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My Neighbor -My mommy
« on: March 20, 2006, 12:23:05 pm »
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My story started almost a year ago, quite by accident on my part because
not in my wildest dream would I think I 'd be sitting here, thickly
diapered in my feet pajama's writing about my regression into being an
helpless, and quite content baby girl.

I was a little man, standing only five feet tall and 90 pounds. I use
the past tense here because it is hard to think of myself as a man now.
Even in my dreams at night, safely tucked into my crib, I'm only a
little diapered girl. Sometimes I do have nightmares where I'm thrust
back into the real world and am lost like a child. I try to act like a
man in those nightmares, but people treat me as a child.

Before I get started in my story, I want to apologize if my writing
isn't the best and for any typos. My mind has not worked this hard in a
while and my fingers are stiff, being most times they are cocooned in
thumbless mittens.

Everything started innocently between me and Gloria, neighbors in a very
exclusive row of townhouses along the lake. Both of us single for
different reason, me for being so little and not someone women are
attracted to for a husband and she was so big that most men were afraid
of her size.

My days were very long, a surprise to me since I no longer had to work
after making millions on the sale of my software consulting firm. I use
the word firm loosely since it was only me developing a cute bit of
software that a big company wanted for their own.

One evening Gloria was getting home the same time as me. She had
groceries and asked if I wanted to come over for dinner. I said yes,
knowing that with our size difference, meant this wouldn't go farther
than just dinner.

Was I ever wrong?

The food was fantastic and we got along very well, in fact so well, I
was getting vibes that something more may be in line that night. This
scared the hell out of me. I was a twenty-six year old virgin with a
very small pen-is. No way would that satisfy this woman.

Things got friendly on the couch. We watched a movie and she reached
around and started messaging my neck, telling me what a cute little
thing I was. Her tone was as if she was talking to a little boy instead
of a man, and I would usually be insulted, but it felt so nice and safe
with her. Also, years of loneliness made me vulnerable.

I'm not sure how it happened, but sometime during the movie I ended up
with my head in her lap, her fingers playing with my thick hair, which
since I basically stopped working after the buy-off, I'd let grow kind-
of long.

Besides, a small pen-is, I have a small bladder. Soon, I needed to go pee
badly, but didn't want to get up and possibly spoil the mood. Her
fingers felt so strong and caring in my hair.

Finally, close to bursting, I had to get up from my spot in her lap. I
mean to say, that I'd never had to go this bad. What happened next,
would set a wild set of things in motion that ends with me in my current
state as I tell this tale.

I might have made it if I didn't fumble with my zipper, but I did and
before I could pull out my little pen-is, my bladder let loose. I managed
to get most into the toilet, but still, the front of my pants were

"Are you okay?" she called out to me.

This was extremely embarrassing. I needed to get out without her seeing
my accident. "I need to go over to my place," I told her from inside the
bathroom. "I'll be right back."

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

My plans were gone, as she stood right outside the door.

"I was afraid you might have waited too long," she said, looking down at
my wet pants.

"This has never happened to me," I explained.

She took my hand. "Don't be embarrassed. I understand," she said to me.
"Don't go home. I've got some pajamas you can wear."

I still wanted to leave, but she held my hand tightly. "Please stay."

I nodded yes and she shooed me back into the bathroom. Several minutes
later, she knocked on the door. "My stuff would be too big for you, but
this was something I bought for my niece when she stayed with me."

Her niece? I wonder to myself. Would she want me to wear girl pajama?

My question was answered when she handed me the pajamas. They were
definitely girls, made from satin and pink. Lace went around the sleeves
and leg openings. Worse were the panties she gave me. They were like
boxers, but satin with lots of lace.

"I know they are a little feminine, but it's just you and me," she said
from the other side of the door.

"I don't know," I replied.

She was silent for a moment. "We can have fun."

The way she said that, left no doubt, where this night headed. I took
off my wet pants and underwear and replaced them with the panties and
pajamas. Because the pajamas and panties added no support, my little
hard pen-is tented the front. I couldn't go out like this.

"Come on out, chicken," she said.

I complied, not looking her in the eyes as she silently led me back to
the couch. She said nothing about my condition. We laid on the couch
watching the rest of the movie until her hand left my hair and strayed
to the front of the satin pajamas. As she softly stroked me with one
hand, the other pulled off her tee shirt leaving her ample breast
exposed. Like a baby, I moved to the right breast and began to suckle on
the nipple.


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« Reply #1 on: March 20, 2006, 12:25:13 pm »
She moaned and applied more pressure to her stoking of me. I sucked as
my mind was lost somewhere else, experience the first time someone
touched me down there.

I didn't last long. In a wave of pleasure, I grew ready to come. Sensing
this, she quickly pulled my pajama bottoms and panties down to my
calves. I moaned around her nipple as I came into her working hand.

After I finished, she would let me stop suckling. As she pulled my
pajamas and panties back up, she said, "You keep wanting to spoil your
clothes, I'm going to have to put you into diapers."

At that point, I was ready to wear anything for her.

That night was so good, I stayed until she had to get up for work at
eight in the morning. She had washed my wet pants and they were ready
for me to wear back home. I actually felt sad to be taking off the
panties and wearing my usual boring underwear. Never before had I
thought about underwear, but as I walked home and for the next three
days, I was keenly aware of my underwear. My attention was drawn toward
anything about women's underwear on TV or in magazines.

I heard nothing from Gloria for three days, but she filled my mind. I
couldn't do anything constructive, just worrying if she was waiting for
me to make a move or had that night just been a fluke and she was
embarrassed to see me. I was almost into a depression when she finally

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight," she

The sound of her voice made me almost cry. I told I would love to come

Dinner was good but awkward. We didn't mention anything about the
panties and pajamas of the other night, even though it was so much on my
It was while drinking coffee that she hesitantly brought it up.

"I was afraid you might not want to come over again," she said.

I put down my coffee, search for the right words. "It's all I though
about the last few days."

She smiled and took my hand. "I've never done something like that
before, but you looked so cute in those pajamas."

"Because, I'm so little."

She squeezed my hand. "Being little really isn't so bad, you should try
being my size as a woman."

I'd never thought of that, but she probably had problems getting into a
relationship as me.

"Listen," she continued, "you can leave if this makes you uncomfortable,
but I have a proposal."

My heart was beating so loud she had to hear. I couldn't find my voice,
so I just nodded.

"I didn't call you or anything for the last few days because I wasn't
sure of my feelings. Seeing you in those panties and pajamas brought
something out in me I never experienced before. I felt both protective
of you and excited. Maybe it is our size difference, but I would like to
go farther with you in this direction."

I didn't know what to say.

"Would you be willing to let this fantasy go forward to explore a
possible special relationship? I promise not to make you do anything you
don't want to do."

"Okay," I managed to say.

She smiled widely. "Are you willing to be submissive to me?"

I agreed.

"If at anytime you don't want to go forward, you just tell me the
special word. This word will be grown-up."

We held hands for a few quiet minutes. I never answered in words, but
when she stood and I allowed her to lead me to her bedroom, I had

A new nightie was laid out on her bed. This one was very short, but I
didn't get a chance to look closer because she pulled me across the
bedroom into the bathroom. While the water poured into her large
bathtub, she peeled my clothes off, all the while, caressing my skin,
telling me how cute I was. Of course, when she finished stripping me, my
little pen-is was at attention, but she ignored it for now.

