The following is a work of fiction. All names, places, people and environments described in the story are of the author’s imagination. There are however some factual elements of truth to this story where the character of “Diaper Girl” is concerned. I will try and shed some light on this in my Introduction.
Most, if not all of us who are part of the Sissy/AB lifestyle have at one time or another dreamed of finding themselves in a submissive role where their particular desires and fantasies are concerned. This is also true of myself.
For those of you who have had this opportunity to live their fantasy, or whatever you choose to call it, I am happy for you. This however was not the case for me. So… the following story depicts what it would have been like for me to live the lifestyle dressed as an 18 month baby girl for a dominant female(s) to do with as she pleases.
The Diaper Girl
In a Coffee Shop, a young man in his early thirties and with a somewhat youthful appearance, sat across the table from an older woman. Not quite ten years older then he. His eyes drawn to the woman’s full figure. She noticed his gaze and looked back at him, his face flushed red. This didn’t go unnoticed.
“Do you like what you see?”
"Y-yes , I do, very much.
He was honest if not somewhat embarrassed she thought.
“How are you?” she said.
“Oh, I’m good, thanks, you?”
“You got my parcel and followed my instructions?”
“Yes” he said sheepishly, taking another drink from his coffee cup.
“Than, you have some idea what this is all about?”
"Yes, I think believe so?
“And how do you feel about that?” she asked.
“Hard to say, It’s kind of like wishing for what you want and not sure how you feel when you get it.”
“Do you think you will be ready fir it when it comes?”
"Excuse me ma’am, can I refresh your drink?
“Please, and thank you.”
“For you young man?”
“Sure, why not.” The conversation resumed.
“So, do you think you will be ready when it comes? I’m very serious about this, I want to be absolutely sure about the person I choose. They have to be able to met my needs as well as those of say, your. own. It has to be a total commitment on your part, do you understand that?”
"Yes ma’am, I believe I do. "
“Good, sit tight and I’ll be back in a bit.”
The attractive woman excused herself leaving the young man to ponder his thoughts. He thought he knew what he was getting himself into, but wasn’t entirely sure if that’s what he really wanted. Several minutes later, the woman returned and took her seat in the booth.
“Do you think you could become what I want you to be?” she said.
“I hope so, I really want to.”
“Well, we’ll have to wait and see about that.”
“Excuse me ma’am, I’ll be right back.”
“Alright then,” she said. She knew where he was headed as he got up to leave. Once the young man had vanished from view, the woman placed a folded note beside the half empty coffee cup. Picking up her purse, she headed for the door watching her former guest head back to the booth. Finding it empty, he picked up the note waiting for him on the table.
About this time, the woman got into her care, closed the door and drove off. "I shuld have known, she thought, another pretender. "
Seeing the woman gone, he picked up the paper, unfolded it and read: “I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you. You aren’t the right candidate for what I need at this time in my life. Please do not contact me again.” The note was unsigned. Confused, the young man headed for the door to leave. Stopping by the cashier, he inquired about the bill.
“I’m sorry sir, your friend paid the bill and left a few minutes ago.”
"Thanks. " he said and headed out into the evening. Wondering to himself, if this could have been been what he’d been looking for or if it was just another trip down the garden path. He’d had a few of those before too. “Doesn’t really matter” he thought. Turning left onto the busy thoroughfare, he headed home.
The Diaper Girl
Winter was giving up its hold on the ity of Cleveland. It was early March and most of the snow had melted off, leaving the streets wet but manageable. I was well into my last Semester of School. I was looking forward to getting my Degree in Business Administration. I made some good contacts during my Internship last summer. There was however no guarantee that a job would be waiting for me. I would just have to wait and see how tings panned out. There was something else was occupying my thoughts and I would follow up on that when I got home. I have two classes to deal with this morning and all my focus was now towards that end.
Before heading home, I stopped by the grocery store to pick up what I needed to get through the weekend. I didn’t want to have to go out until I had to. It was going to be cold for the next several days. I was standing in line behind a Mother and her baby girl, not quite two years old if that. The little pink dress was pretty and high wasted affording me a view of her diaper filled plastic panties. For a moment, I saw myself in the same outfit, but in my size. It wouldn’t have been the first time I had imagined myself in such babyish attire.
“Sir” the cashier said.
“Oh, sorry, I was lost in thought.” I put my purchases on the counter noticing the Mother pushing her cart out of the store. “Got a few days of R&R coming on and I’m looking forward to that.”
“I bet you are” she said with a smile. Taking the bags, I headed for the car and the drive home.
