Chris the Clever Boarder 1 - 18 Finished!

[SallyKAT]

Chris the Clever Boarder 

Chapter 1

Chris downed his lager in the quaint corner pub and went outside. 

He stood on the grimy footpath and watched the motley collection of citizens moving around him. 

Chris was alone in London. 

That gave him a great feeling of achievement and excitement. At 23, his unexpected business success back home and his lack of real ties had allowed him, Chris, the slightly built, undersized orphaned boy who was never expected to amount to much, to be standing in this vast metropolis, reliant on his own considerable cash resources but anonymous, and responsible to no one.

Anonymity, thought Chris. That was the key. Chris had felt somewhat anonymous for most of his short life. He'd never known his father, and had been brought up by his working but loving mother and his two much older sisters. Then, just after his 11th birthday, a tragic fire had deprived him of his family. He had been at a sleepover with a friend and since that awful day had been passed from one foster carer to another. He'd dealt with many issues arising from the trauma, including bedwetting, extreme loneliness and general emotional fragility. That he'd succeeded in life despite all that was his proudest achievement, but inwardly he still felt that his childhood until his preteens was the best period of his life, and despite the impossibility, he often longed Ro return to the security and human warmth of that time. 

He consulted his hand drawn map, found the local tube station and was soon in a train, beginning his much planned private journey.

The journey was private because Chris intended to contact some people who could help him indulge his secret fetish - wearing a diaper.  More specifically, being told by a dominant woman that he had to wear a diaper. Even being diapered by her, if it worked out that way.

He had concocted a perfect plan. He'd found on the internet a woman - he was pretty sure it was woman - who seemed very interested in the idea of treating people like toddlers or babies. The woman didn't actually advertise who she was, but with some clever detective work and cross referencing, Chris had found an email address, and that led to a business address in Ruislip in London: 'North West Maternity Specialists'. Abigail French was the proprietor, according to the online British company records. He hoped that was 'AF' who posted in the adult baby forum he'd read online. AF was 44 years old, according to her online profile. Just right for his purposes, thought Chris. On another AB forum, 'Abi' of Ruislip had said that she would love to go braless but had DD cup boobs. Though not generally so interested in womens' breasts, Chris had been fantasising about those particular big, soft breasts for the several weeks since he'd 'found' AF. What's more, Abi said she had a 'highly developed maternal instinct'. Even better, if this Abigail French really is 'AF', Chris had thought. 

Chris had decided that AF was ideal for his needs, and that he was ideal for hers. All he had to do was meet this motherly goddess.

So Chris found himself standing, on a cold, gloomy London afternoon, outside the pink-coloured premises of North West Maternity Specialists.

It had been raining, and Chris stood looking through the still wet glass at the full-figured mannequins in the shop's window display. He stared at the stretchy granny panties and the nursing bras, wondering which of his carefully worked out scenarios he'd try on the unsuspecting Abigail French in order to place himself - as far as she believed, anyway - in her motherly care. 

He had carefully put his ID and travel documents in long term safekeeping back at his hotel. He didn't even have his phone, just a bill fold of cash and a small bag with a change of clothes. He wasn't wearing the pullup he often wore, and had no 'supplies' in his bag. 

Then he saw a neatly printed card in the corner of the window. His heart leapt and his plans changed instantly. 

'Boarder wanted - comfortable local situation with friendly landlady for clean, quiet young man or woman. Full board, reasonable rates. Apply A French within or phone.'

Chris memorised the mobile number - he was good at that sort of thing - and opened the door of the shop.

As he stepped inside, he saw a tall, well-built woman standing behind the counter, folding garments and putting them into a cardboard box. She had neatly styled blonde hair, pink framed glasses and was wearing a pastel crocheted top over a blouse and what Chris assumed were the bra-requiring DD breasts. 

'Paydirt!' thought Chris.

'Excuse me, young man,' said the woman crossly. 'Would you mind wiping your wet feet? There's a mat behind you.' 

'Sorry,' said Chris, retreating a step and wiping his shoes on the mat. 'I didn't mean..'

'Never mind,' said the woman. 'I'm without a shopgirl at present and there's enough to do here without cleaning the floor every time someone walks in. Now how can I help you? I doubt you're here to buy maternity clothes.'

'Oh, well,' said Chris, now flustered and trying to vary the way he'd scripted their meeting, 'I saw the notice in the window, and I thought, well..'

'You thought you might be the clean, quiet young man we are looking for,' said the woman. 

'We?' thought Chris.

He imagined a husband. That didn't sound too good. Or a middle aged lesbian lover. There were other possibilities, perhaps. Two spinsters into AB...

 'You're certainly quiet,' said the woman. 'Or don't you answer when an adult asks you a question?'

'I'm 23,' Chris said defensively. 'I'm just short.'

This wasn't going so well, he decided.

'I see,' said the woman. 'You saw my notice while you looking in the window of a maternity shop. The ladies in their underclothing in the window aren't real, you know.'

Chris felt himself becoming upset. He looked back at the woman and wasn't sure what to say. He wanted to start this again, but he knew that was out of the question. He wasn't even sure why he was feeling so emotional. Then he realised that this woman was destroying his dream plan. It wasn't fair. He glared at her and turned to leave. Maybe the while thing was a bad idea in the first place he thought.  

'Come here,' the woman commanded, and Chris stopped in his tracks.  

'Instead of getting upset, come here, sit down, and explain yourself,' said the woman, moving around the counter and motioning to a settee at one side of the shop. 

Chris saw that the woman was wearing tight blue jeans that emphasised her generous hips. The broad vee of her crotch bulged under the tight, flyless denim. The seam of the jeans pulled upwards and divided her whole lower tummy with a wide, shallow cameltoe. Chris could sense his heart rate increasing. 

'Sit here,' ordered the woman. 

Chris, for all his early business success and cunning planning for this meeting, felt intimidated. Very occasionally, when highly stressed, he leaked a little urine. Uppermost in his mind at the moment was avoiding doing just that. He sat where he was told, and placed his small, loose bag over his crotch. 

'Good boy,' said the woman.

She stood in front of him. At his eye level were the woman's hips and crotch. He had rapid thoughts of his own meagre secondary sex characteristics, his thin beard, flat chest and modest genitals compared with this woman's obvious femininity. He had to look up to see her face.

After a few seconds, the woman smiled. 

'You look like a frightened little rabbit,' the woman said, sitting next to Chris. 'I'll take that,' she added, putting one hand on the bag Chris was clutching. 'Unless you have something to hide,' she added with a quick laugh.

Chris felt himself blushing. Both his eyes and the woman's went momentarily to his groin. Which, Chris was pleased to see was dry, if without any sort of manly bulge. 