The bath was wonderful, filled with bath oils and bubbles. Very
delicately, she shaved my legs and other areas until I was as hairless
as a baby. The oils softened my skin, so much that I couldn't stop
touching my legs.

She would let me do anything. I stood there naked, the cold making my
small pen-is shrink to the point it almost disappeared, as she dried me
with a puffy towel.

Now, it was the time to get into the new clothes waiting for me on her

"Don't look," she told me back in the bedroom. "I want this to be a

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« Reply #2 on: March 20, 2006, 12:27:01 pm »
From behind me she slid the nylon baby doll length nightie over my head
and down on my smooth shoulders. It was really little girl stuff with a
baby and pacifier print. The edge trims with wide lace.

I started to say that she didn't have to do this, but she plugged my
mouth with a pacifier.

"No more talking for my baby," she said.

Next was something I didn't expect at all. On the bed, waiting for me
was a disposable diaper. "This will keep baby from worrying about
messing up her clothes or mommy's furniture."

If I hadn't gone this far already and was so lonely, I wouldn't have let
her put the diaper on me. Completely submissively, I laid on my back
while she powdered me and pulled the diaper up around me and taped it
tightly. It felt even better that the satin panties for some freaky

As I wrote before, I'd let my hair grow long. Now being diapered, she
treated me as a mommy and put my hair in ribbons without asking. "We'll
have to get those ears pierced," she commented when she showed me how
cute my hair looked after she finished.

She didn't have a bottom for me to cover the diaper, so I spent the rest
of the evening like a baby with my noisy pampers exposed, sucking on my
pacifier as we watched a movie. On the front of my diaper was a color
strip and I kept catching her glancing at it, no doubt wanting me to wet
With my small bladder, she didn't have to wait long. At first, I worried
that I wouldn't be able to pee lying down on the couch, but I hardly
thought about it before the front of my diaper grew warm and wet. This
seemed to be another step in my regression.

As I sit here writing in my wet diapers, I realize that even if I wanted
to stop, it would be impossible. Just in these few word thus far, I've
uncontrollably wet my diaper several times and by the rumbles in my
stomach, I'll soon be soiling myself.

Since it was a Friday night, I stayed over in her bed. She came hard
several times as I orally pleasured her, but I never came, nor did I
really want to. For some strange reason I was content to be mothered by

The next morning, I climbed from bed to head to the bathroom.

"Don't you dare," she commanded me. "I bought a whole box of diapers."

I turned and saw sternness in her eyes, something that made me a little
scared. Come back to bed and mommy will change you later.

"But, I have more pressing business than peeing," I pleaded.

I stood speechless as she came to me and plugged my mouth with the large
rubber teat. "I found this at the drug store," she said, directing me
back to the bed. "It's for bigger kids."

The pacifier brought back memories. I'd used one until a late toddler
and missed it dearly when my mother threw it in the garbage in a rage.

She snuggled me back into her huge bed and brought her laptop computer

"I've been thinking about us," she said. "We have something special here
I'd like to explore farther."

With the pacifier in my mouth, I remained silent.

"Yesterday, on the internet, I found a neat world for us." She opened
her web browser. "You would not believe all the cute stuff on eBay."

I watched as she went to eBay and type "Adult Baby" in the search
engine. I was stunned by the pages of baby clothes, dresses, diapers and
plastic pants, styled for babies, but in adult sizes. "Can you believe
this?" she asked me.

I sucked harder on my pacifier, my heart racing as I thought about where
this was headed.
"All my life, I've loved little girl dresses," she said," but at my
size, I never got a chance to play in ruffles, lace and petticoats. I so
much want to make you my little girl."

A silence hung over the bedroom after she spoke, me sucking on my
pacifier, her, rubbing the front of my diaper as she scrolled across all
the items in eBay.

In the end, she selected four expensive, beautiful dresses, a romper,
cloth diapers, pins, plastic pants in a colors and patterns - some of
them that snap on the sides, bottles, lacy socks and a black pair of
Mary Jane shoes. My silence was taken as an acceptance of my new role.

One thing I have always had is a spastic colon. When I have to go, I
have to go. She had just made her last purchase when I could wait no
longer. "I really have to go," I pleaded, taking out my pacifier to

"Then go," she said, holding tightly on my arm, telling me to poop in my


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« Reply #3 on: March 20, 2006, 12:28:16 pm »
Of course, I'd never gone while lying on my back, but that didn't cause
any problems. When I had to go this bad in the past, I'd actually had
little leaks as I hurried to find a bathroom. It felt nice to not fit
the urge as I relaxed and fill my diaper with the hot liquid.
It was quite noisy and I would have died in shame a few days ago, but
now I just hugged my new mommy.

"Don't worry," she comforted me. "Mommy will clean baby."

I then decided to never go out without a thin diaper on for protection
against these attacks.

Having my dirty diaper changed was another step in my regression. While
now, having my diaper changed by Gloria or her friends seemed natural,
that morning; it was life-changing experience, a feeling of giving
yourself completely over to someone else. A bond grew between us as she
removed my messy diaper and put me in the shower to clean the mess stuck
to my behind.

After the quick shower, she filled the bath with hot soapy water,
telling me all the while, how she would take care of her new little
girl. As if taking its new role, my little pen-is actually seemed more
withdrawn and tiny. The bath was as good as the night before and when we
finished, she put me in a new diaper and a little pink shirt she had
worn when she was a teenager.

I spent the remainder of the weekend in diapers, using up most of her
box. Meals were fed to me and all my liquids came from a baby bottle. We
watched movies and cartoons, with me pleasuring her many times. Saturday
night, I feel asleep while nursing on her large nipple.

The next two days, I was completely worthless, my mind not able to let
go of what happened with Gloria and the stuff she had on order. I found
myself on the Internet for hours reading adult baby stories and looking
at pictures of women wearing thick diapers and plastic pants. Never
before had I thought about being a woman, but as I stared at the cute
girls with the heavily padded buts and big plastic pants, I went into
deep fantasies about being one, loved and pampered by Gloria. Sleep also
didn't come easily as I found myself missing the pacifier. I also didn't
eat much and lost a few more pounds, dropping me below one hundred.

It was Wednesday afternoon, when Gloria called me, excited. "The plastic
pants and diapers arrived today. You have to get over here right now."

Luckily, I'd shaved everything that morning and was smooth as a baby. I
almost ran to her place.

"Look at these," she said, holding up a pair of pink plastic pants with
little stars. "Aren't they so cute?"

Her face glowed with excitement. Before I could respond, she placed the
pacifier in my mouth. I hungrily started sucking. "Did Melinda miss her
pacifier?" She pulled me toward the bedroom. "We got to get you into

The diaper was fluffy and pink. She also had purchased a liner for the
diaper. She almost ripped my clothes off and soon had me lying on the
diaper. In a cloud of powder, she got me ready for the diaper, all the
while breathing hard. She seemed about to c-um from the excitement.

She had also purchased diaper liners and when the diaper was pulled up
and pinned, the thickness made it impossible for me to close my legs.
While the disposable diaper was exciting, there was something special
about being pinned into a cloth diaper. Many older adults wore the
disposable diapers, but none wore pink cloth diapers and plastic pants
like a little baby. Flashes of those pretty girls on the Internet,
diapers and plastic pants, went through my mind. I felt like a baby girl
and gladly let her put a little pink shirt on me. She had bought it
today in the girls department at Sears.