Arriving home that afternoon, I shed my coat and hung it in the closet and put my case on the floor by the large desk and went into the kitchen, to fix some lunch. I’d have some studying to do, but there was plenty of time for that. Today was Thursday and didn’t have another class until Monday. “Three days to play” I thought to myself. I was going to make the most of them.
First things first, a nice long soak in a tub full of bubbles and perfume would get things off to a good start. I stripped down to my now visible pink plastic panties covering the super plus disposable underwear. I liked to refer to them as adult sized pull-ups. I put an extra pad going front to back offered additional protection. They had done their job because they were now quit wet and were discarded.
The concept of bladder control had for some time been in a grey area. Yes, I was okay if I was near a bathroom, and could get there in time. Sitting in classes lasting one hour and others longer, didn’t afford me the opportunity to run to the restroom. I have a progressive condition involving my cervical spine. There was spinal compression causing nerve damage. No doubt it was this that was causing me to gradually, over a period of time be robbed of my control. I knew it would only be a matter of time, several months or a year or so. There was really no way to know for sure. One thing I did know is that eventually, I would end up in diapers and plastic panties. Not that this bothered me, I was hoping this wouldn’t be too much of a problem where my potential work was concerned. I had also been put on diuretics about a year ago after having a kidney stone removed and was told I would be on them as a precaution to ensure my kidneys functioned properly.
Going to my closet, I got diapers and plastic panties that I would wear until tomorrow morning. I always use odor controlling spray and lots of baby powder. Securing my diapers in place for a snug fit, I pulled on a fresh pair of plastic panties also in pink. Returning to the closet, I selected a very short pink baby dress with a little teddy bear appliqué on the front. Frilly white socks and Mary Jane shoes completed the outfit. My hairstyle was all little girl with short bangs and lots of curls in a chestnut brown. Applying a little makeup, I walked to the mirror and was delighted with what I saw. The image looking back at me was picture of a sweet baby girl. It was a good thing I was wearing diapers because I was now wet, and would most surely be much wetter as time went on. In the proper frame of mind, I put a protective pad on the chair and sat at the computer.
Time to check my feMail account at www.sissify.com. I’ve had an account there for years. It was here that I’ve been waiting for a response to a “personals” ad from a woman looking for a live-in full time baby girl. The message read in full:
“I am an older female in the Cleveland area looking for mature males only who want to experience an alternative lifestyle as a baby girl. No frauds or fakes and no scene play. Your intentions will come out in the wash. Only serious candidates need apply. If selected, you must be willing to relocate. Send photo and relate any lifestyle experience you have had in the past as well as any medical conditions you presently have. Photos become my property and you will not get them back.”
Now, I have seen posts in the past and sent replies to those in the general tri-state area. Some of the ads require the responder to send an unspecified amount of cash. These went unanswered. This one was different in that no “up front” payment was asked for or required. Best of all, this woman was somewhere in Cleveland. This made it extra special and I took the time to put together a detailed account of my own experiences. I also related my progressive loss of bladder control and the fact that I took diuretics.
I learned long ago not get my hopes up only to have them dashed as they had been so many times in the past. There it was a reply to my message four days ago. I guess I really didn’t expect to hear back from this lady, but there it was.
It was difficult to hide my excitement at the thought of getting a response. I did not yet know if it was positive or otherwise. The fact that she answered me at all had to be a good thing. I opened the message to reveal its contents. It read as follows:
“Dear Diaper Girl, (this has been my screen name for as long as I can remember.)
A very appropriate name for you given your style of dress in the attached photo. Have you other photos like this? I would like to see more of you dressed as you are in this one. The look you present is ideal for what I am looking for, and what I want my baby girl to look like, whoever it may be.”
Wow! She really liked my photo and yes, I did have more like this one, lots more. I could feel the warm wetness spread throughout my diapers as I continued to read.
“My name is Candice. For now, you may address me as Ma’am. Do you understand?”
Almost without thinking, I said out loud, “yes ma’am”, and continued reading.
“The fact that you live in Northern Ohio and in Euclid specifically earns you extra points and puts you in the same general area as myself. For now, I will tell you that I live on Cleveland’s west side and have a fully stocked adult sized Nursery in my lovely home. Perhaps, you will have the opportunity to experience it for yourself.”
This was all too much and more than I had hoped for. I read on, wondering how much more she would reveal.
“Most of the other candidates only wear diapers by choice. It would appear however that you will be wearing them sooner perhaps then later out of medical necessity. Is this correct? Please give a little more background on this for me.”
I would be sure to do that.
“I require a response by the time you go to bed tonight. The hour of your bedtime will be eight o’clock this evening. If you comply with my edict, you will receive additional instructions via email at some point tomorrow.”