'Well?' asked the woman. 'There's no need to be so nervous. If you were a little younger, I'd pick you up and give you a cuddle, but since you're 23,' the woman said with emphasis, 'I'll just assume you're shy. Now, let's have a chat.'

Chris tried to organise his thoughts. 

'Erm, well, I was going past your shop, and I saw the notice, and, well, I need a place to stay, and...' said Chris.

'So, do you work locally?' asked the woman. 

'No,' said Chris, 'I'm on vacation.'

'In Ruislip?' asked the woman with surprise.

'Well, not exactly,' said Chris. 

'Where were you going when you walked past my shop?' asked the woman. 

'Er, the tube station,' said Chris.

'I saw you through the window, heading in the other direction,' said the woman.

'I'm sort of lost,' said Chris weakly.

'Perhaps you are,' said the woman with a smile. 'Well, my name's Abigail French. Would you like to have a look at the room I have for rent?'

'Yes please,' said Chris with relief. 'I'm Chris Johnson.'

'OK, Chris,' said the woman. 'Perhaps you can help me here until closing time then we'll go to my house. It's only around the corner.'  

'OK,' replied Chris. 'That would be good.'

Abigail smiled and opened a cupboard. She took out a folded garment and handed it to Chris. 

'It's an apron, to identify you as a helper in the shop,' said Abigail as Chris looked at the folded pink cotton. 'It's not too girly, and its only for an hour or two. If anyone asks you anything, be polite to them, and refer them to me.'

Abigail unfolded the apron and held it up. Chris noticed that at least it was fairly plain. Hr looked at a namebadge attached to the chest area.

'Oh,' Abigail laughed. 'That's Chris's badge. She was my last shopgirl. That's handy. Customers will know what to call you.'

Abigail helped Chris into the apron. 

'You and Chris are about the same size,' she said. 'Perfect.'

Chris was glad of the apron. He had brushed his hand past his groin and felt that he was a little wet. He wouldn't actually admit it to himself, but for some time now he'd been wearing pull-ups when he went out, not entirely for the buzz of doing so. He'd had several incidents when the pullups were wet when he took them off. He hadn't even felt himself peeing. So wearing them was just a sensible precaution, he told himself. Nothing to do with his secret fetish. 

The door opened, and a pregnant woman in her thirties entered. 

'Your first customer,' said Abigail. 'In at the deep end. Off you go. I'll be in the office,' she added and disappeared behind the back wall of the showroom.

'Hello,' said Chris. 'Can I help?'
  

To be continued.

 

 

[SallyKAT]

Chris the Clever Boarder 

Chapter 2

The expectant mother laughed.

'Hello!' she said. 'I thought was seeing things. Abi told me Chris had left, and here she is again, same height, same build, same hair even, but a boy this time. You're not her twin brother are you? No, no mommy would call both her twins Chris.'

Chris stood still, listening to the woman chatter away.

'No, I'm just helping out this afternoon,' he said.

'Well,' said the woman, "I have to say you are practically a clone of dear little Chris, except that she's a bit more feminine looking than you. I don't mean you're feminine looking,' the woman hastily corrected herself, 'I meant that, you know...'

'It's OK,' said Chris. 'I've been told I look like a girl before. I'm used to it. I am a boy, though. Can I help you with anything?'

'Actually,' said the woman. 'It's a bit personal...'

'Abi to the rescue!' came Abi's voice from the store's office, followed by Abi herself. 'I overheard that,' she said. 'Hi Gwen. I'm guessing you need better protection.'

'Yes,' said Gwen. 'I would have told Chris here, but...'

'I understand,' said Abi, 'But I'm not sure Chris would. He may be my new boarder, and could help out here occasionally, so if you're not embarrassed we can talk about it here.'

'Sure,' said Gwen. 'It sounds embarrassing, Chris, but it's a common thing for pregnant ladies.'

Abi turned to Chris. 

'Pregnant ladies pee their pants sometimes,' she said.

'That's right,' continued Gwen. 'The baby pushes on the bladder and there's not a lot of room in there. So sometimes if I cough or laugh, or do something sudden, I wet my panties like a two year old. I've been wearing some pads Abi gave me, but I need something more.'

Chris was fascinated. He tried to look just mildly interested, but he was intensely interested. Here was a grown woman, standing right in front of him, telling him that she wet her pants! Chris was amazed, and excited. 

'And the next step for Gwen is adult pull-ups,' said Abi. 'Chris, would you be a dear and get a Molicare Super medium size from the box of samples over there? It's in a bag, clearly marked.'

Chris's hands were shaking as he found the sample and brought it to Abi. 

'Sorry,' he apologised, looking at Abi then at Gwen. 'First customer,' he added lamely. 

Abi looked at his shaking hands with interest, then directly at him.

How he wished the pullup was for him, Chris thought. It was the same brand he usually wore, too. They were the best pull-ups he'd found. 

'Adults in diapers, or nearly diapers,' laughed Gwen. 'It must be a whole new world for you, Chris.'

'Yes,' he said, determined not to attract another odd look from Abi.

He was relieved to see Abi focused on the pullup in her hands. 

'Try this one on over your panties, Gwen,' said Abi. 'If it fits well, keep the sample and I'll give you a pack of them.' 

'Thanks, Abi,' said Gwen. 

She smiled at Chris and went to one of the changing booths. She emerged a few minutes later, tugging at her stretchy, pull up slacks. 

'I don't think you can see I'm wearing them, can you?' she asked Abi, pulling her pants up slightly and turning around.

'No,' replied 'Abi. 'They're very discreet. What do  you think, Chris?'

Chris wasn't sure if he was about to come, or whether he was about to wet himself. Something was happening between his legs.

'Er, no,' said Chris, looking directly at Gwen's plump pubic mound angled under her swollen abdomen as the woman held up her pants then released them.

There was certainly a bulge there, but Chris was not that familiar with the physiology of pregnancy.

'No, I don't think so,' he said as steadily as he could.

'How about behind?' said Gwen, turning away from Abi and Chris and bending over.

Chris stared at the outline of Gwen's full panty under the thin, taut cloth covering her backside. He could see the half moon of the seam at the back of her panties and the slight, tell-tale padding of the pullup over her butt cheeks. Between Gwen's thighs he could see that the padding of the pullup was bunched together. He either came or released a spurt of pee into his pants. It was hard to tell. He cleared his throat.

'Well, a tiny bit, but no one will see you like that, I hope,' said Abi.

'Except Bill,' said Gwen. 'He says even the pads make me look cute. When I do leak, he says I need a diaper change and calls me his baby.'

Abi laughed.

'I told you there were side benefits,' she said. 'And now you're in pull-ups.'

Gwen laughed too.

'I can't wait,' said Gwen. 'As it is, he likes me just in my panties and pad around the house. He even wants to help me change them. Seeing my big bum in pull-ups will really get him going.'

