Diapered and Dressed Part 1: Bobby's Start

This writing is designed for entertainment. It is somewhat 
fictional but the beginning is the truth as I remember it 
from long ago. It is not the typical story line of a boy 
coming to terms with dressing. This is a story of a boy who 
is embarrassed by what is done to him.

Synopsis: At age 6 Bobby still had an occasional wetting 
accident. His Father decided to cure him once and for all. 
Little did he realize that the cure was the cause of 
Bobbie's life style change at such a young age.

Young boy, diapers, forced fem.

Diapered and Dressed Part 1: Bobby's Start
By Laurie Ann B

I was six years old and had finished kindergarten and 
awaited the start of 1st grade that summer. My two sisters, 
Carol two years older and my younger sister, Beth, 11 
months younger, were spending the summer in rather blissful 
play and such. The small neighbor hood had few children our 
ages and most of the time we spent playing or fighting 
together as siblings of close age do. Carol being the 
eldest was always the bossy one and had kind of a mean 
streak in her at times. This usually surfaced when she got 
bored with her two younger siblings or if we in fact might 
be getting the best of her, which was rare.

Beth on the other hand was the baby of the family and took 
on the typical role very well. She was always hanging on me 
and I really didn't mind as she wasn't bossy like Carol and 
I liked being around her. In fact at our ages we were very 
similar in size and looks and were mistaken for twins on 
most occasions. My only embarrassment at this was when they 
thought we were both girls due to my longer hair, which was 
allowed to grow during the summer vacations. I never really 
thought much about having long hair and to Mom and Dad it 
was just another summer savings like not having the heating 
bill.

Now I want to explain a little about me back then so you 
will understand what happened. I was a preme, born 6 weeks 
early. As a result I was always behind the development 
curve for boys my age. Additionally I was late in learning 
to walk and late in being potty trained. However, at age 
six I really think back that rather than a weak bladder, I 
was just a little lazy. As a result it would seem on 
occasion that I always waited to long to get into the house 
and to the rest room to relieve myself. On more than one 
occasion I wet my pants because I was just too interested 
in what I was doing outside to interrupt it to get to the 
bathroom. In spite of the teasing about being a baby or 
sissy pants when this happened I endured it and swore it 
wouldn't happen again. But it did happen again.

It was late July and my sister's and I along with one of 
Carol's girlfriends were all out in the backyard playing 
board game under the shade of the grape arbor. Since the 
day had been so hot we had consumed a quantity of Kool-Aid 
and it was having it's effect on me. I really had to pee 
but we were in the middle of the game and I even had a shot 
at winning. Carol saw very plainly to that I was in a good 
position to beat her and she didn't like that.

"Ah... Carol," I said, "I call a break. I have to go in the 
house. I have to use the bathroom." I squirmed as the 
urgency of the act became greater.

"Oh, No," She said, "If you leave you lose your turn if 
your not back. No times out in this game." She saw her 
chance to win the game from her doomed position and with 
slow deliberation took her turn.

"Carol, let him go in and pee. I don't care we'll wait for 
him," piped in Beth in my defense.

"No way. He can either run in and get back before his turn, 
lose his turn or pee his pants like he usually does 
anyway," Carol shouted.

Emily her friend and Beth both giggled at that and I turned 
red in the face as I sought an equally devastating reply to 
her.

"I... I... I haven't peed my pants for a long time and Mom 
said you weren't supposed to tease about that anymore. 
Anyway you pooped in your panties this year," I retorted 
with inference to her pooping her panties when she had been 
sick.

"Yeah well I was sick so what's your excuse, BABY," she 
shouted.

Well by now I was really in trouble. I could feel the urine 
leaking in spite of my hardest efforts to hold it back. I 
knew it would only be moments till the dam would burst. I 
jumped up grabbing at the end of my penis through my jeans 
to try to squeeze off the on coming flood. I ran for the 
house and as I started up the stairs towards the bathroom 
it let loose. Soaking my pants and warm urine running down 
my legs soaking my socks and shoes and spilling out on the 
floor. Tears formed and flowed down my cheeks as I ran on 
into the bathroom with a puddle of urine forming around my 
feet as I fought to get my penis free and direct what might 
remain into the toilet bowl. 

I stood there crying as I dropped my jeans to the floor and 
stepped out of them. That's the way Mom found me as she 
looked down on me in anger and disgust.

"What the hell happened? You peed your pants again. Look at 
this mess, the whole way down the stairway. Get out of 
those clothes while I go clean this mess up. What is wrong 
with you? You're too old to be peeing your pants like a 
baby. Even your sister Beth doesn't have these accidents," 
Mom ranted as I continued to cry without response to her 
belittling. 

I sat on the toilet seat and picked my soiled socks, shoes, 
pants and under wear off on the floor in front of me. I 
kicked the door to the bathroom shut as I heard Beth, Carol 
and Emily coming to investigate the scope of the disaster 
giggling and asking "Where's the baby? Did he have another 
accident?"

My tears were just subsiding and I was looking for a 
washcloth to clean myself up with when the bathroom door 
burst open. There towering above me was my Dad. I could see 
the anger in his eyes. Not only had I committed an act of 
un-manliness but I had woke him from his afternoon sleep 
prior to going on his night shift of work at the plant. I 
was frozen in fear. I had already had my bottom spanked by 
him for other times I had peed my pants. I just knew I was 
in for it again and probably twice as hard for waking him.

"What the hell happened? You pissed your pants again? 
What's wrong with you? You can't control yourself like some 
little baby? What the hell are we going to do with you? You 
sure as hell can't go to school this fall still peeing your 
pants. Do you want to wear diapers to school?" He shouted, 
and paused slightly as some idea or something surfaced in 
his mind. "Get out of those clothes and get in the tub and 
clean yourself up. I'll deal with this when your done and 
you better be quick about it."

I didn't reply as he turned and left presumably to go get 
dressed for his work. I quickly took the rest of my clothes 
off and got in the tub quickly. I scrubbed in quicker time 
than I usually do and in minutes was out of the tub drying 
myself and awaiting further instructions. I didn't wait 
long before Mom stuck her head in the door and with a 
disheartened voice told me to go to my room; my father was 
waiting there for me. With great trepidation and the towel 
wrapped around my waist I moved as a prisoner to the 
electric chair might. I could just imagine the beating I 
was about to get, and with out any clothes to protect me 
from his calloused hand. 

I walked into my room and Dad sat on the bed as the three 
girls stood over in the corner of the room all anxious to 
witness my humiliation. They stood silent.

"Get over here baby. You act like a baby you'll be treated 
like one. Now get over here and lay down," Dad instructed 
in his commanding voice. It was then I saw the diaper lying 
on the bed where he had instructed me to lay down. 

That was it I wouldn't take anymore. "NO, DAD! I'm not a 
baby. I'm not going to wear any diaper. It won't ever 
happen again," I shouted as tears started flowing.

"Oh yes you will! And you'll wear them till I'm sure your 
potty trained," He shouted as he grabbed me by the arm and 
swung me on to the bed on top of the diaper.

Mom had abandoned me to my punishment at his hands and the 
girls stood in shocked silence as the battle raged. It 
wasn't much of a battle for as much as I kicked and 
struggled and squirmed I was no match for this man as I was 
pinned to the bed and baby powder sprinkled on me and the 
diaper wrapped up between my legs and pinned securely on 
me. I cried and continued my struggle begging him not to do 
it. Let me go. In the next instant a pair of rubberized 
panties with white and red ruffles across the bum were 
being pulled up my legs and around my waist. I kicked and 
screamed more and all at once he released me and I jumped 
up from the bed to begin pulling the sissy panties and 
diaper off me.

"You take those off and I'll give you the licking of your 
life and you'll be wearing them everywhere you go. Now pull 
them back up and get back over here."

I hesitated but fear got the best of me. I half-heartedly 
pulled a little on the waistband to restore them and 
stepped back towards my Dad.

"Since only babies and sissy's pee their pants and you're 
to old to be a baby you must be a sissy. And this will make 
changing your diaper much easier, now hold your arms up 
over your head."

I was bawling like a baby as I held my arms up and he 
pulled one of Beth's old baby dresses down over my head and 
arms. The white and red trimmed lace matched the panties he 
had squeezed my diapered bottom into. The back was pulled 
tight as he buttoned me onto the dress and pulled the waist 
which was up around my chest tight as he tied the sash into 
a bow behind me. As I look down through tear filled eyes 
the flounced skirt of the dress barely came down over my 
bum. I cried even harder if that was possible. I was 
sobbing so hard it was impossible for me to even respond to 
him or shout my protests or promises or even beg.

The girls remained in the corner watching the entire 
process of the sissifacation of their brother and friend. 
Dad stood and turned to them as he stepped around me to 
exit the room. 

"Here's your new sissy sister. Take good care of her and be 
sure and tell your Mother when she needs her diaper 
changed. And you sissy, you better be still wearing your 
diaper and panties when I get home tonight. And you'll be 
staying in your panties and dresses till you can prove your 
potty trained. Your mother's even getting out Beth's old 
potty chair for you so you can practice going potty," He 
glared at me as he left.

As soon as he stormed down the steps and he and Mother had 
words we heard the front door shut. That broke the silence 
in the room as Carol, Beth and Emily surrounded me.

Carol began, "Oh look at the pretty little sissy girl. 
Isn't she so cute in her pretty little dress and ruffled 
panties to match them."

Emily added, "Oh he does look like a girl baby, doesn't he. 
Maybe baby is hungry and needs his tittie bottle."

They all laughed and I pulled away from their giggles and 
teases and the dress flew up as I spun around exposing my 
panty-covered bottom. The strange feel of the teasing of 
the dress hem on my legs and the fullness of the diaper 
being held in the panties made my tiny penis hard. I had no 
control of it. Emily saw it tenting out the panties as I 
tried to retreat.
 
"Oh look, his little thing is making his panties stick out 
in front. Does sissy like his diaper?" she teased amid a 
new flurry of giggles.

Mom finally came to the rescue. Through the door way 
scattering my tormenters she came. She took me by the arm 
as she pulled me towards the door. 

"Alright that's enough you three. And you, quit bawling or 
I'll give you something to bawl about. You brought this on 
yourself. I've told you a hundred times if I told you once 
your Dad was not going to put up with your accidents 
forever. Now come on down stairs and you can play in the 
house till supper."

I sniffed and sobbed a few times trying to control myself 
in fear of additional punishment. I went into the family 
room and turned on the TV jumping up on the couch and 
folding my arms tightly across my chest in hopes of hiding 
the little dress wrapped around me. My legs were crossed 
under me Indian style.

The girls came down and Beth came into the room with me 
while Carol and Emily paused at the doorway as they headed 
back outside.

"Look at the pretty baby pouting. Oh she's so mad. Poor 
baby probably wants to go outside with her big sister. Oh 
you be a good baby and we'll go see if any of your little 
friends want to come over and play with you," Carol teased.

"Mom," I screamed, "Carol's teasing me again. She said 
she's going to bring kids here to see me. Tell her she 
can't."

"Carol, Quit teasing your brother or you'll spend the rest 
of the week in your room grounded," Mom retorted.

Carol and Emily left as Beth came into the room and sat up 
on the couch with me. As she did she turned to me feeling 
the lacy hem of the dress.

"That was one of my favorite dresses. But it looks pretty 
on you. Will you pretend to be my sister," Beth coaxed.

Sniffing I replied, "Beth don't tease me. I hate this. I'm 
a boy. I hate Dad. He shouldn't have done this. I told him 
I wouldn't ever pee my pants again."

"Yeah, but you have to wear it and we could pretend and 
play house or something. Pleaseeeee, Bobby."

I thought about her coaxing and for some strange reason was 
responding to her and the kindness she was showing. 

"Well, I guess." I whispered.

"Oh Bobby, thank you," She squealed.

As she ran up the stairs to return with dolls and tea set 
bulging in her arms. She dumped them on the floor in front 
of me and began setting the plastic tea service out on the 
coffee table in front of me. I slowly slid off the couch to 
set at the table. Beth handed me a doll, which I took 
without hesitation and began to cuddle it in my arms as she 
started our little fantasy. Two ladies at tea with their 
children talking about raising the children and housework.

I had gotten deeply engrossed in the fantasy and Beth was 
calling me Barbara and I felt in place with the pretty 
dress on. I didn't hear Mom come in the room and as I 
turned to see her standing there.

"Well, well isn't that nice you girls playing so nice and 
quiet together like this," she said.

"Ahhhh Mom, please I was just playing with Beth."

"I know dear and I think it's really nice you do. You 
almost look like twins sitting there like that. Why don't 
you let me put a ribbon in your hair like your sister's 
while you play and I have the socks to match the dress. 
Wait here. I'll be right back."

"Mom, I'm not a girl. You called me a girl," I protested as 
she left the room.

I don't know why I didn't protest her suggestions of hair 
ribbons and girls socks. But then I guess I was pretending 
to be Barbara for our game.

Mom returned and tied a ribbon under my hair pulling it 
back from my face and tying it on top separating my bangs. 
While she did this I slipped the white lace top ankle socks 
on and as I raised my legs I again exposed my frilly clad 
bottom. She had also brought me a pair of black shiny Mary 
Jane style shoes, old ones of Carol's which I added and 
buckled the strap.

"Now you really do look like twins. The prettiest girls in 
town," Mom said smiling at us.

I just ignored her reference to girls and smiled back at 
her. I mean after all here I was sitting here in a diaper, 
rumba panties, dress, lace socks, hair ribbon and girls 
shoes. Beth and I continued our game. I finally had the 
urge to pee once more and called Mom. She just came and 
took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen where the 
little potty chair sat. She told me to hold up my dress as 
she pulled the panties down and unpinned my diaper. She 
told me to go in the potty for Dad would be checking to 
make sure I used it.

So I squeezed on the potty holding my dress up and made 
tinkle in the potty. As I stood up Mom reached under me 
with a wipey and wiped my penis of any drops of urine left.

"Mom, please can I change clothes now. I used the potty," I 
begged.

"I wish you could but your Father would have a fit if he 
came home and you weren't wearing the dress and diapers. 
But I'll tell you what, I'll get you some underwear to put 
on till bed time then you'll have to be back in your 
diaper."

"Ahhh welllll, I guess."

Mom disappeared and returned with a pair of girls pink 
panties. I didn't even protest as she held them out for me 
to step into. She pulled them up my legs and around my 
waist. They actually felt really nice and now the dress and 
lining of petticoats really felt ticklish over my panty-
clad bottom. Something the rumba panties prevented from 
happening.

I pulled my dress down and returned to the room to finish 
our tea party. As I passed the hall mirror I saw the cute 
little girl in the mirror. It was me. It was Beth. I did 
look just like her. Even our hair looked the same length. I 
pause and had to do a turn to look at myself completely. I 
was pretty. Walking without the diaper and rumba panties 
felt nice and maybe I wouldn't get teased about being a 
baby, at least.

Beth and I played awhile longer and then it was a little 
boring. It was Beth who suggested we go out back and play 
on the swing set. 

"Barbie, I'm tired of this, aren't you? Why don't we go out 
and play on the swing set?" Beth queried.

"Beth, I can't go out like this. Someone might see me."

"Oh pooh! None can see over the fence. And I'll even push 
you on the swing. Anyway your not wearing diapers anymore, 
so who cares."

"Beth, I'm still wearing a dress and ribbons in my hair and 
everything."

"Oh come on please, Barbie? Please I'll lock the gate and 
no one will see you, pleaseeeeeee."

Against my better judgment I relented and got to my feet 
and headed for the back door. "Okay, but no one better see 
me."

Now wearing a dress and swinging on a swing was a really 
new experience. I climbed up on the swing for Beth to 
fulfill her promise to push me. I was surprised at her 
ability to push and as I pumped my legs I was really going 
high. The tummy tickles started and I was trying to hold 
the giggles back and keep from peeing in my panties. My 
dress would fly out as I cut through the air pushing the 
crinolines up over my lap. I loved the feeling that had 
never been felt while swinging in my boy clothes.

I was giggling like a little girl and Beth encouraged just 
kept pushing harder. I never heard them or saw them till 
Carol yelled, "Oh Bobby you have to be more careful 
swinging when wearing your dress. We can all see clear up 
to your pretty little panties. What happened, did Mom run 
out of diapers?"

There on the back porch stood Emily, Carol and George (An 
older friend of Carol's). They were all laughing and 
pointing as I tried to slow the swing to escape the 
ridicule. Yes the back gate was locked but they had come 
through the house.

Carol continued, "See we told you. He's wearing a dress and 
even hair ribbons. He's just my little sissy sister."

"Bobby, I didn't believe them. You really do look like a 
girl. What a little sissy. And girls panties too," George 
almost bend over laughing and pointing at me.

I burst into tears and jumped from the swing landing on my 
hands and knees with the dress up over my back exposing my 
pink panty clad to them all as the roared in laughter. I 
gained my feet and the only escape was directly through 
them into the house. I had my head down in shame as my face 
burned and the tears rolled down my cheeks, sobbing as I 
ran. I tried pushing through them as they continued their 
taunts. 

George grabbed me on the way through by my arm and swung me 
around from the door. "Oh my what a pretty little girl you 
make, Bobbi." He reached down with his free hand and lifted 
lifting the back of my dress while holding me against him. 
His hands grabbed the cheeks of my bum and he squeezed them 
as he continued his teasing. "Wow, nice set of buns for 
such a little sissy."

"Look he's even wearing a hair ribbon and my shoes," 
giggled Carol.

I was in full out rage and embarrassment with tears 
flooding over my face and my whole body flushed and hot. I 
tore away from George's grip as I stumbled into the house 
and made my way up the stairs to my room. Blinded by the 
tears and the leather soled Mary Janes slipping on the 
carpeted stairs, I stumbled upwards fully exposing my pink 
pantied bottom to my tormenters gathered at the foot of the 
steps.

"Mom! Mom! Bobby isn't wearing his diaper. Come look Mom! 
He's wearing pink girls panties," Carol shouted. "Boy are 
you in trouble little girly when Dad finds out."

I had attained the safety of my bedroom and locking the 
door behind me I fell on the bed and sobbed. How would I 
ever be able to show myself in the neighborhood again? 
Maybe Carol, Emily and Beth would keep a secret under 
threats from Mom, but George I knew would tell everybody 
exactly what he had seen.

I heard Mom finally reach the group at the bottom of the 
stairs. "What's going on here? Carol, I thought I told you 
not to bring anyone here today?" Turning to Emily and 
George, "You two should be ashamed of yourselves. Bobby is 
being punished by his Dad and is embarrassed enough by what 
has happened to him without your teasing. I think you had 
better be going and you had better keep this to yourselves 
or I'll be calling on your Mothers to tell them how 
terrible your acting. Now get going and if I here you 
spreading this story around you'll both be in trouble, 
understand."

"Y... Yes, Mrs. Brown, we w... w... won't say anything," 
Emily spoke for both children as they back out of the door 
to scurry home.

"Now, you young lady," Mom said turning her anger towards 
Carol. "You deliberately disobeyed me. You think it's funny 
the punishment your brother's going through, do you? Well, 
we'll see just how funny you think your punishment is going 
to be. Now get up to your room and stay there. Don't even 
think of going anywhere."

"B... but, Mom, I... I didn't know he'd be still all 
dressed up like a girl and wearing hair ribbons and girl 
shoes and everything. I didn't even think he'd be anywhere 
anyone would see him. And he isn't wearing a diaper like 
Dad said he had too," Carol whined.

"Don't you even worry about what your brother is wearing or 
what your Father said. You just get to your room and stay 
there till I have time to deal with you. What do you think 
is going to happen if Emily and that George spread this 
story all over the neighborhood? What do you think his life 
at school this fall will be like if the kids there find 
out? I just don't understand you and how mean you can be to 
your brother. Now move it missy," Mom raising her voice in 
a disgusted tone as Carol escaped further wrath as she made 
the confines or her bedroom slamming the door behind her.

I had heard most of the conversation from the raised voices 
and this only made my plight embed deeper in my mind as I 
tried to think what school might be like for me if the guys 
in my class heard about this. I was turning from self-pity 
to anger as the tears subsided and I heard Mom's attempt at 
opening my bedroom door.

"Bobby, Bobby, Open the door. Come sweetie let me in so we 
can talk," Mom cajoled from behind the door. 

I reluctantly unlocked the door and scurried back to the 
bed as I crawled up on it and curled into a fetal position. 
The short frilly dress and crinolines were pushed up in 
back exposing my bottom now stinging a little from Georges 
earlier grouping.

Mom entered and eased herself onto the edge of my bed as 
her soft hand brushed my girly bangs up off my forehead and 
she began, "I'm really sorry all this happened. You know 
how your Father is at times. But you really do need to 
learn to control yourself better. And I know how mean your 
sister can be at times and I'll see that she doesn't tease 
you anymore. Tell you what, why don't you put your jeans 
and shirt on and you can wear them for supper and till 
bedtime, okay? What your Dad doesn't know won't hurt us, 
right?"

"But Mom, George and Emily will tell everyone. How can I 
ever go to the playground again or school this fall. 
Everyone will know," I sniffed.

"Oh let's not worry about that right now. I don't think 
this story will go any further. Now come on dry those 
tears, change your clothes and I'll call you when supper is 
ready." Mom kissed me on the forehead and exited my room 
heading for Carol's room to deal with her.

As the door shut I was up off the bed struggling out of the 
dress into jeans and a T-shirt. Then I quietly stood next 
to the door trying to hear what was going on between Mom 
and my sister. I heard Carol sob a few times but I couldn't 
hear what was being said or done.

It wasn't long till I heard Mom calling, "Come on kids, 
supper is ready. Hurry up before it gets cold."