Glancing at the clock I saw it was nearly five thirty, giving me a little more than two and a half hours to fashion my reply. After a quick bit to eat, I wrote a somewhat detailed email as I was directed to. I enclosed three photos of me in different outfits and sent my reply. It was now a little past quarter after seven when I clicked the send button. Not long after that, I put on a short babydoll that did nothing to hide my plastic panties. I welcomed a good night’s sleep.
The morning sun filled my bedroom, but that’s not the only thing that had roused me from my sleep. The bulk laxative I had taken the day before was now making its presence felt. I tried to control myself like a big girl but ended up filling my diapers full like a baby girl would be expected to.
After a shower and fresh diapers, I put on a pink ruffled romper with a white top underneath. It was one of my favorites. I spent the day doing some housework and laundry. Around noon, I finally received the email I had been waiting for. The message as a whole was positive and did much to help move things along. The message read in part;
"The photos are simply adorable! I just love the way you look. I hope you enjoy this style of dress, because this is what I have in mind for my baby girl. I’ll bet you are wet too. It would seem that the gradual loss of bladder control will ensure that you will at some point in the not so distant future find yourself in diapers and plastic panties permanently!
She was right about that. I would eventually end up in diapers full time. Not that I was nearly there already, the message continued.
“I suggest we get together and talk. You know of the Kopper Kettle, the coffee Shop on Detroit Ave? I will be sending you a parcel in the mail within a few days. I trust you will know what to do with the contents inside. Be sure to follow the instructions I have included for you. Let me know when the parcel arrives. Until then, keep those diapers close at hand. You will need them.”
It was really going to happen. I was going to meet this lady. My head was swirling imagining what I might expect. I could do little more than wait. I also wondered what might be in the package I was to receive I would just have to bide my time and wait for things to unfold.
The Diaper Girl
The past few days had come and gone all too quickly. I had another email from
this lady I had contacted. For now, I was to address her as Ma’am. Things were certainly were looking good to meet her. The fact that I would be receiving a package in the mail did much to imagine what its contents might contain. All of this however was pushed to the back of my mind. It was Monday and I had my studies to deal with.
There was one element of truth to what this lady had suggested. That being that I would most likely end up in diapers. If things progressed as they have, I was prepared to make the most of it. That being said, I dressed for the cold weather putting on a bra under my shirt. The sweater I put on made it difficult if not impossible to detect what I was wearing. Diapers and plastic panties were essential while sitting in lengthily classes. It was going to be a busy day.
The next couple days played out pretty much the same. I looked to see if the package arrived when I got home. One day turned into three and then a week went by. I began to wonder if this lady was really on the level. Arriving home one afternoon, I saw it. The box was on the porch, not overly large but enough so that I could put it under my arm. Once I had the door open, I got everything inside. It was good to get out of the cold. I was pretty wet too and needed a change.
Freshly diapered and plastic panted, I put on a short little dress and turned my attention to the box on the table. Upon opening it, there was a folded piece of paper laying on some pink tissue paper. I picked it up and read:
"Baby girl, you will be expected to put the items here to use when we meet this Saturday at the Kipper Kettle. When you arrive, let the waitress know that you are here to see “Miss. Candice”. You will offer yourself up for inspection by me as proof that all items contained in this box have been used as directed. Be sure to take your diuretics as directed and drink 16 oz. of water. I expect you to be wet upon arrival. See you at eleven o’clock Saturday morning. Do NOT be late. "
Today was Thursday and Saturday would be before I knew it. I put the note aside and removed the tissue paper to reveal the contents of the box. The first item was a pink babydoll very short in length. The filmy panties normally to be found were not there. Instead, a pair of full cut matching panties with four rows of white lace across the seat. These panties were plastic lined. Much like the style baby girls are known to wear. There was a pink underwire bra, the size was 36-C.
There was a smaller white box within the larger one. Placing it on the table I opened it and found a note on the tissue paper, it read. "I trust you will know what do do with these. I put the note aside and unfolded the paper. I couldn’t believe what I saw. A pair of silicone breast forms, no doubt to fit inside the bra. I had a pair similar to these but these were slightly larger then the ones I used. Yes I thought, I knew exactly what to do with them.
There was a large plastic bag in the box A short note taped to the bag read: "Saturday morning after you shower, put the diapers on followed by the soft pair of plastic panties and then the other pair. In the plastic bag was an overly padded disposable diaper and two pairs of plastic panties. The first pair was a soft vinyl pink in color. Upon unfolding the other pair of plastic panties, I know these would be very crinkly while I walked. I also knew that the diapers would be very noticeable.