Since then, I only wear disposables when we go out, but that is later in
my story.

"I want to do your hair," she said.

My hair was down to my shoulders, but not cut as a girl's would be. She
did the best she could by putting it in short pigtails.

By then, she was in a frenzy of horniness. She put me on the bed and
motioned me to move around in my diaper and noisy plastic pants, while
she watched, her hand down her pants.

Any inhibitions I had on where this was all headed, didn't seem
important. I found that I loved being the focus of Gloria's attention
and excitement. I moved my legs like a babies, making the pants sound
even louder. The thick material between my legs felt so good as did the
plastic of my pants.

After she came loudly several times, she came over and easily picked me
up as you would a toddler. "I have a surprise for you in the kitchen,
"she said breathlessly.

She had been busy the last few days and had found an oversized
highchair, which my little body fit into nicely, only my legs a little
too long for the bottom.

"Oh my," she whispered as she tied on a plastic bib. For a second, I
though she would start playing with herself again.

For dinner, she fed me some peas, little bites of hot dogs and a jar of
baby food carrots. We had just finished when the doorbell rang.

She looked at me frightened. "Who could that be," she whispered.

I actually got so scared I wetted my diaper without trying.

"You've got to hide," she said, working to get me out of the highchair,
her face worried.

Again, the doorbell rang.

We hurried into her bedroom, my plastic pants loudly crinkling with my
steps. "In here," she commanded, pushing me into the walk in closet.
Before closing the door and leaving me in the dark, she pushed the
pacifier in my mouth.

I sat with my knees to my chest, the thick diaper feeling heaving from
my wetting, listening to see whom it might be.

Everything had been a fantasy game of being her baby, but the thought of
anyone else finding out about our secret scared me to death. The voices
were muffled from the living room, although I could place that the new
voice was a woman's. Well, at least I thought it was a woman's. It was
one of those deep woman voices that could go with either sex.

They seemed to be talking a long time until things fell quiet. I
wondered if the visitor had left, but didn't want to take the chance by
opening the closet. I felt around in the closet, wondering if I should
take off this diaper and change into something else. The problems with
that was the darkness and the fact of her being so much bigger than me,
even if I found something that could pass as male clothes.

My stomach fluttered when I heard them come into the bedroom. I wasn't
sure at that moment, but I thought they were on the bed. Wet noises and
pillow talk came through the closed closet door. Oh no, I worried. She
was on the bed making out with a man. Was this her boyfriend? What would
he do to me if he found me in the closet?

I shuffled back into the corner of the closet, hoping to be hidden under
the hanging clothes. Gloria had started to moan and the bed squeaked.

As I said before, I have weak bowels and my stomach began to churn.
Pressure began building and I knew it would be useless to fight off the
coming storm. I knelt and relaxed, letting the hot liquid fill the back
of my waiting diaper, hoping the smell would not be noticeable in the

I kept kneeing after I finished, not wanting to sit in my mess. The
noise from the bedroom got louder as Gloria's moans grew in intensity. I
wished I was man enough to do her like that. I was scared, knowing this
had to be a big man to satisfy such a big woman.

Suddenly, the noise stopped. So did my heart, when I heard the other
person say something about smelling crap. The door flew opened and I
would have cried out if not for my pacifier.

"What the hell is this?"

"My little play toy," said Gloria.

"Is that the guy from next store?"

I was frozen in place. Instead of a man, it was a woman larger than
Gloria. She wore only a tee shirt and a huge strap on, the rubber pen-is
glistening from screwing Gloria.


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« Reply #4 on: March 20, 2006, 12:29:40 pm »
"Crawl on out of there," said the huge woman, her pen-is pointing at me
like a rod, huge compared to my own pen-is, shrunken and hidden in a wet,
smelly diaper.

I crawled past her, whimpering around my pacifier in shame. "Not much of
a man, is she?"

Gloria knelt on the floor, with her arms opened to hug and comfort me.

"He hasn't been screwing you?" asked the huge woman.

"If you saw his little toy, you'd know the answer to that question,"
said Gloria. "We just started playing together. Isn't she so cute in her

The huge woman sat on the bed. "Get back up here," she commanded. "She
can watch how to satisfy a woman."

Gloria obeyed, leaving me on the floor.

I was shocked to see Gloria passively being screwed by this huge woman.
I'd never thought about her being a lesbian, but I guess it made sense
with her getting excited about me being dressed as a little baby girl. I
slowly backed from the bed, wanting to escape back to my place, although
it would be risky, dressed in a diaper. I figured I'd grab a blanket
from the couch to wrap around me.

They were not paying attention to me and I almost got to the bedroom
door, when the huge woman shouted. "Now, where in the hell are you

She pulled out of Gloria and descended on me with her giant dic-k waving
as she walked. With iron hands, she grabbed me by the arm, dragging me
back to the bed. "We can't have a baby wondering around by herself while
I screw mommy."

The woman commanded me to kneel and not move. I heard her open a drawer
behind me. She pulled my arms back and bound my wrists with a thin rope.
Sometimes late at night, alone in bed, I fantasized about being tied up,
but reality was much more frightening. I could tell she had done this
before, since when she finished, I couldn't escape the ropes.

While she tied me, the rubber dil-do caressed my head, making me cringe.
She came around and it pointed at my face. "Spit out that pacifier," she
commanded, holding out her hand.

I looked to Gloria for help, but saw her submissiveness with this brute
offered no help. With my hand tied securely, I was helpless to resist

I spat out the pacifier.

Kneeling there at the feet of this big woman made me feel so little and
insignificant. The pain of my life being such a little man welled up in
me and for the first time since I child, I started crying. Even sitting
here in my dress, typing this story, the memory of that moment is making
me cry. Women might not understand how hard it is to be a little man,
ignored by woman and taller men. I only made the money I did was because
of my brains and talent, but at the end of the day, I was overlooked as
insignificant because of my size.

"Look up at me you sissy," she said.

My eyes rose up to meet her eyes, looking down at me from her six-foot
four body.

"Don't make him do that, Sammy," pleaded Gloria.

"Shut-up, bitch," Sammy said as she pushed the rubber dil-do to my closed
mouth. "Open that pretty mouth or I'll beat your as-s."

Her commanding voice scared the hell out me, especially since I was
helpless with my wrists bound behind my back. I obeyed and opened my
mouth to take in her rubber dic-k.

An invisible line was crossed when the pen-is slid past my parted lips.

"That's it little baby," growled Sammy, "suc-k daddy's big bottle."

The pen-is completely filled my small mouth, making my cheeks bulge. I'm
not gay and never thought of giving a blow job, nor been ever given one
from any woman, but I'd seen porn and knew what to do. I slowly began to
move my head, sliding up and down on the shaft.

The only sounds in the bedroom were my crinkling plastic pants and the
wet noise from my mouth around the pen-is. This went on for a long time,
sending me into a trance, my whole world shrunken to surviving her tool,
no wanting to make her angry.

I glanced over to Gloria and saw her sitting on the bed, on her knees,
rubbing madly on herself as she watched me services this brute of a
woman. Her mouth was opened and she breathed heavily.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, I came in my diaper. It was a violent thing, but
something more different than when I masturbated. I'm not even sure if I
was hard when the waves of gentle pleasure swept through me and I nicely
wet my diaper with my c-um. I must have moaned because Sammy laughed and
said, "Looks like your sissy enjoys her mouth being full."

