Halloween X-- Story

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HALLOWEEN X

by

Hal

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Dana Scully entered the basement office apprehensively. It was

late afternoon, Halloween, and she and Mulder had recently argued.

He had been in high dudgeon all day, and now she would have to try

to smooth things over.

It was the usual subject. He wanted more out their sex life. She

still suffered from the constraints of her Catholic upbringing.

It was difficult enough working on the X Files, dealing with

government conspiracies and the paranormal. She and Mulder had

complicated things further by falling in love.

She loved Mulder, trusted him implicitly. Yet there was an island

within her, an emotional barrier that she let no person breach.

Mulder knew this, sensed this, and it eventually made him angry

that she would not let him past her emotional defenses.

She was strong, competent, and accomplished. She was an

independent career woman. Yet beneath the calm, cool exterior,

a secret lurked that was so shameful and humiliating that she

could hardly admit it to herself.

Dana Scully wanted to be spanked.

The more dominant part of her personality balked at that. Yet

there was still a small voice within that refused to remain silent.

In a clinical, detached way she could understand her own psychology.

She knew the seeds had been planted in her own childhood.

Her father had been a strict naval officer, stern but fair. He

believed in corporal punishment. Dana, though a quiet, thoughtful

child, had more than once been taken across his knee for some

infraction.

Often absent because of his official duties, Scully adored her

father. More than once she had deliberately gotten herself in

trouble in an effort to capture his attention.

And capture it she did. Kicking and crying over his lap, her

cotton pantied bottom had burned with a red hot heat.

Major infractions would sometimes result in a bare bottom spanking,

and these would leave her a crying pool of jelly. Yet there was

a definite core of satisfaction...and a growing sense of sexual

excitement.

Not that she wanted her father in that way. No, it was the

humiliation, the embarrassment that SHE could be treated so.

Growing up, she was mature beyond her years. Punishments and

spankings were for other children. Though she had learned

differently, it still rankled, even all these years later.

Her strict, Catholic up bringing was the last piece of the puzzle.

The nuns and their penalties, the plaid school jumper, the canings

on her young ass cheeks with tight cotton briefs exposed -— all

this had provided the glue that bound her earlier experiences with

corporal punishment together with her budding sexuality.

Of course, the older and more accomplished she became, the more

humiliating it was to imagine herself reduced to a spanked, crying

child. The fall from self-sufficient adulthood was greater, so to

speak.

All this went through her head as she approached his desk.

"Still mad?" she said in a light tone, hoping to keep things breezy.

He looked up at her from his chair, eyes taking her in.

"No," he replied. "Just disappointed. I trust you with my life,

Scully. I have no secrets from you. I'd do anything to make you

happy. But I can't do that if you keep holding back…"

She bit her lip. This was difficult.

"It's complicated, Mulder," she sighed. "I'm just not ready...."

"I may know more than you think, Scully. I'm an Oxford trained

psychologist after all. I can dot the I's and cross the T's.

Besides your mother, I probably know you better than anyone

alive...."

Her heart began beating rapidly. Could he actually have guessed?

No, it was impossible! Mulder was good, but not that good.

Still....

Further conversation was eclipsed as one of the overhead

fluorescent lights flicked and went out.

"Saved by the bulb," she said.

She walked over to the storage cabinet and grabbed a spare, along

with a small stool. The light was in the middle of the room, on

the ceiling above and in front of Mulder's desk.

Kicking off her high heeled pumps and also taking off her suit

jacket, she stepped on the stool, welcoming the respite from the

difficult conversation.

She saw Mulder purse his lips in frustration, but then suddenly he

relaxed. His face softened from the scowl he had been wearing, and

Scully had the impression he had come to a decision.

Grabbing his cell phone and jacket, he got up from his chair and

came around the desk.

"I'll be back in a few minutes. I've got to take care of something.

You ok here?" he said, looking up at the light.

She nodded, glad that he seemed to have recovered his good humor.

With a wave he left the room.

He was probably going up to the 8th floor, she speculated. The

F.B.I. had introduced on-site day care the year before, and there

was a Halloween party scheduled this evening right after work.

Mulder had a bit of a sweet tooth and he was probably looking for

some candy.

Candy? EYE candy perhaps? Scully frowned at this nasty

possibility. Could Mulder have gone to see Holly?

Holly was Deputy Director Skinner's administration assistant, and

she made no secret about her interest in Mulder.

As if Mulder could ever be interested in that bimbo. She was more

than a match for Holly in every way -- but the stubborn girl never

seemed to give up trying.

She and all the other vapid, admin assistants. Mulder had quite

the following.

She smiled to herself. Mulder belonged to HER.

She dismissed these idle thoughts and turned her attention to the

task at hand.