'No bad thing,' replied Abi. 

Gwen glanced at Chris, who was looking strangely distressed.

'Too much female information?' she asked him.

'No, it's ok.' he managed to say.

'That's because you don't wear pull-ups like a big toddler,' said Gwen.

'Though he'd look sweet if he did,' said Abi, smiling at Chris. 'That will be one pack of Moli Super, Gwen,' she added.

'And some diaper rash cream,' said Gwen. 'Sorry, Chris,' she added. 'You're on a bit of a learning curve here, aren't you?'

'OK,' said Abi. 'Did you find the Bepanthem I gave you last time less greasy?'

'Actually, I don't know,' said Gwen quietly. 'Bill puts it on me. But it's very soothing. I need it too,' she said, dropping her voice to a stage whisper. 'He shaved me last week. Now I really do feel like a baby, or a pre-pubescent at least. Not that there's really any chance of that,' she added, putting her hands to her generous breasts. 

Chris's mind was racing.

'Are you ok, Chris?' asked Abi.

Gwen laughed.

'As I said, Abi, too much information,' she said.

Gwen paid Abi and took her goods. 

'I'll see you next week, Abi,' she said, 'Unless my time comes, or unless Bill enrols me in daycare! Bye, Chris. Lovely to meet you, and I think you look cute even without a diaper on.'  

Chris laughed. 

'Goodbye, Gwen,' he said, trying not to stare at her generous breasts. 

His pants were definitely wet between his thighs. He could feel it. He was glad of the apron now. He wondered how he could hide his wet crotch from his potential new landlady. 

To be continued. 

 

 

     

 

[Sky Hooves]

Interesting start. I'm looking forward what you come up with next for poor Chris^^

[Babypants]

A good start.  In the first 4 paragraphs, you have successfully swept 2 of the structural faults that undermine so many stories here under the proverbial rug.  It looks like you are writing from a single narrative point of view (Chris), but if you do decide to give Abigail a narrative voice of her own, here's hoping that you will give us sufficient biographical detail to make her thoughts, words and actions plausible.   

[SallyKAT]

That's an interesting comment, Babypants - primarily because I don't understand it!

If you're referring to the second chapter, how did I sweep any structural faults under the carpet, and what were those structural faults?

Chris is the protagonist. There is an omniscient narrator who observes and describes the action from Chris's point of view. Abigail is a character with whom Chris interacts. Abigail's character will be developed as required. While she won't necessarily have her own narrative voice, enough details of her actions and words will be given to understand what motivates her. Already it seems that Abi is, unknown to Gwen, for example, involved in adult baby activities. That gives an edge to Abi's comments about Gwen and Chris wearing adult continence garments. Gwen is innocent and oblivious, and Chris is attracted rather than made cautious by Abi's clear indication that she at least approves of adults wearing diapers.

In short, what do you mean by your comment?    

 

[Babypants]

We are talking about the first 4 paragraphs of chapter 1 :

A. Taking the character off the grid.  In the developed world, it is extraordinarily difficult for an adult to be "erased" without anyone noticing, but you are actively addressing a problem that too many authors casually overlook.  Chris is an orphan and a loner,, in a city to which he is a stranger. So, he has no family or friends to miss him.  But he does have considerable financial resources, independently earned, about which I shall have more to say in B2 below.  For the moment, let's simply stipulate that making money leaves traces and creates a complex web of relationships.  For example, if Chris becomes a 24/7 AB, who's going to file his tax returns?  The more an author ignores the intersection of fantasy and contemporary reality, the less plausible the plot becomes.  If this topic interests you, you might enjoy reading Thomas Perry's The Vanishing Act.     

B.  Let's look at the possibilities from Abigail's point of view.  1) If she joins with a male or female of her own age or younger, who is gainfully employed, then her AB is part-time, and the scene is role playing.  2)  If the AB is not employed, then he/she brings time and perhaps desperation to the scene, but no financial resources.  This can be made to work if the Dominant in the story is independently wealthy (there is a story currently underway here that centers on this pairing), but a shopkeeper is not independently wealthy.  So, while Abigail is self-employed, she is still employed.  How can she free up her time to mother Chris in an immersive relationship?  Having his financial resources somehow underpin the relationship is the structural device that really intrigues me here because the inversion is a very different tactical approach to the problem.  3) A retiree with both money and time on his/her hands is ideally situated to be an adult baby in a full-time relationship because, as far as the outside world  is concerned, the line separating fetish and care giving can be persuasively blurred.  But it is precisely because this line is so easily blurred that this scenario should not appeal to the Dominant.  After all, what self-respecting Domme would want to see herself, or be seen by others in her tribe, as a nursemaid?  Ah, but is Abigail a Domme in the conventional sense of the term?  Would she, like the spinsters in the early Cary Grant film, Arsenic and Old Lace, look after (albeit in a less lethal fashion) any man who falls into her clutches?  Perhaps, as you lay out her back story, the answer to this and other questions that I have in mind will surface.  I look forward to reading the rest of this story. 

 

[Diapered Dave]

Huh.... And here I just read the story, and enjoyed it so far.... I guess I must be a Simpleton. Oh well,  ignorance is bliss, right??? (LOL)  

On the other hand, Babypants, it doesn't really matter. Because although most readers here think SallyKAT is an excellent story writer, most of her stories are like a NBC mini-series... They're cancelled about mid-way through, and leave us hanging. (Not trying to be critical, just making an observation based on years of following her work..)

[SallyKAT]

Ah, you've got me on the unfinished mini series, Dave. In moments of guilt, I try to tell myself that I'm leaving it to readers to finish my stories using their own imaginations, but I know that's a cop out. All I can do is apologise, and tell you that maybe, one day, I'll go back and finish them. I usually get stopped by a kind of narrative block. These stories are hard to end other than by saying 'and so they lived for ever after.'

Back to Babypant's interesting forensic analysis. The stories are fantasies, but the agreed fiction, the suspension of disbelief, is that they are real. It's the same with movies. The presence of the film crew at intimate moments between the characters is ignored by mutual consent of the audience and the filmmaker. 

Nevertheless, the more real the stories are the better they are. The tax return issue is a good one. In this case, Babypants, Chris has cashed out. His assets are now in a personal cash hoard, so he is no longer bothered by tax. Abigail's situation is easier to set up. She could be independently wealthy and running her shop as a hobby, while her real pursuit is attracting and grooming ABs for her own pleasure. More of that later, as you say. 

I will try to finish this one!

Sal

[SallyKAT]

Note to male readers: I've been told (by a female who knows more than I do) that any male could tell the difference between an orgasm and peeing. Fair enough. I'm not sure what that difference feels like, but for the purposes of this story, Chris has trouble telling which he is doing. If anyone would like to educate me, I'm all ears.