She pulled out of me and I settled back on my legs, tired and confused.
Did I c-um because I liked giving the blowjob or was it because of
Gloria's excitement.

Sammy climbed back onto the bed and began screwing Gloria, the two of
them leaving me bound on the floor, a diaper full of smelly poop, urine
and my c-um.

Twenty minutes later, they were finished and Sammy went into the
bathroom. Gloria crawled across the bed and helped me off the floor.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered to me. "She's leaving and I'll untie you
then and get you out of that diaper."

Sammy did leave and Gloria untied my wrists. My diaper was a mess and
she showered me down in hot water. Afterward, she gently dried me in a
soft towel, neither of us saying anything about what had happened to me
with Sammy.

Wrapped in the towel, I followed her to the bedroom, where she gave me
my clothes. She seemed very sad. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was
gay," she said, "but Sammy had left me months ago and had moved out of
town. I never expected her to come back. I liked what we had started,
but if you don't ever want to come back over here and play, I

I put on my clothes and walked to the door.


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« Reply #5 on: March 20, 2006, 12:30:48 pm »
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 suc-k on a rubber dic-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.

They were.

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
my words.

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.


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« Reply #6 on: March 20, 2006, 12:31:53 pm »
For almost a half of an hour, she held me as we laid together on the
bed, her in just the plastic apron, me in my diaper and plastic pants. I
drifted in and out of sleep, never wanting to leave this spot, thankful
to be diapered so I didn't have to get up to pee. I just let it dribble
from me whenever the slightest urge occurred.

"Are you wet?" she said, waking me from my slumber, pulling at the waist
of my plastic pants to check my diaper. "Not too bad, you can wait. I
want to get you into your pink dress."

In a few minutes, I stood in front of the mirror, stunned at the little
girl looking back at me. The pink satin dress was actually a sailor type
dress, with the color lined in white. The waist was high, across my
chest. The puffy sleeves made my already skinny arms look even smaller.
The hem only went down a little past my waist, leaving my diapered state
exposed. A diaper cover that matched the dress was over my plastic
pants. The diaper cover has rows of lace on the back. The lacy socks and
black Mary Jane shoes finished the outfit.

I trusted her completely and didn't argue when she took a bunch of
pictures. We watched some TV until dinner, which for me was eaten in the
high chair. She feed me little hot dogs and smashed peas. For desert,
she surprised me with a birthday cake. "This is the birth of our new
life together," she said.

I said nothing, seeing that I was sucking on my ever-present pacifier.

After the cake, she took off my dress and changed my diaper, getting me
ready for bed. It was still early, but for some reason, I was sleepy.

The diaper for bedtime was super thick, with two soakers making it
impossible for me to keep my legs from being spread apart. The diaper
was cute, being pink with little animals. I was surprised when she
didn't put any plastic pants over the diapers and was even more
surprised when I saw what I'd be wearing to bed.

Obviously, she had been busy buying stuff off the web without me. First,
she took my hands and pushed them into tight, small fist. Over my fist,
she fitted thick rubber mittens on me, securing them around my wrists
with attached straps. This made my hands useless without being bound
together. Next, she had me stand while she pulled a thick plastic bag
down over me, but it wasn't a bag. At the end was an opening and a hood.
She tied the cord for the hood tightly under my chin.

She lifted me and put me in the baby bed. The end of bag had a zipper,
which when closed, locked me in my plastic sleeping bag. Now I saw why
she didn't bother with the plastic pants. The bag would protect the bed,
plus the mattress was cover with a plastic sheet.

The plastic bag gave me some room to move my arms and legs, but it was
shorter than me, so my legs couldn't be straightened. There was no way I
could get out of bed, when she pulled up the railing.

"I'll be back with a bottle for you later," she said, turning off the
lights except for a small nightlight over the changing table.

Even now, I'm put into that sleeping bag several times a week.

I wasn't at all sleepy. Helplessly, I moved around in the bag, the
plastic and rubber making a lot of noise. I kept thinking about what I'd
submitted to and how far did Gloria planned to take this. I really
didn't know anything about her except she was a lesbian and had a mean

This made me a little frightened. What if Sammy came back and found me
in this bag? What would she do to me? It seemed clear that Gloria
couldn't help protect me.


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Parts 10 of story
« Reply #7 on: March 25, 2006, 04:51:49 pm »
My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 10
Author: Deewet, Mar/22/2005 12:00:02 [-04]

      With no clocks, I have no idea how long it was before Gloria came back
      into the room. She had to wake me since I had finally dozed off. While I
      was in my bed, securely in my plastic bag, she had changed into mommy
      clothes: a flower print dress, high heels and a blond wig done in a
      sixties type style.

      My skin was wet in the plastic bag from the trapped body heat. When she
      picked me up out of the crib, the plastic clung to my wet diaper.

      The wet diaper worried me a little because I didn’t remember wetting. Had
      I wet while sleeping?

      She sat us down in a large lounger and began feeding me a bottle of warm
      milk, me still helpless with my mitten hands inside the plastic sleeping
      bag. I watched her blue eyes as I sucked from the bottle, loving her more
      with each minute. In her arms, I really felt like a child, dependent on
      her mother for everything.

      “I hope this is what you want?” she said to me. “This is so special to me.
      I really don’t want to let you ever grow up. Is that okay with mommy’s
      girl. Does she always want to by mommy’s baby all snug in her cute
      diapers, wearing lovely dresses, drinking her bottles.”

      I nodded my head why I sucked the milk from the bottle, the action of
      sucking the rubber nipple in itself being a great comfort to me. After I
      finished the milk, she gave me another bottle of juice. I don’t remember
      finishing that bottle since I fell asleep in her arms.

      Now I know she puts muscle relaxers in my formula to make me sleep, but
      that first time, I felt my arms and legs drift away as I sucked on the
      bottle, listening to my mommy gently sing, drifting off to a deep sleep.

      I awoke to a hand caressing my cheek. Slowly I open my eyes, expecting to
      see my mommy, but instead, I saw Sammy.

      “Wake up little one,” she cooed.

      I wanted to flee, but in my bag and crib that wouldn’t happen. Sammy was
      dressed in a man’s suit, with a white shirt and tie. In her hand, she held
      a large wooden paddle.

      With the grogginess from the drugs, I felt in a dream state, not really

      “Don’t bother calling out for mommy,” she warned me, ready my mind,
      because I was going to call out for her. “She’s tied up at the moment.”

      I looked over to the bed and saw Gloria, lying face down on the bed, her
      wrist tightly bound behind her back with white rope. Her ankles were
      secured to the bedposts by white rope. The flower dress was pulled up to
      expose her bare as-s, her old lady pink panties pulled down.

      “Mommy needs to be punished by daddy,” said Sammy. “She need to remember
      who wears the pants in this relationship.”

      Gloria looked over at me, a wide leather strap locked around her mouth,
      holding in a gag.

      I was scared to death, bound in my plastic bag. I’d never thought about
      being spanked and I didn’t know if I could stand watching her get a
      spanking. What a miserable excuse for a man I was, in diapers, not being
      able to help my mommy.

      The first slap on her cheeks made me jump and cry out, losing my pacifier.
      A red mark showed brightly on her pale skin.

      Gloria squirmed against the ropes after each spank, muffled moans coming
      her gagged mouth. I wanted to cry for Sammy to stop, but I was too afraid
      to say anything. Like a little sissy, I cried as she reddened Gloria’s

      Finally finished, she staggered over to the crib, leaning on the rails,
      looking down at me. “You’ll get the same if you disobey daddy,” she said,
      slurry the words. I realized she was drunk.