The stupid tube didn't want to come out of its socket. She toyed

with the idea of just calling maintenance, but her self-sufficient

manner wouldn't allow it.

The issue was leverage she told herself, bracing her hands on the

ceiling while examining the problem.

In the midst of this, Mulder came back carrying a large closed box

and a gym bag. He threw the bag on the couch and placed the box on

his desk.

"Did you go shopping?" she asked.

He ignored her question. With a thump, he sat down in his chair.

"Still at that?" he asked, pointing at the ceiling

"The bulb is stuck," she replied, her eyes glancing at him.

He said nothing for a few moments, apparently delighted by the

sight of her arms extended above her head, raising the line of her

breasts. Of course she wasn't wearing her suit jacket. She had to

admit to herself that she had removed it in order for him to better

see her figure.

The pants of her suit were a little tight as well. No doubt he was

getting an eyeful as she wiggled her tight-panted ass on the stool.

"Keep going, F.B.I. woman," he said in his best lecherous tone.

"Mullllder..." she droned out, admonishing him with a single word.

He leaned back, his eyes slightly hooded as he drank in the sight

of her.

"Are you wearing underwear, Scully?" he ventured, after a moment's

thoughtful consideration.

She turned slightly sidewise to him and blushed. The comment had

caught her off guard.

Of course I'm wearing undies, she thought to herself. What kind of

girl do you think I am?

Still, she owed Mulder a stinging reply.

"God, Mulder, you're impossible...it always comes down to that,

doesn't it? A little bit of lace, an exposed bra strap or two,

and men's minds become befuddled...."

She was secretly pleased at his interest, for all her outraged

protestations.

Mulder merely shifted in his chair before replying.

"In this case, I really don't have to ask. For instance, I can

tell you're wearing pantyhose. I suppose it might be knee highs,

but somehow I doubt it. For another, those pants are a little

tight, and I believe I can just make out a hint of panty line...and

you were never were one to wear a thong, were you?"

He said this last with a knowing smile.

"And of course, I can see your bra through the silk blouse," he

added, twisting the teasing knife in a little further.

Scully continued to brace both hands on the ceiling and looked

directly at him.

"We are NOT going to have a discussion about my underwear, is that

clear?" she had stated firmly. "My underpants are NOT your

concern!"

Inwardly she fumed. Panty lines indeed! As if she would ever

commit that fashion faux pas.

Mulder switched tactics.

"You know Scully, Halloween is here. I thought after work we could

go up to the day care center. They're having a party for the kids.

Everyone will be in costumes. I'd love to see you in your old

school uniform, your hair in pigtails, cotton panties peeking out

from the hem of your jumper...."

He said this last as he stood up. Crossing the room, he went past

her on the stool and towards the door of the office. He threw the

dead bolt.

Scully caught her breath. Her color was high, her heart pounding.

Mulder had been teasing, playfully trying to get a rise out of her.

It was his attempt to get back for the earlier argument. However,

he had unknowingly stumbled on to one of the most carefully guarded

secrets of her sexuality.

She composed herself as best she could before she dared answer him.

"Mulder, you're a pervert. I'm a grown woman. Career professionals

don't run around in school jumpers with their white cotton panties

on display. God, the indignity! Are you so afraid of an adult

woman professional that you have to reduce her to a stereotypical

male fantasy role just to interact with her?"

"Not at all," he replied calmly, her rebuke having no effect on his

teasing demeanor. "I just thought that Halloween might give you a

chance to dress in HONEST clothes for a change...."

Scully gasped inwardly. Could Mulder actually know her secret? It

was impossible!

"Does you mother know you're wearing her suit, Scully?" Mulder

said, continuing to tease her. You'll have to take off that

COSTUME you're currently wearing for a more realistic one...."

Scully was flustered, the words hitting her like little bullets of

truth. She was not wearing her mother's clothes! They were hers!

She was NOT a little schoolgirl! She had a right to wear these

pants and her big girl undies. She didn't belong in a school

uniform, reduced to being a panty exposed little girl!

She was about to give Mulder a piece of her mind when he suddenly

reached up and undid the button of her slacks. He gave a hearty a

pull and in an instant, they were down around her ankles.

"My pants!" she cried.

"You're not old enough to wear them," he said.

"OH!" she cried.

She couldn't believe she was standing there in the middle of the

office, pants pulled down and pooled around her ankles.

She was not some underpants-exposed bimbo in a porn movie!

Mulder caressed her smooth panty hosed encased legs.

"You're going to miss your pantyhose", he said.

He began to massage her center, and she could only stand there,

partly supported by him as his hands explored her most private

places.

"Ah, OOOOH!" she moaned. "MULDER!"

"Tell me!" he commanded, increasing his ministrations.