I was quite hungry after the emotional day I had suffered 
through and was first to the kitchen table flowed closely 
by Beth. Beth looked at me and frowned saying, "Oh Bobby, 
you changed. I wish you hadn't. You looked so pretty 
before."

"Beth, don't tease me please. I'm a boy and I don't wear 
dresses."

"But your still wearing your hair ribbon and my socks, 
aren't you? Do you have panties or a diaper on under you 
jeans?"

I was turning red, I was so excited about getting out of 
the dress I didn't even think about the panties, hair 
ribbon, socks and shoes I was still wearing. "Ah... ah, 
I... I, Oh I just forgot about them," reaching up to pull 
the ribbon out of my hair as it fell down around my face.

Mom laughed a little and taking the ribbon from my hand 
fixed it back into my hair holding it back off my face. 
"It's okay, Bobby. I think you better wear the hair ribbon 
to eat or until we find a way to hold the hair out of your 
face or you'll be eating hair with your dinner."

I just sat down and started fixing my plate as Mom yelled, 
"Carol, get down here for supper. I don't care if you eat 
or not but you'll sit with us at the table."

I dropped my fork as Carol entered the kitchen. There she 
stood in a frilly pink satin and chiffon little girls party 
dress. Amazing as it was one of her old dress and she was 
still squeezed into it, although now it barely covered her 
bum. Her hair was done in high set ponytails on either side 
of her head tied with pink ribbons with long tendrils 
hanging down. Her feet were in white Mary Jane style shoes 
and she was wearing little girl style pink lace top anklet 
socks. The short dress made it apparent she was wearing 
pink ruffled plastic panties over a diapered bottom."

Beth started, "Oh Carol, you're so pretty. Oh I always 
thought you looked so pretty in that dress. But, Mom said I 
could have it when you out grew it."

I had to get some measure of revenge, "Oh my look at the 
baby girl, and now look who's wearing the diapers!"

"Yeah, well I am a girl not a boy wearing a dress. And look 
at you still in your pretty shoes and hair ribbon," Carol 
retorted. "What do you think Dad's going to do to you when 
he finds out your not wearing your dress and diapers?"

"That's enough you two. And if his Dad finds out we didn't 
follow his instructions, I'll know where it came from. And 
let me tell you something young lady, it you don't want to 
be wearing diapers and little girl clothes the rest of the 
summer you'll keep your mouth shut. Do you understand me?" 
Mom said ending the conversation.

We ate in silence and watched the television till bedtime. 
I couldn't resist smirking and making faces at my older 
sister all babied up for the evening. She would retaliate 
with her own smirks and making faces at me. These actions, 
of course, all out of site of my Mother.

I finally got to get out of the panties, hair ribbon and 
socks as I took my bath and headed to my bedroom to get 
into my PJ's. My mother met me in my room. There on the bed 
was a white diaper and pink-headed diaper pins along with a 
pair of yellow ruffled rumba rubber panties.

"Mom, I... I thought you said I could wear my own clothes," 
I whined.

"Sorry Bobby, but when your Dad comes home and if he checks 
on you, you had better be wearing the diaper or it's hard 
to tell what he might do. Don't worry about it. It's just 
for tonight and nobody is going to see you," Mom said as I 
reluctantly climbed up on the bed and onto the spread 
diaper.

Mom powdered my entire bottom explaining that the diaper 
might rub me raw under the Rumba panties if she didn't 
powder me well. The diaper was pulled up around my waist 
and under my crotch as it was pinned into place. She then 
slipped the panties up over my legs and as I raised my 
bottom off the bed pulled them up around my waist. I had 
lost the initial embarrassment of being put in a diaper and 
my diapered bottom being held in the panties and the smooth 
powder on my bottom felt rather nice. In fact as this 
though crossed my mind I was embarrassed again and just 
thinking how nice it really did feel.

"Can I put my PJ's on now Mom?" I Ask.

That's when she turned around holding out a yellow frilly 
nightgown of Carol's. She said, "Sorry honey, but I think 
you better be in a night gown for Dad's inspection. We 
don't want to give him any reason to get mad again, do we? 
Now hold up your arms and stand up."

I stood and holding my hands over my head had the gown 
pulled down over my head. It felt like I was in a dress 
again. The sleeves were short and gathered with lace and a 
bow on them. The neckline was open but trimmed in white 
lace and again the little bow at the neckline. The hem fell 
to my knees and the lacey hem tickles my knees as it 
settled into place. 

"My you do look pretty in that. Your blond hair and big 
blue eyes are prefect for that gown," Mom said smiling as 
she pulled back the coverlet on the bed for me to crawl 
into.

"Mom quit teasing me please. Today was bad enough and 
having to wear this."

"Oh I'm sorry honey. It's just that you look an awfully 
like Beth. Do you want me to brush your hair out before I 
go?"

"Mommmmmmm! No just let me go to sleep and get this over 
with. Good Night, Mommy... er I... I meant Mom."

"Goodnight Sweetheart, I see you in the morning."

END of PART 1:

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Diapered and Dressed Part 2

Diapered & Dressed Part 2
By Laurie Ann Brown

I spent a fitful night in the nightgown and panties. Waking
periodically expecting my Dad to be checking on me when he returned
from work. Finally deep sleep took my exhausted body into another world
and I slept. The bright morning sunlight streamed it's harshness
through out my room as I cracked open my eyes to see my Mother standing
over me with a hand under my nightgown and her fingers inside the leg
of my rubber panties and diaper. As I came conscious I realized what
she was doing, checking to see if the diaper was wet. It was, also then
that I realized that my bottom was drenched in the coolness of wet
diapers. I jumped away from Mom's penetrating fingers.

"Ah... Ah Mom, what are you doing? I'm awake. I'll be down as soon as I
get dressed, okay?" I fitfully begged, hoping against hope that she had
not felt what I was feeling all around my bottom.

Mom looked down on me a little forlorn, shaking her head in that a "tsk
tsk" mode and said, "Bobby, I don't know what to say to you or what to
do. Your Father was in your room last night when he came home from work
and checked to see what you were wearing. He also checked and found out
you wet yourself. He was going to drag you out of bed and paddle you
good, but I talked him out of it. I tried to tell him his tactics
weren't working, but he didn't want to hear that. He was really upset
with you."

"But... but Mom, I... I couldn't help it. It was an accident. Honest,
Mom, I didn't mean to do it. Is Dad going to paddle me?"

"No, he's not going to paddle you, but you may wish he had rather than
what he's insisting upon doing to you."

"Mom, I'm not going to have to wear diapers again, am I?"

"Look just get in the bathroom and get out of your wet diaper and
rubber panties. Get yourself cleaned up and we'll see what can be done.
Now get moving and be quiet so you don't wake your Dad."

I just knew it. I knew I was really screwed now. I slipped quietly into
the bathroom slipping off the nightgown and stuffing it in the hamper.
I pulled the rubber ruffled panties down and slipped the soggy pinned
diaper down my legs stepping out of it. I ran water in the tub and
climbed in washing the stale urine smell off my bottom. After washing I
got out, dried and wrapped a towel around my waist. I put the rubber
panties in the hamper and picked up the soggy diaper like it were a
rattlesnake and carried it back to my room not knowing what to do with
it. As it was Mom was there with a bucket of water she held out to me
and told me to drop my diaper into the bucket, which I gladly did.

"The girls are already up and eating breakfast. I've got some clothes
here for you that you're going to have to wear. No here's the deal. I'm
going to let you wear your sister's panties instead of the diaper.
However, before your Dad gets up we're going to have to get you back in
a diaper and rubber pants," Mom said with a very disappointed edge in
her voice.

"But... but Mom, do I really have too. I'll just stay in my room till
Dad leaves and just wear my PJ's, okay? I don't want to have to wear
panties and a dress again. Carol will tease me and tell everyone."

"I'm sorry Bobby you brought it on yourself. Your Dad is very
disappointed in you and if we disobey him in this it's hard to tell
what he might do. Now come on and let me help you get dressed. It's
going to be hot today so I got one of Carols old sun dresses for you to
wear. See isn't it pretty, the yellow background with all the flower
print on it. And see the lace straps match the lace on the hem. And
look I even got a pair of yellow panties from Beth for you that match
the dress. And with the full skirt we can get you into a diaper and the
yellow rumba panties quickly if your Dad gets up early."

I started to cry feeling really bad for myself. After all, last night
was an accident. I mean like maybe yesterday I could have got to the
bathroom in time but I didn't. The tears were not affecting my Mother
as she held out the little nylon yellow flowered panties for me and
pulled them up around my waist.

I sobbed and she responded, "Shhhh, now be quiet or you'll wake your
Dad. Arms up." As she dropped the dress over my head and arms buttoning
it up the back and tying the belt in a bow in back. "Now here you can
were these sandals or put the yellow socks on and I'll get you another
pair of shoes to wear."

"Mom, I'm not going to wear girl's sandals!"

"Okay, put the socks on I'll be right back."

The sandals would have been preferable as the yellow sock tops were
lace tops. She returned and there I stood in a little sundress, yellow
flowered panties, lace top yellow socks and white Mary Jane style
shoes.

I was still sniffling when Mom took out a brush and started on my hair
saying, "Now stand still and let me see what we can do with your hair.
It's all over your face. I really think we better think about a haircut
pretty soon."

She brushed my hair back away from my face and was pulling it back and
to the sides. I really was beyond comprehending what was being done. I
couldn't e embarrassed anymore than I was at this point in time. The
real shock came when she released me and I got to see myself in my
dresser mirror. At first words wouldn't come. It looked like my sister
staring back at me all red eyed from the mirror. Two ponytails secure
by yellow scrunchies hung from the side of my head as banks fell nearly
over my eyes. "Mommmmm, no, please Mom I can't go around like this. I
look like a girl."

"Well you certainly do look like a very pretty little girl. Now do you
want to go running around looking like a boy in a dress or would you
rather look like a real girl so people won't notice you?" Mom retorted.
"Come on now and get your breakfast and be quiet," she said as she took
me by the hand and pulled me out the bedroom door and down the stairs
to the kitchen.

Carol and Beth we're just finishing their breakfasts and upon seeing me
both giggled but Carol started, "Oh my so you do want to be one of the
girls after all. Oh Mother, I have lots of hand me downs for little
Bobbi," as her giggles turned to laughter.

"Oh, Bobbi you look just like me with your hair fixed like that. And my
dress even looks like yours except it's blue. Oh Bobbi you really look
like a real girl now," Beth exclaimed.

"Mom! Make them take it back. Make them be quiet and quit teasing," I
whined.

"Alright you two that's enough out of both of you. Your Father insists
he wear this today and I'm not going to put up with this constant
teasing and whining all day. No the same rules apply as yesterday. This
is to be kept quiet and in the family. Do you all understand? Mom"
commanded.

"But Mom George and Emily already know. Why can't they come over today?
We were planning on meeting here this morning and listening to my new
CD's," Carol cajoled.

"Well you let me know when they're coming and then Bobbi can stay in
his room if he doesn't want to be seen," Mother said.

"Come on and hurry up and eat Bobbi so we can play again like
yesterday," Beth pleaded.

And so it was Beth and I were playing house again. Now, every time Mom
would pass us she would be reminding me to sit like a girl, keep your
legs together, watch bending over... etc. I guess I really didn't mind
the dress physically, anyway. It was just that boys don't wear dresses
and I knew if my friends ever found out I'd be toast. They would never
let me play with them again. And playing with Beth wasn't all that bad.
She wasn't bossy like Carol. However all too soon Carol announced that
Emily and George were on their way over. So I left Beth in the front
room and sought the sanctity of my bedroom. I pulled out a stack of
comic books that I would struggle through trying to read. Even before
first grade I was a fair reader.

I could hear the three of them in the room next door giggling and
playing various CD's at low levels such as not to awaken my Dad. After
awhile I dosed off into slumber land and the next thing I remember was
awakening to the three of them surrounding me on my bed.

"Hey, what are you doing in here? Get out I'm going to tell Mom," I
pleaded.

"Shush-up little girl. You're not going to tell anyone and you're going
to be quiet. Emily just took your picture all snuggled up with your
dolly in your pretty little dress. And your dress was all bunched up so
we could even see your panties. If you wake Dad he'll see you're not in
your diapers and you'll really get it. And if you tell Mom, Emily is
going to show everyone in the neighborhood your picture," Carol sneered
at me.

"My God, he does look like a girl doesn't he?" George remarked. "I
don't know Carol, I think he may even be better looking than Emily and
you."

"Geeze Bobbi, why did you let them do it to you? You must really be a
sissy," Emily giggled.

I was near to tears and I was flushed with embarrassment from my toes
clear to the top of my head. I struggled up in the bed to discover they
had placed a doll in bed next to me, which I picked up and threw at my
sister. She very deftly caught it. I was pulling at the hem of my dress
trying to cover as much of myself as possible from there prying eyes.
Emily was just snapping more pictures of me, as I must have made quite
a girlish site.

Emily started again, "I just love your hair done that way. Little
ponytails look so nice on little girls like you and Beth. Carol why
don't you go get Beth and we'll have a little girl party. We can paint
their nails for them and try different hair styles. Let's see if we can
really make them look like twins. And if they're real good little girl
maybe we'll even take them for ice cream later."

"Get out of here and leave me alone. I'll tell Mom, I mean it, I will,"
I threatened.

"You be quiet," my sister retorted. "You're coming with me to my room.
Emily, you go find Beth downstairs and bring her up to our room. Now
come on little girl or I'll make sure Emily's pictures of you are all
over your new school before you get there too."

George slid towards the door, "Hey, you girls have fun, this isn't my
thing. Maybe I'll see you all later and see who's the prettiest girl
then."

I was dragged into my sisters' room of feminine attire. The twin double
beds in pink "Barbie" bedspreads and white gauze canopies. The white
walls with pink borders around the ceilings were offset with the girls
in pink ballerina costumes in the pictured walls. The two closet doors
were made of full-length mirrors. Two white vanities and matching
dressers sat on opposite side of the room. The carpeting was pink fuzzy
knap with white throw rugs. Matching ballerina lamps adorned the
nightstands.

"Come on little girly, set down over there at my vanity. Emily can take
Beth over to her vanity. Now let's see what we can do with those nails
of yours. Oh and take off your shoes and those pretty socks," Carol
giggled. "Being made to wear a dress and diaper is one thing, but I
can't believe you have your hair in ponytails and wearing those lace
top socks and Beth's Mary Janes."

"I'm not a girl. I don't want to wear girl's clothes and Mom made me
dress like this and she did my hair. I didn't want too and I really
hate it," I retorted.

Beth and Emily came in as Carol started pulling out nail files, pink
bottles of nail polish, and other strange looking tools. Emily was
excited at the prospect of playing big girl. She was all smile as she
giggled, "Oh Bobbi we're going to have so much fun. Emily and Carol are
going to put nail polish on our nails, even our toes. And Emily said
you'd even try on dress with me just like a fashion show and we could
go get ice cream later."

"Oh Beth be quiet, will you? I'm not playing dress up and this polish
had better come off real easy before Dad sees it."

I sat hard in the chair at Carol's vanity and crossed my legs calf over
knee to remove my socks and shoes. My short sundress was raised up over
my thighs due to this action exposing my yellow flowered panties to
Carol sitting on her bed next to me arranging her tools and bottles. I
saw her stare turn to a smirk as I realized the exposure this act had
presented to her and I was actually embarrassed and my face flushed and
turned red. I almost automatically and quickly uncrossed my legs and
pulled the hem of my dress back down over my legs.

"Well, I glad my new little sister has some modesty. If you're going to
wear little dresses you better learn how to sit properly or all the
boys will know your whole panty wardrobe. Now stick your foot up here
for me and push your dress down between your legs to cover your little
panties," Carol teased.

All through the torture I sat silently and Beth and I ended up with our
toenails and fingernails shaped cleaned and sporting three coats of
pink polish. I was really feeling the embarrassment of the situation
but for some reason I wasn't as irate as I probably should have been. I
was looking at the shiny nails on my toes and fingers and barely heard
the predictions of my further doom. "You girls just sit still now and
we'll find you some clothes to model for us. Emily, look in Beth's
closet while I find some of my old dresses I think will fit Bobbi. This
will be like having our own live "Barbie" dolls to dress," Carol
instructed.

Soon both beds were covered in dresses and all styles of girl's clothes
and shoes. As I came back to reality I began, "There's no way I'm going
to wear any of that stuff. Now get this stuff off my nails. Come on
where's that smelly stuff you use to get it off."

"Oh yes you will do what ever we say. Or maybe Dad would like to see
you now without your diaper and your nails painted," Carol threatened.

"Oh Bobbi, please do it. Come on it will be fun. Nobody will see you
but us. We'll be fashion models. Please Bobbi," Beth pleaded.

I had little choice but I certainly didn't want them thinking I was
going to do it because Beth wanted me to do it or I even remotely
consent to it of my own free will. "Beth, I guess I have to do it cause
of Emily and Carol. They took my picture and will show it to everybody
if I don't do it. But nobody ever better find out and I'm not your
sister and never will be," I shouted.

"Take off your dresses you two and then get your pretty slips on.
You're both going to look so pretty, really just like twins. Beth
remember last years Easter dress? Remember, how Mom got us matching
dresses and she had the matching Mother dress. Well I really hated it
but you liked it. So now we'll see if you two really look like twins in
those outfits," Carol stated with enthusiasm.

I stood in front of the girls in nothing but panties and then Carol
handed me white nylon and lace panties and instructed me to change. I
reluctantly did so with my back to them. Next a white nylon full-length
lace slip was draped over my head and arms. The lacy hem tickled my
thighs as the fullness billowed around them. The slippery material was
even more erotic a feel over the nylon panties. I actually shivered and
goose bumps appeared on my body.

Carol saw it first and then called to Emily, "Emily, look, look here!
Look his nipples are sticking out in the slip just like a girls. Boy's
nipples don't do that, do they? She reached out and gently rubbed my
nipple through the thin satiny material of the slip giving me even more
goose bumps. "Look Emily, I think he even likes his titties touched
just like a girl."

Emily giggled, "I think your right. He's got titties like a girl. He'll
probably grow breasts and have to wear a bra when he's older."

"I'm not a girl and I'm not going to grow breasts. I can't help it you
made my nipples stick out. They have always done that when they get
really cold," I whined. Tears trickled out the corners of my eyes.

Next the white satin and light blue chiffon dress was drawn down over
my head. The dress buttoned up the back. The short sleeves were puffed
and gathered with little bows on the sleeve edges. The ribbon sash belt
was tied in a big bow in back of me and the end hung almost to the
short hem of the dress. The lacy slip pushed the dress out making it
stick out away from my legs but just made the frilly slip tickle my
legs that much more.

"Now sit down so we can change your socks and shoes," Carol ordered.
And I was soon sporting white and blue lace top socks and a pair of
white shinny patent leather Mary Jane style shoes with gold buckles on
the straps. Then without notice Emily was tying the short ponytails
with long blue and white ribbons to match the outfit.

I sat in embarrassed silence looking down at my smooth legs sticking
out of the frothy dress and slip. I was hoping this was the end and I'd
be able to return to my boy clothes or at least the sundress Mom had me
in earlier. This made me look like a four year old and I guess I knew
now why Carol hated wearing this outfit for Easter last year. Beth had
dressed herself mostly. Carol and Emily finished her with pink hair
ribbons to match her dress and white and pink lace top socks.

"Okay Bobbi, Stand up here beside your sister and let's have a look at
you two," Carol again ordered. I complied.

"Wow Carol, you've got two darling little twin sisters now," Emily
teased. "Just look at them. There's no boys here, are there? Look at
Bobbi. He really does look like a girl doesn't he."

"Yeah he sure does look like a girl. And you two are twins for sure.
Come on let's go see what Mom thinks about her two little angels. Maybe
she'll let us take you out for ice cream," Carol joined the teasing.

"Oh we do look alike Bobbi. Look, Look in the mirror at us," Beth
gleefully shouted her voice raising with joyfulness at having a twin
sister.

Tears welled in my eyes, tears of humiliation. I couldn't see my boy
self in the mirror. I did look like a gosh darned girl. "I'm not going
anywhere. Get me out of this dress and get the paint off my nails," I
half shouted. "I'm a boy. I'm not a girl and I don't look like any
girl."

"Oh little sister you'll stay in your dress till I tell you otherwise
unless you want all your buddies to see how you dress when you're not
in school," Carol replied as she grabbed my arm pulling me out of her
room followed by Beth and Emily. "And you don't look like a girl? Well
let's see what Mom thinks."

I didn't wait long as we almost ran head first into my Mother as we
exited the room. She did a double take looking first at me and then
Beth and back at me once again. "My goodness, what do we have here?
Bobbi, you really do look like Beth's twin dressed like that. What are
you doing, playing dress-up with the girls?" she ask in a mocking tone.
She laughed lightly covering her mouth in the womanly fashion to
conceal her mirth. "I didn't expect you'd like wearing your sister's
clothes so much and I love your nail polish."

"Mom, please," I said as I stifled a sob. "I don't want to do this.
Carol made me do it. Mom, I'm your son, I'm a boy. Make her let me get
dressed right."

"Mom he said he would do it. We didn't make him. Ask Emily or Beth. He
just got all upset after he saw himself and Beth together and saw that
he really does look like a girl, not a boy. In fact he didn't even say
no when we said we were going to ask to take him and Beth out for ice
cream in his pretty dress. Did you Bobbi?" Carol defended herself.

"But, you never ask me... You just said you were. I thought you were
just teasing me. I'm not going anywhere like this," I retorted.

"Well you look like your dressed right to me," Mom teased.