      Sammy left the room, leaving Gloria bound and gagged on the bed, her soft
      cries muffled by the gag.

I had to break up your post that was several megs in size! If more than a few people would have clicked on it at the same time (this is a very high traffic board) it would have crashed the entire board & server. The server can handle large files, but cannot handle lots clicking on large files all at once. So I spead it out over NINE posts -Betty-

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« Reply #8 on: March 25, 2006, 09:14:07 pm »
My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 11
Author: Deewet, Mar/24/2005 11:20:29 [-04]

      Thanks for the comments on the story.

      Despite being left helpless in my crib with Gloria bound to the bed,
      crying from her sharp spanking and the fear of what Sammy might do to me,
      the drugs in my bottle made it impossible for me to stay awake. My next
      moment of being aware of anything happened when Gloria awoke me. The room
      was bright with warm sunshine and she was all smiles, dressed a short
      white cotton skirt, low-neck tee shirt, and protected again in a plastic
      apron. It was as if last night hadn’t occurred and I really thought I
      might have just been dreaming the whole spanking episode.

      She carried me to the bathroom where another wonderful bath awaited me.
      She unzipped the bottom of my sleeping bag and pulled it over my head.

      “Oh dear,” she said, looking at the rash on the inside of my thighs. “We’d
      better not go without plastic pants next time.”

      The wet diaper, without the plastic pants to protect my smooth thighs, has
      irritated the skin, making it a bright red. It hurt at first when she put
      me in the hot bath.

      After fifteen minutes of pure bliss; being washed with a soft rag, being
      shaved to remove the very light growth on my face during the night, she
      helped me out of the tub, the spanking a faded memory. Everything was how
      I wanted it to be; Me and my mommy having a beautiful morning together.

      “Do you have to go home for anything?” she asked me.

      It felt funny using my voice after the long hours of being silent. Yes, I
      told her, I did have a few things to take care off – mainly taking care of
      some paperwork and calling my real mother.

      I was surprised when she put a disposable diaper on me instead of a thick
      cloth one. I was even more surprised when I saw what she had out for me to

      Instead of baby wear, she had older clothes for me, clothes that a girl of
      maybe thirteen or fourteen would wear to a catholic school. The skirt was
      a red plaid and the cotton white blouse had a wide Peter Pan collar lines
      in the same red plaid. The blouse buttoned up the back.

      “We’re going out today,” she said. “I don’t think you could get away with
      one of your lovely baby dresses so today you’ll be a young teenager,” she
      said, patting my disposable diaper, “except most girls don’t have a diaper
      hidden under their skirt.”

      I wasn’t ready to go out in public with this. “I’ll never get away with

      She laughed, holding up a training bra. “You’re as little as a thirteen
      year old. No one will notice, in fact, I bet you attract some boy’s eyes.”

      The whole thought of going out in public dressed as a girl made my stomach
      flutter and I swear, I felt my pen-is and balls shrink as she put the
      training bra on me. “I’m not sure how big we should make your breast. I’m
      thinking just little girl buds.”

      In a few minutes, I was dressed in a plaid skirt, white blouse, white
      tights over my diaper and saddle shoes. She wouldn’t let me look in the
      mirror until she brushed out my hair and put it in a ponytail, tied with a
      red ribbon.

      I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was right. I looked like a young girl
      in schoolgirl clothes. The only thing was my noisy diaper under my tights
      might tell someone that something was different about me.

      “We have a busy day,” Gloria told me. “Let’s get you some breakfast, you
      go over to your place and take care of things, and then we can go get your
      hair done and ears pierced.”

      My eyes must have opened wide with fear for she hugged me. “Don’t worry,
      this will be a wonderful day for us. I’ll treat you like the most
      wonderful mommy.”

      I almost cried out when we got to the kitchen. Sitting at the table was
      Sammy, wearing man’s pajamas, reading a newspaper. Everything last night
      had really happened.

      She lowered the paper and smiled. “Good morning, Amanda,” she said.

      “She named you, Amanda, last night,” said Gloria.

      Although I was dressed older, Gloria put me in the high chair and tied a
      bib around my neck.

      ‘I can’t believe how cute you are,” said Sammy, her voice deep, but not

      I couldn’t look at her, she scared me so much.

      Sammy seemed nice, but not doubt, the one who wore the pants. Gloria made
      sure Sammy’s coffee was fresh and was quiet as she fed me oatmeal. She
      cleaned up while I drank juice from my bottle.

      The whole scene made me feel like a little girl with my mom and dad.

      Later, going over to my house, in a skirt and tights, terrified me. I
      stood at the Gloria’s door for a few moments, until she whispered to me.
      “Just hurry over there. No one will know it’s really you.”

      I really didn’t agree with her. I might not look like my male self, but I
      was still the same little size.

      The walk down her steps and back up mine, seemed like miles. Two cars
      drove by while I fumbled with the lock on my front door. I almost fell in
      the doorway, and quickly closed the door. I leaned against the door,
      catching my breath.

      It felt so strange being in my house in a skirt. This was a big turning
      point in my submission. My male clothes were waiting in my bedroom. I
      could change from these schoolgirl clothes and go back to my old life.

      I didn’t.

      My place has big windows with no curtains since I loved sunlight. This
      made it a problem, since I was clearly visible to the outside world,
      dressed like a little girl.

      I decided not to care. I sat at the kitchen table and called my real
      mother. Out conversation is a blur to me now, since I could keep from
      looking at my legs and skirt, or playing with my ponytail. Mother did get
      excited when I told her I met someone. I’m sure that excitement would have
      been more subdued if she new that someone was my new mommy.

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« Reply #9 on: March 25, 2006, 09:17:14 pm »
My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 12
Author: Deewet, Mar/28/2005 08:24:58 [-04]

      Gloria couldn’t stand me being out her sight for long and I’d just hung up
      the phone when my doorbell rang.

      “Are you ready to go?” she asked me, carrying a large bag that left no
      doubt it was a diaper bag. “Mommy’s got everything we need for our special
      day pack in here.”

      I nodded yes and she took my hand, leading me out of my place to a nice
      BMW, where Sammy waited behind the wheel. From the sidewalk, she looked
      like a man driving the car.

      Gloria helped me into the backseat and made sure my seatbelt was secured.
      Before leaving me to get in her seat in the front, next to daddy, she
      lifted my skirt and pulled out my tights in the front to check the color
      strip on the diaper. It was blue, showing I had wet myself.

      “I’ll change you after the beauty shop.”

      She got in the front seat and gave Sammy a kiss. I couldn’t believe how
      much they looked like a couple and me their daughter in the back seat. As
      Sammy pulled away from the curb, Gloria reached back and put a pacifier in
      my mouth. “You can’t have that outside the car,” she said to me, using a
      voice mothers used when talking to their baby’s, “but inside, it will help
      baby relax.”

      I tried to look away from the windows so no one would see me sucking on a
      pacifier like a baby – I know, a silly worry seeing I was a man dressed as
      a little girl, wearing a wet diaper – but then this was all new to me and
      very scary.

      The beauty shop was not one of those in a strip mall, but a renovated old
      house in the artsy district.

      “Do they know I’m not a girl?” I asked Gloria.