"Tell you...what...." she said breathlessly, squirming and wiggling

on the stool, her hands still braced on the ceiling.

"I want the truth!" he shouted suddenly, snaking his hand under the

waistband of her panties and pantyhose.

"You can't handle the truth!" she squealed, waves of pleasure

engulfing her.

His hands continued their ruthless exploration. She began to coo.

"I want.... I want..." she said between sighs.

"What do you want?" he said, showing her no mercy.

"Treat me.... Treat me like..." she gasped out, her orgasm near.

"Treat you like what?" he asked his hands moving faster.

"AIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!" she cried. "Treat me like a little girl! Spank

me! Make me pay for being such a spoiled brat! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

she cried, orgasming and collapsing down from the stool into his

arms.

The world seemed to swim for moment as she basked in the afterglow

of her orgasm. Mulder swept her up and carried her to the office

couch.

When she able to focus her thoughts again, she found herself over

Mulder's lap! Her nyloned feet were bare, her pants around her

calves. Her silk blouse was unbuttoned.

Idly, she noticed the small gym bag in the corner of the couch

beside Mulder.

She imagined that Mulder was getting an eyeful. Her pert, rounded

ass protected only by a thin layer of pantyhose and wispy silk.

It took but a moment more to realize his intentions.

"Mulder!" she squealed, trying to kick her legs. "Stop this RIGHT

NOW! I WON'T be spanked! I've changed my mind!

He ignored her.

"To late that for that," he said with determination in his voice.

Before she could say another word, his thundering hand had come

down, landing squarely on her silk briefed and panty hosed ass.

WHACK!

"OWWWWWWWW!" she yipped, not believing the pain. "Mulder, you

bastard!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Scully couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was an

accomplished career woman, a medical doctor and a Federal Agent.

She was attractive. Men often found her mysterious, enigmatic.

So how was it that she was across her partner's lap, fashionable

suit pants pulled down, and getting spanked like a little girl?

True she had asked for it, wanted it, but she hadn't really

believed he would actually DO it!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

The spanking continued. Scully felt her adulthood and

accomplishments melt away.

"We're going to reach some conclusions, miss tight pants", said

Mulder between spanks. "Isn't that what you scientist types like

to do? Reach conclusions?"

WHACK! WHACK!

"First," he continued, "Are there aliens from other planets?"

Even through the pain, Scully's mind scoffed at the idea.

"The time it would take to travel between stars would be

prohibit...."

Mulder's unrelenting hand cut her off.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" she yelled out. "OK. Yes! It's possible

there are aliens!"

"Very good," he said. "Now what about alien abductions?"

"They're all frauds!" she yelled through her tears. "Weak minded

people who...."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she sputtered out. "Yes, yes! All right!

Alien deductions DO take place!"

Mulder was not so easily convinced about her new found beliefs.

"And how about Roswell? Didn't a UFO crash out there in the desert

in 1947?

Scully answered almost instinctively.

"It was a weather balloon! The Air Force proved it with pictures!

They even...."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Owwwwwwwww -- MUlder!" she squealed. "No, I was wrong! I was

wrong! It wasn't a weather balloon! It was a crashed ship!

They store it at Area 51!"

She said this last hoping to placate him. She was beginning to see

his point of view.

"OK," he said, pausing in his instructive labors. "Now let's put

this together. There are aliens, abductions do take place, and a

spaceship really crashed out in New Mexico, is that correct?"

Scully didn't even hesitate.

"Yes!" she wailed.

"All right, moving on…" said Mulder with a grin on his face. "Now

let's discuss this business about wearing your mother's clothes.

You've been playing dress up, haven't you? Without her permission?"

This was going one step to far! She steeled herself. She would

hold firm!

"They're MINE! I'm a grown woman! I'm independent! I can wear

what I want!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Oh, you're wrong about that one, Scully," said Mulder.

"OH! OH!" Scully yelled, as she writhed over Mulder's lap. She

was kicking and crying.

Her pantyhose and panties provided little protection from the

stinging spanks. She knew that Mulder was determined to teach

her a lesson. Her ass was on fire.

"I'm disappointed in you, Scully. I think a little bare bottomed

contact is needed for you to see the light...."

The impact of his words penetrated her pain clouded mind. Bare

bottomed? Oh no!

Before she could react, Mulder seized the waistband of her panties

and pantyhose and yanked them down about her thighs.

"I'm just getting warmed up here!" he said, doing his best Al

Pacino impersonation.

Scully was beyond mortified. Nothing in her fantasies had her

prepared for the actual reality of being spanked.

The pain in her burning ass cheeks was beyond description, but so

was her growing excitement. Her panties were soaked.

Less than an hour ago she had been secure in her adulthood, ego

and self-image intact. She was attractive, assertive, and able

to command respect. Her business suit, education, training, and

intelligent manner all proclaimed to the world that she was a

woman to be reckoned with.