"Who's dressed right," cam the question from behind me as my Dad came
from his room from his sleep. He looked to the four of us standing
before Mom without recognition of whom he was seeing. As we turned to
his voice he finally saw me in the dress and hair ribbons. "What the...
Bobbi what are you..." His memory came back I assumed as the shock of
seeing me in a dress and then remembering his punishment orders settled
back to the forefront of his mind. "I... Well I... are you wearing the
diaper yet?" He stammered.

"No Daddy, we had him put on panties to wear my Easter dress. Don't be
mad at him, please. We'll make sure he doesn't pee his panties," Carol
interjected as she raised the hem of my dress and slip to expose my
pantied bottom top my Dad. I burst into tears as I pulled away and
sought refuge in the closest room being Carol's room.

"Mary, we need to talk. You kids go play now." Dad commanded.

As soon as my Dad and Mom we're alone and out of our ear shot the
conversation began. "Mary, what's going on? I only meant for him to be
put in a dress and a diaper to embarrass him enough that he'd stop his
wetting accidents. I didn't mean for you to turn him into a girl, for
God's sake."

"Paul, calm down. I didn't put him in the outfit he's wearing and I
certainly didn't paint his fingernails and put the ribbons in his hair.
I did suggest to him he might be more comfortable if he look more like
a girl today in case anyone happened to see him. I thought if they
mistook him for a girl and didn't see him as a boy in a dress that word
wouldn't get around about him. And I did tell him he could wear the
panties rather than the diaper at least until you got up. I mean it's
pretty hard to hide a diapered bottom under a dress and I really think
he's been punished enough."

"Well, I would have said so too if I hadn't checked him last night and
found he wet the diaper you put on him last night."

"Paul be realistic. After the trauma he suffered yesterday it's a
wonder he didn't do more. I really don't think diapering him again is
going to help things."

"Well you're probably right about that. But what's he doing all dressed
up like a girl. Shit, I couldn't tell him from Beth for a minute or
two. You said, you didn't do it so are we raising a faggot or cross
dresser as a son?"

"Well I don't know exactly why he's all dolled up the way he is. I
first thought it was Carol and her mean pranks but when you scolded him
he burst into tears. Maybe it's a stage he's going through or maybe
there is something wrong with him. I really don't know but your
expressions or anger or rejection aren't going to resolve the problem
or allow us to discover what's really going on. And keep your voice
down, he doesn't need to hear those things from you right now. I
suspicion that forcing him into a dress and diapers may have brought
something in him to the surface, but I just don't know for sure."

"So what's your solution to this? Turn your son into a girl? Shall we
just castrate him too while we're at it? Or maybe we just start
pretending he really is a girl, send him to school as a girl, and hope
he gets a nice guy to take him to the prom."

"Paul settle down. Stop talking nonsense. What I think we need to do
right now is quit teasing him and humiliating him. We don't have to
encourage him to dress like a girl but we can't act like he's some
monster or pervert when he chooses do so. When he's dressed like a girl
just treat him like you do your other daughters and when he's dressed
like a boy treat him like your son and encourage him as a boy."

"Okay, okay I hear you. I don't like it but I'll try it. I'll try for a
little while anyway, but I'm not going to turn our son into a girl if I
can help it. Have you thought about the consequences of what you're
suggesting? What are our relatives going to think if they see him
sashaying around in a dress? Do you think if his friends see him in
dresses they're not going to tease him or they'll forget about him
wearing dresses and panties when he starts school?"

"All I can tell you is that we will try to keep this as secret as
possible and confined until we find out what's going on and how we can
treat it. And I'm glad you recognize that it's our son, not just my son
and it's our problem not just my problem or his." Was Mom's final words
as she marched off to finish what ever chores she had stared before the
interruption.

Meanwhile in Carol's room the three girls huddled around me as I lay
across Beth's bed quietly sobbing. The slip had my dress pushed up in
back and I hadn't realized or cared that my white satin covered bottom
was exposed to the girls view.

"Come on Bobbi, quit your bawling like a baby. And I see we're going to
have to teach you about wearing dresses. Sit up and pull your dress
down your giving everybody a good show of your bottom. What are you
bawling about anyway? Mom and Dad weren't mad that you were wearing a
dress and look like a girl. Heck Mom didn't even get mad cause you we
wearing fingernail polish. Boy when I was your age and got into her
nail polish she really got mad at me." Carol said.

I turned over and sat up pulling the short hem down over my knees as I
stifled the sobs. "You lied. You told Mom I wanted to wear this dress
and everything. You said I wanted to go out for ice cream like this.
I'll get you back. I will. You lied and Mom believed you. Then you let
Dad see me and I know he's really mad at me." I sniffled.

"Bobby, I don't think Daddy was mad at you. He didn't even make you put
a diaper back on or nothing. I think he thinks your real pretty as a
girl. I even think you're prettier than me. And doesn't it feel nice to
wear pretty dresses? Don't you like the way they feel on you and how
pretty you look in them?" Beth tried consoling me.

"No, Beth. I don't like wearing dresses and I don't want to be pretty.
I'm a boy. I want to be handsome, not pretty. And I don't like
dresses."

"Oh you don't like dresses, don't you? Well maybe you'd prefer a cute
little skirt and top. Any boy who allows himself to be put in dresses 
and diapers, have his hair put in ponytails and ribbons and even have
his nails painted can't tell me he doesn't like it," Emily adding her
two cents. "Oh and here's your dolly the one you got your picture taken
with," She added as she tossed the doll at me forcing me to catch it
next to my chest wrapping both arms around it.

That was the picture as Mom opened the door to see me on the bed with
my arms wrapped around the dolly and tears drying on my cheeks. "Oh...
ah, well here Carol, here's some money for ice cream. It's probably a
good idea if you girls get out of the house a little on such a nice
day. Just don't dawdle around and get back here for lunch. Did Beth
give you that doll to play with Bobby? That was very nice of you Beth,"
Mom said as she recovered from her start at seeing me apparently
cuddling a doll baby in my arms.

"Mom, I don't want no ice cream. I'm not going anywhere in this dress.
Please can I wear my own clothes now," I pleaded.

Beth was adding, "Oh Mommy he can have that dolly for his own. I don't
care. Emily even took his picture when he was sleeping with it."

Mom thinking she needed to comfort me and re assure me everything was
okay said, "Okay you three out. Go on down stairs and get ready for
your walk. I want to talk with Bobby for a minute."

As they left Mom and I alone Carol left a parting shot, "Mom he's just
worried about going out, but I told him no one could tell he wasn't a
real girl. You tell him too. Maybe he'll listen to you."

I sneered at her as she left and Mom began, "Look now here sweetie pie,
I don't pretend to understand everything. But your Dad and I had a long
talk. He really thinks you make a really pretty girl and he doesn't
care if you like to pretend to be a girl and put on girls clothes and
such. But if you're going to want to be going outside as a girl you
really must be sure you look and act like a girl all the time your
outside. So I don't want you going out unless you check with me first
so we can make sure you look just like the pretty girl you look like
now, okay?"

"But Mom I'm a boy. Did Dad really say he wanted me to be a girl?
Doesn't he like me when I'm a boy?"

"I know and yes and no. Your Dad and I both know you're our little boy,
our son. Your Dad just thinks when you're all dolled up like he saw you
today that you make a really pretty looking girl. And your Dad loves
you whether you're being his son or pretending to be his little girl.
You probably don't even know why this is happening to you right now but
someday when you're older you'll understand. Right now we just want you
to be happy. And we both think you really don't mind being thought of
as a girl or wearing girl's clothes, now do you?"

I was confused. What was Mom telling me? Was she telling me that her
and Dad wanted me to be a girl sometimes and a boy sometimes? We're
they going to be mad at me or not like me if I didn't pretend to be a
girl? In my confused state I couldn't think straight. I wanted my Mom
and Dad to love me. I didn't want to hurt them but I didn't want to be
a girl either. I guess in my mind I decided for right now to try and
make them happy, at least until I could explain all this to them.
"Well, I... I... guess it would be alright sometimes, if it makes you
and Daddy happy and I don't have to wear diapers anymore," I replied as
I sought to at least get out of ever having my bottom diapered again.

"Oh your Dad isn't going to make you wear diaper again. We just have to
be careful not to have anymore accidents now that you're a big girl,"
Mom said as she took my hand and pulled me up off the bed. "Are you
going to take your dolly with you for ice cream, dear," She questioned
lovingly as I still had the dolly clasp to my body with one arm.

I dropped the dolly and headed down the stairs to meet my fate with my
sister's and Emily. I knew now I was bound for the ice cream shop in
the frilly dress and all the rest. I just hoped that no one would
recognize me, we wouldn't see anyone I knew, and no one would ever even
think I was a boy in a dress and panties.

Carol, Emily and Beth were awaiting my arrival as they stood by the
door way to the outside world. I stopped short. I couldn't do this. I
couldn't go outside like this. I'm a boy and someone would know. I was
suddenly very embarrassed for myself standing here in girl's clothes,
girl's clothes that made me look like a four-year-old girl not the six-
year-old boy I really was.

"Oh come on little sister, I can't wait to show you all the fun we
girls have outside," Carol chided as she reach out to grab me by the
arm pulling me towards the door. Her grip was tight hurting my arm as I
resisted and attempted to pull away as she drug me towards the now open
doorway.

"Carol, please I don't want to do this. Please don't make me go out.
I'll do anything you want but don't make me go outside like this," I
whined as tears formed in my eyes.

"Oh I know you'll do anything I want, don't I? And I know your going to
the ice cream shop with us and your going to be the best little girl in
the world too, just like you want to be, " Carol announced and then
leaning close whispered in my ear. "I mean you wouldn't want anyone to
know you were really a sissy boy wearing his sister's clothes now,
would you? And I know you don't want all the new friends you'll meet in
school this year to see your sissy pictures. Now straighten yourself up
and be a nice girl."

Beth took my other hand and all of a sudden we were outside on the
street. The warm air breezed under my dress and petticoats. I had worn
shorts lots of times in the summer but the air never felt like this on
my legs before. I instinctively reached a hand down in an attempt to
tuck the dress down between my legs in front. This only forced the back
of the dress up and more new sensations as the air found a new track up
my legs and around my pantied bottom.

"Oh Bobbi, you look so nice. Come on let's skip," Beth gleefully
shouted as she took my hand pulling me forward oblivious to my
discontent, red face, and tear filled eyes.

So there I was hesitantly holding hands with my little sister, both of
us in Easter finery skipping down the sidewalk in front of Carol and
Emily. I just knew this skipping was not the thing girls in dresses as
short as theses should be doing. I just knew we had to be showing a lot
more than we should be exposing to the public. I continued to try and
find a way to dampen the flounce of the dress and petticoats with my
free hand.

"I can't believe it. Look at those two. They really do look like twins
playing dress-up. I can't believe your brother would go along with this
regardless of the threats. Do you think that maybe he likes being a
sissy and wearing girls clothes?" Emily queried.

"Bobby? Geeze I don't think so. I mean he was almost bawling when we
pulled him out the door. I can't believe Mom went along with this. I
can't believe she would do this for punishment. I mean I almost feel
sorry for the kid. I guess the only thing is that he does look so much
like a girl that no one will probably know any different."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Maybe he does like being dressed up like a
girl and your Mother knows he does and she's just helping him along. I
mean I can't even imagine any boy letting himself be dressed up like
that and then going out in public. Look at him skipping along just like
a little girl with his dress flopping up and down," Emily said and then
giggled. "I was just thinking do you see how you looked in that dress
on Easter? I mean like you looked like a five-year-old too. You just
needed a big lollipop in your hand to complete the picture," she
laughed.

"Well, I didn't have a choice anymore than Bobbi does now. My Mother
bought our Easter dresses. I wanted one of those long skirts and tops
with the sequins but Mom wouldn't have any part of it. Well, maybe I'll
get to hand-me-down more of my clothes to my new little sissy brother
and I'll be able to get more new ones."

"What are you going to tell your friends if they find out about your
brother who likes to wear dresses and diapers? I mean like it would be
like so weird to have a sissy brother and have everyone know it."

"Oh Emily, I don't think he's really a sissy. I bet he really hates
what Mom and Dad did to him and I know he hates what we did, but I owe
him. He is always tattling on me. Now I have something on him that I'll
never have to worry about that anymore. And if I have too I'll see he
gets put back in girl's clothes enough to provide me ammunition till
he's old enough to drive. I don't plan on telling people about him.
Like, could you imagine what they'd do to him in school if they ever
found out he was wearing dresses and diapers or even girl's panties?
No, if he gets to enjoying it too much I'll just remind him of what
might happen if it got out at school. You have to promise me not to
tell our friends about him."

"I won't say a word. But who are you going to say he is if we run into
anyone we know? And what about George? He's a real blabber mouth."

"Don't worry about George, I have enough on him he won't tell anyone.
And if we see anyone we know I'll just tell them she's my cousin. But,
she'll need a name. What do you think?"

"Oh it has to be something cute and real girly too. I know. How about
Laurie Ann. Doesn't that sound sweet and girly? Yuck, could you imagine
if your parents had named you that? Laurieeeeeee Annnnnnnnn!" Emily
giggled at her own humor.

"Sounds good to me. Laurie Ann it will be. Bobbi wait up a minute."

I stopped our skipping at the command of Carol to wait up. I thought
maybe she was going to relent that she would tell me it was all over
and I could go home and get out of this dress and be a real boy again.
It wasn't to be.

As she and Emily approached she said, "Listen, your name is going to
Laurie Ann when you're wearing girl's clothes. If we run into anyone we
know you're going to be Laurie Ann our cousin who's visiting with us.
You understand, sissy?"

"But... but Carol, please let's just go home so we don't see anyone.
Please, they will know who I am and I'll kill myself," I pleaded.

"Just shut up and walk like a little lady, Laurie Ann. We are going to
get ice cream and that's final. If you don't like it then I'll
introduce you as Bobby, my little sissy brother who likes to wear
dresses and diapers."

I knew I was defeated my humiliation would continue. I would be Laurie
Ann. I would be the best Laurie Ann I could be if it would keep anyone
else from discovering the truth. I turned taking Beth's hand in silence
and started walking towards the ice cream shop.

Beth had continuous chatter going as we walked, "Bobbi, I like your new
name, Laurie Ann. It's so pretty, just like you. Now you can play dolls
and dress-up with me and be my sister Laurie Ann or my cousin if you
like that betters. We can get Carol and Mom's old clothes out of the
attic and have lots of fun dressing up. Sometime Mom will even give me
some of her old make-up to play with."

"Beth, I'm a boy and I don't like pretending to be a girl and I'm not
your sister or your cousin. I'm your brother, a boy," I retorted a
little louder than I had expected. It was then that recognition and
reality came back into focus. I saw ahead of us in the front yard of a
home a group of boys working on their bikes. I knew the one and he knew
me. It was Charley Roberts from my kindergarten class. He was looking
right at us. I hesitated and was considering turning and running as
Beth tightened her grip on my hand. It was too late. He had seen me
already. If he was going to recognize me he had already done so. I was
awaiting the verbal assault I knew was coming. I could hear it now in
my mind, "Bobby the sissy. Hey little sissy boy are you going to wear
dresses to school too? Do you wear your sister's panties or did your
Mommy buy her little sissy boy his own to wear?" The words never came.

Instead Charley called to Beth, "Hey Beth. Where's your dufuss brother?
We're going to play some ball over at the park this afternoon and we
need some more players. Is he at home?"

"Ah... well, no Charley, I don't think he's home right now," Beth
giggled at knowing Bobby was right there in front of Charley wearing a
dress and ribbons in his hair. "I don't think he wants to play ball
today he was playing something else, I think. Oh this is my cousin
Laurie Ann, she's the same age as you and my brother."

Charley just shrugged. Certainly not wanting any introductions to
girls. Yuck, he thought, that's the trouble with talking to girls you
ask a simple question and it's like they want to be part of you friends
or something. He replied, "Yeah, whatever. I'll check before we go over
and see if he's back then."

"Aren't you even going to say hello to my cousin, Laurie Ann?" Beth
continued. "Laurie Ann this is Bobby's friend, Charley, say hello to
Charley. Hey Charley Laurie Ann likes to play baseball, can she play
too."

"Yeah, like get real. Hello and goodbye Laurie Ann. I'm sure you'd play
ball real good in your dress and pretty little shoes, but I think we
have enough guys to play already," Charley retorted as he turn his
attention back to the group and the bike repairs. Odd, he thought, that
girl, what's her name, sure looked familiar. Oh Bobby's cousin he
guessed that was why. She was pretty cute for a girl that is. He
laughed to himself as he pictured in his mind a girl in a dress,
especially a fancy dress like she was wearing playing baseball. Her
little panties showing every time she bent over to pick up a ball or
sliding into the plate with her dress wrapped up around her chest. Oh
well, stupid girls anyway.

My heart was racing. I couldn't believe my little sister spoke to him.
And then telling him my name and that I like to play baseball. I was
sure he was going to recognize me. After all, we had been in the same
morning kindergarten class for a whole school year. Well, I did like to
play ball but I sure wasn't going to be playing ball in this outfit.

We finally arrived at the ice cream shop and we ordered our cones from
old Mr. Vickers. He didn't recognize me but always seemed to pay
special attention to the girls who frequented his shop. And it did seem
to me that I got a bigger scoop of ice cream in my cone than I ever did
from him when I was a regular boy. No one knew exactly how old Mr.
Vickers really was with his shiny baldhead fringed with white fuzzy
hair. He wore funny looking glasses that sat on the end of his nose as
he peered down through them at you. But I did notice how brilliant and
warm his smile was as he outdid himself in coddling to our orders. Hey
I never had this kind of service or the nice smile from him before.
From now on I'd get one of my sister's to order for me in here.

As Mr. Vickers filled our orders he attempted to engage us in
conversation and certainly flatter us as in his sweetest voice he said,
"Oh my my what brings such a lovely group of young ladies out for ice
cream today? My what pretty lasses you are and I love those pretty l
dresses you two are wearing. Is it a special occasion?"

Beth batting her long lashes responded, "Oh thank you Mr. Vickers. This
is my cousin, Laurie Ann. She's visiting me. This was my Easter dress
and Laurie Ann has my sister's Easter dress on."

We all had our cones in our hands as Mr. Vickers continued, "Well
Laurie Ann you are certainly a pretty thing in that dress, from your
pretty ribbons in your hair clear down to those lovely shiny shoes."
Mr. Vickers was leaning over the top over the counter to get a closer
view of the little girls in front of him. "Laurie Ann, would you like
to see all the different ice creams I have back here in really big
buckets?"

"Ah... ah, no thank you sir," I mumbled quite embarrassed by the
attention this old man was paying me. It didn't seem just right but I
wasn't sure about any of it. I just wanted to take my ice cream and get
back within the confines of my house before anyone else could see me.

Carol giggled as she encouraged the situation, "Oh go ahead Laurie Ann.
Mr. Vickers is nice enough to show you, you should go back there behind
the counter and see all the different things. Go on now and do it, I
hate to have Mom find out you were rude to Mr. Vickers." Followed by,
which I couldn't hear, as she whispered to Emily, "This should be good.
He's just an old pervert. He's always trying to get girls behind the
counter with him to cop a feel or get a look up there dresses. My Mom
warned me never to go behind the counter with him."

Under the threat and reluctantly I walked to the end of the counter as
Mr. Vickers held the gate open for me to join him behind the counter.
He took my free hand and led me back to the row of freezers and opening
the tops said, "There now just stand up on your tippy toes and look in
there. Did you ever see so much ice cream?" He was now behind me as I
stood on tip toes to look over the edge of the cooler. The front of my
dress was pressed hard against the cooler and I really wasn't thinking
about the back. Mr. Vickers certainly was as the dress and crinolines
rode up in back they crawled up my smooth legs until the pink panties
with the lace ruffles were exposed to his view. I had done the
obligatory viewing of the ice cream storage and was ready to retreat to
the safety of the outside.

It was then I felt Mr. Vickers hands on my bare thighs as he coaxed,
"Here let me help you so you can see better." His bony finger clasp
high up on my thighs under my dress as he lifted me up still pressed
against the cooler edge. He pressed his body hard against mine as he
pinned me to the cooler and sliding his hands up my legs and over my
panties pushing my dress up as he did so. His hands continued as I was
trapped and they slide up my sides as his fingers were discretely
lodged over my hardening nipples. I was about to panic as I could feel
his penis pushing against my exposed bottom and it was hard.

I squirmed and pushed back to finally be freed of his grip. My face was
flushed and my ears felt like they were on fire. "Ah... thanks Mr.
Vickers, I got to go now," I stammered as I pushed past him and gained
my escape to the three girls huddled together giggling at there
brother's plight.

We hurriedly exited.

Diapered and Dressed Part 3
I was being dragged out of the ice cream shop with my cone 
in hand after the humiliation of being felt up by Mr. 
Vickers.  Carol and Emily were all giggles and laughs, as 
they knew very well the humiliation I had just suffered at 
the hands of Mr. Vickers.  I, on the other hand, just 
wanted to enjoy the oversized cone provide me as a girl and 
then get back to the safety of our house.

The walk back was uneventful and I had almost forgotten I 
was wearing the Easter Dress with all it’s pinning and 
ribbons in my hair.  Beth’s ice cream was melting more than 
she was eating as she continued her chatter about how nice 
it was to have a sister, Laurie Ann, and how much fun we 
were going to have as sisters.  I was beyond arguing any 
more with her, as she just didn’t hear me when I told her I 
was her brother and would never wear dresses and girls 
things again.