      She didn’t answer me and Sammy turned to glower. “Amanda has earn a
      spanking later,” said Gloria. “She knows that little girls don’t ask
      grownups questions.”

      The word spanking and the look on her face as I was scolded, frightened me
      enough that I peed in my diaper.

      A group of teenage guys were hanging outside a video store when we got of
      the car. For the first time, I experience what it feels like to be a girl
      stared at by boys. I didn’t dare look at them as I walked by, hoping they
      couldn’t hear the plastic sounds coming from my tights rubbing against my

      The shop was crowded with women and their daughters. This was a place
      specializing in little girls. Gloria gave them my name and we sat on a
      nice soft couch. The only problem was the way the couch was made I
      couldn’t touch the floor when I sat back. Gloria gave me a teen magazine
      to look at, which I pressed on my lap to help keep my short schoolgirl
      skirt flat, hoping no one could look up the skirt and see my diaper. I
      also sat as still as possible because of the noise any movement made.

      I worried what would happen if any of these mothers realized I was a
      twenty-eight year old man. Probably I’d be arrested, my life ruined. My
      stomach felt sick at the thought of being put in a jail cell looking like
      this. I’d get beaten up or raped by the others in my cell.

      I flipped the pages of the magazine, not seeing the pictures, just wishing
      I wasn’t here. What would Gloria do if I walked out? How would I get home
      looking like this?

      “Amanda?” called out a pretty girl from behind the counter.

      “Right here,” said Gloria.

      I got up from the couch, carefully, trying to minimize the noise from the
      plastic. The walk back to the chair seemed forever, my diaper sounding

      The pretty girl put a pink plastic cover over me, snapping it around my
      neck. While Gloria and her talked about my hair, the girl’s fingers played
      with my hair, fluffy it out.

      “We usually don’t like to die hair this young,” said the girl.

      Gloria motioned the girl away from me and whispered something in her ear.
      I saw money exchange hands and when the girl glanced back at me, I could
      tell she now knew my secret.

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« Reply #10 on: March 25, 2006, 09:18:30 pm »
My Neighbor - My Mommy Part 13
Author: Deewet, Apr/4/2005 06:08:50 [-04]

      I felt my manhood completely slip away, sitting there, dressed as a little
      girl, diapered under my white tights, as Gloria talked about me. Soon an
      older woman joined their discussion, the pretty younger girl continually
      glancing over at me, sitting mute on the chair.

      The woman owned the shop and some decision was made, without my input of
      course, since I was just a child to them.

      During their lady talk about me, a rumbling had started low in my stomach
      and I felt pressure on my bowels, a pressure unlike I’d felt before. It
      took on my focus at that point to not soil my diapers, which would
      complete my humiliation.

      The girl came back to me and helped my from the chair, leaving the pink
      plastic apron over me. She smiled at me and told me how cute I was.
      “You’re so cute, you make me jealous,” she said.

      Her attention produced a combination of humiliation and excitement. I was
      usually invisible to girls like her. They were on the look out for big
      jocks, not guys shorter than them.

      She lead me and Gloria to another room, all the while, each step --besides
      being noisy because of my plastic diaper – threatened to make me loose
      control and soil my diaper.

      I almost made it down the short flight of steps to another part of the
      beauty parlor, when I lost the battle. Loudly, I uncontrollably filled my
      diaper, making the girl stop in disbelief. The poop was completely runny,
      like I was peeing out the back.

      “Amanda!” said Gloria in a scolding tone.

      “Did she just go in her diaper?”

      “I’m terribly sorry,” said Gloria. “That’s why she always has to be
      diapered. The poor dear can’t control herself.”

      Tears of shame ran down my cheek. I really didn’t care if she saw me
      crying, after all, she just heard me fill my diaper like an infant, not
      the school girl I was dressed as in the stairwell. Gloria, thankfully,
      hugged me tightly, telling me that everything was okay. She’d change me
      and the nice girl would do my hair. She told me it wasn’t my fault, that I
      should never be ashamed of losing control.

      While, she hugged me, I uncontrollably wetted my diaper and I felt more
      leak from my behind. I cried more for my loss of control. Had there been
      something in the bottles Gloria gave me to drink? Did I really have to
      wear a diaper not just for fun?

      The girl, who I had to call Miss Nancy, directed Gloria to a bathroom
      where I could be changed.

      In the bathroom, Gloria pulled out a rubber sheet from the diaper bag and
      laid it out of the floor. I obediently got on the sheet, on my back, my
      legs bent, ready to be have my diaper changed.

      Gloria gave me a bottle to drink as she pulled down my white tights,
      taking them down to my ankles to make sure they stayed clean. “Oh, good,”
      she said. “Nothing leaked.”

      The smell was bad, but it didn’t seem to bother Gloria as she cleaned me
      up while I sucked on the bottle.

      There was a knock on the door. It was Miss Nancy.

      “Come on in,” said Gloria, whose face shined with excitement. Oh my, I
      thought, this is really turning her on, humiliating me in front of a
      pretty girl younger than me.

      Miss Nancy came in and stared down at me, my skirt pulled up and me fully
      exposed, waiting to be diapered. I felt my manhood shrivel to be invisible
      when she said, “No wonder you keep him dressed as a little girl, he’s

      Miss Nancy carried something in a bag. “I ran down the street to a special
      store,” she told Gloria. “I thought this might help prevent any future
      accidents while she is in my chair.”

      They turned away so I didn’t see what was in the bag, but Gloria sounded
      excited. “This will be perfect. I was already thinking about getting one
      of these for trips outside.”

      “It’s my little treat, but you have to promise that I can come baby sit
      for her.”

      “Get on your hands and knees,” commanded Gloria.

      Submissively I did as ordered. Miss Nancy pushed my head down to the
      rubber sheet, which raised my rear end toward the two females. I can’t
      think of a more vulnerable position that you can find yourself in.

      I cried out a little when something wet and slippery was spread into my
      rear hole.

      “Give her this,” said Gloria.

      Miss Nancy pushed a pacifier in my mouth.

      Now, having a butt plug in me, feels comforting, but I was virgin that
      first time in the beauty shop bathroom and when Gloria pushed it past my
      hole entrance, I cried out despite the pacifier. It felt as if I was being
      ripped apart.

      “Press this button and it seals,” said Miss Nancy.

      I felt the plug swell.

      “Try pushing it out, Amanda.”

      I didn’t have to try. My body wanted to expel the invader, but nothing
      happened. I was securely plugged.

      “This is so wonderful,” said Gloria. “You need to thank Miss Nancy.”

      I could barely catch my breath; let alone talk. It felt as if I had to
      take a giant poop.

      They turned me over and taped me tightly in a new diaper. Miss Nancy
      pulled up my tights.

      While I thought walking in thick diapers made you toddle, it was nothing
      compared to walking with a butt plug jammed up you. The rubber plug teased
      my colon with each step and I felt weak at the knees. Gloria helped me
      walk or I’d surely had fallen.

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« Reply #11 on: March 25, 2006, 09:20:24 pm »
My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 14
Author: deewet, Apr/4/2005 17:38:28 [-04]

      Miss Nancy led us back down the steps and into a different part of the
      place. Although we were at a lower level, the room was at the street level
      behind the shop. There were two beauty shop chairs in the bright room with
      huge windows toward the street.

      “This is better equipped to change Amanda’s hair,” said Miss Nancy.

      My butt plug pushed up farther when she had me sit in the chair. I must
      have let loose a little squeal because she and Gloria laughed. “I think
      she likes having something in her,” commented Miss Nancy.