Two other items of clothing were in the box, a pair of black pull-on women’s pants. They were the kind that didn’t have a zipper in the front. No need for that I thought. The other item was a pull on pink top, decidedly feminine to be sure. There could be no doubt that I was to be dressed as this woman chose for me. I would do all I could to comply with the instructions I was given.
Saturday dawned cold but clear with bright sunshine. I was very wet as was the babydoll I was wearing. It wasn’t long afterwards that I felt the need to fill my diapers. It would be pointless to try and remove my diapers and use the bathroom. After all, baby girls who wear diapers have no reason to use the bathroom. So, I gave in and filled my diapers full.
After a refreshing shower, I took the diuretics as directed and drank the required amount of water. I then set about the task of dressing for the day. First the diapers, they proved to be considerably bulky and made it difficult to put my knees together. I pulled on the soft pair of pink plastic panties followed by the second pair. As I thought, these plastic panties were very noisy. Every time I walked, you could hear them crinkle. I put on the bra and fastened it in the back and noticed that the cups filled out nicely once I placed the breast forms in the bra cups. I loved the natural feel and bounce I got when I walked. The pink babydoll was incredibly short and did nothing to hide my diaper filled plastic panties. Pulling on the matching plastic lined panties made the look complete. I had to admit I liked what I saw in the mirror. The black slacks went on easily over my diapers but only served to enhance the fact that I was wearing diapers. The top was on the form fitting side and really showed off the pseudo figure I had. I put on some white socks and found a pair of black patent Mary Jane shoes I had in the closet. Looking at my watch, I saw it was a quarter to ten, and I was wet again.
I had time for a quick cup of coffee, juice and English muffin before I left the house to keep my appointment at the Kopper Kettle. I chose a three quarter length leather coat as it would conceal my diapered condition; I went over the instructions in mind once again to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. Convinced I wasn’t, I made the twenty minute drive to the Kopper kettle. It was now ten twenty five. Good thing too. The rush hour was long over and the roads were dry and clear.
Pulling into the parking lot at the Kopper Kettle, I want inside. Good timing too, it was a quarter to eleven as I approached the counter. My coat still buttoned from the cold concealed my style of dress underneath.
“Good morning sir, can I help you?”
“Yes ma’am, I’m here to see a Miss. Candice.”
“Yes, she is expecting you, please come with me.”
The Diaper Girl
“Hey Candice, your eleven o’clock is here.”
Candice rose from where she was sitting looking me over. “Thanks Stacy, please have Barb stop back in a few. We’ll be ready then.”
“You bet,” giving Candice a wink.
Candice extended her hand to me. “Glad you could make it.” I extended my own and shook hands, our eyes locked. "I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.
“I have been looking forward to meeting you as well.” I removed my coat. Candice put her hand out to take it.
“I’ll put it here beside mine.”
For the briefest of moments I resisted giving her the coat. The look in her eyes told me I had better do as I was told. I relented and extended her my coat. Her demeanor was one of smiles and warm affection.
I like what I see so far." Candice’s gaze fell to my well diapered appearance and took in my chest. “Are you wet?”
“Yes Ma’am, and noticeably too” I answered. “I hope you approve of my style of dress. I’ve done all that you asked of. me. I wanted to do all I could to please you.”
“It would appear that you have indeed. I think you will be doing a good bit more than that for me as well,” she smiled.
“What do you mean?”
“Not to worry sweetie, when it’s time you will know.” That was all to be said about the subject.
“Please, you may now address me as Miss. Candice.”
“Yes Miss. Candice .”
I looked at Candice. She was perhaps a few inches shorter than me, and I was about five, ten. She was attractive if not beautiful and exuded an air of knowing what she wants and how to go about getting it. Her hair, a strawberry blonde fell past her shoulders with lots of wave to it. Candice wore a black dress that came to just above the knee with a flower print. I could tell she was wearing hosiery of some sort. A pair of black pumps completed the look. I have to say that I was drawn to her in some way. I blinked then.
“Come, sit down and let’s chat.”
We sat across the table, a glass of water in front of me.
“I took the liberty of getting you some water. I thought you might want some. Be a good girl and drink up.”
I took the glass, put it to my lips and drained half the contents. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I detected a subtle aftertaste, but like I said, I wasn’t sure…
“Come on now, bottoms up. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?”
I looked at her than at the glass in my hand and drank it dry, putting it back on the table.
“That’s a good girl, we wouldn’t want to get off to a bad start now, would we?”
"No ma’am, I mean Miss. Candice, I don’t suppose so.