We found the safety of home as Mom had lunch set up for us.  
Dad had already left for his afternoon shift at the plant.  
As we entered the house Mom inspected the three of us and 
after a tsk, tsk shake of the head said, “Well you girls 
look as if you enjoyed your outing.  Lunch will be ready in 
a little while.  I think you had better go wipe your faces, 
it would appear you have more ice cream on your faces than 
you do in your tummies. 

“Mom, please stop calling me a girl.  Can I get out of this 
dress and things now?  Pleaseeeeeeeee,” I whined.

Well, Bobbi, I didn’t make you wear a dress today.  If I 
recall correctly you were already dressed and planning on 
going out for ice cream with you sister and Emily.  You do 
what you want honey.  You can be a girl today or change if 
you want too,” Mom responded.  She wondered why he was 
putting up a fuss now about being dressed and made up as a 
pretty girl.  She then added, “You do make a lovely looking 
girl, but you should be a little more careful about going 
out dressed like that.  Your liable to meet some of your 
classmates and they’ll be expecting to see a girl in class 
with them, not a boy.”

“Mom, I didn’t really want to be dressed like this.  Carol 
and Emily made me, honest.  I’m not ever going to wear a 
dress again, Mom.”

“Whatever you say dear.  I’m sure your Father will be glad 
to hear that.  Now, if your going to change you better 
hurry before lunch is ready.”

“Mom, why don’t you make him say dressed so he can play 
dolls with Beth.  He’s the one who put the clothes on this 
morning.  We just helped him a little,” Carol added.

“Carol, if your sister… I mean brother is tired of the 
games he can do has he pleases.  Now just go wash up and 
leave your brother alone,” Mom ordered.

And so I rushed to my room and in nanoseconds had the 
dress, slip, shoes, socks and panties in a pile and was 
back into my boy clothes of jeans and tee shirt.  I kicked 
the frillies into a pile, not wanting to touch them with my 
hands.  I left them in the pile, including the fancy Easter 
dress, knowing Mom would be following behind to retrieve 
them and dispose of them properly.

I ate a light lunch, as I was still full from the oversized 
ice cream cone Mr. Vickers had so kindly provided.  Not 
much was said during lunch except for Beth attempting to 
cajole me into playing dolls with her, which in no 
uncertain terms I refused to do or ever consider doing 
again in my lifetime.  Emily was there with Carol for lunch 
and they bothered me with their secretive giggles and 
whispers around the table.  I ignored them.

It was late in the afternoon Mom called me from my 
television program to come upstairs to my room.  There she 
was sorting through the pile of girl clothes I had kicked 
into a pile.  The expression on her face was not one of 
pleasure.  “Bobbi, did you make this mess?  What were you 
thinking?  This is not the way we treat our good clothes - 
or any clothes for that matter.  Now take these under 
clothes and put them in your laundry basket and then come 
back here and I’ll show you how to properly hang your dress 
and slip,” Mom said, rather annoyed.

I took the under-things and to the laundry basket but had 
heard her refer to the dress and slip as mine.  “Mom 
shouldn’t these things be put in the girls laundry?  And 
those aren’t my dress and slip, those are Carol’s, not 
mine.”

“Laundry is laundry.  They all go to the same place.  Now 
come over here hand straighten this dress out.  Turn it 
right side out and give it a shake by the shoulders to 
straighten it out while I find a hanger.”

I did as told, but not with any enthusiasm.  Actually 
getting a little red in the cheeks as I had to hold the 
dress in front of me as I shook it out after having to 
handle it to turn it right-side out.  It was a very pretty 
dress.  Gosh, where did that come from, I hated dresses.  I 
would never wear one again.

“OK, here’s a hanger.  Slip the dress on the hanger and 
then lay it on the bed and button the top button in back so 
it won’t slide off.  Now this is a special hanger for your 
slip.  See it has little notches to hold the straps so it 
doesn’t slip off the hanger.”

I, rather embarrassed by all of this, accomplished the task 
and both items were laid on the bed.  

“Now hang your dress and slip in your closet.”

“Mom!  These aren’t my clothes.  They don’t belong in my 
closet.  I’ll put them back in Carol’s closet where they 
belong.  It’s not my dress or slip.  I’ll never wear them 
again,” I retorted almost in tears.

Mom just looked at me with her hands on her hips but in a 
most cajoling way, you know the ones they use when they 
think their kids are cute or special and said, “Well there 
isn’t much room in her closet anymore so why don’t you just 
do like I ask and put them in your closet.  They won’t bite 
you, you know.  And it might help you to remember to not be 
lazy about your toilet habits.  Besides you never know when 
you may want to play dress up with your sister’s again.”  
She smiled as she made her last remark.

“Mom, I told you it wouldn’t ever happen again.  I’m going 
to be real careful. And I’m not ever going to play dress 
up,” I replied as I hung the dress and slip in my closet 
and pushed the as far back in the corner as possible.

Later that afternoon George, Emily and Carol were at the 
house.  They were playing a board game and Beth was nearby 
playing with her dolls.  I had been working on a model 
plane in my room and then came downstairs for a break and 
to get something to drink.  It was George who started upon 
seeing me cross the room.

“My, my what pretty hair ribbons you have there little 
girl.  They’d look much better if you were wearing your 
dress,” he laughed as the girls turned to look and me and 
burst into fits of giggles and pointing.  I had forgotten 
all about the blue and white ribbons holding my hair in 
ponytails when I had got undressed.  I automatically 
reached up and grabbed the ponytails and ribbons.  My face 
turned crimson.

“Oh you should have seen Bobbi earlier in his pretty dress 
and all at the ice cream shop.  Old Mr. Vickers really 
liked him in all his pretties,” Carol teased.

“Well maybe he just left his pretty ribbons in so he could 
play dollies with his little sister,” George went on.

Emily added, “Well he’s probably still wearing his pretty 
panties and camisole under his boy clothes.  Are you 
Bobbi?”

I tugged frantically at the ribbons and ponytails suffering 
pain as they did not want to release.  The ribbons were 
platted into the beginnings of the ponytails.  I turned to 
retreat upstairs with a parting shot, “I don’t wear 
dresses.  Carol and Emily did this to my hair.  I just 
forgot.”

Beth had followed me up to my room as I sat on the bed 
trying to undo the ponytails and tears silently rolling 
down my cheeks from the humiliation suffered once again.  I 
would cut my own hair off if I couldn’t get a hair cut.  I 
wouldn’t care what it looked like.  At least it wouldn’t be 
long and I couldn’t ever have it in ponytails again.

Beth said, “Here Bobbi, let me help you.  I know those are 
hard to undo sometimes.”  She sat next to me as I resigned 
myself to expert help.  She was quite gentle as she undid 
the hair plats And ribbons.  She then picked up a brush and 
brushed the ponytails out but little did I realize that 
even with the ponytails gone she had managed to brush it 
into a girly style.  The hair parted in the middle and 
front as bangs fell over my forehead and the hair hung 
round my shoulders.

We ate supper in mostly silence.  Mom did ask me why I took 
my ponytails and ribbons out.  I told her I had forgotten 
about them till this afternoon and then Beth helped me.  
She simply added that she thought my hair looked very nice 
even without the ponytails.  Carol giggled.  I knew then I 
would cut all my hair off.

I didn’t cut my hair.  I was afraid what punishment might 
loom ahead if I really botched it up.  Life went on.  Carol 
occasionally would tease me and ask if I’d like to try on 
some of her other dresses or skirts.  Beth would sometimes 
hound me to play dolls or house with her.  And occasionally 
I did play dolls with her but with my action figures and in 
my own clothes.  The under clothes I had worn that day 
showed up in my bottom dresser drawer.  The mary-jane style 
shoes to match the dress were in my closet on the floor.  I 
thought about complaining but figured it wouldn’t do any 
good anyway.  Even the ruffled rumba panties I was forced 
to wear over the diaper that first day were in my bottom 
drawer.

Dad would occasional tease me about being one of his three 
daughters.  I think he was really just trying to reassure 
himself that I was really his son, as I would object 
strenuously and vehemently to his teasing.  Mom, on the 
other hand, was as nice as pie to me but her teasing, if 
that’s what it was, was more hidden.  Every time she 
brought new clothes home for my sister she would always 
make sure I saw every item, from panties to shorts, tops, 
to dresses, socks and shoes.  Always with the same dialog, 
don’t you think these are really pretty, aren’t these cute, 
don’t you think this color will look so nice with Beth’s 
hair color.  I wish your clothes were so easy to buy as for 
girls.  

I would usually make some noncommittal remark like "Oh yeah 
sure, If that’s what they like", or "Yeah really nice girly 
stuff."  She was always after me about my hair, telling me 
how it would be long till I got it cut for school but how I 
had to keep it neat while it was long.  I was subjected to 
shampoo and conditioners and if I didn’t insist on a low 
bunched ponytail with a gum band to hold it, it was brushed 
much the same as Beth had done with it.  On more than one 
occasion with my hair down strangers called me little girl.

Carol was in a growth spurt.  It seemed Mom always had to 
buy her new clothes or shoes.  I think she even got her 
first training bra that summer.  That and the fact she 
didn’t consider herself a little girl anymore like Beth, 
but mature and looking to style herself out of girly stuff 
to preteen hot stuff.  

The summer had grown hot.  I was now in shorts most of the 
time with a tank top or tee shirt.  I even had sandals on 
most of the time.  The girls were into shorts or sun 
dresses.  It was a hot, late July day I was playing outside 
flying my balsa wood airplane.  I saw Carol and Emily come 
into the back yard and paid little attention to them.  They 
approached me rather nonchalantly, watching the plane I was 
flying do it’s rolls and tumbles.  It was too late for me 
when it happened.  I was watching the planes flips as Carol 
reached out and grabbing the waistband of my denim shorts 
and pulled them forward with the other hand pressed against 
my stomach.  Emily then produced a glass from behind her 
back and poured it’s contents down in the front of my 
shorts. I screamed and pulled away as liquid soaked the 
front of my shorts, my under wear and ran down my legs into 
my sandals.  “What are you two doing,” I shouted.  “Why did 
you do that?  What did you pour on me?  I’m telling Mom.  
Your really in for it now, both of you.”

Emily had quickly exited through the backyard fence gate 
with the glass still in her hand.  Carol then told me my 
fate.  ‘Well, go ahead and tell Mom.  Go on go in and tell 
her how you peed you pants again.  And Dad’s still home 
lets wake him and tell him too.”

“I’ll tell them you and Emily poured water on me.  Mom will 
know the truth.”

“Emily?  Emily here?  I don’t see her.  I haven’t seen her 
all day and neither has Mom.  And that’s not just water.  
Can’t you smell it?  It’s pee water from the toilet.  Come 
on sissy baby let’s go tell Mom now,” she said as she 
grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me towards the 
house.

‘No, no, wait Carol.  Please don’t tell her.  Don’t wake 
Dad.  Please I’ll really get my bum beat if they find out.”  
I was crying now anticipating the beating I would get.  Put 
back in diapers and dressed like a baby girl.  And Dad said 
he’d send me to school in diapers if I did it again.  What 
was I going to do?  Would Mom believe me?  How could I make 
her believe that Carol and Emily did this that it wasn’t me 
at all?

Carol stopped as we neared the porch and pushed me back 
against the wall of the house.  “OK sissy, if you don’t 
want Mom and Dad to find out you pissed in your pants again 
your going to do everything I tell you to do.  And if Mom 
or Dad or anyone asks your going to tell them it was your 
idea that you like what it is your doing.  Do you 
understand?”

“I… I..  I guess so.  What do I have to do?  I’ll do the 
dishes for you or what ever.  I promise just don’t tell Mom 
or Dad,” I sniffled.  “I didn’t pee my pants and you know 
it.  Why are you doing this to me?  Please let me sneak in 
and change my clothes and I won’t ever tell what you did.”

“Oh I know your not going to tell and yes I’m going to help 
you sneak in and change your clothes.  Remember I’m going 
to keep your shorts and underwear in a bag just like they 
are now and if you don’t do like I say I’ll just give them 
to Mom and tell her you did it again.  Now come on up to my 
room and be quiet so we can get your clothes changed.”

Once, we were in Carol’s room she closed the door and told 
me to get out of my wet shorts and underwear.  I took off 
the shorts and was reluctant to take off my underwear in 
front of her she simply said, “OK don’t, I’ll just take 
these to Mom and tell her your waiting for her in my room.”

I shucked out on my boxers and she held out a plastic bag 
to drop them in accompanied by my shorts.  I t was then Mom 
called upstairs, “Carol, are you up there?  Emily’s here - 
should I send her up?”

“Yeah Mom, tell her to come up,” replied Carol.  Then 
turning to me, she said, “Ok sissy get your shirt off and 
lay down on my bed while I get you some clothes.”  

This sounded bad.  Why couldn’t I get my own clothes?  I 
knew in the back of my mind what she was up to and once 
again tears started seeping out and over my cheeks as I lay 
on her bed curled up in a fetal position trying to hide my 
embarrassment. 

Emily came through the door and almost in a whisper, as she 
looked at me naked on the bed, “Wow, you mean he agreed to 
it?  Man I don’t believe it.  I thought he’d be crying to 
his Mommy or his Mommy would be her diapering him again.”

“Oh don’t worry about the crybaby, he’s going to do 
everything we tell him to do.  And he’s going to tell 
everyone it was his idea and he likes it.  Aren’t you 
little sissy?  Well, I can’t hear you, sissy?” Carol 
smirked.

“I finally had to murmur a sniffled, “y..e.sss”

“Here Emily, you can clean our little girly baby up and 
powder her bottom while I find her, her diaper and pins.  
Come on sissy, roll over here and spread those little legs 
so Aunt Emily can powder your bottom.”

I rolled over and spread my legs as told to do.  I placed 
my hands over my eyes as I did not want them to see me nor 
I them.  Emily powdered me and even lifted my legs one at a 
time to powder my bum.  She rubbed the powder on right over 
my penis.

“Look here Carol, our little girl likes getting all 
powdered.  Her little thingy is sticking out,” Emily 
giggled.  “It’s a good thing he’s so small down there, 
someone might think he was a boy.”

“OK girly, lift that butt, so Mommy can get your diaper 
under you.  That’s it.  Look at the pretty pins I got for 
your diaper with the pretty pink bunnies on the heads,” 
Carol instructed.

I raised my butt as she slid the diaper under me, then she 
tightly brought the ends together and pinned them with the 
diaper pins.  As humiliated as I was at the time the thick 
diapers did feel comforting and at last I wasn’t completely 
naked before them.  I was still sniffling as Carol pulled 
my hands away from my eyes.  

“Now see, Emily even brought you a new pair of plastic 
panties to cover your little diapers.  Wasn’t that nice of 
her?” Carol teased as she began sliding the panties over my 
feet and up my legs.

The panties were yellow and looked satiny with row after 
row of white and yellow lace wrapping around the entire 
panty.  They squeezed around my legs and tightened around 
my waist as the two of them worked them up over my diapered 
bottom.  “Carol, please.  Don’t do this.  Let me go, 
please,” I pleaded.

“Just shut-up your whining or I’ll give Mom the bag and 
make sure Dad hears me too.  Your going to do just what I 
want and like you promised.  No quit whining and dry your 
tears.  We wouldn’t want you to wake Dad with your crying,” 
Carol demanded.

“Here, Carol.  Make him put this in his mouth to stop his 
whining,” Emily said as she produced a binky on a yellow 
ribbon and handed it to Carol.

“Oh great, Emily!  Where’d you get it?  Come on baby girl, 
open up and take your binky,” Carol replied as she pushed 
the binky between my lips and into my mouth.  I attempted 
to spit it out as she pushed it back in with the threat, 
“Spit it out again baby and I’ll tie it around your head or 
tape it in.”

I was pulled up to a sitting position as Emily knelt before 
me to roll yellow lace top socks over my feet and rolled 
lace down on my ankles slipping white mary-jane style shoes 
on me and buckling the straps.  “I got the binky at home.  
My aunt left it there the last time she visited.  It’s 
really my baby cousin’s, Vickie’s.  I think our little girl 
likes sucking on her binky.  And doesn’t her little socks 
and shoes look so cute on her?”

Carol in the mean time was pulling a frilly petticoat slip 
over my arms and down over my chest as she straightened the 
lace straps over my shoulders saying, “Well, most little 
girls wouldn’t wear such a frilly slip under a sun dress, 
but our little baby girl really like to be all frilly, 
don’t you little girl?  Answer me little girl or your going 
to be sorry.  Tell us how much you like your frills.”

“Y..e..e..ss,” I gurgled from behind the binky plugged in 
my mouth.

“Oh she even sounds like a baby with her binky in her 
mouth.   Emily do you see how white his thumb is?  That’s 
cause he still sucks his thumb at night just like a little 
baby.  Maybe she’ll be able to stop thumb sucking now that 
she has a binky to suck on.”

“I.. I.  Don’t… su..c..c ..k my th..mb  no..m..o.r,” I 
babbled.

“Oh isn’t that sweet.  I just love to hear her talk like 
that.  I’ll have to fix our baby a bottle so she can even 
suck her drinks,” Emily teased.

At this point I was pulled to my feet and the yellow and 
white gingham sun-dress was pulled over my head.  The slip 
barely came to mid thigh and the dress hem fought a losing 
battle with the bottom of the slip. The straps of the dress 
hid the straps of the slip and ended in bows on each of the 
shoulders.  I was red with total embarrassment and 
humiliation.  I was then sat in a chair in front of the 
vanity mirror and they both began working in my hair.  One 
on either side of me, they started.

“Oh she’s got such fine baby hair and the ribbons match the 
dress.  She’s going to be such a cute little baby girl for 
Beth to play with,” Carol teased.

They worked quickly and platted the ribbons into the long 
ponytails on both sides of my head with sufficient ribbon 
to end the ponytails with bows.  I didn’t know how I would 
ever get them out myself.  My bangs were combed to the 
front and Carol wrapped them in a hot curling iron and when 
the iron was removed they lay in one large curl across my 
forehead.

“There we are.  Our little girl Laurie Ann is back,” Carol 
announced.  “Now stand up and turn all around for us Laurie 
Ann.”

I meekly did as instructed as the soft petticoats brushed 
my legs and the diaper covered in the frilly panties kept 
my legs from closing in a normal fashion.  I was humiliated 
and further embarrassed because the strange feel of the 
sissy clothes was not totally unpleasant.  

“Gosh, Carol he really looks like a real little girl.  
Look, you’d never believe he was a boy, would you?  Let go 
give him to Beth to play with then we can get going without 
her or your new little sister tagging along.  This was a 
great idea,” Emily said with excitement born of her triumph 
in turning a boy into a little girl.

“Yeah Laurie Ann, it’s time.  We promised Beth you’d be 
here today to play with her all day so we won’t have to 
baby sit you two.  Now come along sweetie and better be 
quiet unless you want Mom and Dad to see you all prettied 
up again,” Carol again gave instructions.  She thought, he 
does make a better-looking girl than a boy.  I can’t 
believe he’s so gullible though.  If had had cried to Mom 
she probably would have believed him and I’d have been in 
real trouble.  Maybe he really does like playing at being a 
girl. I’m going to have to watch my little brother a little 
closer.  Oh well, at least Beth will be happy weather he is 
or not.

Carol entered the hallway first and, when she determined it 
was clear, nodded to Emily who unceremoniously pulled me 
into the hall and down to Beth’s room.  Beth was sitting at 
her play table with the dolls and as we entered looked up 
with a huge smile and almost shouting said, “Oh you did it.   
You did it.  You got Laurie Ann back to play with me.  Oh 
Carol you’re the best sister!”  She got up from the table 
and ran straight to me throwing her arms around me and 
hugging me as tightly as her little arms could manage.  
Beth wore her own pink sundress less the frilly petticoats.  

“Oh Laurie Ann!  Carol said you would come and play with me 
and even be my real live baby!  Oh we’re going to have so 
much fun.  I’m going to be the Mommy and you can be my baby 
girl.”

I spit the binky out and it hung around my neck as Carol 
had secured the ribbon around my neck.  “I..  I’m not 
Laurie Ann!  I’m Bobby your brother.  I.. I  wouldn’t be 
here if..”, my sentence ended as I was poked sharply in the 
ribs by Carol.

“What Laurie Ann means is that this has to be a secret for 
just the two of you if you want Laurie Ann to ever come 
again and play with you.  And Laurie Ann just couldn’t wait 
to surprise you and get all dressed up like a baby girl for 
you, could you Laurie Annnnnnnn?” Carol so sweetly told 
Beth as Emily held her hand over her mouth to suppress the 
giggles.

“Yeah, whatever,” I retorted in not so sweet a voice.

“Put your binky back in Laurie Ann so you sound like a 
baby,” Emily said as she shoved the binky back in my mouth.  

Carol turned and called Emily to follow as she issued final 
instructions to me, “Now be a good little baby for Beth and 
make sure she has fun so she doesn’t have to have Mom 
looking for me.  Oh and Beth we just change her diaper so 
you shouldn’t have to worry about that till we get back.  
And here’s her diaper bag with the toys Emily brought for 
you to play with too.  Now you little girls play nice 
together.”  And they left me in care of my little sister.

They had no sooner left than Beth opened the bag and dumped 
the contents on the floor.  There was, baby powder, 
diapers, a teething ring and a baby bottle filled with what 
appeared to be milk and yet another with apple juice.  “Oh 
Laurie Ann look they even brought you bottles to drink,” 
she exclaimed as she picked up the milk bottle and climbed 
up on her bed sitting with her legs spread out and her back 
up against the head board.  “Come on Laurie Ann crawl up 
here on Mommy’s bed on her lap so she can feed you before 
your nappy time.” 