      “She’s full of surprises,” said Gloria, leaving me alone in the shop as
      she went to run some errands with Sammy.

      I’ve always loved having someone touch my hair because my scalp is very
      sensitive. Miss Nancy’s fingers were wonderful and I loved every minute of
      her dying and changing my hair. It also made things easier that I could be
      worked on without any interruptions to go to the bathroom.

      Sometime in the long process, another pretty woman came downstairs to see
      us, catching me nursing a bottle of juice while waiting for something to
      set in my hair. She’d heard about a sissy being turned into a pretty
      little girl.

      “Look at this,” said Miss Nancy, lifting my skirt to show the girl my

      “Is it wet?”

      “She’s also plugged to keep her from having any smelly accidents.”

      “You put a butt plug in her?”

      “Don’t believe me?” Miss Nancy lowered my skirt and started pushing me
      around on the chair, making the butt plug massage me inside. “Watch her

      I couldn’t help myself, it felt too erotic and I closed my eyes, moaning
      around the nipple on my bottle.

      The girl cried out with glee. “I can’t believe this is really a man under
      those clothes.”

      “No one will ever think she’s a man again after I’m done with her hair.”

      “Where did her mommy go?”

      Miss Nancy laughed. “She said she had some dresses to pick up at the Post

      The girl took my right hand. “Look how little her hands are. Mine are

      “They match the midget pen-is she has.”

      Like my whole life, I was being ridiculed by good looking women, but this
      time it didn’t bother me like in the past. Being made into a little girl
      by them seemed to change things and for the first time in my life, being
      little had it’s advantages. I was being fused and made over by women
      normally way out of my league.

      The girl was actually a manicurist and she had come to do my nails. I was
      to call her Miss Linda.

      For the next thirty minutes, the two chatted, ignoring me as if it were a
      child in the chair. Gloria came back carrying a dress in a plastic bag.
      She had also brought shoes and a few other things. “Oh my god,” she said
      at seeing me. “She’s beautiful.”

      They hadn’t let me look in a mirror so I wasn’t sure how I looked, but
      from Gloria’s expression, it had to be good.

      “I thought you girls might like to see her in her girly dress,” said

      “Only if we can put her in it,” said Miss Nancy.

      After a few finishing touches, the girls took me to a back room.

      They stripped me down, all the while, marveling about how little and
      hairless I was. “I’d kill for skin this soft,” said Miss Linda.

      In the bag, Gloria had packed a fluffy cloth diaper and rumba pants lined
      with plastic. The girls decided to change me from disposables to the cloth
      diaper and panties.

      “Oh, look how cute it is,” said Miss Linda when Miss Nancy pulled down the
      front on my diaper. Embarrassingly, I had a full erection and it still
      looked small. “And it’s trying to act like a man. Watch this,” said Miss
      Linda as she bent over and put me in her mouth. “It’s so little I can
      still talk with it in my mouth.”

      Despite being made to be a girl, I was still excited and uncontrollably I
      became coming in her mouth. “Oh no,” she said, spitting me out of her
      lips. “The little baby is coming.”

      Instead of a rocking orgasm, the c-um just seemed to leak from me. Miss
      Nancy took my pacifier and placed it so that I coated it with my juices. I
      wanted no part of what was coming next, but unfortunately, I was in no
      condition to resist.

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My Neighbor -- My Mommy Part 15
Author: Deewet, Apr/6/2005 12:16:50 [-04]

      “Don’t do that to her,” said Miss Linda, stopping the c-um dripping
      pacifier inches from my mouth. “That’s gross.”

      “Dressed like this, she’d better get used to the taste,” replied Miss
      Nancy as she pushed the pacifier into my mouth.

      I first started to gag, but Miss Nancy held the pacifier in place, telling
      me to suc-k it off or she’d think of something worse for me. “It’s a
      acquired taste,” she said, “but once you get used to it, you crave having
      it shot down your throat. I know I do.”

      Obeying her because I was helpless not to, I sucked hard on the rubber
      teat of the pacifier as Miss Nancy expertly powdered me and pinned on the
      thick diaper. I lifted up my hips so she could pull the ruffled, plastic
      lined panties over the diaper.

      They removed my bra for the baby blue dress that must have cost a fortune.
      It was made of bridal satin with rows of layered ruffles along the bottom
      of the short skirt. It felt like a soft cloud as I stepped into the dress
      and they pulled it up for me to put in my skinny arms. When they zipped up
      the back, the dress fit so perfectly, I knew it had been made for me. Next
      they had me step into the petticoat and it made my dress stand out so far
      I couldn’t see my feet when I stood. I was sure my diapered bottom was in
      full view. A sash tied around the back into a huge bow.

      After they put on my ruffled socks and black Mary Jane shoes, they paraded
      me out for Gloria to see her baby, all dressed up.

      “I don’t know what to say,” said Gloria, tears running down her cheeks.
      They moved me over to a full length mirror. I was speechless, not just
      because of the pacifier, but from looking at the girl staring out at me.
      All traces of the old me were gone. I could walk up to my real mother and
      she would know it was me. My hair was golden blond and cut to look like
      Alice in Wonderland, which was appropriate because I was surely in
      wonderland. I absolutely loved the way I looked and loved being seen by
      the women in the shop.

      Like a little girl, I swirled around in my dress to face my mommy. Gloria
      gave me a big hug and thanked Miss Nancy.

      “You have to let me baby sit,” Miss Nancy reminded Gloria.

      “How about tomorrow night,” Gloria said. “I’m going out.”

      Miss Linda came over and bent down to look at my ears. “She needs to get
      these pierced.”

      “That’s our next stop,” said Gloria.

      “We could take her down to the piercing shop at the end of the block,”
      said Miss Linda. “They do a great job and we could take her dressed like
      this. It would blow the mind of the girl who runs the shop.”

      Gloria took my chin in her hand. “You ready to go outside in your pretty

      In my current appearance, I wasn’t afraid to go outside. Who cared who saw
      me? It was like being put in a totally different body, and with my little
      size, no one would ever guess I was a man.

      “Wait,” said Miss Nancy. “Her gloves.”

      To top off my girlie outfit, Miss Nancy put lacy white gloves on my hands.

      I walked out of the shop, between Miss Nancy and Miss Linda, holding their
      hands, the thick diaper and butt plug making it impossible to walk fast.
      The street wasn’t busy, but had enough traffic to get stares over at us,
      expecially because the pacifier remained in my mouth. When we came to the
      corner, Gloria picked me up to carry me across the street, her arms lost
      in my petticoats, the breeze blowing around my bare thighs.

      The piercing place was all leather and steel, including everyone in the
      place. Me in my satin dress with ruffles stood out in the shop like a girl
      in a boys locker room. Everyone stopped to look at me.

      “She needs her ears pierced,” said Nancy to the overweight lady, squeezed
      into a leather dress, standing behind the counter.

      “I’d like to pierce more than just her ears,” said a huge man beside her.

      “Is she diapered?” asked a skinny girl, pierced in every imaginable place
      on her body.

      Miss Nancy patted my diapered behind, making the butt plug move. “Little
      thing has no control. Without the diaper she’d ruin her new dress.”

      “And what a lovely dress,” commented the girl.

      I could tell that no one had any idea I wasn’t a girl. Most probably, they
      all thought I was Gloria’s girl lover, which excited me.