Like a rickety house of cards, that illusion had been shattered in

seconds.

A few firm spanks had reduced her to a crying child, her maturity

unwinding exponentially with every swat. She almost felt herself

growing smaller on Mulder's lap!

Normally impeccably groomed, she knew she must now look a mess.

Her hair was disheveled, her blouse open. Both bra straps were

now down low on her upper arms, and she was in real danger of

losing her bra.

Both sets of cheeks were red, the upper from crying, and the lower

from Mulder's uncompromising blows.

She was barefoot, lying prone across her partner's lap in the

classic spanking position. Worse, it was happening at WORK, in

an office where she spent most of her professional life.

With her pants, pantyhose, and panties pulled down, she hardly

presented the image of a powerful career woman. In a matter of

moments she had been reduced to a kicking, screaming, spanked

little girl! Her business suit, education, poise, and former

smug confidence couldn't save her now!

All this went through her mind in seconds. Mulder was speaking.

"You're not REALLY an adult, are you? You're actually a little

girl PRETENDING to be all grown up. You've covered your tracks

well. You've been fooling people for years, but now your secret

is out...."

Scully remained silent, her breathing rapid, her heart pounding.

Her breasts felt full and her crotch throbbed.

She was incredibly turned on!

"You're just a school girl whose been hiding behind a pant suit,

isn't that true?" Mulder asked.

She wanted desperately to scream out yes, but her pride held her

back. How could she say something like that out loud? AGAIN.

Twice in one day?

"I'm NOT a little girl! I'm not! I'm not!" she said, wiggling and

kicking on Mulder's lap.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"And I thought we were making such good progress, Scully."

WHACK! WHACK!

Scully could no longer fight the pain, nor deny the truth.

"Yes, it's true!" she sobbed. "Everything you said is true! My

whole adult life has been a sham!"

"That wasn't so hard to admit, was it?"

WHACK! WHACK!

"MUULLLDER!" she squealed.

Suddenly she felt it. The orgasm that had been threatening through

the whole spanking now burst upon her like sudden thunderstorm.

Her back arched, waves of pleasure engulfing her, combining with

the pain of the spanking. Each re-enforcing the other.

It was the mother of all orgasms.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, her body writhing.

Rational thought was obliterated, and she became a creature of pure

emotion. Like a roller coaster, she could only endure the ups and

down of the ecstasy now encompassing her.

And then the grandmother of all orgasms paid her a visit.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, writhing and bucking her

arched body over Mulder's lap.

It was then over.

She must have blacked out for a moment. She was dimly aware that

Mulder was rubbing a cool liquid onto her very red, well spanked

ass.

Instantly the pain from the spanking retreated.

She heard a rustling sound, like plastic being stretched.

"Lift your hips," Mulder commanded.

Too spent to even think of resisting, she did as she was told.

She then felt padding between her legs and plastic on her stomach.

Dreamily, it felt like an open clam shell had been placed between

her legs, over her ass, and under her tummy.

Realization flooded into her mind as Mulder drew the two halves of

the strange garment together.

It was a diaper!

Dana Scully was being diapered!

"Mulder -- please no," she said weakly.

"SHHHHHHH!" he said. "Just lie quietly."

In an instant it was over. He fastened the tapes, sealing her into

the infant's prison.

"I've been diapered," was all she could say, over and over again.

Mulder then rolled her gently off his lap to the floor.

Getting up from the couch, he approached and stooped to yank off

her pants, panties, and pantyhose, which had been bunched down

around her ankles.

He threw her pants off to the side and separated her hose from her

panties.

Shaking out her pantyhose, he held them up by the waist band. He

stretched them out on the sides like an accordion.

Seeing this, Scully could only moan in shame. It was humiliating

to have him handle her big girl undies!

"Hmmmm," he said, noting the darker portion of her light support

hose "Tummy control pantyhose...too many latté's, Scully? Well,

we can change that!"

Scully blushed. Her stomach had a barely noticeable little bulge,

but she wanted to appear perfectly flat. It was none of his

business!

He next held up her silken panties.

"More than a little damp," he said. "Now what were you saying

earlier about your underwear not being open for discussion? We

know better now, don't we?

Diapered on the floor, she could only squirm at his mocking words.

He then collected her silk blouse and bra, which had indeed come

undone. He threw the garments off to the side.

She quickly got her hands and knees, on all fours, looking over her

shoulder at her now diapered hips and ass.

"I'm not an infant!" she cried.

The storage cabinet off to the side of the room had a mirror on the

inside door. With the door open, she suddenly caught sight of her

own reflection.

Her face and eyes were red from crying, her once impeccable makeup

job running and ruined. Her fashionable hair was a tangled mess,

soaked from sweat.