I reluctantly got up on the bed and lay across her lap with 
no intention of ever drinking what ever was in the bottle.  
I said, “Come on Beth I don’t want to drink that stuff.  
And it’s probably warm.  I hate warm milk it will make me 
sick at my stomach.”

To which she replied, “Laurie Ann, you be a good baby or 
Mommy will have to punish you.   Now you need your baba so 
you can grow big and pretty just like your big sister 
Carol.  You don’t want Mommy to have to spank you now do 
you?  Ahhh come on.  Please Laurie Ann, let me give you the 
bottle.  Carol said you do what ever I wanted.  If your not 
going to play nice then I’ll just go find Carol and Emily 
and play with them.”

I knew I couldn’t let her go crying to Mom and making Carol 
and Emily babysit Beth.  Carol would show Mom my wet 
clothes and I really be in for it.  So I succumbed and said 
in my best baby girl voice, “Laurie Ann hungry Mommy, 
please give me my baba.”

Beth’s face lit up like the morning sun as she slid an arm 
under my shoulders cradling me next to her and fed the 
nipple into my mouth.  I wasn’t planning on sucking but the 
nipple leaked milk into my mouth and I automatically 
swallowed and sucked more.  The warm milk wasn’t as bad as 
I thought it would be.  Beth held me and began singing 
lullaby’s as she rocked me and fed me my bottle.  What! My 
Bottle.  What was I doing?  What ever was I thinking?  Then 
I just let go and totally relaxed comforted in the arms of 
my little sister drinking milk from a baby bottle with my 
dress and petticoats pushed up exposing  little-girl legs 
disappearing into a diapered and pantied bottom.  

I was almost half sleeping when Beth switched hands holding 
the bottle and then reached right up under my, I mean, the 
dress and was pushing her fingers in the leg of the 
panties.

I spit the bottle out in shock and almost shouted, “Beth, 
what are you doing.  Get your hand out of there.”  I was 
attempting to grab her arm and pull it out.  Her fingers 
had already been under the panties and diaper and touching 
my privates.  I was really embarrassed.  I knew letting 
anyone touch your privates was a bad thing.

“Oh Laurie Ann, Mommy is just checking your panties to make 
sure you don’t need your diaper changed before your nap 
time,” Beth responded as if talking to a real baby.

Sensing another presence rather than seeing them I was 
startled when I heard my Mother’s voice and looked up to 
see her somewhat mystified look as she surveyed the scene 
in front of her.  “What’s going on here, ah.. ah.. girls?,” 
she kind of stumbled over.

“Oh Mommy, Laurie Ann came back to play with me today.  She 
even dressed up in her diapers and everything to be my baby 
and let me be the Mommy.  I was just checking her diaper to 
see if she needed changed before her nap,” Beth said 
excitedly as she pulled the dress and petticoats up 
exposing my pantied and diapered bottom.  

I  was beyond embarrassment.  Mom wasn’t to know about 
this, Carol had promised.  What was I to do now?  If I told 
Mom the truth she probably never believe me having caught 
me in the arms of Beth with a bottle stuck in my mouth and 
Beth’s hand up under the dress.  “Mom.. I,  I,  I can 
explain,” I stuttered while trying to sit up and push the 
dress back down over my legs.  My mind raced.  What could I 
explain, I had to tell her it was my idea or suffer the 
consequences of Carol’s story and evidence.  I could hear 
Carol telling her that yeah it wasn’t my idea but since I 
had peed my pants again I agreed to do it.  My goose was 
cooked.

Mom had regained her composure and began, “Well, Beth I 
think if Bob.., Laurie Ann needs her diaper changed you had 
better call me.  I think you might need some help with 
that.  Ah, Laurie Ann where’d you find the pretty sundress 
and panties?  I think it’s really nice of you to play with 
your sister this way but I think you both had better just 
play quietly in Beth’s room until Dad goes to work.  You 
make a very pretty little baby.  Who did your hair so 
pretty with the braids and ribbons?”

I wanted to shout and scream, “I hate this.  I don’t want 
to be a baby or a girl.  Carol and Emily did this to me.  
Please Mommy make them stop.”  But I didn’t scream.  I just 
let my head down and eyes down cast not wanting to look my 
Mother in the eye.  I meekly responded, “Mom, I.. I.. Well, 
Carol and Emily did this to my hair and Emily brought the 
underwear over with her.  Maybe I could just change my 
clothes now and Beth and I could play something else.”

“No, Laurie Ann you promised.  You promised to be Laurie 
Ann all day with me,” Beth whined.

Mom just kind of smiled and said, “No, Laurie Ann I think 
if you promised you should keep that promise.  Anyway it 
looks as if you two are having a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, Mommy after lunch maybe you can find a new dress for 
Laurie Ann and we can both be Mommies and have a tea 
party?” Beth injected.

“I think that would be very nice, Beth.  I’ll see what I 
can find for Laurie Ann.  Now you girls play quiet, OK?”  
Mom soothed. 

As his Mother slipped back out the door closing it quietly 
behind her she had many questions racing through her mind.  
Did her son have a problem that needed professional help?  
Is this just a stage?  Doesn’t he know the teasing and 
torment he could be subject too if his playmates found out 
about him dressing like a girl or wanting to wear diapers?  
Did forcing him into a diaper and dress do this to him?  
She just found it hard to believe that he committed himself 
to being dressed complete with hairstyle and diapers to 
play with his little sister.  Well she thought, I hope his 
Dad doesn’t find out about this right now, anyway.  I’ll 
find him an outfit for this afternoon and when I help him 
dress maybe I can find out a little more about what’s 
happening to her, I mean him.  Shaking her head slowly back 
and forth she wondered, he does look really cute and could 
be Beth’s twin sister when he’s dressed like that and his 
hair done.  I wonder if he’s always going to have those 
features or will puberty finally push him into manhood?  Oh 
well, that’s a few years off yet.  God, I’m getting old.

Back in Beth’s room she was whining again, “Oh Laurie Ann 
it’s alright if you pee in your diaper.  You’re supposed 
too.  You’re a baby remember?  Emily even left clean 
diapers in the bag.  Come on now and finish your baba and 
Mommy will let you take your nappy.”

I started to reply as Beth pulled me back across her lap 
and pushed the nipple back into my mouth.  Of course this 
just made my reply sound all the more like baby talk and 
Beth giggled.  I tried to say, “I.. I  not pee pants.. I’m 
not…” 

“It’s ok baby.  Just drink your milk like a good little 
girl.  Baby’s getting all sleepy, isn’t she?”

The trauma of the day was too much.  I did drift off to 
sleep with the bottle in my mouth and sucking the contents 
into me as any baby might.

When I awoke sometime later I found myself curled up in a 
fetal position with my thumb stuck in my mouth.  A pink 
baby blanket covered me. My shoes and socks had been 
removed and replaced with knitted yellow booties stretched 
over my feet.  I heard them before my eyes could focus on 
them.

“See Mommy, my baby is waking up from her nappy and I 
better check to see if she needs her diaper changed. She 
even pit her binky out as is sucking on her thumb,” Beth 
was whispering.

“Oh your baby girl is just darling there all curled up.  
But you better let me check her diaper.  If she wet it you 
can help me change her.  Come on sleepy head, wake up, it 
lunch time,” Mom said as she bend over the bed and reaching 
up under the cuddly blanket and my dress pulled my panties 
out and stuck her hand inside to feel my dry diaper.  “Oh 
your baby girl is growing up.  I think she’s ready to potty 
train.  She’s still dry after her nap.”

“Mom,” I sleepily wailed starting to realize my current 
predicament, “Don’t do that.  I don’t pee my pants and I’m 
not going too.”  Struggling to get out from under the 
blanket and out of the bed I cajoled, “Please Mom I don’t 
want to play baby anymore.”

“That’s alright sweetie pie.  You and your sister come on 
down for lunch and we’ll talk about it.  Your Dad’s left 
early for work so it will be just us girls.  Now come over 
here and let me undo your diaper so you can use the potty 
like a big girl,” Mom replied.

I stood immobile as Mom reached up under the short sundress 
and petticoats to pull the ruffled panties down my legs.  
She then unpinned the diaper on one side and let it slide 
down my legs.  I stepped out of the panties and diaper 
pushing the dress and petticoats down to try and save some 
modesty.  I headed straight for the bathroom to relieve 
myself as my bladder was about to explode.

Beth was following close behind and as I entered the 
bathroom she was right on my heels.  I had to go so bad I 
didn’t have time to argue even for modesty’s sake.  I 
wondered why she was doing so till I entered the bathroom 
and there in the middle of the floor sat her old potty 
chair.  

“Oh Laurie Ann your such a big girl not peeing your diaper 
you can use the potty chair just like a big girl,” Beth 
exclaimed.

I was in shock.  Where did this come from?  I was holding 
my dress and petticoats up around my waist looking to get 
on the regular toilet as Beth took hold of me and pushed me 
back towards the potty chair.  I could feel the pee leaking 
from my thingy and rather than risk a disaster on the 
bathroom floor sat unceremoniously down squeezing onto the 
potty as I let it all go. 

I was sitting there flushed with embarrassment but nothing 
like the humiliation I was about to feel.  There in the 
doorway stood Carol, Emily and George.  Laughter and 
giggling followed as Carol started, “Oh my you really get 
into being a baby girl.  You look so natural on your little 
potty chair.  Maybe Mommy will let her little girl keep it 
in her room right next to her crib.”

Then Emily started, “Don’t hold your dress and pretty slips 
so high.  You wouldn’t want George to see your privates 
now, would you?”

Tears of humiliation rolled down my cheeks.  “Get out!  Get 
out of here all of you.  I’m going to tell Mom the truth.  
Now get out,” I screamed.

They retreated but my yelling brought Mom to the scene.  
“What’s going on here?  You three get out of here.  There 
are sandwiches and lemonade downstairs.  Go eat your 
lunches.”

“Mom they were teasing Laurie Ann and made her cry,” Beth, 
almost in tears herself, whimpered to Mom.

“Go on downstairs Beth.  I’ll get Laurie Ann straightened 
up and be right down.  Now be a good Mommy and make sure 
you have lunch ready for your little girl.”  Turning to me 
as Beth left she continued, “Well you know if your going to 
wear dresses and wear your hair in ponytails you’re going 
to have to expect to get some teasing.  I didn’t anticipate 
you’d have an audience for your potty- chair experience.  I 
only suggested it to Beth cause I thought maybe you’d like 
to get out of diapers and she’d understand her baby growing 
up.”

“Mom,” I sobbed, “I really didn’t want to be a baby.  Carol 
made me promise to play with Beth.  Then she said I’d have 
to be a baby for her.”

“I understand. It’s all right.  Are you finished now?  Here 
wipe yourself and stand up so we can get you into some 
panties instead of diapers.  Here’s a pretty pair of yellow 
ones to match your dress and they even have cute little 
bows on them, see?”

“Mom, please can’t I just wear my own underwear?”

“Oh don’t be silly.  With such a pretty dress and all you 
don’t want your old boy underwear under it, now do you?”

I stood and stepped into the little satiny yellow panties 
with the flowers and bows on them as Mom slide then up my 
legs and around my bum.  I really couldn’t deny in my own 
mind that girl’s underwear did feel nice, nicer than boys 
underwear ever felt on.  But I hated the idea I had to be 
dressed like a girl.  Why wouldn’t Mom listen to me.

Mom continued as she took my hand and led me towards the 
stairs, “Oh Bobby, I mean Laurie Ann, I so happy your 
playing with your little sister today.  She’s usually under 
foot all the time and I can’t seem to get anything done 
around the house.  And you look so pretty all dressed up.  
Why no one who didn’t know you would ever think you were 
anything but a pretty little girl.  Do you like pretending 
to be a girl?”  She stopped at the top of the stairs and 
knelt down to look me right in the eyes. “Did you ever 
really wish you were a real girl, Bobby?”

“Mom, I’m not a girl.  I.. I..,” thinking how I was going 
to impress on her I hated being a girl and being teased and 
all with out digging myself into real trouble from Carol, 
“was just doing it to play with Beth cause I promised 
Carol.  I’m a boy remember.”

“Yes, I know you’re a boy and sometimes boys like to 
pretend to be girls and dress up like girls.  And sometimes 
it’s ok for boys to do that.  But those little boys have to 
be real good pretending to be girls or some people will 
tease them real bad if they know or find out they are 
really boys wearing girls things.  Do you understand what 
I’m telling you?”

“I.. I  guess so.  You mean I have to fool people if I have 
to wear a dress?”

“Well Bobby yes that’s kind of what I was saying.  But even 
if you just want to wear a dress like today you have to be 
able to fool people.  Now come on Laurie Ann and we’ll get 
some lunch and then I have a big surprise for you and Beth 
this afternoon.”

“A surprise?  What is it?  What’s the surprise?” I ask 
excitedly.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

I was starting down the stairs ahead of Mom and as I looked 
down there was George leaning on the rail at the foot of 
the stairs looking up with a big grin on his face.  It only 
took a second to recognize where his eyes were focused.  He 
was looking up my dress!
I pushed the front down and held it against my legs in an 
attempt to block his view of my pantied bottom.

George spoke, “Well aren’t you just the prettiest little 
thing and out of diapers and into big girl panties.”

“George!  That’s enough out of you,” Mom retorted.

“Oh, Mrs. Brown, I wasn’t teasing.  He really does look 
pretty.  He could really be a girl, I think.  He could hang 
around with us as a girl as long as he’s not wearing 
diapers.”

“OK George, we get it.  Now I think it’s time you went 
home,” Mom replied as I just red faced preceded to the 
kitchen for lunch.

Lunch was only notable in the fact Carol, Emily and George 
were already gone and my little sister insisted on 
continuing to treat me like her little girl and wait on me 
hand and foot.  That wasn’t all bad I could almost get in 
the mood of this play-acting in dresses and frills.  At one 
point I even spit food back out telling her Baby was full.  
This only resulted in me getting a face washing from her 
and a little pink and white bib tied around my neck.

When lunch was over I still hadn’t forgotten the promise of 
a surprise.  “OK Mom, what’s the surprise you promised?”

“OK girls, you’ll both find out real soon.  Right after you 
both get cleaned up and dressed properly,” Mom responded.

“Girls”, “Dressed Properly” what did that mean I wondered?  
I guessed I’d finally be let out of these dresses and girls 
stuff and dressed like a proper boy should dress.

We followed Mom up the stairs to the bathroom where she 
stripped us both of our dresses socks, shoes, slips and 
underwear.  A fragrant bath was awaiting with tons of 
bubbles at least a foot deep.  Our ponytails were wrapped 
up on our heads and pinned to keep our hair dry.  We played 
with the plastic glasses and made bubbles with our hands 
curled and I was a bit disappointed when it all came to an 
end as we were scrubbed and drawn out of the tub to be 
wrapped in soft fluffy pink towels.  I hadn’t realized it 
but lost in the sprit of play in the tub I had been acting 
as much a little girl as Beth, giggling and playing.  This 
did not go unnoticed by Mom.

We wet directly to Beth’s room where Mom had already laid 
out two piles of girls clothes.  “Mom, Do I have to wear 
girls clothes?  Please I just want to wear my boy clothes.  
I don’t want to be a girl anymore,” I cried.

“Oh Laurie.. I mean Bobby.  You don’t have to wear girls 
clothes if you don’t want too.  But don’t be embarrassed if 
you do.  It’s just that your spoiling the big surprise I 
had in store for you two.  But you don’t have to wear 
anything you don’t want to wear,”  Mon said with what 
seemed great disappointment in her voice.

Beth chimed in, “Oh Laurie Ann please be my sister some 
more, please.  I had so much fun this morning with you and 
you don’t have to be my little baby girl anymore.  We’ll 
just be sister’s, OK?  And tomorrow if you want I’ll be 
your baby and you can be the Mommy.”

So there it was.  If I wouldn’t let Mom dress me like a 
girl, then no surprise for Beth or me.  It wasn’t fair.  
I’m a boy.  I shouldn’t have to dress like a girl and 
pretend to be one.  Emily and George would tease me and 
probably tell everyone I wore dresses and diapers.  And 
what did Mom say?  Oh yes, “if anyone found out I was 
really a boy in dresses that they would tease me bad.”

“Mom, please I don’t really want too.  Can’t we just have 
our surprise?” I pleaded.

Mrs. Brown looked at her forlorn son and thought; I wonder 
what’s up with him.  First I find him in dresses and 
diapers taking a bottle and sucking his thumb and now he 
doesn’t seem to want to even wear a dress.  Georges teasing 
must have gotten to him.  I like to crown that kid.  Well I 
think he just wants some encouragement so he can justify in 
his mind wearing dresses and pretending to be a girl.  Well 
here goes nothing, I’ll see how badly he reacts to some 
forcefulness.  If he really balks then I’ll have a son 
back.  If he goes ahead maybe I’ll be stuck with three 
daughters.

“Laurie Ann!  That’s about enough whining.  You played in a 
dress all morning of your own desire.  I told you if you 
were going to wear girl’s clothes then you had better 
practice being and acting like a girl or you’d suffer the 
consequences.  Now if you want to spoil the surprise for 
you and your sister then go get in your own clothes.  
Otherwise stop whining and start getting dressed.  You can 
surely put on your own panties and camisole.” Mom said in 
no uncertain terms even shocking Beth into silence with her 
raised voice.

I was in shock.  Mom rarely yelled at us.  With head hung 
down I walked over to the pile of clothes she had pointed 
out to me and picked the white lacy nylon panties off the 
top.  With my back turned to her I stepped into the panties 
and pulled them up my hairless legs and up around my waist.  
They squeezed my thingies down there and I reach a hand 
down inside the panties and pushed them all back between my 
legs so they weren’t squeezed so much.  I then slipped the 
little white nylon lace camisole with little string straps 
over my head and down over my tummy.  I turned to look for 
Beth.

Mom was helping her into they same style panties and 
camisole I had just put on.  They were white lacy nylon 
too.  She was jabbering to Mom trying to find out the 
promised surprise.  I looked at the clothes on the bed more 
closely and recognized them.  They were the sailor style 
dresses she bought for Carol and Beth last spring.  I only 
ever saw them in them once.  Carol’s, that I was going to 
be wearing, was white with blue piping around the bib style 
collar, the short puffed sleeves, and the hem of the full 
skirt and the front that had the big bow tied at the neck 
line.  Beth’s was the mirror image but hers was blue where 
Carol’s was white and white where Carol’s was blue.  Mom 
slipped a very full skirted slip over Beth and then had her 
step into her dress as she buttoned it up the back.  She 
reached up under her dress and pulled the slip down and 
then told Beth, “Go ahead and put your shoes and socks on 
while I help Laurie Ann finish.”

I was almost in tears as Mom came over and held the slip 
for me.  “Lift your arms up sweety.  These slips are so 
pretty it’s almost a shame to hide them with a dress.  I’m 
glad you decided to be Laurie Ann awhile longer.  It means 
a lot to your sister and it’s ok if you like pretending to 
be a girl.”

I was soon in my slip and dress sitting on the edge of the 
bed as Mom slipped the white ankle socks on me with the 
turned down blue lace trim to match the dress.  Beth’s were 
blue with white lace tops.  Beth was slipping on navy blue 
shiny patent leather Mary-Jane style shoes and buckling the 
strap as Mom was slipping white patent leather shoes of the 
same style on me.  They felt a little big but I didn’t say 
anything to Mom.  As Mom knelt before me she whispered, 
“Laurie Ann you need to remember to keep your knees 
together wearing dresses.  You’ll be showing everyone your 
pretty panties if you don’t.”

I actually turned red as I slapped my knees together 
pinching folds of the lacy slip between my legs.  Oh, I 
thought those feel really weird on my legs, kind of like 
the panties feel when I put them on.   I’m sure I turned 
even redder at that thought but I didn’t know why.

Once we were both outfitted Mom took the ponytails out and 
brushed our hair out.  The hot iron was used to curl bangs 
over our foreheads and matching ribbons separated our hair 
from behind our ears and wrapped up over our heads to form 
a bow on the top. I was as yet forlorn at my predicament 
and my frown should have told anyone looking I was under 
duress.  I should have just forgot the surprise and gone 
and been a boy.  Beth on the other hand was all smiles and 
giggles.  We both stood as told in front of Mom and the big 
mirror for inspection.

“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, “You two are just 
adorable.  Laurie Ann if your hair was longer, like your 
sister’s, you’d be identical twins.”

My sister’s hair had never been cut, only trimmed on 
occasion.  It reached clear down her back to her bum while 
mine was only at shoulder length.  This hair difference was 
going to play a part in my discovery later.

Mom then handed us little purses to match our outfits.  I 
had to admit seeing myself and Beth together in the 
mirrored reflection there wasn’t any boy there.  The 
sensation of the dress and slip hanging at mid thigh and 
brushing my legs with every movement was a nice sensation 
that would always remain my secret.  Beth did a quick spin 
around and her dress and slips rode higher up her thighs.  
I had to smile at her impish act and then mimicked her 
twirl myself smiling as I did so.  Oh the breeze under the 
dress and the swish of the soft nylon of the slip were 
really nice.

“Oh that’s better Laurie Ann.  Your so pretty when you 
smile like that you could light up the world,” Mom praised 
and continued.  “Now let’s go get that big surprise I 
promised my pretty little girls.”

We were going out!  I followed Mom to the door behind Beth 
leading our fashion parade.  I grabbed Mom’s hand to stop 
her and pleaded my case, “Mom, you didn’t say we were going 
anywhere.  People will see me.  You even said they’d tease 
me.  I don’t want to go out dressed like this.”