"Of course not, have a look at the menu and decide what you want. You must be a bit hungry. "
“Yeah, I didn’t get much of a breakfast earlier this morning; I wanted to make sure that I got dressed according to your instructions. I wanted to make a good first impression, you now how important that can be.”
“Indeed I do. If you followed my instructions and dressed accordingly, I believe you should make a very good first impression. I am counting on that very much.”
We sat in silence for what seemed to be an eternity looking at the menu. I never saw the woman approach the table. I wasn’t prepared for the warm wetness that spread throughout my diapers either.
An attractive woman approached the table where the two of them were sitting. “Hey Candi, Stacy asked me to stop by, what’s up?”
“Oh hi Barb, my guest and I are going to have a little lunch.”
“What do you think?”
“Mmmm, the double-or-nothing sounds good to me Barb, thanks. Why don’t you make that two, one for each of us.” This was a soup and sandwich combo.
Barbara turned her attention to me. Seeing the bra I was wearing. Barbara stepped a bit closer. “Well now, what have we here? Is that a bra you’re wearing honey?”
I sat there dumbfounded not knowing what to answer.
“Well, be polite and answer the nice lady.”
“Yes ma’am, I am wearing a bra.”
“Do you know what cup size you are?”
I didn’t hesitate to answer her this time. “Yes ma’am, I think it is a size 36-C, I can’t remember now.”
“Perhaps I can check the size for you myself later if Candice doesn’t mind.”
“Oh, not at all, perhaps when I dress her down for her inspection later.”
“Why is it that you are wearing a bra?”
“Miss. Candice instructed to me to wear a bra.” I said. My face must have been red because it felt warm.
“Well now, I wonder what else you might be wearing, and what other secrets you might be hiding?”
Candice answered for me. “Oh, I have a feeling you will get the opportunity to discover that for yourself soon enough Barb.”
“Sounds good to me, let me know when the fun begins.” She left the two of us then.
The Diaper Girl
Barbara returned setting things on the table along with two cups of coffee. The soup and sandwich looked good and I was hungry now. It was to be a leisurely lunch. Candice now turned her attention to me.
“You know why you are here don’t you?”
“Yes Miss. Candice, I believe so. You are looking for someone to be your baby girl, yes?”
“True in part sweetie. You understand that this isn’t going to be an on again off again kind of thing, don’t you?”
“Yes, I believe I do. Are you saying that you want me to fill this role for you?”
I drank the last of my coffee and noticed I was wetting again, only heavier than usual. This could of course mean only one thing. Candice had put a diuretic in the first glass of water I drank earlier. No wonder she was insistent I drink the entire glass.
“Did you put a diuretic in my water glass? It feels like I’m quite wet.”
“Of course you are and you will get much wetter as the afternoon goes on. Those diapers you are wearing are perfect for the occasion. To answer your other question, that depends on how things progress. If I’m satisfied with your performance, you will be the baby girl I always wanted but could never have.”
“So, you can’t have children?” I asked.
“No, sadly, that was decided for me much earlier in my life and that’s all I will say about the matter. What about yourself?”
“You should know that I am in my last Semester and will get my Degree this Spring. I…” Candice broke in
“Of course, it is important that you complete your Degree program. If you like, I will be happy to come to your graduation. I understand that you have Spring break coming up in a few weeks, don’t you?”
“Yes, mid April, I’ll have ten days of off time.”
“Good, you may be spending that time with me in my home. Sorry I cut you off a moment ago, you were saying;”
“I also had a girlfriend; we going together before I started school. We were together for a little over two years but we separated a little over a year ago.”
“Why, did she know you liked to be a baby girl?”
"No, she got a better position out of state. She knew I was a crossdresser early in our relationship and had no problem with that. We would go shopping for lingerie together and always wore pretty lingerie under her clothes. She even encouraged me to do the same, although I didn’t need much prodding to do so. "
“Did you love her?”
“I loved being with her. I think our relationship was more of a physical one. She loved to have sex and it seemed like she couldn’t get enough. We used to eat out a lot too. Sometimes, I would meet her after work.”
“What did she do?”
“She was a Nurse at Lakewood Hospital.”
“Interesting, that’s where I had the bulk of my fertility testing done. I know the place well. What was her name?”
“Sandy, she was an attractive girl, and looked good in anything she wore. Especially in her lingerie. She had a good figure and it was difficult for me to keep my hands off of her. We even went to a Halloween Party during our time together arranged by some of her Nursing friends.”
“What did you go as?”
“The first year I went as her French Maid. She dressed me for the occasion and even made me wear a Kotex Overnight pad in my panties, she said I might need it later that evening.”