Her normally smooth alabaster skin was mottled, red spotted. Her

breast hung down, like ripe fruit from her lithe, taut body.

She turned sideways towards the mirror, still on her hands and

knees.

Viewing herself in profile, she couldn't help seeing the bulky yet

tight disposable diaper as it hugged her ass.

She saw the white plastic shell glistening in the overhead

fluorescent light, noticed the flat slab of padding just

underneath.

She then shifted to a kneeling position, resting herself on the

balls of her feet. Her thighs slightly parted, she rested her

hands on them and continued to stare at her true persona.

Her mind refused to accept the image.

She was Dana Katherine Scully. A degreed professional. A well

respected woman who carried herself with natural authority. She

was a leader.

She was also beautiful and stylish; her fashionable power suits an

outward proclamation to the world about who she was and what she

was about.

So how was it that that she was now kneeling on the floor, in a

posture of submission, recently spanked, and wearing only a tight

disposable diaper?

"It's not me! It's not me!" she said repeatedly. She then dropped

to the floor on her stomach, hands clutching at the carpet and

crying silently.

Mulder looked at her and reached down. Pulling her gently to her

feet, her eyes meet his in an electric moment.

She knew in an instant that her status as his equal was finished.

She was now only a chastised little girl, her adulthood terminated.

She moaned in her diapers and buried her face in his chest.

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Mulder held her, and the storm of emotion eventually passed. She

was both mortified and humiliated from her recent diaper spanking,

but she also felt an emotional catharsis. She had accepted a part

of herself that had long been denied. The road ahead would not be

easy, but she felt that it could now be faced with equanimity.

Mulder released her and stepped back.

"Everything OK?" he asked, touching her cheek.

How could she even begin to answer that question?

Naked except for her tight yet bulky disposable diaper, Scully

placed her hands on her throbbing ass. With a small noise of

impatience, she attempted to shift the diaper to a more

comfortable position.

Mulder of course noticed.

"I don't think that will do much good. I'll bet it feels strange

-— you take your big girl panties completely for granted, don't

you? You put them on in the morning and then forget about them.

Maybe you also wear pantyhose. You're comfortably wrapped and

packaged in silk and nylon, a smooth streamlined look under your

clothes. You're in complete control -— after all, that's your

right as an adult...."

"But diapers are different," he said after a moment's pause. "You

feel the bulk between your legs. Your balance is off. Your ass

looks huge. The diaper traps the heat and you feel the humid

confinement. The leg bands dig into the creases below your cheeks

and become sore. The waistband irritates your tummy. With every

step you hear the humiliating plastic rustle as your confined ass

sways in its tight plastic prison...."

"The point is," he concluded, "Is that you're AWARE of your

diapered condition with every step. You're out of control.

Someone else is deciding about your comfort, not to mention your

bathroom habits. You're an infant, a child, and you'll do as

you're told. The psychological aspects of being diapered are

almost as interesting as the physical ones, don't you agree?"

She could only nod in shell-shocked agreement. This morning she

was an adult -- an important woman with a high-powered career.

Now she was a disposable diaper wearing little girl, well spanked,

docile, and compliant.

Mulder went to the box on his desk as she stood there. He opened

it, and drew out a folder bulging with papers.

"You remember a few weeks ago when I spent the weekend at your

place? You went out to see your mother?"

She nodded.

"I wasn't snooping, Scully -- you left your computer on and the

password for your protected files right out in the open. I came

across all these stories. Stories about grown women reduced to

little girls. Accomplished women, humiliated by spankings,

relieved of their adult rights and their fashionable clothes!

It was like you wanted me to find this stuff...."

He took a deep breath and continued,

"You can imagine my shock as I read those stories, Scully. I

printed them out...." He held up the papers.

"Here's one by someone named Katchase -— "A Change of Clothes."

Another by a man named Alec Leamus -— "Michelle's Mistake." And

4 stories by a guy named Hal whose idea of porn seems to be to

include the word "underpants" in every third sentence. 4 stories!

What is he, your favorite author?"

Scully nodded, looking down at the floor. Mulder was right -— she

HAD wanted him to find the stories.

Mulder drove relentlessly on.

"And here's a hodgepodge of other stories -— these people have

better names than Frohicke's Lone Gunman -— Icognito Himitsu,

Netsylph, Nerdly, Lakewood, and finally some guy with the original

name of Joe Doe.

Mulder's eyes bored in on hers.

"All these stories have the same theme. Powerful women reduced to

little girls. Stripped of their clothes, dignity, and authority.

Adulthood revoked and childhood restored. When I saw this material

I put it all together. I decided to take you in hand. A month ago

I arranged for the clothes. Halloween was coming, and I decided

that it would be the day for your "coming out." I wasn't sure I

could go through with it until today -— I kept the suff in the

trunk of my car...."