PS: I've also been told, again by a woman, that a man can't pee through an erect penis, or can do so only with difficulty. I'd appreciate an informed opinion on this too. 

There should be a booklet on male physiology for female story writers. 

 

 

 

Chris the Clever Boarder 

Chapter 3

Chris watched Gwen leave the shop. 

Abi had asked Chris to check the stock levels of the adult diapers and various panties that lined one wall of the shop. Chris felt strangely elated as he looked for gaps on the shelves of bulging plastic packs and racks of waterproof panties. Not long ago, he'd been standing outside this shop, preparing to put his plan into action, and now here he was, doing the job of a shop assistant handling, of all things, adult diapers. 

During his stock check, Chris had the opportunity to check his crotch. He was definitely wet, and anyone could see it. He'd have to keep his apron on. 

Chris had been wearing diapers to bed for a couple of years now. He'd started with pull-ups, and would deliberately pee a little into them, but not enough to over-tax them and wet the bedding. He didn't like the chore of washing bedclothes. Then he moved up to all in ones, with tapes. He dared pee a little more into these. A few months ago, he had added plastic pants to his protection, and a plastic mattress protector. 

Whether that gave Chris psychological security or whatever, he had begun to experience the pleasure of waking up wet, having soaked his diaper in his sleep. He wet while asleep once or twice a week now, often enough to mean that he genuinely needed to wear a diaper and plastic panty at night to avoid wetting the bedding and mattress - especially in hotels. He liked the feeling of needing to wear diapers, although he knew he could return to normal any time he wanted. 

His plan with Abigail, who was now his cunningly targeted adult baby mommy, was to genuinely wet the bed, 'for the first time in years', perhaps due to 'the stress of travel', or being 'nervous about being the perfect boarder'. Chris fancied himself as a very good actor. 

Chris's involuntary daytime accidents were initially much less common. Without pull-ups or diapers, Chris had only had three or four 'wet pants accidents' in the first year he'd been living alone and able to indulge his fetish. Two of those accidents had been while travelling - once on a bus and once in a car, and both times he'd had a bag or coat to cover the evidence until he could change. He'd also been able to hide or disguise the other times. He put them all down to not making enough visits to the bathroom. He was sure such accidents happened to most people, but like Chris, no one talked about them.

The last time he'd wet his pants without his diaper on was about a year ago. Since then he'd been wearing pull-ups most of the time during the day, and proper diapers for long trips in vehicles. He'd had a few accidents in the diapers, which was understandable since they were on long trips, but even then only because he knew he was wearing them and so didn't feel the need for the bathroom so often. Chris reused his daytime diapers or pull-ups if they were still dry at the end of the day.

He always wore taped diapers at night now. However, during the day he worse only pull-ups, which he felt were easier to hide. Chris had bought a carton of six packs of 14 pull-ups, and he was a little surprised to find he wàs on his last pack after only six months. That meant he was wetting his pull-ups about three times a week, he calculated. He supposed on reflection that that was about right. It wasn't a concern because he knew he could stop anytime he wanted just by more bathroom breaks not wearing the pull-ups.

As if in response, he felt himself peeing a little more. He suddenly thought of the rear view of his pants, uncovered by the apron. He decided a visit to the bathroom was in order. 

He was surprised how wet he was. The months of wearing pull-ups must have dulled his sensations, he thought. The plain white cotton undies he preferred were thoroughly wet and so were the crotch and inner thighs of his jeans. He looked carefully and didn't think anything was visible from the back, as long as he kept his legs close together and stayed out of bright light. But the sooner Abigail closed the shop the better. Chris had a plan to get to her house still wearing the apron, provided she drove here, he thought. Otherwise he'd 'spill something' on himself. Chris was proud of his ability to plan for eventualities. He only remembered when he walked back into the shop and saw Abigail that he'd forgotten to actually use the bathroom. 

'Well, Chris, that's it for today,' said Abigail a few minutes after 5pm. 'You've been a wonderful help this afternoon, Chris. I'd have you as my shopgirl any time. I'm parked a few doors away, so we can go straight home.

Chris smiled back at Abigail, pleased with the compliment.

'I was glad to help,' said Chris. 'Only I'm a shopboy, not girl.'

Abigail laughed, and Chris mentally chided himself for saying 'shopboy' instead of 'male shop assistant'. 

'Of course,' she said, 'But if you don't mind my saying so, there's not much difference, with your slight build and that beautiful shiny hair. Your lovely smile and light voice just complete the picture. You really would make a very pretty young girl,' Abigail concluded.

'Well, I'm a man,' replied Chris. Being told how pretty he was or how feminine his features were always made him feel peculiar, and the phrase pretty young girl applied to him made him feel even more odd. 

'You're blushing!' exclaimed Abigail. 'You really are a cutie, Chris.'

'But a man,' Chris repeated. 

He felt he had to stand his ground against the onslaught of what really were compliments, and which he liked hearing. 

Abigail smiled broadly. 

'Yes,' she said, dramatically lowering her voice. 'A man.'

'Well,' she continued in her normal voice, 'Get your manly self out of that apron and we'll head home.'

Chris looked at Abigail. 

'Erm, I thought I'd wear it to your house then take it off and wash it for you. My clothes need a wash anyway - I was going to ask you if I could wash them - and if this hasn't been washed since the other Chris wore it...'

Abigail thought for a moment. 

'You're quite right, Chris, and thank you,' said Abigail. 'That's very considerate of you. I just thought you might want to take the apron off as soon as you could.'

'No,' said Chris, 'It's ok.'

'You are a funny one,' said Alison. 

She smiled as she opened the front door for Chris and saw the small dark patch of denim between his legs. 

 

To be continued

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[puffy_bottom]

This is a treat!

[Diapered Dave]

Another GREAT chapter, Sally... Thanks!!

[Forced2wet]

I do love your stories, I hope you manage to finish this one.

 

If I can add one thing, as this take is set in London, England, would the characters not be using the word nappy rather than diaper? (Not criticism btw)

[Diapered Dave]

12 hours ago, Forced2wet said:

I do love your stories, I hope you manage to finish this one.

 

If I can add one thing, as this take is set in London, England, would the characters not be using the word nappy rather than diaper? (Not criticism btw)

Hey... This is the "Daily Diapers" website... Not the "Nappy" board. ( I vote for "Diapers" )

[SallyKAT]

Hi. I personally use the word nappy, and mummy. However, most readers are used to diapers and mommy, so I use those words. To non British and Australian readers, nappy means a hairstyle, so using diapers keeps the focus on the absorbent garments not the hair. I also use 'plastic panties' not 'pilchers' as I don't think most US readers would know what a pilcher is. 