Mom stopped and bent down to look me in the eyes, “Honey I 
said you couldn’t act like a boy or look like a boy in a 
dress or people would tease you.  You can’t possibly 
believe anybody who sees you would ever believe you weren’t 
a pretty little girl, now would you?  Come on now I’m sure 
your going to like the surprise.”  She stood taking my hand 
and leading me out towards the car.  Beth and I were 
buckled into the back seat and we were off to an unknown 
destination.  

As Mom started out Beth turned to me and said, “Oh Laurie 
Ann I’m so glad you’re my sister today.  When Carol and I 
wore these dresses she complained so much to Mom about 
looking like a little girl that we never got to wear them 
again together.  I really like my dress and really like 
that we look so much alike, even more than Carol and me 
did.  Are you excited?  I really am.  I could almost pee my 
panties.  OH, Oh I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean that.  I mean 
please don’t get to excited and do anything in your 
panties, Mom might get mad and make you wear a diaper 
again.”

“Beth be quiet.  I’m not going to pee my panties.  I mean 
my pants.  I’m not real excited about being out where 
everyone can see me.  I wouldn’t have let Mom dress me like 
this if it weren’t for the surprise.  Can’t you even 
remember I’m your brother not your sister and I don’t like 
wearing dresses,” I retorted.

“Well some girls don’t like wearing dresses either, but I 
do.  Maybe Mommy will buy you some girl’s pants and tops if 
you don’t want to wear dresses.  I think you look so pretty 
in dresses though.”

“Beth, I don’t want to look pretty.  I want to look like a 
boy.”

At that Beth closed up and her smile was replaced by a 
frown as she folded her arms in front of her in a pouted 
manner.  Mom swung into the parking area by the newly 
renovated downtown area of shops.  The mid afternoon sun 
was bright and a slight breeze blew.  Several blocks of 
little shops and eateries were contained in cobble stone 
streets blocked off to traffic.  There was a substantial 
crowd already milling through the area and shops as we 
arrived.  I couldn’t believe this was the surprise.  All 
these people would be watching me.  They’d know.  They’d 
know I was really a boy, I was sure of it.  Frozen in fear 
I was almost trembling as Mom opened the doors and 
unbuckled us from our seats.

“Mom,” I whined, “ I can’t go here.  People will see me.  
They’ll know.  Please Mom, don’t make me.”  

“Stop it right now!” Mom ordered in that raised voice, “No 
one is going to know unless you tell them.  Now quit being 
such a baby and get out.  We’re going to have a wonderful 
time here today if you don’t spoil it for everyone.”

I was reluctantly dragged from the seat and with Beth on 
one of Mom’s hands and me on the other we preceded into the 
courtyard.  The warm summer breezes played with the hem of 
my dress and slip.  It blew my hair across the back of my 
neck and tickled almost as much as the slip did on my legs.  
Several people passed and not one of them said “Oh look 
there’s a boy in a dress.”  In fact they usually smiled at 
Mom and then turned their smiles downward on us.  On lady 
said to Mom as we passed, “Oh my you’ve got such gorgeous 
daughters and I simply love their outfits.”  Mom simply 
thanked the lady and smiled as we continued our march.

Halfway down the block we were directed into one of the 
shops.  It’s name said “The Princess Shop”.    Once in the 
door we were accosted by a older woman about my Grandma’s 
age.  “Oh Mrs. Brown, so good to see you again.  Oh My 
these two are absolutely beautiful in those outfits.  I 
remember when you  bought them this spring.
Oh are they identical twins or fraternal twins?”

I was cowering behind Mom’s skirt trying to hide.  Mom 
replied to the Lady, “Oh thank you Bea.  I’m glad you think 
they do your clothes justice.  No, there not even twins.  
Actually Laurie Ann is eleven months older than Beth.”

“Well Laurie Ann and Beth you could have fooled me.  Your 
both so pretty,” Bea smiled down at us, and continued, 
“What can we do for such pretty princesses today?”

Mom spoke up shocking me, “Well the girls have been so good 
so far this summer I thought I’d get them both a new summer 
outfit for church and such.”

“Oh your right on time as we just got a new shipment of 
some of the prettiest summer dresses we’ve ever handled 
here.  Follow me, please.  And we have all kinds of 
accessories for them too.”

Bea led the charge as Beth followed on the ladies heels.  I 
hang back pulling on Mom’s hand to get her attention.  
“Mom,” I said in a whisper, “Is this the surprise?  I don’t 
want no dresses.”

”Oh this is just part of the surprise.  Be patient little 
girl.  And further more you can’t just keep borrowing 
Carol’s old clothes to dress in.  You’re going to have to 
have some of your own.  Now I know you have to protest but 
we both know deep down you like it, now don’t you?”

I considered an open argument with Mom right there in front 
of everyone.  I didn’t want to wear dresses. I was a boy.  
In my mind I could see the confrontation me telling Mom I 
was a boy and didn’t want to wear panties and girls stuff.  
Other people would hear that and point and laugh at me.  
And then Mom would get mad and call me a big sissy and 
probably pull my dress up and spank me in front of 
everyone.  It wasn’t hard to decide to wait to fight 
another day.

Mom ushered me into a dressing room in the middle of the 
store.  I thought that was ok since at least I wasn’t out 
in the store area for everyone to see.  Then she told Beth 
to help me get out of my dress and slip while she and the 
clerk found something suitable for me to wear.

Beth started unbuttoning my dress, I mean the dress, and 
then started again, “ Oh Laurie Ann, I hope Mommy buys us 
dresses to match.  I’m going to ask her for a new dress 
too.”

“Beth, what ever she buys for me in here is going to be 
yours.  I don’t like wearing dresses and pretending to be a 
yucky girl.  So you pick the dress you like cause it’s 
going to be yours when we leave here.”

I was standing in just the underwear and camisole when Mom 
pushed back into the small room with her arms loaded with 
dresses.  “Oh Laurie Ann these new summer dresses are 
unbelievable.  I’d buy the whole lot for you if I could 
afford it.  Now I’ll leave Beth to help you dress and when 
you have the dress on come out here so I can see it on you 
and you can see for yourself how it looks on you in the big 
mirror.”

Beth interrupted, “Mommy can I please have a new dress too.  
Please Mommy.  These are really nice.”

Mom responded, “Yes, I think you should have one also.  
Let’s get Laurie Ann fitted first and then you can try some 
on.”

“Mom,” I pleaded, “I don’t want a dress.  Just buy some for 
Beth, pleaseee.”

“Don’t be silly.  You really need some of your own clothes 
now get busy while I look around out here,” she responded.

I was in more dresses than I ever believed possible.  
Frilly sundresses, summery frocks with short hemlines and 
longer ones.  Pink ones, blue ones, yellow ones, white ones 
all combinations of materials from cotton to satiny ones 
were thrust on my body.  Each new outfit I was pushed out 
into the main store to the ew’s and ah’s of Mom and the 
shop keeper.  I was sent back in several times to either 
put this or that slip on under the dress.  Finally mom had 
narrowed her selection to four dresses and now I was to 
pick which of the four I would like best.  They were all 
frilly.  However, by this time I was kinda of numb and was 
resigned to pretending to be a girl.  So I looked at the 
selections trying to remember each as I had worn them.  
“This one I guess.”

I held out the white lace sundress with the lace straps and 
pink bows on them.  The top was kind of like stretchy tight 
around my chest and with eyelet lace rows around it and a 
pink ribbon intertwined in the lace.  The waist had a sown 
in pink ribbon kind of belt that the ends tied around in 
back in a big bow.  In fact the bow was already tied all 
you had to do was hook it around you rather than tying it. 
The skirt was very full and again had matching lace and 
ribbons that ended in scalloped lace hem just above my 
knees.  I guess if you had to wear a dress this one felt 
better on than some of the others.  It did require a petty 
slip underneath it but at least it didn’t require 
petticoats.  I remembered wearing it in front of the 
mirror.  I really looked girly and even felt girly.  Oh 
Shit what was I thinking.  I’d never wear this dress.

“Oh honey I was hoping you’d pick that one.  It looked so 
beautiful on you and I’ve already got the accessories for 
with it picked out.  Here kick your shoes off and try these 
sandals on with it,” Mom excitedly said as she handed me a 
pair of white strap sandals with a pink bow on the toe 
where the straps crossed.  I slide them on without 
complaint and knew if I were a girl that this would be an 
awesome outfit, but I wasn’t  no darn girl!

About that time Beth came flying out of the dressing room 
in the same dress but it was white with yellow trim.  “Look 
Mommy!  Don’t you just love it.  It’s just like Laurie 
Ann’s except the color.  Can I have it, please Mommy?” Beth 
cajoled.

“Of course you can dear.  I did promise and you look as 
lovely in your dress as Laurie does in hers.  I can’t wait 
to see you two all dolled up in your dresses together.” Mom 
replied.

Beth was ecstatic and threw her arms around me and hugged 
me right there.  I had had enough.  I ask Mom, “Can I 
please wait outside for you?”

I felt really trapped in the store and figured I could find 
a place of solitude outside to wait for Mom.

“Oh Sure Dear.  Just help your sister get dressed and take 
her with you while I pay for these things.”

“But  Mom,  I really don’t need a dress.  Why don’t you 
just get one for Beth?”

“Nonsense!  Now just go help your sister and wait for me 
outside.”

I helped Beth back into her sailor dress and we exited the 
store in out sailor uniforms.  I headed straight for an 
isolated bench back in an alcove between stores as Beth 
followed.  They wind blew and I was busy holding my skirt 
down for fear of having my panties exposed.  Beth thought 
it funny and was giggling about it.  I had to admit in my 
mind it was rather funny struggling to hold down the hem in 
so many different areas.  I giggled too.  I sat on the 
bench remembering to fold my skirt under me and keeping my 
knees tightly together.  Sitting pulled the skirt of the 
dress even higher up on my thighs than just standing or 
walking in it.  The lacy white slip was exposed.  Beth sat 
down beside me mimicking my prior actions.

It was then that I looked up across the mall area to see 
George and some other boys looking directly at us.  George 
was pointing and smirking.  The boys with him were just 
looking kind of dumb and then they all were laughing and 
pointing and talking among themselves.  Beth or I could not 
hear the conversation but I could imagine what he was 
telling them.  I felt the fiery glow begin at the top of my 
head and spread down over my body clear to the extremities 
of my fingers and toes.  They promised they would ever tell 
anyone but I was sure George was telling them now.

George and three of his buddies from school had been biking 
around town most of the day.  It was when they stopped in 
the downtown mall area for pop when George happened to look 
across the mall area to see Beth and yes, yes it had to be, 
Bobby in a dress coming out of the Princess shop.  He was a 
keen observer as he watched Bobby struggle with his dress 
against the wind.  Well he saw enough to see he wasn’t 
wearing diapers but he was sure wearing everything else 
girly.  Jeeze, he wondered, why would a boy want to look 
like a girl?  And man he couldn’t believe it from the first 
time he saw him in a dress how much he looked like a girl.  
He was even better looking than his sister Carol.  Well I 
promised Carol and Mrs. Brown I wouldn’t tell anybody but I 
really wouldn’t be telling anyone if they saw him in a 
dress themselves, now would I?  With that justification he 
poked Jesse in the ribs and pointed towards Bobby and Beth 
now seated on the bench.

‘Hey see those girls over there?” He ask his friends

“Ouch, yeah, I see them so what?,” replied Jesse.

“Well what if I told you one of them wasn’t even a girl.”

“Yeah, like sure.  What are you trying now?  What kind of 
stupid do you think we are?
You want us to go over and ask which one is the girl and 
have them screaming and their Mother all over us?” Jesse 
responded to the supported, “Yeah’s” of the others.

“No, No guys I really mean it.  One of them is really a 
boy, the girl’s brother.  You know his other sister, Carol 
Brown.”

“You’re shitting me.  That’s a boy?  Man what a fairy boat. 
Come on let’s go have some fun with the fairy,” Jesse 
laughing said.

“Shit no man.  Just look for right now.  If we go over 
there now I’ll be in deep shit.  I promised his Mom and 
Carol I wouldn’t tell and I didn’t.  You guys seen him 
yourself, right?   So I didn’t tell you anything.  You’ll 
see him again and then you can have your fun.”

“Well OK, this time.  How old is he?  Does he dress like a 
girl for school too?”

“Oh, he’s like 5 or 6.  He’s just starting the first grade 
this fall.  Probably St. Catherine's, that’s where his 
sister goes.”

“Well this could be a fun year at school.  Come on let’s go 
shoot some hoops.”  And they were off.

Bobby watched in stark terror as it appeared they were all 
coming towards them but then they turned and headed out of 
the mall.  He knew George saw him and told them about him.  
He wondered why they hadn’t come over to him and tormented 
him.  He was sick in the stomach just thinking about what 
had transpired.  The red embarrassment had faded to the 
white clamminess of pure fear.  It was then that his Mother 
turn-up.  She looked to her two girls sitting so prettily 
on the bench and then saw the white pallor of her son’s 
face.

“Oh there you two are.  What’s the matter Bob.. Laurie Ann?  
Are you sick?” Mom inquired as she freed a hand from her 
package-laden arms to place it across his forehead.  “Your 
skin is clammy.  Your sick aren’t you.  Poor baby, let’s 
get you home.  Can you girls help me with these packages?  
Is your stomach upset, dear?”

Taking some of the packages from her I tried to reply still 
feeling as if I had a ball of cotton stuffed down my 
throat, “I.. I.. I mean George was here,  He saw me and he 
was with some other guys.  He was pointing at me, I know he 
told them.”  Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes.

“George wouldn’t do that, honey.  He promised and I’ve 
never known George to lie.  Besides he didn’t come over 
here and bother you or your sister, did he?”

When we got home Mom sorted the packages and sent both Beth 
and I to our rooms laden with packages.  This had to be 
more than a dress and shoes, I thought.  I piled the 
packages on my bed and wondered what surprises were held in 
the bags.  I wasn’t going to look and have Mom think I had 
the slightest interest in what she had bought.  I would see 
Beth got all the girly things contained herein just as soon 
as possible.  The next step was to get out of this 
ridiculous outfit.  I had to call Beth to help me unbutton 
the dress just as she had to do in the fitting room.

“Oh Laurie Ann are you going to be a boy again?  I thought 
you’d be my sister the rest of the day,” Beth whined as she 
helped me out of the dress.

“I am a boy.  And I don’t want to be a girl anymore.  You 
can have all this stuff Mom bought today,” I almost yelled 
at her.

“I’m sorry,” she whined.

I was back in my jeans and a T-shirt when Mom came back 
into my room.  She looked from me to the clothes I had 
stripped out of and the packages still on the bed.  
Disappointment shown in her eyes as she addressed me, 
“Bobbi, You took your pretty outfit off.  I thought for 
sure you’d be trying on your new clothes.”

“Mom,” I whined, “I’m not a girl.  I didn’t want any 
dresses.  I’m going to give all that stuff to Beth.  Please 
Mom?”

Then a note of anger appeared in Mom’s voice, “You 
ungrateful little snot.  I take you shopping and buy you 
clothes of your very own and then you act like this.  
You’re the one all dressed up like a girl this morning.  I 
didn’t hear you complaining then.  You let me take you to 
the mall and buy you clothes and now you tell me your going 
to give them away?  I don’t think so missy.  No, these will 
just go in your closet and drawers for the next time you 
want to pretend to be my daughter so you can leave your 
sister’s stuff alone.”

I was shocked at Mom’s outburst.  I had made her feel bad.  
She was more hurt than mad, I thought.  “Ah.. ah I.. I’m 
sorry Mom.  But.. I  I am a boy remember.”

“Well little boy pick up those clothes you threw all over.  
Hang your dress and slip on a hanger and put them in your 
closet.  Then put your underwear in the hamper with your 
socks and put the shoes in your closet.  I’ll make room for 
the rest of your things in your drawers while you do that.”

I did as told and then watched in abject horror as Mom took 
the rest of the items she purchased for me out of the bags 
and began handing them to me to put in the drawer she had 
rearranged.  Girl’s panties, pink, blue and white ones 
along with matching little undershirts with hardly any 
straps were neatly folded and placed in the drawers.  This 
was followed by girly socks, lace top ones and even long 
ones like my sisters wore with there school uniforms.  She 
even took out a shoebox and handed to me that contained a 
black shiny pair of girl’s shoes with a little strap and 
gold buckle.  I was afraid to say anything about the things 
as she handed them to me and told me where they were to be 
put.  As much as I wanted to scream and throw them out I 
didn’t want to hurt Mom’s feeling anymore either.  She said 
she wouldn’t make me dress like a girl so I just would 
never ever wear those things.

“There now, everything in it’s place.  You can now wear 
your own clothes when you want to pretend again,” Mom said 
as we finished.

“Yeah, thanks I guess,” I muttered in reply.

The rest of the evening went pretty quiet.  It was after I 
was in bed almost asleep when I heard raised voices.  It 
was Mom and Dad.  I listened as closely as possible without 
leaving the confines of my bed.  I heard Dad first, “What 
the hell do you mean you bought a dress for our son?  
What’s wrong with you?  Are you forgetting that he’s our 
son, a boy?”

Mom in reply, “Settle down and keep your voice down.  
You’ll have the whole house awake.  He’s the one who showed 
up this morning in a dress complete with his sister’s 
underwear and his hair done with ponytails and ribbons.  We 
talked about this before.  He may have a problem and it’s 
something we are going to have to help him through and 
support him in.  What are you going to do?  Disown him and 
throw him in the street at six years old?”

“No, you know what I mean.  He’s a boy and I don’t think 
treating him like a girl or helping him in this fantasy is 
going to help him any.  Do you have any idea what’s going 
to happen to him in school if the other kids find out he 
dresses in girls clothes?”

“That’s not going to happen unless he lets them know.  If 
he goes that far with this then we really need to get him 
professional help.”

“Sounds to me like he’s already getting professional help 
in turning into a pansy.”

The voices quieted and if there was a resolution I didn’t 
hear it.  I lay awake for a long time that night wondering 
just what Mom was thinking.  I mean it was like OK once to 
pretend to be a girl but I didn’t want to be a girl.  Dad 
was right I was a boy.  Sure girls clothes were soft and 
pretty but they were for girls not us boys.

Time raced by that summer.  Everyday I opened my drawers or 
closet I was reminded of being a pretend girl.  I was just 
as determined never to pretend again and never put on any 
of those things.  Beth of course was always pestering me to 
be her sister and although I did play dolls and house with 
her out of shear boredom I refused to pretend to be her 
sister or wear girls clothes.  Every now and then Mom would 
relent that she couldn’t understand how after she bought 
all those nice clothes for me that I wouldn’t wear them.

School was only a week away.   New school uniforms were 
bought for Carol and Beth and I got my first real school 
uniform for the first grade.  Gray dress pants, white shirt 
with the plaid school colored tie.  A dark blue blazer with 
the school emblem on the pocket completed the uniform..  
The girl’s uniforms were white knee socks, gray pleated 
skirts, white blouses, the plaid ties, and a dark blue 
blazer like the boys but the fronts were cut with round 
lapels.  They also had plaid hair ribbons and head bands to 
fix there hair.  Their shoes were like the ones that sat in 
my closet.  The shiny black ones with the little strap and 
buckle.  Beth’s kindergarten uniform was similar to Beth’s 
but instead of a skirt and blouse she had a jumper and 
blouse.

I was taken along with my sister’s to the hair place in the 
mall to get our hair cut and trimmed for school.  
Regulations for boys said the hair was to up off the 
collars.  Girls of course could wear theirs any length.  So 
instead of the usual crew cut Mom told the lady to only cut 
my hair regulation length, up off my collar.  I wished I 
had worn a higher necked shirt.  The girls got a trim and I 
had what appeared to me to be a page boy style with bangs.  

As I looked in the mirror at the shop I ask Mom, “Mom 
please can I have some more cut off it?  Can’t I have a 
crew cut again?”

“Oh Bobby, quit complaining.  Your hair looks really nice 
that way.  Anyway they don’t do crew cuts in this shop,” 
was Mom’s curt reply.

So we were already for the first big day at school.  
Scrubbed within an inch of our lives, hair perfectly 
groomed, shoes shined we were sent out the door to school.  
I was a first grader a real move up from those half day 
kids in kindergarten.  Sure I had reservations about the 
big change but then I knew Carol would know all the ropes 
and had been instructed by Mom to make sure we got to the 
right classrooms and everything.

We dropped Beth in her room first then Carol took me to my 
homeroom. She said, Oh you got Sister Sara.  Don’t smart 
off to her she can really be mean.  When she comes in be 
sure to stand up by your desk with your arms at your sides 
and don’t even think about laughing.”

So it was with great trepidation I eased into the room and 
found an empty desk.  There was a lot of chit chat going on 
but I really didn’t know hardly anyone so I was being quiet 
and to my self.  All of a sudden a bell rang shrilly as I 
almost jumped out of my skin.  I jumped to my feet beside 
the desk just as Sister Sara engulfed the room with her 
enormous presence.  “Alright children, I will have silence.  
You will all stand at your desk as you will every morning 
upon my arrival.  Each morning we will begin our day 
together with an inspection.”

With a ruler in her hand she started moving up and down the 
aisles stopping at each student.  Everyone had to hold out 
there hands as she inspected them as she ask everyone’s 
name.  “Melissa, is it?  Well Melissa school regulations 
require your skirt length to be no more than one inch above 
your kneecap.”  She held the ruler to the skirt hem of the 
frightened girl and said, “Pleas inform your Mother that 
the hem is to be lowered one inch before you return to 
class tomorrow.”

“Mr. Beatty, we do not tolerate scuffed and dirty shoes.  
If you can’t appear here tomorrow in clean and polished 
shoes you may well find yourself attending classes in your 
bare feet.”