He didn't give her a chance to respond.

"For the next month you're going to be my little girl. You'll

wear your little girl undies under your 'costume' big girl

clothes during the day. Skirts only. No pants. And no high

heels or pantyhose. At night you'll wear your school uniform,

and I'll assign you homework. Any mistakes in your 4th grade

math or spelling assignments will result in a spanking. I'm

going to give you exactly want you want and need, Scully...."

"Mulder!" she blurted out without thinking. "You can't --

homework! -- but I'm 31 years old!"

"Not any more," he said with finality.

Words to the contrary, she was secretly thrilled at his plans.

She could imagine being at home, on her stomach, lying on the floor

in front him. The hem of her jumper would be flipped up of course,

revealing her tight, white cotton briefs.

Legs bent at the knee with her mary janed feet crossed, she would

have a pencil in her mouth. And all the while she would be

sweating out a 4th grade long division problem!

OH the delicious shame! Dana Katherine Scully -- medical doctor

and government agent, career woman and accomplished adult --

reduced to a fourth grade school girl complete with humiliating

uniform and forced to do homework while her partner supervised!

It would a far cry from the investigative field work and autopsies

she was used to performing!

"Take a look in the box, Dana," said Mulder, using her given name.

It was a signal that her true childhood had begun.

Disposable diapers crackling, she waddled her way over to the desk

and gazed in on the contents. It was filled with clothes of a

school girl! Several jumpers were folded neatly near the top.

The color was blue plaid -— her amazement turned to shock when she

realized this was a regulation uniform from her days at her old

school -- St. Anne's! It wasn't a costume or replica. It was the

real thing. How had Mulder managed to do this?

She gasped when she caught sight of several matching vest and panty

sets. The white panties were made of thick cotton and were full

cut -— they looked like little boys' briefs. She saw the word

"Scully" embroidered in pink stitching on the left leg opening.

Mulder! The pervert! Scully "days of the week" panties!

"I thought the panties were a nice touch," said Mulder with a grin.

"Of course, for tonight, you'll remain in diapers...."

He reached over and held up a pair of the panties, along with a

vest.

"I had these specially made, Scully. They're mostly cotton, but

have a special weave of Lycra running through them. The vest will

compress your chest, reducing your size while the panties will tend

to flatten your butt, minimizing curves."

Scully groaned in her diapers. Mulder was going to take away her

womanly curves! She was going to be a flat-chested, flat-assed

little girl!

Her next shock was when Mulder held up one of the jumpers.

"I had this one altered as well, Scully. The top portion is

slightly oversized. Along with the vest, it will add to the

illusion that you're flat-chested. The front of the jumper has

a normal hem length. It will fall about 3 inches above your knee.

But the back…."

He turned the jumper around as she looked on in amazement—the back

of the jumper had been altered so the hem would end at her waist,

just below the small of her back! Her underpants (or diapers as in

this case) were to be on full display for the world to see!

Leave it to Mulder to come up with such a humiliating and

perverted arrangement. From the front she would appear normal,

but from the back she would be a panty exposed little girl!

"I have other jumpers for you as well that have not been so

drastically tailored, but this one will do for tonight, I think"

he said with a gleam in his eye.

Her exploration of the box's contents continued, and it yielded

several pairs of white cotton tights. Childish. Unsophisticated.

She also noted several plain, cotton blouses with traditional peter

pan collars.

"They don't compare to your silk ones, do they?" said Mulder, when

he saw her looking at them.

"I mean the blouses, not the panties," he said for clarification.

She looked at him, mortified in her diapers.

The inspection continued. The last items were a pair of black

patent Mary Jane shoes and what looked like a makeup kit.

Seeing the old school clothes and childish underwear reminded her

strongly of her school days.

A late bloomer, she had been a gawky pre-teen. Later, as her

figure developed, she had trouble with her weight -— a classic

case of baby fat.

Pasty skin, teen-age years filled with acne problems, and mousey

brown hair completed the picture.

In a nutshell, she was the classic geek -— short and a little

chubby, with freckles and pimples. Painfully shy with few friends.

Yet just underneath was an intelligent and beautiful woman. The

swan waiting to be born from the ugly duckling school girl.

Mulder interrupted her musings. He went to the pile of clothes and

chose several items.

"Here," he said. "Go in to the bathroom. Take off the makeup.

Put these on -— OVER your diapers. I want your hair in pigtails.

There's a colored mousse in the makeup kit. Run some through your

hair. You have 10 minutes…"

What could she do but comply?

She went in to bathroom, holding the childish clothing.

She first washed her face, removing her tear-streaked makeup.