“Yes Miss. Candice, later that evening when we arrived at my place, she stripped down to her lingerie and put me on my knees in front of her, having tied one of my plastic aprons around my waist. She trained me how to give her pleasure in her private place with my mouth. She liked that very much and made me do that to her often. She made me take all of her orgasm. She said that would keep me submissive to her.”
“I’m so happy to hear this. I’ll have to keep this bit of information in mind, you may have the opportunity for some refresher training. What did you go as the other time?”
"I convinced her to let me go as a baby girl. I went dressed like the photos I sent to you. She even made me carry my diaper bag. It was a heavy pink padded vinyl with block letters; it had BABY on one side and GIRL on the other. She filled it with fresh disposable diapers, plastic panties and all the other supplies I would need. Sandy told me that I would need them before the evening was over. She was right about that because it turned out she gave me a laxative the day before, but never knew it. I remember her telling me; “If you are going to the party as my baby girl, I will see to it that you are dressed like one and use your diapers as any baby girl would.”
Later that afternoon at the party, I ended up filling my diapers full in front of the other women. Not only was I totally humiliated, I ended up having my diapers changed by two of the other Nurses. Sandy saw to it that I was the center of attention and was pleased with my performance. By the time we left, I was quite wet and loved the experience. When we got back home, she put me on my knees and made me take all of her orgasm like a good baby girl. She called it my formula feeding.
We continued to see each other for several months after that with me as her submissive plaything as she liked to refer to me. She did tell me that she was going to take a position at one of the hospitals in Chicago. She said it was good for her career and I wished her the best. That was the last time I spoke to her."
“Did you have another girlfriend after that?”
“Yes, her name was Dawn, I met her at College. We went out for a while.”
“What happened?” Candice asked.
“Well, when we made love for the first time, she discovered my secret about wearing lingerie.”
“How did you feel about that?”
“I was embarrassed and I told her so. She called me a sissy and that only sissy males wore such things. We saw each other for a few more months until…”
“Until she discovered my baby girl things. She said that was just too much for her and she left me.”
“How did she find out?”
She was staying at my place for a few days and intercepted a package containing some plastic panties I had ordered. She opened it without my permission and called me out on it. I told her she had betrayed my trust by doing that. She told me I was a pathetic excuse for a man and that no woman would ever want me. We never saw each other again."
“I’m sorry to hear that, is she still in the area?”
I wondered why she would ask such a question but responded “yes, I believe so. Last I heard, she was working at a trendy woman’s wear shop on the west side.”
“Well, that’s all behind you now. Only good things to look forward to.”
“I hope so Miss. Candice. I just couldn’t go through another experience like that.”
“I don’t think you will need to worry about honey. It sounds like you may be just the person I have been looking for. From everything you have told me, you are perfectly suited to meet my needs and those of my girlfriend you met at the table a short while ago. She will be very happy with what I have to tell her. You may get the chance to experience some of these things you described to me. I think you may enjoy that.”
This wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement of fact, and understood her meaning. I was beginning to understand something else as well. I was feeling the faintest stirrings that told me that something else would happen sooner than later. I looked across the table.
“Did, did you feed me a laxative?”
“And what if I did?”
“I certainly wasn’t exp…” Candice dismissed my feeble protest with a wave of her hand.
“Let’s see if you can control yourself like a big girl. Can you try?” Candice pushed a few buttons on her cell phone and put it back in her purse.
“Yes Miss. Candice, I will do my best.”
“That’s my good girl. I think it’s time for a proper inspection of your attire.” As if on cue, Barbara was at the table again.
“Yes, it’s that time. Why don’t we adjourn to the office,”
“Sounds like an excellent idea.”
Coats and bags were gathered from the booth and all three made their way towards that back of the room. Barbara pushed on a wall panel that opened up to reveal a large office replete with furniture, tables and a large desk and cabinets. Kind of like a retreat from the hectic day’s business. Walking further into the room I noticed a door that led into what was probably a bathroom.
“Alright girlie, let’s get those clothes off so Barbara can see what other surprises you have in store for her.”
I hesitated perhaps just a bit too long.
“Let’s disrobe this little girl and see what else she has to show us.”
Before I could resist, both women were fast at work Candice grabbed the waistband of my pants and Barbara grasped my top and both pulled in opposite directions. With shoes and socks removed, my outerwear was tossed aside leaving me standing my pink babydoll and my diaper filled matching panties, my mouth agape wide open in shocked surprise.
Candice took advantage of the opening and stuffed a large pacifier in my mouth tying it securely behind my head.