[SallyKAT]

Chris the Clever Boarder

Chapter 4

Chris got into Abigail's car, and they drove the short distance to a pleasant house in a well tended garden. It was a freestanding house, unlike the terraces common in the area, and as they walked inside, Chris noticed the large, well decorated rooms. It seemed that Abigail was very well established. 

'I travel very light,' said Chris in answer to Abigail's comment on his single, small bag. 

'It's the best way,' said Abigail. 'I'll show you to your room, and you can decide whether you like the setup, then we can discuss rent.'

Chris followed Abigail upstairs. 

'It's Chris's old room,' said Abigail. 

Chris noticed the nameplate on the door. It showed a little girl in a fairy costume surrounded by flowers and stars. It said 'Chris's Room' in pink cursive writing. 

Abigail laughed as she saw Chris looking at it. 

'We won't even have to change the nameplate, will we?' she asked. 'If you don't mind it being a bit girly.'

'It's ok,' said Chris. 

The nameplate hardly mattered, thought Chris, and who would see it?

Abigail opened the door to reveal a sunny room looking over the back garden through a large window with a window seat below it. The decor of the room was pastel and very girlish. Almost juvenile, Chris saw. 

'You did a nice job on the room for a boarder,' he said. 

'Oh, Chris was a bit more than that,' Abigail replied. 'I hope you don't mind it being a bit feminine.'

Chris looked at the bed. It could only be called a 'princess bed', with a half canopy, a pink frilled bedspread, and several dolls arranged neatly against the pillows. Chris didn't feel that he could suggest any changes so soon after his arrival. 

'No, it's ok,' he said. 

He looked at a doll's house in one corner of the room. 

'How old was, is Chris?' he asked. 

'Just 14,' Abigail replied. 'Old enough to help in the shop, with supervision,' she added, noting Chris's surprised look. 

'Where is she now?' Chris asked. 

'Oh, she's staying somewhere else,' said Abigail. 'She's very happy.'

Fair enough, thought Chris. He looked at a pink overcoat hanging behind the door, 

'Didn't she take all her stuff?' Chris asked, lifting a corner of the overcoat.

It looked as though it would fit him. Chris was small for his age. At 5 feet 2, he was used to being carded at licensed venues. On the other hand, with his small stature, light build and smooth skin, he often got into venues as a child, depending how he was dressed, so it wasn't all bad. Occasionally he'd even been mistaken for someone's child. Once when he was in a shop with his female boss, that had happened. They'd laughed it off. It was more embarrassing when, with the same woman and when he'd been rugged up in winter clothes with a hat over his long locks, he'd been mistaken for his boss's daughter. They'd laughed that off too. 'Although, I wouldn't mind a lovely looking little girl like you for my daughter,' his boss had said. Chris had had a dream that night that he was actually his boss's daughter. He'd woken up feeling very strange and with a soaked diaper.

'No,' replied Abigail. 

'Oh,' replied Chris, returning to the here and now. 

He wondered where the other Chris had gone, leaving her nice overcoat behind. 

'The bathroom's through here,' Abigail said, ushering Chris back into the passageway and opening a door into a large, sunny bathroom.

Chris noticed that there was a built in bath and a glass walled shower. The bathroom, like the bedroom, looked quite feminine with pink soap, a fluffy pink floor mat and some more dolls here and there. 

'It's a nice big bathroom,' Abigail said. 'Chris loved her bath times.' 

'It looks fine,' said Chris. 

Chris really needed to pee. Everything looked good, so he thought he'd move things along. 

'Abigail, I'd like to take the room, if the rent is reasonable,' he said. 'I don't really need to see the rest of the house. I'm sure the living areas are just as nice.'

Abigail smiled, and to Chris's surprise, kissed him on the forehead.

'And there's a delightful back garden,' she said. 'I'll charge you what I charged Chris,' she added. 'She paid by helping out in the shop, but it wasn't a large amount in money.'

'That's fine,' said Chris. 

'Done,' said Abigail, kissing Chris again. 

Better than a handshake, thought Chris. 

'Thank you,' said Chris. 'Erm, I have to pee,' he added. 

'OK,' said Abigail brightly. 'You pop yourself on the loo, and I'll go and make some tea. I have some freshly made biscuits, too. Tell you what, I'll wait for a while, and you can have a nice bath. You probably need one after all the tube travel. They're full of fumes and grime.'

'Good idea,' said Chris. 'I'll do that.'

Abigail left the bathroom. Chris did as she suggested, and lifting the front of his apron, he slid down his jeans and underpants and sat on the toilet. It seemed easier than standing to pee with the apron in the way. 

Chris noticed that his underpants and jeans were now very wet. That happened sometimes. Probably more than he liked to admit, he thought. Maybe wearing pull-ups so often was making him lazy. He wasn't too concerned, as he knew that as soon as he stopped wearing the pull-ups, he'd stop having these accidents. He'd just become a bit insensitive to peeing slightly, he thought. 

Chris was soon in the bath. It was lovely to feel warm and clean. He began to think about the problem of his wet pants. He wasn't sure where his bag with a change of clothes was. He hadn't brought it into the bathroom. The clothes he had with him were obviously wet, except for the apron. How could he get to his bag? In fact, how could he get his wet jeans and underpants to the washing machine? 

Eventually, he hit on a plan. 

Downstairs, Abigail was on the phone to Gwen. 

'Perfectly,' said Abigail. 'Thank you, Gwen.'

'Yes, I'm certain he was,' Abigail said. 'He followed the little electronic trail we laid precisely, right up to the sign in the window. I wasn't sure he'd find the link to the email address and the shop, but our little sleuth was good. It's quite fun, isn't it? I loved the look on his face when you said you thought he'd look adorable in a diaper, or nearly that. And he was shaking with excitement when he got the sample pull-ups for you. I'm expecting that soon enough he'll wet his bed, or have an accident in his pants, and 'need my help'.

Abigail laughed into the phone.

'By all means,' she told Gwen. 'I'm sure he is. He wet his pants a little in the shop. He was trying to hide the evidence, but when he turned around it was as clear as day. I'm sure he's not wearing anything, and there was nothing in his bag, but it certainly smells of baby powder. I've put his spare clothes in the wash, and I know the ones he's wearing are wet, so I wonder how he'll deal with that.'

'No, he's in the bath now,' said Abigail. 

Abigail listened for a moment. 

'Well, he's Chris's size. A bit smaller, if anything. That's the obvious option. He'd swim in my clothes,' she said. 

'Lovely, Gwen. I'll see you then,' Abigail said and hung up. 

Now, to check on little Chris, she told herself, and headed to the upstairs bathroom. 

 

To be continued. 