Her fashionable hair style was soon replaced with little girl

style pigtails. The colored mousse had sapped away the red and

left her with a dull, mousey brown color.

Soon she was dressed.

She felt awkward in the jumper. Big on the top, it was hard to see

a full view of herself because the bathroom mirror was too small.

Her ass was sore, and her once tight diaper was starting to stretch

out and sag. The tights, however, held everything in place.

She looked down at herself. Her white-clad legs looked thin and

spindly, her feet in Mary Jane shoes.

She felt shorter and smaller in these clothes, and the vest DID

minimize her bust line. The oversized top portion of the jumper

completed the task of making her appear flat-chested.

She felt overwhelmed. Were did the confident Dana Scully go? She

felt like a complete stranger to herself in her diapers, tights,

and school uniform.

Waddling out from the bathroom, she saw Mulder's face light up as

her took her in.

"That's much better, Dana," he said in an earnest voice. "More

HONEST, don't you think?

He motioned her over to the supply cabinet, indicating that she

should inspect herself.

Scully gasped as she looked at her reflection.

"But that's not me!" she said in shocked confusion, flashing back

to her earlier comment when she had viewed herself in this same

mirror.

She had expected to look ridiculous, but the sight that confronted

her was beyond that. The flat-chested, school uniformed, cotton

tighted and diapered little girl had completely erased the

beautiful and sophisticated adult who had stood in her place only

an hour ago.

The ugly duckling school girl had returned!

Or was she there all the time, hiding, biding her time, waiting to

be released?

"Who ARE you?" she asked the awkward school girl in the mirror.

"And what have done with the REAL me?"

"That is the 'real' you," said Mulder. "Hidden inside, camouflaged

by the trappings of adulthood, she's been trying to get out. And

now she has...."

He picked up his suit jacket and put it on.

"Now let's go show you to the world -— we'll go up to the day car

center and join the party!"

She was instantly horrified. Surely he couldn't mean it?

"Mulder!" she said in a stricken voice. "We can't let anyone see

me like this. My reputation would be ruined!"

"Come on, Dana," he replied with aplomb. "It's Halloween. There's

a Halloween party going on up there. This is the one day of the

year where you can go out in public as your true self, and I don't

want to waste the opportunity…"

He paused, considering.

"Besides, Holly will be there with the other assistants, and I'm

sure she'd be delighted to see you in your diapers and school

uniform!"

Holly! She thought. Her rival for Mulder affections! As if that

bimbo had ever stood a chance!

Further thought was eclipsed as Mulder propelled her towards the

door. She felt resigned. This was going to happen whether she

liked or not!

As Mulder pushed her forwards, she stole a glance back over her

shoulder at her grownup pant suit and underwear, now lying

abandoned and empty on the floor.

With every step of her mary janed feet she was leaving behind

her power and adulthood. The trappings of her adulthood -—

her business suit, her pumps -- the tangled silken panties and

pantyhose —- all were now just relics of a bygone era in her life.

They were no longer applicable to her current status a child. A

diaper baby. A humiliated little girl in a school uniform and

diapers.

In almost a daze, Scully meekly walked along, a step or two behind

Mulder. This was like a daytime nightmare! She was used to

hearing the confident click of her high heels on the hard floor,

but now she silently padded along on her childish mary janes.

She flushed as she realized the sound of her tapping high heels had

been replaced by the sounds of her rustling diapers!

It was another not so subtle reminder of her fall from adulthood.

Her colleagues were going to see her in the baby schoolgirl outfit!

Would they ever take her seriously again?

And what about Holly? Her would-be rival was sure to make the most

of her current predicament.

The elevator ride to the 8th floor day care center was mercifully

uneventful. Just before the doors opened, Mulder looked at her

and said, "It will be fine. WE know the truth, but everyone will

think you're just wearing a costume. The kids will all be dressed

up, along with some adults. You'll fit in -— though I suspect some

of our fellow agents will be a little taken aback at the sight of

the enigmatic and aloof Agent Scully dressed as a diapered

schoolgirl...."

The doors opened, and Scully was greeted by the sight of children

running around in costume, their excitement high. Her face pinched

when she realized there were fewer adults in costume than either

she or Mulder expected.

Toes pointed inward, her spindly white tighted legs on display,

Scully nervously tugged the hem of her jumper down as she walked

alongside Mulder.

She had not gone three steps when a boy dressed as a pirate pointed

at her retreating figure and said, "Look, mom, she's wearing

diapers!"

"Hush dear!" said his well dressed mother. "It's not polite to

point. It's just a costume...."

Scully flushed. Any reply that the boy made was lost to her as

they turned in to the day care room proper.

The large room was set up for a party. A long, narrow table

hugged the far wall and was filled with cupcakes, soda, and candy.