Barbara clapped her hands and squealed with delight! "Oh my, you are wearing diapers, aren’t you. How perfectly sweet! Do you think he oh sorry, I meant to say she is wet?
“I don’t know, she might be. Why don’t you check her diapers for me.”
“I’d be glad to.”
Barbara took in the sight of the baby girl standing before her. My eyes took in both women, my most intimate secrets as well as my infantile appearance, now fully exposed for both of them to see. The pleased expressions on their faces told me they were enjoying this every bit as much as I was. This is first time that anyone had ever seen me dressed like this. For it to happen in this fashion with these two women made it even more humiliating.
“What a sweet little baby girl you are. I’ll just bet you are enjoying this very much, aren’t you? Oh I forgot, you have your mouth full.” She removed the pacifier.
“Yes Miss Barbara, I’m so very excited.”
"I’ll just bet you are baby girl. Perhaps we can do something about that later if you are a good girl.
“Yes Miss. Candice, I will do what you want.”
“Of course you will my baby girl, and so much more.” Candice’s smile said much as she took her hand and ran it over the front of my diapers. Soon, both women had their hands all over me inspecting my attire. Seeing my heightened state of excitement, both Barbara and Candice stopped, patted me on my well diapered bottom and kissed me in the cheek.
Looking at Barbara, I had to admit that I liked what I saw. She had good taste in clothing, the ivory dress she wore came a couple inches above the knee with a flounce that trimmed the hemline giving a bit of a swirling motion when she moved. Barbara’s hair was a chestnut brown falling several inches down her back. She like Candice wore hosiery of some sort. And a pair of bone colored two inch heels.
“Would you like to be our wet baby girl?”
"Yes Miss. Barbara,
“Yes what baby girl?”
“Yes Miss. Barbara, I would like to be your baby girl, especially when I am wet.”
“Are you wet now?”
“Yes Miss. Barbara, I’m very wet.”
“I’ll just bet you are baby girl. Perhaps I’d do what Candice suggested and check those diapers of yours for myself,”
"Barbara turned her attention to my frilly panties… Six rows of ruffled lace across her seat, leg openings and waistband. “We’ll have to pull your panties down so I can better get to your diapers.” Inserting her thumbs into each side of the waistband, she pulled them down to my knees, leaving my pink plastic panties in plain view.
“Oh, how sweet, they are plastic lined too, just like the kind that little baby girls get to wear. These are just perfect for her.”
Turning her attention to my other pair of pink plastic panties, she slipped a couple fingers under my leg band and confirmed what she knew to be true. “Oh yes, she is very wet, but I think she’ll be okay for a while yet.” My plastic panties were pulled back up, and the waistband snapped back into place.
The Diaper Girl
“I want to see that pretty bra you’re wearing, you don’t mind, do you?” As if I had any choice in the matter. Barbara slipped the ruffled shoulder straps down my arms revealing my pink bra and the silicone breast forms that filled the cups full.
“I had a question Candi.”
“Why is such a sweet baby girl wearing a big girl bra to begin with, don’t you think she’s just a little young for such a thing?”
“As you and I both know, a bra is a ‘girl’s only’ item. They are also appropriate for little girlie girls like we have before us. Whenever she feels the fabric constricting around her chest, this will reinforce her girlishness. It also helps to reinforce her sissy status among women.”
“When you put it that way, it makes perfect sense. I can’t say much for “her” hairstyle though,”
“I don’t much care for it either. You said that you stopped by the Salon the other day?”
“Oh yes, I nearly forgot to tell you that Kathy had it ready for me. I’ll get it for you.” She walked to the large desk on the other side of the room, returning with what could only be described as a black wig case about eighteen inches in height. Opening the case, Candice withdrew a plastic form with a lovely hairpiece fitted to the top. It was similar in color to her own hair only this was styled in the manner more befitting a little girl. Placing the hairpiece on my head, she arranged it for a proper fit securing it with a few bobby pins hidden from view. I could not yet see what I looked like now but had a pretty good idea.
“There now, I think this hairstyle is more befitting a pretty baby girl like you. Don’t you think so Barb?”
“Absolutely, I don’t have a full length mirror but the one in the bathroom will do for now. I bet our little diaper girl will like what she sees,” I was led to the mirror to see the results of their work.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, it was easy to see the immediate change in my appearance. I had to admit that I loved the way I looked, and felt. I also think these women knew it too. It was something of an irony standing in the bathroom, unable to use it for its primary purpose. It is getting more difficult to hold off what was certain to happen very soon now. We returned to the office proper.
“You never told me where you got these darling plastic lined panties. Candi.”
