That night was very long. I never felt so lonely as I tried to sleep in
my empty bedroom, my mind turning over with everything that had happened
at Gloria's place. I missed her terribly and started to call her several
times but didn't. She'd seen me s_ck on a rubber di_k, how could I look
her in the eye. No doubt, she thought of me as gay, which wasn't a big
thing since she had dressed me in diapers and plastic pants, but it
seemed to have ruined our mommy/baby game.
I didn't hear from her for three days. During that time, missing being
in diapers was driving me crazy. I couldn't even look at anything
plastic without thinking about plastic pants. Never before had I had any
fetish about clothing, but this was like being a drug addict. I had to
get back into those diapers. I had to feel the protective plastic of the
For hours I cruised the adult baby web sites and my need for Gloria only
got worse. Without hearing from her, I figured we were through and
started thinking about buying my own adult baby clothes, although doing
this by myself was a downer.
By the third day, I was ready to call Gloria when the doorbell rang, an
odd thing since I never get visitors. I ran to the door and found nobody
there but sitting on the front step was a huge basket of flowers. I took
the flowers inside, hoping they might be from Gloria.
Besides the flowers, there were plastic baby blocks, a pacifier, a baby
bottle, diaper pins, two pair of plastic pants - one of those that snap
up the sides, a pair of disposable diapers and two jars of baby food. A
note read: "I miss my little baby girl more than ever. All the stuff and
a few surprises have arrived. Won't you come over to play? Love Mommy."
As I read the note, my hand drifted to the plastic pants. They were so
soft and well, babyish. What a sweet and girly thing, receiving flowers.
I sat down on my couch, looking at the flowers, wondering what is
happening to me. My whole body wanted to be back in her arms, safe in my
diapers and plastic pants.
Despite my fear of Sammy, I couldn't resist any longer. I hurried to the
bathroom and pulled off my sweat pants. I replaced my underwear with the
disposable diaper and the plastic pants that snapped down the sides.
Just having those on me, made my knees weak. Over the plastic pants, I
put on a pair of gym shorts.
I hurried back to the basket of flowers and found a pair of very girly
I decided to take a risk and put those on before putting on gym shoes. I
figured no one would notice the lace around the top of the socks before
I got to Gloria's.
In my excitement, I didn't check outside before leaving my house. For a
moment, I almost died of embarrassment. Coming up my driveway was the
mailman. I didn't dare move because of my noisy disposable diaper. He
handed me my mail and my prayers that he wouldn't look down at my sock
went unanswered. A gust of wind blew and I dropped one of my letters. He
glanced down and surely noticed my socks.
He looked back up at me and grinned. I didn't say a thing nor dared pick
up the letter, worried he would hear my diaper.
"You have a nice day," he said, suppressing a laugh.
I hesitated at Gloria's door for a moment, knowing that by coming to
her, I was giving up my old self of being a man. Could I ever go back
after she puts me in a dress?
Nothing about being a man had been good to me so far, alone in my house,
no prospects of meeting anyone in my future.
I rang the bell.
She had to have been watching through the window, because she
immediately opened the door. Without a word, she hugged me tightly,
lifting me from the ground and pulling me into her place.
"Are you going to be my little girl?" she whispered in my ear, squeezing
my butt, hearing the crinkle of the disposable diaper.
I nodded, afraid my voice might crack.
She carried me like a toddler into her bedroom.
"What do you think?" she asked, turning me around so I could see the
Even sitting here, writing my story in that room, I still get the
shivers looking at everything. She had to have spent a fortune, this in
itself telling me how serious she was in our special relationship.
Against the wall was a beautiful white crib, big enough for me. Matching
it was a changing table, stacks of diapers and plastic pants visible on
the shelves. In the opened white cabinet next to the changing table,
hung a bunch of wonderful dresses and rompers, so much lace and ruffles
that my eyes were overwhelmed. I started to say something, overwhelmed
by the money she spent, but a pacifier being stuck in my mouth stopped
I hugged her neck as she continued to carry me to the bathroom, where
the tub waited for me. This bath was something I'll always remember. The
bubbles and frequent oils filled the room with soft girl smells. The
last bits of my old identity fell away as she took off my clothes.
Clothes that never wanted to wear again. Before taking off my disposable
diaper, she sat down on a stool, holding me in her lap, rubbing the
plastic as she softly talked.
"Once, I put you in this tub you're mine," she said. "Everything in your
life will be controlled by mommy: what you wear, eat, when you sleep,
when your diaper is changed. After this you'll never use a toilet again,
unless mommy says you can, but even then, it will only be because you
have to act grownup for a reason."
I hugged her tightly, listening to her soft voice telling me how much
she loved me, how she would protect me, how all my worries were gone and
how mommy would take care of everything.
After a few minutes, she took off my diaper and lowered me into the hot,
fragrant bath. It felt wonderful, as if I'd slipped into a new world of
softness and comfort. My old life washed away in the water.
Gloria left me in the tub for a few minutes as she left the bathroom. I
leaned back, letting the warmth cover me. When she returned I opened my
eyes to a nice surprise.
"This will keep mommy from ruining her dress while giving her baby a
bath," she said. The only thing she wore was a transparent, pink apron.
It was long, like the old fashioned ones from the fifties. I couldn't
take me eyes of her large breast, pressed against the vinyl as she knelt
next to the tub, leaning over me, scrubbing me with a pink sponge. The
nipples pressed teased against my smooth skin. I wanted badly to nurse
them, but she kept pushing my mouth away. "You bad little girl," she
said. "Mommy will feed you after your bath."
To keep my mouth out of trouble, she filled it with a pacifier, which I
suckled with passion as she finished my bath.
She finally took me from the tub and dried me. She then rubbed lotion
into my skin to keep me baby soft. I wasn't allowed to walk, so she
carried me into the nursery corner of her bedroom and put me up on the
plastic covered changing table. I was on my back, naked, sucking on a
pacifier, watching her get my diaper and plastic pants ready. Her body
was in complete view, only covered by the apron. It was nothing I ever
dreamed of in my fantasies.
I could see that she also was very excited. Her hands shook as she
pinned the fluffy new pink diaper tightly around my waist. After she
pulled my plastic pants on, she was almost in a frenzy. On the bed, I
saw a pink satin dress, petticoat, and black Mary Jane shoes waiting for
me. My heart fluttered in anticipation.
Gloria couldn't wait any longer. She took me to the bed, only clad in my
bulky diaper and plastic pants, and sat down, holding me like a baby,
one arm around my shoulders. She reached up and pulled the plastic strap
down from one shoulder, and pulled the apron down, exposing a wonderful
breast for me.
I spat out the pacifier and sucked earnestly on the enlarged nipple,
listening to her moan with pleasure as she rubbed my plastic pants.
Somehow, my right hand worked around the plastic apron and I started
playing with her mommy stuff. A loud moan came from mommy and her
breathing became hard. "You bad little girl," she panted. "Mommy might
have to spank you."
Suddenly, she cried out and arched her back, driving the nipple deeper
in my mouth and her mommy stuff at my hand. She came in shuddering
spasms and I came in my diaper.