Then she stood there in front of me as I trembled in y 
newly shined shoes.  I held my hand out and turned them 
over for her inspection.  She look at them and even took my 
hand and turned it back over inspecting my nails closely.  
The then turned her attention to my hair.  She pulled my 
hair in the back straight as the natural curl had turned it 
under in the pageboy style.  “Mr. Brown is it or is it Miss 
Brown?  Regulation uniforms for girls are skirts not 
trousers.”  There were a series of giggles from the 
classroom quickly cut short by Sister Sara’s look around 
the classroom.  “Mr. or Miss Brown, a boys hair is to be 
off the collar not curled up in under.  We may tolerate 
long fingernails well groomed on the girls but we expect 
our young men to have well groomed short nails.  I would 
suggest you remedy this problem before tomorrow’s class or 
wear the appropriate uniform one of which will be provided 
if you fail to make the necessary changes.”

I was totally humiliated in front of the entire class.  My 
face burned crimson and if there had been an ounce more 
liquid in my bladder I would have been soaking the floor.  
Tears were forming in the corner of my eyes as Sister Sara 
had set the stage for our relationship over the oncoming 
school year.  She saw the tears forming and rather than 
backing off her humiliation of me continued as she went on 
to the next student, “Well it must be Miss Brown the cry 
baby.”  This time she made no attempt to stifle the 
laughter from my class mates.

The rest of the day was a blur for me.  I never really 
recovered from the humiliation visited upon me those first 
few minutes in Sister Sara’s classroom. At lunch in the 
cafeteria we were marched in and through the lines and sat 
at tables with our class.  There was to be no talking 
during this time.  That didn’t stop a few clever remarks 
from some of the boys in the class sitting nearest me.  
“Hey are you really a girl?  Are you going to wear a skirt 
tomorrow?  I’ll bet my sister would lend you a head band 
for your hair.”  I accepted it all in silence for fear of 
bringing more of Sister Sara’s wrath down on me and hoping 
by not responding they would forget it and leave me alone.

As we left school Carol and I met up outside of school.  
Beth had finished her half day and was already home having 
been picked up by Mom.  As we started home Carol began, 
“Hey I heard some boy in your class really got it from 
Sister Sara today.  Who was it?”

I mumbled under my breath, “She really got on me.”

“You!  You’re the one she threatened to make wear a girl’s 
uniform?  No kidding?  What did you do to make her so mad?”

“I didn’t do anything.”  Tears started. “She said my hair 
was to long like a girls and my fingernails were like a 
girls.”

“Oh wow!  So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to cut my fingernails down as short as I can and 
if I have to I’ll cut all my hair off.”

“Well you better tell Mom.  Sister Sara probably would make 
you wear a skirt if I know her.  I don’t think she likes 
boys very well.  I know when I had her she was always 
picking on the boys for something or other, but then most 
of them deserved what they got.  Oh quit crying like a 
little girl.  Mom will take care of it.”

I sniffed a little and sucked it up at least till I got 
home.  Then when I saw Mom and she ask how school went 
today I lost it all.  I sobbed and told her how Sister Sara 
had humiliated me and how my hair and nails were too long 
and how I had to get all my hair cut off before tomorrow.  
Mom held me in her arms as we sat on the couch with my head 
snuggled in her cleavage as she ran her fingers through my 
hair and tried to comfort me.

“Now , now Bobby.  Dry up those tears.  I’ll take care of 
this.  I have a talk with Sister Sara and straighten 
everything out.  We can’t get you to the hair shop before 
Saturday but I’ll see what I can do with your hair and 
we’ll get those nails all shaped up,” Mom soothed.

“No Mom I have to get my hair cut tonight.  Just cut it all 
off.  I don’t care.  Pleaseeeeeee, Mom,” I cried.  “Carol 
said she would make me wear a skirt if I didn’t get my hair 
and nails cut.”

“Oh no, she won’t.  Now just quit crying.  I said, I’ll 
take care of it.”

And so after dinner that night I sat as Mom trimmed my 
nails, not nearly as short as I wanted them but at least 
they were a lot shorter. Then she put this clear stuff on 
them even over my protests.  “Mom not that stuff.  It makes 
them all shiny.”

“It’s just nail hardener.  Now hold still.  Sister Sara 
will approve because it will make your nails look clean and 
well groomed.  Now don’t you want to please Sister Sara so 
she’s nice to you in school?”

“What about my hair?  Are you going to cut it now?”

“I’ll take care of your hair in the morning before school.  
I’ll talk with the school tomorrow and set things right.  
Now you go let your nails dry and get ready for bed.”

I slept fitfully that night and was awoken earlier than 
normal.  Mom pulled me into the bathroom and soaked my head 
under the faucet and scrubbed my hair.  When she finished 
she combed it out wet and trimmed the bangs and clipped the 
ends but didn’t cut it off as I ask.  As I looked in the 
mirror the long wet sides would certainly hang on my 
collar.

“Mom,” I protested, “You got to cut more off.  Please Mom.”

“I said I’d take care of it.  Now hold still and be quiet.  
Let me finish and I’ll bet you’ll agree it will be short 
enough for even Sister Sara’s inspection.”

Begrudgingly I sat in a huff as Mom then used a blow dryer 
and brush to dry my hair and make it look all fluffy.

“Mom,” I once again protested, “That won’t help it still is 
too long.  Please just cut some more off it.”

“Just be quiet.  I’m not finished yet,  Have a little 
patience,” Mom responded as then pulled out a curling  iron 
and started rolling my hair up in it and then spraying it 
real stinky stuff.

“Mom, that stuff stinks and it’s making curls.  Please Mom, 
just cut it off.”

With that outburst I got a crack across the back of the 
head as Mom with frustration sounding in her voice said, 
“Just shut up!  Your hair will be well off your collar and 
will look neat and well groomed.  The spray will just make 
sure it stays that way till you get home from school.  You 
don’t want it down over your collar when Sister Sara can 
see you, now do you?”

I shut up and when Mom was done I had curls all over my 
head.  It was true the curls held my hair well off my 
collar but I swear I looked like a Shirley Temple doll.  I 
protested one more time, “Mom, please I can’t go to school 
like this.  I do look like a girl now.”

“Look here young man, I’ll straighten your hair back out if 
that’s the way you want to present yourself to Sister Sara.  
But don’t come home whining to me if you have to wear a 
girl’s uniform at school.  In fact if you want I’m sure 
your sister Carol has a uniform that will fit you and you 
can just wear it to school.”

I shut up.  I went to my room as Mom laid out my uniform, 
my boys uniform, and clean underwear.  I picked up the 
underwear laid out and held it up not recognizing it as 
mine.  They were shiny like white nylon.  I turned them 
around and looked.  There wasn’t a peephole.  “Mom, these 
aren’t my underwear.  They look like girl’s underwear.  I’m 
not going to wear girl’s underwear to school.”

“Bobby, those are your underwear.  All the rest of yours 
are dirty.  The’re the ones I bought you this summer and it 
won’t hurt you to wear them.  They’ll be under your uniform 
and no one is going to see them.  Now do as your told or 
you can wear the pink ones,” Mom retorted.

I slipped them on along with a t-shirt that had those 
narrow straps on them.  I quickly put my uniform on and 
went to eat breakfast.  I had hardly sat down when Carol 
started on me.  “Well, well aren’t we cute in all our 
curls?”

“Mom, make her shut up!” I whined.

Then Beth added, “Oh Bobby, your hair is so pretty like 
that.  It looks like my dolly’s hair.”

“Mommmmmm!” I whined more.

“Ok, that’s enough out of you two.  I did the best I could 
to get him through school the rest of this week under 
Sister Sara’s scrutiny,” Mom said.  “Now I don’t need you 
two causing anymore problems.  Now get finished and get 
your books and off to school with all of you.”

And so with much trepidation I headed off to school with my 
two sisters.  I was dreading the line up in front of Sister 
Sara and the rest of the class.  I hoped Mom had talked to 
her and got things straightened out.

I saw George and Jesse across the street as I entered the 
school and headed to my home room.  I couldn’t hear their 
conversation and it was best I didn’t.

Jesse was saying to George, “Look at that sissy.  He’s the 
one we saw wearing the dress with his sisters, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s him.  I heard old Sister Sara was going to 
make him wear a girl’s uniform at school because his hair 
and fingernails were to long?  Now he’s got his hair all in 
curls like a real sissy,” George replied.

Jesse laughed as he continued, “Well maybe he wants to be a 
girl.  Maybe we should help him and Sister Sara out a 
little bit.”

George questioned him, “What do you mean?  What have you 
got in mind?”

“Oh, just meet me at recess this afternoon.  You know him 
don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know him.  So what?”

“Well just get him over to the locker room during recess, 
you’ll see.”

They both then head to their homeroom classes.

Meanwhile I was at my desk awaiting the arrival of my 
doomsayer, Sister Sara.  I heard some giggles and saw some 
of the girls pointing at me.  I was sure it was my hair.  I 
kept my hands hid in my pockets so no one would see the 
shiny hardener.

The bell rang and everyone jumped to his or her feet.  
Sister Sara made her grand entrance.  She started on the 
far side of the room that just added to my anxiety.  
Finally she was there and I held out my hands as she 
seemingly ignored them as she studied my hair.  She began, 
“Well, Mr. Brown do you think your pretty curls meet the 
regulations for our young men’s hair length?”  She reached 
out and pulled at one of the curls on the side of my head 
stretching it’s length down and barely over the collar of 
my shirt.  “I think, Mr. Brown, that unless you remedy this 
situation by tomorrow we’re going to have to find you a new 
school uniform to wear.”

I tried to defend myself, “But.. but my Mom called you, 
Didn’t she?  She explained, didn’t she?”

“Mr. or Miss Brown, I believe I asked you a question, which 
I do not expect to be answered with a question.  The 
question was do you think curling your hair like a sissy 
meets the regulations for our young men?” Sister Angela 
said as she continued her inspection.

“I,  I  I guess not.  But Mom said I could get it cut on 
Saturday even in a crew cut,” I replied rather sheepishly.

“I see.  And so you believe wearing curls that are not 
natural until Saturday will be OK?” She ask as more 
snickering broke out.  “And would you like to also wear one 
of the girl’s uniforms to class until Saturday then also?”

“No, I mean yes but I thought my hair would be OK, my Mom 
said she’d ask you.  And no,” almost in a whisper I said, 
“I don’t want to wear a girl’s uniform.”

She then took my hands and turned them over to look at my 
nails, “And what do we have here?  Yes shorter nails and 
well groomed but it would appear you’ve also polished them.  
Is that correct Miss Brown?”

“Ah,  ah  my Mom did it.  She said it would keep them from 
looking bad.”

“Girls, what are the regulations in regard to using make-up 
and nail polish?” Sister Sara addressed the class.  There 
was just some mumbling, as no one really wanted to become 
part of this redressing.  “Come on now girls tell Miss 
Brown.  All together now.”

And they did, “Make-up is not to be worn in school or 
school activities until the seventh grade.”

“Now Miss Brown, do you think that only applies to the 
girls?  If you show up tomorrow wearing nail polish I can 
guarantee you you’ll also be wearing lipstick, hair ribbons 
and a skirt.  Do you understand me Missy Brown?”

Tears of humiliation were squeezed from the corners of my 
eyes as I replied, “Yes, Sister Sara.”

“Good, then we understand one another and having your Mommy 
call me to tell me how to run my class for your benefit is 
not acceptable,” She said as she finally completed my 
humiliation and started class.

I tried to remain invisible throughout the class.  However, 
the more I receded into my shell the more often Sister Sara 
would single me out to answer a question and always 
addressing me by “Missy Brown.”  I was avoided like the 
plague during lunch but I could see different ones looking 
at me and whispering to their friends.

As the afternoon started we were released to the sports 
area for recess.  I wasn’t looking forward to it as several 
classes at a time were given the use of the area at one 
time.  My Sister Carol was there with her girl friends and 
even she avoided me.  I hadn’t been there long when George, 
Carol’s friend, the one who had seen me in a dress, cam 
over to me.  He spoke directly to me.  

“Man I heard old Sister Sara really has it in for you.  Man 
I pity you.  Hey I know how you can get back in her good 
graces and get her to leave you alone.”

“Yeah she really seems to have it in for me.  I’m the only 
one she seems to pick on,” I replied.  I was shocked that 
George of all people would befriend me and offer help.  
“How can I get her to like me and leave me alone?”

“Come on with me.  In the locker room and I’ll tell you all 
about it.  I don’t want her seeing me with you and figuring 
out where you got the idea.”

“Ok,” I said.  I followed George into the locker room and 
back behind the lockers near the shower.  That’s when Jesse 
and Brad and another guy I didn’t know all showed up. I was 
really nervous now.  “I,  I better get back George.  Maybe 
you can tell me later.”

That’s when Jesse grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me 
backwards off my feet yelling to the others, “De-pants him.  
Brad help me hold the little shit.  George, you and will 
get his pants down.”

I screamed, “Let me go!  Help!”  I struggled to no avail as 
my belt was loosened and my pants were pulled down and over 
my legs.

That resulted in Jesse twisting my arm up behind my back 
sending pain all through my arm as he said, “Shut up you 
little sissy.  You get one of the Sister’s of Brother’s in 
here with your screaming and you’ll regret it.  You’ll end 
up getting the shit kicked out of you everyday.  Now be 
quiet.”

I was beaten.  I knew they were going to do what ever they 
wanted and I couldn’t stop them.  I really believed that 
all I’d succeed in doing was getting myself beat up 
everyday of my life.

That’s when Brad shouted,  “Look the fucking sissy is 
wearing girls panties.”  “No shit’s” and “Holy shit” 
followed this revelation from my captors.

I tried to defend myself,  “No they aren’t.  They’re boys 
briefs, just not boxers” as tears flooded my eyes.  

“Strip the sissy,” Ordered Jesse.  And they did just that.  
In a few seconds I was stripped to the girls undershirt and 
panties. 

When they saw this and saw my complete collapse the taunts 
and teasing intensified.  However, it appeared George was 
attempting to defend me or was getting cold feet, as he 
said to the others, “Hey guys maybe this is to much.  Why 
don’t we just leave him to get dressed?  He’s not going to 
say anything cause we know he’s wearing his sister’s 
underwear.”

I retorted without thinking, “They’re not my sister’s 
they’re mine.  There boys underwear.”

Jesse responded, “Well the tag says girls size six,” as he 
pulled the waistband out and read the tag.  “And don’t 
worry he won’t be telling anyone anything if he wants to 
live.  Now give me that bag.”

Brad handed Jesse the bag that he emptied on the floor in 
front of me.  It was all there.
A girl’s uniform complete with the knee socks, t-bar shoes, 
pleated plaid skirt, white blouse, blazer and headband.

“Guys you can’t do this.  Please,” I cried.  “George help 
me,” I pleaded.

“Here I thought we’d have to let him wear his boy underwear 
under his uniform, but this is even better,” Jesse said.  
“Now let’s help the sissy get dressed.”

They were all over me.  Knee socks were rolled up my legs. 
The t-bar shoes barely fit as they squeezed my feet in 
them. The white nylon slip was draped over my head as the 
blouse was fitted over my arms and buttoned up the back.  
The tie was placed in a bow under the collar and the skirt 
was pulled up over and zipped and buttoned in the back.  
The Headband was used to separate my bangs from the curls 
as the girl’s blazer was placed on me.  My clothes were 
being placed in the bag from which the uniform had been 
taken.

Standing there with tears rolling down my cheeks and deep 
sobs they completed their task.  Jesse they said to George, 
“Give me the tag.”  

George somewhat reluctantly handed him a nametag that all 
the first graders had to wear.  I paid no attention as it 
was pinned to the blazer.  I just thought  they had taken 
it off my uniform.

As they released me I sat down on the bench crying.  “Ok 
guys…   pleaseeee   give me my clothes.  My Mom will kill 
me if I don’t have my uniform.”

Jesse holding the bag and the others just turned and headed 
for the door as Jesse said, “Oh I’m sure your Mommy will 
appreciate your new uniform.  And after all we’re just 
helping Sister Sara out.”

They left me alone in the locker room.  I looked at myself 
in the mirror.  I was a girl.  I looked like a little 
crying girl.  What was I going to do?  I searched the 
entire locker room for any boy’s clothes.  I found none.  I 
wasn’t going to go back to class dressed like this.  In 
fact as I looked at myself in the mirror I realized the 
skirt length would not meet the regulations enforced by 
Sister Sara.  I decided I would just sneak home and get 
changed.  That presented a problem.  There was no direct 
way out of the school from the locker rooms without scaling 
a six-foot fence.  I’d just have to hide in here until 
school let out and then sneak out.

I heard the bell signaling the end of recess.  What would 
Sister Sara do when I didn’t return?  Maybe she’d just 
think I was sick and went home without telling her.  That 
would be another infraction of the regulations but I’d deal 
with that later.  I watched the clock on the wall it said 
two o’clock.  If I could just hide for another hour and a 
half I could sneak home.

Meanwhile in Sister Sara’s class room there was a small 
panic.  Sister Sara addressed the class, “It would seem Mr. 
Brown has chosen not to return to our class room.  Have any 
of you seen him at recess or thereafter?”  There was no 
immediate reply.  “Now class a person does not just 
disappear into thin air.  Did he tell any of you that he 
was sick or where he might be going?”

Then Melissa spoke up, “Ah, well I saw him at recess a 
little bit.  But he went into the boy’s locker room with 
some older boys and I didn’t see him after that.”

“Ok Class I want you all to get out your readers and start 
on page six.  Read quietly until I get back and then I’ll 
be asking you questions about what you read,” Sister Sara 
Said as she exited the class room to investigate the locker 
room.

I had calmed down after a bit as no one had discovered me.  
I figured my plan would work.  I stood up on one of the 
benches to look at myself in the mirror.  Yes I did look 
like a girl.  The curls only accentuated the look.  I 
lifted my skirt and slip and tried to look more closely at 
the panties.  I knew Mom had bought me girl’s panties that 
day last summer.  I just never thought she’d make me wear 
them.

I was so engrossed in my self-inspection I didn’t hear the 
door open.  And Sister Sara never announced herself.  As I 
turned to see if I could see the back of the outfit in the 
mirror the reflection I saw was that of Sister Sara with 
her mouth hanging open.  

“Just what do you think your doing, Mr. Brown?”  She yelled 
as she regained her composure.  I lost my balance and fell 
from the bench recovering before I landed on my bum.

“I,  I..” was all I could muster as tears flooded my eyes 
once more.

“Well sissy you shouldn’t be hiding in here.  Come on your 
late for class.  I’m sure all your class mates want to see 
you in your uniform.”

“But,  but please Sister Sara.  No, don’t.  These guys, 
they did it.”

“What guys?  It appeared to me you were just admiring your 
sissy self when I arrived.  I don’t see anyone else here.”

What guys?  How would I answer that?  If I told they would 
beat me up everyday.  If I didn’t tell how would I ever 
explain this.  “Some guys stole my clothes and they must 
have left these 'cause it was all I could find.  I put them 
on so I could sneak home.”

Sister Sara approached me and reaching  for the hem of the 
skirt lifted both it and the slip revealing the white nylon 
panties. “And just what were you doing completely disrobed 
in the locker room that they could even steal your 
underwear?”

“I,  I wasn’t all undressed.  I’m wearing my own 
underwear.”

“And am I to understand your Mother buys you girl’s 
underwear to wear?”

“Ah, well not really, it,  it’s just that she bought these 
by mistake and that’s all I had to wear today, honest.”

With that said she looked me up and down and at the 
nametag.  “Laurie Ann, and who chose your sissy name your 
wearing on your uniform?  You come with me back to class.  
If you want to be a sissy girl then you shall be.  And you 
will stay after school until your parents can come over and 
we get to the bottom of this.”

“No, please Sister Sara.  Let me stay here till school is 
out.  Call my Mom she’ll come and get me.”

“She’ll come and get you after you finish your lessons for 
today.”  With that she grabbed me by the collar and arched 
me through the deserted halls back to my home room.

As she pushed me through the door she announced to the uh’s 
and ah’s followed by the giggling, “Class, Laurie Ann Brown 
will be with us the rest of today.  We have made an 
exception for her in regard to her nail polish the length 
of her hemline.  It would seem that Mr. Brown would rather 
be a girl and so we will honor his wishes at least for 
today.”

During the last hour of class I was called upon at least 
four times to stand before the class and answer questions 
on our lessons. Every time I was greeted by giggles and 
laughter.  My face burned red for the entire hour.  It was 
always something like Sister Sara starting, “Laurie Ann, 
would you please stand and read Sally’s part from your 
reader.  Mr. Liken, Please stand with Laurie Ann and read 
John’s part.”  And so it went until the bell finally 
signaled the end of my humiliation in front of my class.

“Alright class, you all have your assignments for tomorrow.  
I have something to attend too so I want you all to sit 
like ladies and gentlemen, quietly until the dismissal bell 
rings.  You will then exit the class room quietly with the 
exception of Laurie Ann, who is to remain in her seat until 
I return,” Sister Sara instructed.

Of course she had barely exited the room when they all 
started on me.  “Oh do you think Laurie Ann is really a 
girl pretending to be a boy or a boy who wants to be a 
girl?”

“Oh Laurie Ann are you wearing the regulation slip and 
panties too?” 

“Hey sissy boy do you want me to see if my sister has any 
pretty dresses she could lend you?”

“I’ll bet your going to be a real star on the girl’s soccer 
team.  You’ll look so cute in your little pink skirt and 
top out there with the other girls.” 