Children played, and adults were gathered around in small groups.

The hum of voices filled the air.

There was a sudden hush as people took in the schoolgirl-uniformed

Scully. She felt the heat of her embarrassment rise in her cheeks.

Mulder gripped her arm and led her to the end of the table.

A playpen stood a few feet from the table. Between the two, Holly

was holding forth with the other administrative assistants.

Holly looked at Scully with open mouthed amazement but quickly

recovered.

"Agent Mulder! Agent Scully! Glad you could come! What a darling

outfit! You'll be the hit of the party, Dana! Are those DIAPERS?

Scully turned a deeper shade of red. Despite her shame, she found

herself growing wet!

Holly was smirking.

Of course Holly was not in costume, Scully thought. Quite to the

contrary, Holly was still wearing her smart business suit along

with her co-workers.

Scully felt herself grow small. She felt shy, awkward. Her

usual poise and grace seemed to have deserted her. Her air

of condescending superiority had vanished along with her

Armani suit, silken underpants, and high heels.

She noticed other subtle changes as well. She stood off to the

side, slightly behind Mulder, as if trying to hide. She was the

shortest person in the group, the height normally bestowed on her

by her heels negated.

She tried to be casual, nonchalant. However, every time she tried

to jump in to the conversation she was met with frowns and short,

one word answers. Why, it was almost as if the adults thought she

was an impertinent child, interrupting their conversation!

Scully began to get angry. This whole "Dana is a little girl again"

routine was getting a little stale. True, she had initially wanted

to live out a fantasy and become more intimate with Mulder, but

things were getting out of hand. Halloween or not, she was a

professional woman, an adult. She would demand respect.

She was about to ask Mulder to step outside to talk with him

when Holly suddenly turned to her and said, "Agent Mulder says

you volunteered tonight to help me supervise the kids going trick

or treating. In that outfit, I'll think you'll fit right in,

though not as a grown up. Don't worry, you can go as one of my

charges...."

The events of the day came crashing down on Scully's emotions.

What was this SECRETARY saying?

Before she could retort, Holly said to the gathered group, "I can

baby-sit her -- after all, one more child won't matter!"

There was laughter. Holly said this last in a teasing manner, but

Scully felt there was a hidden, gleeful malice in the remark.

Her anger rising, Scully felt it boil over in a torrent. Totally

forgetting herself, she stamped her foot.

"Baby-sitter! I don't need a baby-sitter!"

She turned, intending to storm off and back down to the office to

reclaim her business suit and adulthood. This had just gone too

far.

The gathered adults looked askance at her, like she was a little

girl having a temper tantrum. Mulder was frowning.

A young woman was crossing the floor with a Halloween cake,

intending to set it on the table.

Scully bumped in to her, and the cake flew out of her hands, past

Scully, and into the playpen.

Scully took a step back and was about to mumble an apology when

her diapered bottom hit the edge of the playpen. Arms flailing,

she tried to steady herself, overbalanced, and fell in, plopping

herself right down on the cake!

"OH!" she cried, kicking her legs.

Her diapered ass was now mired in the cake, as were her hands.

She made things worse as she shifted, trying to turn herself over

and get her legs under her.

Her white tights soon became stained, and she made the further

mistake of touching her face with her cake-smeared hands.

People were laughing and pointing as she thrashed around the

playpen.

I'm Dana Scully, Scully thought to herself. I'm a smart, beautiful

woman. I wear Armani suits. I'm not really here in a play pen

wearing diapers and a school uniform in front of all these

people....

Holly looked down at her, secure in her high heels and grown up,

fashionable clothes.

"Couchie, couchie Coo," she said. "Awwww -- did widdle Dana fall

down and go boom?"

Turning to Mulder, Holly grinned.

"I hope you brought a clean diaper. Our baby girl here seems to

have had an accident...."

Enraged by the comments, Scully tried again to get up, but slipped.

She was filthy, smeared with cake.

It was on her hands, her face, her tights, and on the front of her

school jumper. Worse, it was all over the seat of her diapers.

Why, she looked like a little girl who had had an accident!

Holly pointed at her.

"The widdle girl is getting ready to have a temper tantrum. Maybe

we should take her to the time out room...."

Scully gave up her struggles and sat down squarely in the mess, her

legs splayed out in front of her. She began to cry.

Hot humiliation washed over her in a tide and swept away all adult

reasoning. She began to pound the floor of the playpen with her

hands, her legs kicking.

Her crying wails were heard all over the room.

Baby Scully had been born.

Finis

Hal

October 31, 2007

[Summertime]

A story by Hal, a story that I missed by BoTox and Pink Nappies is back just how much better could Sunday get? Thjis site is so cool.

[ppbenn]

Great story Hal! I have always liked reading your stories.