scraps, but after a while you make peace with starvation. You learn to survive as best you can. Nobody wants to hear a grown man cry about a lost childhood, so I stomped it down and did the next best thing - tried to lose myself in the arms of women. I can still see her face, although it was many faces. Steph, Jenn, Lisa - different people, but similar in the loneliness I felt with them. I guess you could say I had a type. In all of them I saw the same smile; joyous laughter waning into tight, long-suffering grins, and eyes that sought out a man through his ever-present despair. How could I forget the looks on their faces when I told them the ugly truth? What was inside me, that she was still a child, and that she was lonely. Sometimes confusion, sometimes disgust, and sometimes anger in defiance of my words. Anything to avoid the fact that they didn’t love a man, but a twisted ‘thing’ in a man costume. “What do you expect me to do about it?” she/they snapped. “I’m not your mother. I’m not here to kiss your boo-boos better.” As if I ever knew what that was like. Such was life in the Before Time; a waking nightmare suffered until death. I wasn’t even awake before I started crying. The bars of my crib were a haze through the salty tears. Big feelings filled my chest, and next I knew I was wailing at the top of my lungs! The Before Times were over, but their memory still followed wherever I went. Then Mommy appeared, just like she did the first time - as an angel stealing me up for the rapture. My back and my torso slid into her hands, feeling her warmth flowing into me, already sapping the sadness. Hers was the power to reach into my chest and lift the weight that held me below the surface. “It’s alright, babygirl,” she cooed. Babygirl - not a yucky boy, but a princess who needed her Mommy; who was safe and never wanting for kindness. I loved my long, auburn locks; my pastel pink sleeper and all my pretty dresses - and the larger than life woman who adored them all; adored me! I clung to her as though my life depended on it, and with my head resting on her breast soothed to the gentle beat of her heart. And she held me back, bouncing me in her arms and stroking between my shoulders. Of course she took the time to do a sneaky diaper check - I was soaked like I was every morning, but that was a later problem. The nightmare eased its claws but still lingered. It plucked the strings of shame, echoing voices long since passed. My little hands pawed at Mommy’s nightshirt, desperate to get closer than close. A cold shiver ran over my skin as the tsunami threatened to come crashing down, pulling me to depths not even Mommy could reach. How could someone as sweet and as wonderful as her ever want someone like me? I grasped for an answer, but fell short. The trap door fell open and I fell once more into the dark. “You should’a left me,” I said. “I know dat I’m a bad girl, an’ I’m broken, an’ need to grow up, an’-” Mommy hushed me and bounced me higher to her shoulder. She cradled my head and rocked me back and forth, and never once made my panic her own. I smelled her hair and the warmth of her skin, and evaporated into a sea of love; love that I didn’t understand - and still don’t - but craved for longer than I could say. “It’s alright, little one. Mommy’s here now,” she sang. “You’re a good girl, you’re a sweet girl, and you’re a loved girl. You’re not broken; just hurt, and that’s okay. I still love you, just the way you are.” And I believed her. She loved me - me, who is a girl; not a yucky boy in an ill-fitting suit. Me, who thought that love was a beautiful lie, who wasn’t allowed to be pretty, who was taught to swallow pain no matter how great. Against everything I knew Mommy appeared, and with her voice, her touch and her caring the world became small again; soft and safe in the way a little girl needs. Some call this dimension a curse, but for me it’s the greatest miracle. It brought me to Mommy, and given the choice I’d fall into it all over again.
  5. Ok I've already had 2 agonizing UTIs when I was a teenager and 1 of the worst part was my testicles swelling up to size of baseballs and causing agonizing pain for about 2 weeks the first time and a month the second time I've always practiced good hygiene went to restroom frequently and drank cranberry juice but now I'm having all the same symptoms now as the 1st and second utis I have no intention of ever having children nor does my gf so wont to get my testicles removed I have no use for them what so ever all they do is make me uncomfortable in my diaper and bang against my legs when I exercise so I've made my decision I wont the filthy bastards gone snip snip snip gone GONE so if theres any transgender people who would feel fine telling where to find a willing doctor and what I have to say just to get them to cut my balls off and stop I would be very appreciative my current doctor keeps insisting that I want to keep my balls wont tell me anything about the process of getting rid of those nasty painful lumps they call testicles I realize I'd have to take testosterone supplements the rest of my life but if that stops me from dry heaving green vile and feeling like my ball are on fire its totally worth it
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