"I got them from eBay some time ago and paid more than I thought they were worth, but they are perfect for this prissy sissy baby girl. I would like to have more made.
“Absolutely! She looks so precious in those puffy pink diaper filled panties.”
“What was it you called her earlier? I wasn’t sure if I heard it right.”
“You heard me right, I called her Diaper Girl.”
Candice looked at me with a satisfied smile, “Yes, I have to agree, the name is perfect for you. Do you like your new name Diaper Girl?”
I looked down at the floor and Barbara placing two fingers under my chin raised my gaze to look into the faces of these two women.
“From this point on, your name will now be Diaper Girl, do you like that name?”
"Yes Miss Barbara. As it happens, Diaper Girl has been my screen name for years.
"It was Candice’s turn. “Do you like what we’re doing to you Diaper Girl?”
“Yes Miss Candice.”
“It doesn’t really matter if you like it or not. I think you’re apt to find that you have little if any opinion as to what happens to you from this point forward.” Barbara then slipped her fingers under the leg band of my plastic panties. Oh my, our little Diaper Girl is just so wet, how precious!
It was getting to the point where I could barely control myself. It took every bit I had just to maintain control.
“Why are you fidgeting Diaper Girl?”
“I c-can’t .”
“Can’t what baby… can’t control yourself like a big girl?”
Candice gave me a sharp whack on the seat of my diapered bottom that I wasn’t expecting. With my concentration now broken, I felt a spasm shudder through me and I could no more control my bowels than I could keep my diapers dry. Slowly at first, I felt the contents of my bowels find their way into my diapers, followed seconds later by another spasm as wave after wave of worm soft mass invaded my diapers filling them full. By this time, both women were laughing hysterically enjoying the present state of affairs I found myself in.
“Thought you were a big girl, did you?”
“No Miss. Barbara” I could barely lift my face to look at her.
“No what baby girl?”
“No Miss. Barbara, I am not a big girl.”
“She sure isn’t behaving like one, is she Barb?”
Barbara answered in the affirmative and continued. “Well then, what kind of a girl are you?”
I was forced to admit the obvious and said, “A baby girl.”
“And why are you a baby girl?”
“Because, I wear diapers and plastic panties?”
“That’s right pretty girl” Barbara said as she patted my diapered bottom.
I was forced to spread my legs as Candice’s hand slid between them. As she slowly withdrew it, I squirmed with the new sensation between my legs. “That’s my good baby girl; the laxative you drank earlier seems to have done its job very nicely. You’d better get used to wearing diapers too, because they will be the one constant unchanging thing in your life.”
“It looks like we have a very wet and messy baby girl on our hands Barb.”
“Sure does, but let’s have a little fun with her before we change her.”
“Sounds like fun. Let’s finish what we started earlier. I think Diaper Girl would enjoy that, don’t you?”
“She seemed to enjoy it earlier.”
Both women worked slowly to bring me closer and closer to what would be another loss of control, only this time it would be much more enjoyable.
“Do you want us to continue?”
“Oh yes Miss Barbara, please.”
“Would you like to be my little Diaper Girl?”
“Oh yes Miss. Candice, very much.”
"Good because you have passed your final test by filling your diapers full like a good baby girl in front of the two of us.
I lost control then and enjoyed the most intense pleasure I could have imagined as my baby girl cream found its way into my diapers. It felt delicious, and wanted more.
“Did you enjoy filling your diapers for us?” Barbara said.
“Yes Miss. Barbara, I love to fill my diapers like a baby girl.”
“Of course you do baby girl, your actions and behavior tell me you do. I think it’s time you were changed.”
After a refreshing shower, I was put into fresh diapers and plastic panties. Once my babydoll and plastic lined panties were back in place, I put on the clothes I wore earlier that afternoon.
“I hope you enjoy wearing those big girl clothes, this is as close as you will ever come to being a big girl and the last time you will wear them. Do you understand?”
“Yes Miss. Candice.”
“Now be a good girl and thank Barbara for all she has done for you. You will be seeing a lot more of her.”
“Yes Miss Candice. Thank you Miss. Barbara.” As both women kissed me on the cheek, my bladder slowly emptied into my diapers. I was wet again, and I loved that most of all.
“We’ll have to do this again Barb.”
“Oh that’s for sure, I think our little Diaper Girl has so much to look forward to. Especially when she stays with me in a few weeks, I just know she will love her new Nursery. You’ll just love what I’ve done with it.”
As I put on my coat to leave, Candice told me that she would be in touch and that she would begin making preparations for my stay with her during Spring Break. I walked out of the Kopper Kettle, got into my car and made the drive home.