 

 

 

 

[garyg]

Can't wait for the next chapter

Ok

[SallyKAT]

Chris the Clever Boarder

Chapter 5

Reluctantly, Chris climbed out of the big bath. He'd had a good wash, using the only soap and shampoo that was available, and he could smell the scented steam riding from his bare body as he glanced at the closed door before setting up his carefully planned deception. 

He picked up his wet jeans, underpants, shirt and socks from a chair by the bath, and the apron from the hook on the wall where he'd hung it after using the toilet. He submerged the clothes in the still full bath, squeezing and swirling them around before transferring them to the big pedestal washbasin, where he continued to squash and rinse them. 

He was still squeezing and rinsing when there was a light knock on the door, followed by the click of the handle being opened. Chris stiffened, and looked around for a towel. 

Abigail entered the room. 

'Hi Chris,' she said breezily. 'Are you washing your clothes? There's no need to do that, honey. I've put your other clothes in the wash, and I'll add these - if you can squeeze them dry enough,' she added with a laugh. 

Abigail smiled as she looked at Chris's neat little bottom as he stood stock still facing the handbasin. 

'I'm sorry, Abigail,' he said. 'I'll just, I mean, can you get me a towel? I should have got it before...'

Abigail laughed again. 

'Don't worry, honey. I've seen plenty of naked little girls and boys before,' she said, taking a soft pink towel from a hook and approaching Chris. 

'Arms up,' she said, standing behind Chris. 

'I can do it,' said Chris, trying to reach around to take the towel from Abigail without exposing himself. 

'No need,' said Abigail, lifting one of Chris's arms. 

Chris gave in and lifted the other arm. 

Abigail wrapped the towel around Chris's back, rubbing him vigorously in the process.

'Turn around,' she said.

Chris turned, trying to hunch a little for modesty.

'Up straight,' said Abigail.  

Oh well, thought Chris, and stood up straight. 

'That's better,' said Abigail. 'Now we'll get you all dry.'

Chris closed his eyes, and let Abigail rub his chest and stomach, and gently pad the towelling around his penis and scrotum. She stood back a little and admired Chris's smooth, hairless chest and the curls of dark public hair above his flaccid little penis. 

'What a neat little figure you have,' said Abigail approvingly. 

Chris didn't know what to say as Abigail quickly rolled and twisted the top of the towel around Chris's chest. 

'There you are, honey, all dry and clean. I bet that feels better,' she said. 

'Yes,' said Chris. 'Thank you.'

If his being naked didn't worry Abigail, he wasn't going to make an issue of it. 

'Erm, are my other clothes actually in the wash?' he asked. 

He hadn't allowed for that. 

'Yes, honey,' said Abigail. 'They were filthy. Very grimy, and they smelled of London traffic.' 

They didn't, she thought. They smelled of Boots' baby talc. She knew the smell. 

'Oh,' said Chris. 'I have to wear something.'

He was at a bit of a loss. 

'How long will my clothes take to wash and dry?' he asked. 'I could stay here until they're done.'

'Don't be silly,' Abigail replied. 'We'll find you something. My clothes are all adult, and you'd look like Charlie Chaplin. Chris is almost your size. I'm sure we can find you something of hers to wear.'

'But, girls'...' began Chris. 

'Don't worry,' said Abigail. 'Well find something that's not too feminine.'

Chris didn't reply. He hoped the other Chris had some jeans or something. 

Abigail led Chris from the bathroom into Chris's bedroom. 

She went to a wardrobe and opened it, revealing a brightly coloured selection of garments hanging neatly inside. 

'Let me see,' she said. 'Ah, here we are!'

Chris was gratified to see Abigail unhook from the rail some light blue denim. 

'You'll need a top too, and some undies,' she said. 

'Undies?' said Chris. 

'Well, bare skin against clothing isn't good,' said Abigail. 'There are some quite plain ones here,' she added, going to a chest of drawers. 

'Did Chris leave all her clothes here?' asked Chris. 

'Most of them,' replied Abigail. 

Chris wondered again where the other Chris had gone, but Abigail had now found a top after considering several choices, and asked Chris to sit on the bed. 

'First,' said Abigail, 'Panties.'

Chris wished she hadn't called them that. 

Abigail held up a pair of full cut, pale pink cotton briefs. 

'Best I can do,' she said. 'There's a bit of lace at the edges and a little bow in the middle here, but other than that there's not much difference from boy's undies. In you hop.'

Chris raised one leg, awkwardly holding the roll of towelling to his chest. He didn't know why Abigail hadn't put the towel around his waist. 

Abigail helped by raising the towel and pulling the panties up as Chris put his other leg in. 

'I can get dressed myself,' he said as Abigail pulled the panties up to his waist, with a full view of his crotch. 

'Just as easy for me to do it,' she said. 'Now, you don't need a bra, so let's pop your top on.'

Chris put a hand to the smooth cotton panties. He felt oddly enveloped by them. He could feel their light pressure across his whole bottom, high up to the small of his back.

Chris looked down at the top in Abigail's hands. It was a pale yellow t shirt with something on the front of it. 

'My Little Pony', said Abigail. 'Chris's favourite. But it's very small, and no one will notice it. Your bib will cover most of it.'

'Bib?' asked Chris. 

'Not a real bib,' said Abigail with a laugh. 'The front of these.'

Abigail held up a pair of pale denim shortalls. At least it's not a dress, Chris thought. 

'OK,' he said. 

Abigail put the top on Chris, and he glanced over to the big wardrobe mirror. He saw himself standing in front of Abigail, who was bigger and taller than he was. He pushed his long hair away from his eyes. He looked like a young girl being dressed by her mommy. He felt again that odd feeling he had whenever he was mistaken for a child or a girl.

The clothes were sort of unisex, he thought. Guys could wear those overall shorts things, maybe, he thought, 

Abigail helped him into the shortalls. She knelt in front of him and he put one hand on her shoulder as she got both his legs into the garment. 

She pulled them up snugly. Again, Chris felt tightly enveloped. He turned so that Abigail could attach the straps over his shoulders. 

With a little adjustment at the front, Abigail was done. 

'I think Chris is only a little taller and heavier than you,' Abigail said happily. 'These fit very well. What do you think?'

Abigail stood back and Chris looked at himself again in the mirror. He could have been either a girl or a boy, he thought. He looked down over the bib at the front of the shortalls. There was no fly, just a vertical seam curving over his rounded tummy. There were two buttons at each side, but that was it. There wasn't even much of a bump in front to show that he was a boy, or a man, he corrected himself. 

Abigail watched Chris and laughed. 

'You don't need an opening in front, honey. If you want to use the bathroom, just undo the straps and hop on the toilet. They're really very convenient. That's why they're ideal for children still in pull-ups or diapers, as well as holding them up so they don't sag when they're wet or messy.'