      They sat me on a leather stool, too high for my short legs, so my feet
      swung in the air while the woman pierced me ears. For earrings, she used
      silver ones shaped as baby bottles.

      All the while I sat their, three guys dressed in black leather watched,
      the lust obvious in their eyes. Despite my earlier misgivings on having
      Sammy’s rubber pen-is in my mouth, I began to fantasize how it would be to
      kneel in front of one of them, dressed in my satin, sucking on a big

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My Neighborhood -- My Mommy 16
Author: Deewet, Apr/15/2005 09:58:35 [-04]

      My chances of walking around as my normal self from two days ago was
      getting tougher since instead of one earring in each ear, Gloria had the
      woman put in two holes in each ear. I might have explained one hole in
      each ear to people but two in each ear.

      Although I was small, I really hadn’t been a sissy before, but then,
      wearing a little girl dress in front of everyone, wetting my diaper, tears
      came from the pain of the piercing.

      Missy Nancy surprised me by unzipping the back of my dress. I had no idea
      what they were planning when Gloria then pulled my arms from the sleeves
      and exposed my breastless chest. If the guys in leather had thought I was
      a girl, it was blown by this exposure. I dared to look up at them and
      surprisingly, saw they were even more excited.

      I jumped when the woman rubbed alcohol on my nipples. Oh, no, I realized
      what they were going to do. Endorphins rushed through my blood and I tried
      to stand. Gloria nodded to two of the leather guys and they came over to
      hold me down. I started protesting, begging Gloria not to do this to me.

      “We have something on the bondage wall to help you,” the woman said to

      Miss Nancy hurried away and came back with purple vinyl wrist restraints.
      The hands of the men were extremely strong and I was helpless to resist
      Miss Nancy as she strapped the restraints around my thin wrists. They fit
      like a second skin, the vinyl tight on my wrists as she connected the
      restraints in front on me with a short chain.

      “I don’t want this,” I cried. Someone reached over and pushed a pen-is gag
      in my opened mouth, muffling my whining.

      The pain was quick but my embarrassment was extreme. One of the guys
      messaged my shoulder as silent tears rolled down my cheeks. Pee leaked
      into my diaper.

      One thing I really like about wearing diapers is the ability to wet at
      anytime, around people standing around you, but didn’t know you were going
      to the bathroom.

      They finished with my nipples and pulled the top of my dress back up.
      After I was zipped up, they removed the gag but left my wrist bounded in
      front of me. When Gloria paid for everything, I saw that she was taking
      the pen-is gag. No doubt, I’d be wearing it again, probably that night.

      The walk back to the beauty shop seemed to take forever, me trying to not
      let people see the wrist restraints.

      Back in the shop, they removed the restraints and I was changed back into
      my schoolgirl clothes, but kept in the thick cloth diapers. The bulk of
      the diapers made it impossible to put on the tights so I was kept in the
      ruffled socks. While before, it was possible for people not to know I was
      diapered under the skirt, the cloth diaper bulkiness left no doubt. I
      could also see how I could sit down without exposing my ruffled panties.

      Everything was set for Miss Nancy to baby-sit me “We’ll do something
      special,” she said, making me cringe

      The reaction of Sammy when we stepped out of the shop to her waiting car
      was priceless. She seemed speechless at my transformation. I felt like a
      pretty girl and loved the admiration in her eyes.

      We got carryout food and headed to the lake for a picnic. Of course, my
      picnic lunch was baby food and a bottle to drink. We had found a very
      private spot and while I laid on a blanket, drinking my bottle, Gloria and
      Sammy played with each other. They had taken off my skirt, leaving my
      diaper state completely expose. Gloria had switched my plastic pants to a
      translucent pink pair, my wet diaper clearly showing under the plastic. I
      loved the way the diaper pins showed and the noise when I moved my legs.
      Like a baby, I had them bent in the air as I moved them. Being out in the
      open like this was so exciting.

      Sammy and Gloria found this exciting also and soon my bottle was taken
      away and I serviced both of them, bringing them to hard climaxes. I, too,
      came as Gloria rubbed the back of my diaper, moving the butt plug still
      inside me.

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« Reply #14 on: March 25, 2006, 09:23:51 pm »
My Neighbor -- My Mommy Part 17
Author: Deewet, Apr/18/2005 10:58:07 [-04]

      After everyone was satisfied, we got ready to leave. Although I was
      plugged against accident, I really had to go poo and the pressure was
      building. While I waited, my stomach cramped, wanting to expel everything.
      It was weird, having to go so badly, but relaxing my opening since the
      plug made going impossible.

      Before we left, Gloria had me lie down on a changing mat. “Amanda must be
      soaked by now.”

      I felt funny as she pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my sopping
      diaper. Sammy looked down at me, smoking a cigarette. “You’d better pull
      that plug out,” said Sammy. “She’s had it in for a while.”

      “But, she’ll surely soil her diaper if I do.”

      I sucked on my pacifier, thinking that Sammy was more right then she knew.

      “Do you have to poo?” Gloria asked me.

      I nodded.

      “You’ll have to sit it until we get home.”

      I didn’t care. I really needed to have the butt plug removed.

      Before removing my plug, Gloria got the new diaper under me, powdered and
      oiled me thoroughly. “Don’t go until I have your diaper and plastic pants

      I let out a moan around my pacifier when she did something to the butt
      plug and it shrunk enough for her to slide it out of me. Quickly, she
      secured my diaper with pins and pull up my plastic pants. No sooner had
      she finished, and I uncontrollably filled my diaper with hot, liquid
      stuff. The stuff ran from me like water.

      “We should put her in the trunk,” said Sammy.

      “Oh, like a kidnapping,” replied Gloria, her voice rising in excitement at
      the idea.

      Sammy went to the open the trunk. “Put the plastic drop cloth in there to
      protect the carpet,” said Gloria.

      I couldn’t believe it. They were going to put me in the trunk. I spat out
      the pacifier. “I don’t want to go in there,” I cried. “Don’t make me,

      They ignored my plea, caught up in the excitement of this new role playing
      game. “From here on out, Amanda is our captive. Our diaper wearing sex
      slave,” Gloria said.

      I might have resisted if I’d any options, but dressed as I was in a stinky
      diaper, I couldn’t well run. Anyway, how fast good I go in my Mary Jane
      shoes and the thick diaper?

      I still wore the purple vinyl wrist straps minus the chain that linked
      them together. Gloria pulled my wrist behind my back and secured them
      together. The pen-is gag was next.
      Sammy had rope in the trunk and they bound my ankles together as close as
      they could against the wad of flannel between my legs.

      Gloria’s face was flush and she rubbed Sammy’s arm as she lifted me and
      placed me in the trunk. “Amanda will be okay in there won’t she?” asked
      Gloria breathlessly.

      I felt tear running down my cheeks as I cried, unable to brush them away
      with my wrist bound behind my back. I tried pleading with my eyes to them
      as they looked down at me, helplessly bound in the trunk. “She’s be okay,”
      said Sammy. “You kick on the back of the seat if you are in trouble,” she
      said to me. “The back seats can open to the trunk.”

      With that, she closed the trunk, leaving me to a confined space, wearing a
      very ripe diaper. I continued to cry as they drove away, ashamed of what
      I’d let Gloria do to me that day. My submissiveness gave them permission
      to do what they wanted with me. I’d let her piece my body and change my
      hair. I’d let them bound me and toss me in a trunk.

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