Chris felt himself blushing again. He'd forgotten about his scheme to have an accident. 

'Yes, but I'm an adult,' said Chris, trying not to sound too defensive.

He had a feeling he was losing control of things, and wanted to get back in charge of his cunning plan. 

'Yes,' said Abigail kindly. 'You're a grownup.'

She looked at Chris. He looked like a preteen girl. 

'OK, pumpkin,' she said, giving him a light tap on his round little denim clad bottom. 'Now what about your hair?'

'It's fine,' said Chris. 

'You keep brushing it away from your eyes,' said Abigail. 'Have you ever put it in a ponytail?'

'Sometimes, when I'm working,' said Chris, 'But it's fine.'

'Then let's do that,' said Abigail. 

Before Chris could speak again, Abigail was pulling his shiny hair into a neat ponytail. She deftly slipped something around it and announced that she was all done. 

'It's just a rubber band,' she said. 'It's such lovely hair it would look sweet in a ribbon, but you're a man, aren't you? she asked Chris with a laugh. 

'Yes,' said Chris, his light voice catching and sounding even higher in pitch. 

'OK,' said Abigail. 'Let's go downstairs. Gwen, whom you met in the shop, is coming over with her daughter Anna. We can have a little tea party. Come on.' 

Chris felt a tiny spurt of pee between his legs. Shocked, he looked down at his crotch. All he could see was a gently bulging expanse of smooth denim. Good, he thought, and reminded himself to visit the bathroom before he had too much tea. 

'Shoes!' Abigail said suddenly. 

'Over there,' said Chris, pointing to his scruffy sneakers. 

Abigail looked at them. 

'Hardly,' she said. 'They look disgusting.'

She had a point, Chris thought. He'd been traipsing all over London in them. But he doubted this girl Chris had anything that would fit him, or look decent. 

'Let's see,' said Abigail, back at the wardrobe. 

'Try these,' she said, holding out a pair of white Doc Martens with yellow stitching. 'They were a size too big for Chris. She got them for Christmas. See how they fit. Socks first, though. 

Abigail found a pair of short white socks and presented them with the shoes to Chris.

Dubiously, Chris pulled on the socks, which fitted. Then he tried a shoe, which also fitted his small foot. 

'Good,' said Abigail happily. 

The doorbell rang downstairs. 

Chris felt a rising panic. None of this was in his plan of an accidental wet bed due to being in a new place. He decided to go to the bathroom as soon as he could. 

'That's Gwen and Anna,' Abigail said. 'Perfect timing.'

'I need the bathroom,' Chris said abruptly. 

Abigail looked at him. 

'OK, quickly. I'll help  you with the straps,' said Abigail, and followed Chris into the bathroom. 

'Abigail...' began Chris. 

'Don't be silly,' Abigail replied. 'You'll need help with those straps until you're used to them.'

To demonstrate, Abigail reached out and undid the straps at Chris's chest, and pulled down his bib and his panties in one movement. 

'Quickly,' she encouraged him, patting his bare bottom as he turned to the toilet. 

He sat again, as it seemed a bit gross to stand holding his penis in front of Abigail. 

'Well done,' said Abigail after Chris's pee had splashed into the toilet bowl. 'Do you wipe?'

'Not usually,' said Chris, feeling flustered. 

'Well, a quick wipe then we're done,' said Abigail. 

'In a moment, Gwen!' Abigail called through the open door of the bathroom. 

Chris took some toilet paper of the roll and wiped his genitals. It was the first time he'd ever done that after a pee. 

As he stood up, Abigail pulled up his panties and shortalls, and attended to the straps. Then, with another pat to his rump, she led him to the door and followed him downstairs. 

Abigail opened the door to admit Gwen and her daughter. Gwen was dressed, like Abigail, in jeans and a closely fitting knitted top. Anna was, to Chris's discomfort, wearing pink cotton shortalls. She appeared to be about six years old. 

'Twins!' Anna squealed as she saw Chris. 

Gwen laughed. 

'Anna, this is Chris, who is staying with Aunty Abi.'

'Hi,' said Anna, grinning at Chris and spotting the logo on his t shirt. 

'I like My Little Pony too!' she exclaimed. 'Can I see yours?'

'All in good time,' said Abigail. 'First, I have some tea and biscuits. Sorry for the delay, Gwen. Chris needed the loo, and needs help with his straps.'

'You look lovely, Chris,' said Gwen, looking at him admiringly. 'Such shiny hair. Chris wore hers in a ponytail too. You're so lucky!'

'Tea and home made biscuits,' said Abigail, and led the party into the living room. 

Chris was glad he'd just been to the bathroom. Today was the first time for ages that he hadn't had worn pull-ups or a diaper during the day. He knew he only used them because he was wearing them, but he still felt naked in a way, and quite nervous. He was sure that Anna was out of diapers, and he found himself feeling oddly competitive with her, and anxious to measure up to her standard and not need daytime diapers or pull-ups. Then he found himself wishing that he could just ask Abigail if he could wear a pull-up, just in case. He had to get back to his plan. 

 

To be continued.

 

 

[kirababy]

love the way this one is slowly developing...the web is set...

 

[Tommy1943]

What a great story. Please keep on writing.

[Sky Hooves]

I like how Chris thinks he is tricking Gwen but in reality, Gwen is tricking Chris I'm looking forward to when he finally noticed he was actually tricked by her^^

[sc7738]

Love your story

[sissydreams]

one of the best stories that has been on here in quite a while, really hope that this one continues for a long time

[abcdbl89]

On 12/29/2018 at 9:04 AM, Sky Hooves said:

I like how Chris thinks he is tricking Gwen but in reality, Gwen is tricking Chris I'm looking forward to when he finally noticed he was actually tricked by her^^

 

1 hour ago, sc7738 said:

Love your story

I love your story too, It’s well written and captivating.  As for what to call diapers is better, in my opinion “nappies” and “plastic panties” evoke a bigger psychological influence on me.  The terms sound less clinical and allow my brain to regess to earlier times more easily.  As someone who is incontinent due to an auto accident, “diapers” are what I have to wear and “nappies or didees”  is what I want to wear.

[SallyKAT]

Hi Rachel - I agree with you. Nappies and pitchers are more infantile, but I'll still stick with diapers for the reasons above. You could always cut and paste the story and do a replace all diapers with nappies. 

[SallyKAT]

Chris the Clever Boarder

Chapter 6

The group settled down to the tea and biscuits. 

'I love tea parties!' Anna said happily, as Abigail poured the tea from a pretty porcelain teapot. 

'Do you?' she asked Chris, turning to him as she munched a shortbread biscuit. 

'Yes,' said Chris. 

He'd never actually been to a tea party before, but he was feeling very comfortable and well accepted. He felt pleased that Anna seemed to like him, too, despite their age difference. He didn't have many friends, and it was a nice feeling to have even a child so friendly and outgoing towards him. 

'More tea, Chris?' Abigail said. 

'Yes thanks,' said Chris, and watched Abigail refill his cup. 

'How are the pull-ups, Gwen?' Abigail asked her friend and customer. 

'Excellent,' replied Gwen. 'I haven't had a single wet spot,' she added, leaning back and spreading her legs a little to show the slightly bulging but dry vee of denim in her crotch. 'I had a change this morning. They're very comfortable, and it's a good feeling to be able to go out without having to worry about wetting my pants.'

Chris knew the feeling. He wished again that he had his pullup on. 

'Speaking of going out,' Abigail said, 'I think we could all go to the park in the next town later. There are lots of things to do there, and I'm sure Anna and Chris would enjoy it.'

'Anna and Chris', Chris repeated to himself. 

It was only a phrase, but it struck Chris. Not only was he dressed like Anna, but Abigail had casually referred to them both in one breath. It probably meant nothing, he thought, but it still gave him an odd little tingle. 

'Mommy wears diapers, but I don't,' said Anna suddenly. 'She wets her pants. I'm not wearing diapers because I'm a big girl.'

Both women laughed. 

'Mommy wears pull-ups, darling, not diapers, and she wears them because she is making your little brother or sister, Anna,' Gwen replied. 'And it's not quite true that you don't ever wear diapers, is it honey?'

'Mommy!' objected Anna. 

'It's alright, darling, Abigail understands,' Gwen told her. 'I buy your night time diapers from her shop, and you do still need pull-ups for long  car trips. Most little girls do.'

Anna turned to Chris. 

'Do you have pull-ups in the car,' she asked him, 'Or wet your bed?'

Chris blushed furiously. Both because he had an odd feeling that Anna thought he was a girl, and a young one at that, and because he did wet the bed and needed to wear something for long trips. He shifted in his chair. He needed the toilet again.

Abigail looked at Chris. She felt a guilty pleasure in enjoying his obvious discomfort. 

'Honey, that's Chris's business. Now let's finish these biscuits, then we can go to the park,' she said.

'I haven't wet my pants in the daytime for a year,' Anna announced. 

'Not quite a year, sweetie,' said Gwen, leaning over and kissing her daughter. 

Chris felt an urge in his groin. 

'Erm, excuse me, I have to use the bathroom,' he said, and pushing his chair back, he stood up. 

'I'll help you with your straps,' said Abigail, also standing. 'Then we can get moving.'

'I'll clean up here,' said Gwen. 

'Thanks,' said Abigail. 'Come on, Chris,' she said, and headed upstairs with him. 

'Does she still wet her pants?' he heard Anna ask Gwen as they reached the stairs. 

Chris felt a strange surge of emotion, accompanied by an urgent need to pee. He tried to clench his lower abdominal muscles as he climbed the stairs with Abigail. 

By the time they reached the bathroom, Chris was transferring his weight from one foot to the other. 

'Just stand still for a moment, honey,' said Abigail, facing Chris as she undid the clasps of the straps above his bib. 

Chris was desperate to pee. He put one hand to his crotch, not caring that Abigail was in front of him. 

'Hold on, baby,' Abigail said. 'Nearly done.'

Abigail pulled down the bib of Chris's shortalls, and moved his hand away to lower his panties. 

Chris let out a small groan, and waddled rapidly across the tiled floor with his panties and shortalls around his knees, and flung himself onto the toilet, where he peed volubly into the bowl. 

'Oh, sweetie, you should have said earlier,' said Abigail, looking at Chris kindly.

She could see that he was close to tears. 

Abigail let Chris sit for a minute, composing himself. Chris sat, not looking at Abigail. He hesitated for a moment, then took some toilet paper and wiped his genitals. 

'Good boy,' said Abigail. 'Now, let's get you dressed again. 

Chris stood up and quietly began pulling up his panties and shortalls. 

'Just a moment,' said Abigail. 

She bent forwards and examined Chris's panties. 

'You've wet these a little,' she said, 'But your shortalls are ok,' she added, looking at the denim. 

'I'm sorry,' said Chris. 'I didn't mean to.'

'Of course not,' said Abigail. 'But it's quite alright. Accidents happen. We'll have to get you some clean panties, though.'

Abigail left Chris standing in the bathroom, and soon returned from his bedroom with another pair of full cut panties. 

'Flowers this time,' she said, 'But still quite plain.'

She helped Chris off with his shortalls, and held out the panties for Chris to step into.Then she paused. 

'Chris,' she said, 'This might be an odd question, but would you like to wear some protection for the trip to the park? It's just that it's quite a way, and on the motorway,  You've had two big cups of tea, and we don't want another accident. There's no shame in wearing pull-ups for a car trip. Anna will be wearing hers.'

Chris bit his lip. This wasn't his plan at all. Another accident, he thought. It didn't really sound like a question, either. He was quiet for a moment. 

'Well, OK,' he said, and the tears welled in his eyes. 

Abigail kissed him on the forehead, and went to a cupboard in the bathroom. She returned with a folded pink and white diaper and a container of talc.

'These are better than pull-ups,' she said, unfolding the bulky rectangle. 'Just pop down on the bathmat, honey.'

Chris sniffled and wiped his eyes. 

'Hey,' said Abigail gently. 'It's not the end of the world. Lots of girls and boys wear these. You'll feel much more comfortable and you won't have to worry about wetting your pants.'

Chris sat on the bathmat and Abigail nudged his legs apart. 

'Are they...?' he began. 

'They're Chris's honey. She needed them just the same as you do,' said Abigail. 

Chris was still crying softly as Abigail talced his groin and folded the diaper around him. She pushed his soft little penis downwards and pulled up the front of the diaper then secured the tapes. Then she patted the smooth front of her handiwork and helped Chris to his feet. 

Chris stood and stepped into his shortalls. Abigail tugged the garment upwards and clipped the straps over his shoulders onto his bib. The shortalls were snug around his bottom as the straps pulled them gently but firmly upwards. Chris felt the same reassuring feeling of containment his panties gave him.

'Hold on,' Abigail said, and tidied Chris's hair and rebanded his ponytail. 'There,' she added. 'All done.'

Chris looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He saw a pretty young girl. He moved his gaze and his fingers to his crotch. Except for the central seam, the denim looked and felt completely smooth as it curved from his waist between his legs. 

'I look like a girl,' he said, his tears starting to rise again. 

'You look absolutely adorable,' said Abigail. 'No one's going to be looking at your tummy. Come on, let's go down to the others.'

Abigail put out one hand, which Chris happily took. His world was spinning a little, and he was glad of the security of an adult hand. 

 

To be continued.