Finally the bell rang and the class exited but nearly 
everyone routed himself or herself past my desk for a final 
insult.  Frankie even reached down and pulled the front of 
my skirt up and shouted, “Your right he has the regulation 
slip and panties too.”

It seemed like hours but finally Sister Sara returned with 
my Mother right on her heels.  She was talking to my Mother 
as she entered the room and behind her was Father Edward 
the principal of the school.  “So you see Mrs. Brown 
although we threaten punishment to embarrass students into 
compliance with the regulations the school had no part in 
dressing your son in the uniform he is now wearing.  I have 
no idea where he got the uniform and in regard to his 
underwear he told us that you had bought them for him.”

Then Mom started, “Stand up young man. Is that your 
sister’s uniform?  And where did you get the nametag?”

I remained silent as Mom continued to Father Edward and 
Sister Sara, “I am so sorry.  I can’t believe he did this.  
I guess I should have suspected something more from the 
things that happened this summer.  You see he did dress up 
on occasion as a girl to play with his sister Beth.  I just 
thought it was cute and a stage he’d soon outgrow.  And yes 
I did buy him some girl’s underwear and a dress or two just 
so he wouldn’t be borrowing his sister’s things when they 
played dress-up.  Don’t worry, when his Dad and I finish 
with him he’ll be the best behaved boy in school and 
dressed like a boy.”

Father Edward finally entered the conversation, “Now, now 
Mrs. Brown, let’s not get too far off base here.  Bobby, or 
would you rather I call you Laurie Ann?”

“No, Bobby,” I muttered.

“Well Bobby can you tell us why you wanted to wear a girl’s 
uniform to school?  Do you like wearing girl’s clothes?” 
Father Edward asks.

“I,  I don’t know,” I mumbled.

“Well now Bobby you must have some idea.  I mean for a boy 
to sneak out of class to go get dressed like a girl and 
then hide his own clothes.  What were you thinking when you 
did that?  And we did find your uniform in the girl’s 
locker room.  Were you in the girl’s locker room?  Is that 
where you found the uniform your wearing?”

“No, I was never in the Girl’s locker room, honest I 
wasn’t.”

“Well Bobby, you do like to pretend to be a girl sometimes, 
like when you played with your little sister?”

“I, well  I just did that so, well 'cause it made her real 
happy.”

“Oh, I see.  And you like to make people happy, don’t you 
Bobby?”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“And if you can make people happy by pretending to be a 
girl then you like to do that?”

“I,  I guess so.  But I’m a boy.”

“Do you think going to school as a pretend girl you’ll make 
people happy?”

“No I don’t think so.  I didn’t want to do this.”

“Yes, I understand from Sister Sara that someone stole your 
clothes.  But Bobby, you know we shouldn’t lie that that’s 
a mortal sin.  Even sometimes when we really believe what 
we say it still sometimes lying to ourselves.  Wait here a 
few minutes while I talk to your Mother, the you can all go 
home.”

I sat there as if awaiting an execution.  I didn’t know 
what they were planning for me, probably stoning me to 
death in front of the school in a girl’s dress.

In the hallway Father Edward addressed my Mother and Sister 
Sara, “It would seem apparent that your son is suffering 
some sort of gender disorder.  He is young and this needs 
to be addressed by professionals.  He may just like wearing 
clothes of the opposite sex or he could be a rare form of 
intersexed person.  In any case we are not capable of 
handling this within our school.  I would strongly suggest 
that you seek independent professional help for Bobby and 
we here at the school will work with yourself, Mr. Brown 
and the professionals.  You may wish to continue to send 
him to school as a girl for the rest of this week or until 
you can get some professional advice.  We will attempt to 
work with this to minimize any embarrassment to him or his 
sister’s here at school.”

Mom responded, “Oh Thank you Father.  I’m not sure what to 
do but I would appreciate your talking to my husband about 
this.  He is not being very openminded about this whole 
thing.  I’ll talk with Bobby tonight and if he wants to 
return as a girl or as himself I’ll see that he does so.  
At least until I can get some professional advice.”

Sister Sara added, “Yes I wasn’t very fair to Bobby but 
then I had no idea he had this obsession with being a girl.  
I hope I didn’t do any harm and I will see he is treated 
just like any other girl in the class if that’s what’s 
decided.

We rode in silence home with the exception of a tear 
squeezed out of the corner of my Mom’s eye.  I guess I had 
really hurt her, but it really wasn’t my fault.  Why could 
everyone just let me be the boy I am.  Yeah the boy I am, 
sitting in the front seat of the car pulling at the hem of 
my skirt with a head full of curls and wearing girls 
underwear.  You know they don’t feel all that bad.

Diapered and Dressed Part 4
Diapered And Dressed Part 4
By Laurie Ann Brown

As we pulled into the drive and Mom reached over to undo my seatbelt I
thought I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. We had ridden in total
silence the entire trip from the school. I slid out of the car and
followed behind her with my head bowed in shame for allowing what had
been done to me to be done. I wondered what I could have, should have
done to have prevented this. Mom never asks me why I was dressed this
way. I knew she must be really mad and when Dad found out I knew I was
really going to get it.

Mom went through the door into the house as I followed. Beth and Carol
parted ways as Mom brushed between them without a word and headed up
the stairs presumably to her bedroom. As I entered Beth's Mouth dropped
open so far I could see her tonsils. She was actually stunned in
silence. Carol on the other hand had prior knowledge of my situation
and really let loose on me.

"See, I told you so. He stole a girl's uniform and put it on at school
today. He even went to class in it and lied to the teacher telling her
some big boys sole his clothes," Carol shouted. "Look at your pretty
little sister now in her very own stolen uniform. Geeze, Bobbi, Oh,
sorry I mean Laurie Ann I can't believe you'd do something like this at
school. All the kids were teasing me about having a real sissy for a
brother."

"Shut-up! I didn't do this. It was your punk boyfriend George. He and
his friends did it to me. They tricked me into the locker room and said
they were going to beat me up everyday if I didn't do what they said,"
I shouted in reply.

Tears stared down my cheeks, as my face grew red from the humiliation.
Mom never even looked back or said a word. I was being left to the
torment of my sister. It was then that Beth found her voice.

"Bobbi, you do look just like a girl. We even heard about it in my
class but I didn't know it was you. Don't cry Bobbi, I'll bet they let
you be a girl at school if you want too," Beth cajoled.

"Yeah I'll bet my old uniforms will fit you and you won't have to steal
any more," Carol added.

By this time I had pushed through them and was quickly heading to the
stairs and the confines of my room to get rid of this source of
humiliation. I yelled back over my shoulder to Carol, "You better just
shut up. I'm going to tell Mom and Dad everything. I'm going to tell
about you and Emily putting pee in my pants and on George for telling
on me and beating me up in the locker room."

I reached my room and slamming the door behind me dove head long unto
my bed release a whole days worth of pent up emotions of humiliation
and fear in the form of tears. I was completely spent. I cried myself
to sleep unable to control the flowing tears and depression I felt
wondering what would be happening to me. I would never again go to
school. They could beat me or send me to jail but I wouldn't ever go
back.

Mary Brown had just experienced one of the worst days of her life.
There was a sense of embarrassment on her part having been called to
school to pick up her son dressed as a girl and finding out he had
dressed himself that way. It wasn't Sister Sara who she thought might
have attempted to humiliate her son because of her intervention on his
behalf. How could she explain this to her husband? Would this be the
last straw for him? Could she protect her son from the punishment her
husband was sure to met out on him in his anger and more so
frustration? Her mind was totally absorbed in these thoughts from the
time they left the school till now. She thought she remembered her
daughters saying something as she entered the house but couldn't really
recall what was said. She pulled herself together and returned
downstairs to the kitchen to get their supper started. She heard the
sobs from her son's room as she passed the door but was not able to
bring herself to confront him at this time.

The girls were on her the minute she entered the kitchen. "Mom, is
Bobbi really going to go to school as a girl and be a girl forever?"
Beth queried.

"Mom, you got to make him stop. All the kids at school are teasing me
about my sissy queer brother. I was so embarrassed today. Can you
imagine having your brother steal girl's uniform and wear it to school?
They said he was even wearing girls panties and vest under his clothes
and said they were his," Carol admonished almost finishing in a whine.

"Look girls, I don't want to discuss your brother right now. Your
brother may be ah... ahh well be disturbed. I'm sure this will all
resolve itself in a short time. Right now I just need you to go do your
homework, watch TV or just stay out of my way while I get us something
to eat. And I don't want any more discussions about your brother right
now and I would appreciate your leaving him to himself right now. You
know as embarrassing as it might have been for you, you might consider
what your brother must be going through. Now scat!" Mom retorted.

The girls retreated and Mom spent the next hour preparing dinner for
us. It had been about an hour and a half since I had cried myself to
sleep. I awoke to a soft knocking on my door and Mom opening it and
sliding softly into my room. There I was sprawled out on the bed still
in the stolen uniform. The pleated gray skirt up over my thighs, the
blazer still wrapped around me and the ribbon still in my hair. I sat
up and rubbed my eyes as Mom looks down at me in a manor of deep
wistfulness. "Bobbi, I... I, well dinner is ready come on down and eat
before it gets cold," Mom spoke softly while looking me over from head
to toe.

"Mom I... Mom it wasn't my fault," I mumbled as she just put her finger
to her lips to shush me.

"Not now Bobbi. Later we'll talk about it, OK. Let's just eat now and
relax a little. You should change you school clothes when you get home
so they're not all wrinkled. But you can change after supper, now wipe
your face and let's go eat.

"But Mom..."

"No, buts young lady... I mean Bobbi just get up and get downstairs."

As Mary retreated from her son's room she wondered again, He didn't
even attempt to get out of the skirt. Is my son a transsexual? All the
tests when he was born were normal for a male child. Is he just a
latent cross-dresser?

I had forgotten about the clothes. I had fallen asleep and things
didn't seem any better when I awoke. In fact now Mom had discovered me
still dressed like a schoolgirl. Now I had to go eat dinner dressed
like this in front of Carol and Beth. I dejectedly headed down the
stairs to the kitchen table for supper. Carol and Beth were already
seated and they gave me a real stare as I entered in my shorter than
regulation skirt and be ribboned hair. They said nothing. Mom had
already threatened them with severe punishment if they teased me and
beyond teasing it appeared they had nothing to communicate to their
sissy brother.

I pulled my chair out and flopped down on it as Mom witnessed this
said, "Laurie... Bobbi you know to fold your skirt under you when
sitting. You'll have it all wrinkled sitting like that."

I stood and folded the skirt under me and sat once again just like the
girl they expected. About half way through dinner Beth finally spoke,
"Bobbi you look nice in your uniform."

To which I curtly replied, "It's not my uniform and I hope you have a
picture cause you'll never see it again on me."

Then Carol spoke, "Bobbi why did you do it? Everyone at school was
talking about you."

"Carol, I didn't do it. They made me. I'm never going back to school,
ever again."

"Girls, that's enough. I said we were not going to discuss this at
dinner. Now I don't want to hear another word, understand?" Mom said
taking charge.

"But Mom he's still wearing a girls uniform and even we have to change
when we get home," Carol challenged.

"That is none of your concern young lady and does not give you the
right to disobey my orders. You can just do the dishes and clean up the
kitchen after dinner and maybe you'll learn to listen," Mom retorted.

Under her breath Carol had to have the last word, "Yeah like my sissy
brother dresses up like a girl in school and embarrasses everyone and I
get punished."

I was going to remain strong. She wasn't going to get to me. I wasn't
going to cry like a girl and run away from the table even though my
appetite was satisfied with a bare mouthful of food and the feast of
humiliation I had engorged this day. As soon as Mom pushed her chair
from the table signifying that dinner was officially over I scooted my
chair back and made a beeline for my bedroom. Once inside I literally
tore the uniform from my body including the panties and vest. I was
about to dump them all in a pile next to the garbage can when I thought
about the possible consequences. I then placed the panties, vest and
socks into the laundry hamper and hung the blazer, blouse and skirt on
hangers. I did not put them in my closet but hung them on the doorknob
to my room.

Meanwhile Carol was on the phone to Emily. She wanted to find out if
damage had been done to her reputation because of her brother. She also
wanted to find out what really occurred. Bobbi did mention that it was
George and friends but she couldn't believe George would have betrayed
a confidence. And most of all if he was planning something so horrific
as this, why hadn't he included her in on it?

"Emily, Hi. My brother came home wearing a girl's complete uniform
right down to the panties and vest. Mom had to go get him from school
but she won't talk about it and what really happened. Bobbi said George
made him do it."

"Slow down girl. (Giggling) Yeah George and two of his buddies conned
him into going to the locker room with them. They had already raided
the girl's locker room and stole Janice's uniform while she was taking
gym."

"Noooooo!"

"Oh yes, girl. Well they stripped him and told him they would beat him
up everyday if he didn't do what he was told and if he told anybody
they forced him into it. But, when they stripped him they found him
wearing a pair of your panties and vest."

"They weren't mine. Mom bought him that stuff this summer. Remember
when we had her convinced he wanted to dress like a girl? Oh shit this
is so off the wall. I don't know what he told Sister Sara and Mom but
he said coming in the door tonight that he was going to tell the whole
story. He's going to tell on us for wetting his pants and on George and
those guys for what they did to him."

"Well, I can handle the heat. I'm stickin to my story. Ha Ha. But he
better think twice about squealing to anyone about those guys. They
will beat the crap out of him. You better let him know what he's
letting himself in for before he spills the beans. And I still have all
those pictures of him that could get passed all over school."

"Oh, Emily I don't know. I mean he's been so humiliated already. I
kinda feel sorry for him. Maybe we should just layoff for awhile and
see if maybe the guys will too."

"Look Carol, if you go all soft on him now and start defending him your
going to end up with people talking about the queer girl with the sissy
brother. He brought it on himself. Why didn't he just sneak home and
change clothes. I even heard Sister Sara found him in the locker room
standing up on a bench modeling in front of a mirror."

"What are they saying about me? I can't help what my stupid brother
does. I don't know why he didn't sneak home. He even wore the uniform
to eat dinner in and I ended up having to do the dishes and clean the
kitchen."

"Well I haven't heard much but if you protect him you'll end up in the
same weirdo group as him in everyone's eyes."

"Look I got to go. I'll try and talk to him and see if I can keep him
from getting his ass kicked. Just don't let the pictures go yet. It may
be the only way we can get out from under this if he starts babbling.
Ok Bye, talk to you later."

Now Carol was beside herself. If she didn't defend her brother she knew
her Mother would come down on her. If she did defend him then she'd end
up ostracized by her schoolmates. She had to find out what was going on
with him. After Mom bought him those clothes she never saw him ever
wear them. But then they said he was wearing girl's panties and vest
under his school clothes. Did he really want to wear girl's clothes but
knew what would happen to him if he did? Why didn't he sneak home and
change clothes? She had to get some answers and soon.

An hour or so after dinner Mary decide she had to have a talk with her
son or transsexual daughter or what the hell ever he was and get some
things straight. He said he was forced into the clothes but then they
found his clothes in the girl's locker room where the clothes he was
wearing went missing. And when she went to get him for dinner he was
still wearing the girl's clothes. She didn't think him wearing the
panties and vest under his boy's uniform would produce this kind of
trouble. Mary considered herself a liberated woman with liberal
leanings. I mean she felt live and let live. If two same sex people
wanted to get married, let them. If you were gay or lesbian then that
was your life style and you should be able to live whatever way you
wanted. She also knew her husband Paul was not so liberal. This whole
dressing issue of the past summer bore that out. It was all she could
do to convince him in a bureaucratic manor to allow this to play itself
out. It had put a strain on their marriage and it was all she could do
to keep Paul from sending Bobbi off to a military school to "straighten
him out" as he put it.

Bobbi had gotten out of the uniform and stood for sometime in the hot
shower. He was trying to wash away all that had happened to him today
and all summer as he reflected upon it. Yeah he would admit that the
girl's clothes felt nice but he was a boy and would forever be a boy to
manhood. He didn't want to be dressed like a girl and the humiliation
it brought was more than he could possibly deal with.

Once dried from the shower he returned to his room and dug out his
PJ's. He looked in his underwear drawer for clean Jockey's or boxers.
There were none. Well he knew there were those girl panties in his
bottom drawer but he wasn't going to wear those ever again. So he
dawned his PJ's and slid into his bed to read the homework assignment
even though he knew he would never return to school.

It was then that Mary knocked on his door and then proceeded in and set
herself on the edge of his bed. She reached out and took both his hands
in hers and began.

"Bobbi, I don't know what all happened to you today but I need to know.
I'm really trying to understand all this and you have to understand
that no matter what you tell me I'm still going to always love you and
help you however I can."

Tiny tears crept out of the corner of Bobbi's eyes as he interrupted
his Mother, "Oh Mom it was so bad it was terrible. It was worse than if
Sister Sara had made me put on a dress. Everyone thinks I did it
myself. They're calling me a sissy, and girly boy and all kinds of
names."

"Hold on a minute. Let's start at the beginning. Now I gave you the
panties I bought you this summer to wear cause you didn't have clean
ones. You did have clean undershirts but you chose to wear the vest. Oh
by the way I'm glad to see you at least hung your uniform properly."

"Mom, the vest was with the panties when you gave them to me. I thought
I had to wear it too."

"OK, now what happened at school? Did you want to put on a girl's
uniform because you were wearing girls under clothes? Did you sneak
into the girl's locker room and borrow some girl's clothes?"

"No Mom! I didn't, honest. I was in the playground. George told me to
come in the boy's locker room and I did. When I got in there two of his
friends was waiting. The ones who saw me dressed outside the Princess
Shop this summer. They said if I didn't do it they would beat me up
everyday," Bobbi sniffed.

"Well why didn't you go tell the teacher or leave school and come
home?"

"They'll beat me up if I told and I didn't think I could get out with
out being caught."

"Well, you see how embarrassing it was to be seen by the entire class
dressed in girl's uniform, even if you did like the feel of wearing the
clothes. Sister Sara said she found you posing in front of a mirror
admiring yourself. Is that true?"

"Mom! I hated what they did to me, honest."

"Honey I know you hated what they did to you. But that's not what I ask
you. I ask if you liked seeing yourself in girl's clothes? I never saw
you wear any of the pretty dresses we bought you this summer but did
you try them on in the privacy of your room? It's OK honey if you did.
I'm not mad. I just want to understand."

"I...I never wore them Mom! I'm a boy not a girl. I want to be a boy."

"I know sweetheart, I know. But it's really going to be hard going back
to school either as a boy or a girl. And the way Father Edward left
things I believe he is expecting to see you show up as a girl for the
remainder of this week. We know you're a boy on the outside dear but
sometimes do you feel like maybe you're a girl on the inside? I mean
you do seem to like playing with your sister and her friends and you
don't really have many boys you play with, do you?"

"Mom! I'm never going back to school! I won't. I won't ever. I'll run
away."

"Now, Now sweetheart. You have to go to school. Even if you run away
you'll have to go to school. You can't hide from this the rest of your
life. There are lots of boys who dress like girls all there lives and
others who grow up to become girls even though they were born like you
with boy parts. You need to figure out who you really are for real and
you're really too young to have this thrust upon you."

Tears started to flow. Why wouldn't she listen to me? I'm a boy. I
don't think I'm a girl. Even if girl's clothes felt different or nice,
I'm a boy. "Mom," I pleaded "Please I don't want to go back to school.
I don't want to get teased anymore or beat up. Don't let them make me
wear girl's clothes to school."

"Bobbi, Bobbi, I'll talk to Father Edward and Sister Sara but we need
to decide what's best for you. Right now you're embarrassed about being
dressed as a girl because you have always been brought up as a boy. But
if you would have been brought up like your sisters and wore dresses
all the time you wouldn't be embarrassed because everyone would just
accept you as a girl. Isn't that right?"

"I... I don't know Mom, I guess, but I'm a boy."

"Let me ask you something. If you could go back to school dressed as
either a boy or a girl and no one would tease you and you'd be treated
just like any other boy or girl, which way would you like to go back
as?"

"They'll tease me and beat me up anyway."

"Bobbi, what I'm asking is which you would really like to be a real
girl or a real boy? And just pretend which ever you chose it would have
been true since you were born."

"Mom, I'm a boy!"

"OK, Bobbi. It's time for bed. Just think about what I've said. Are you
wearing those same panties you wore today under your PJ's?"

"Mom! No I don't have any clean underwear in my drawer. I just wore my
PJ's."

"Oh Honey, you have to wear underwear under your PJ's. We don't want
any accidents, do we?
Underwear will at least may keep you dry."

Mom got up from my bed ad went to my dresser directly to the forbidden
drawer. She pulled out a pair of pink panties from our previous
shopping expedition.

"Here honey, these will do fine for tonight. Just slip your jammies off
and slip these on under your jimmies. No one will see them or know
you're wearing them."

Reluctantly I slipped the bottoms off, the panties up and the bottoms
back up in place. My face burned as I did so. I did so without comment
and pulled the cover's up over me.

"Now isn't that better? Now sleep tight and I'll see what I can do
about school tomorrow. I love you sweetie, goodnight."

Bobbi could hardly sleep. He was fraught with thoughts of the silk
encasing his bottom and the fear of what might happen if he might wet
the bed. He tossed and turned. Why didn't he protest the wearing of
girl's panties? Why didn't he refuse or at least protest? He finally
drifted off to sleep wondering what compromise his Mother would work
out with the school. How would she or anyone stop the teasing that
would await him at school dressed as Bobbi or Laurie Ann?

At last morning broke as the sun beamed into bedroom shadowed only by
the form of his Mother. Rubbing sleep from his eyes his Mother greeted
him, "Up and at it sleepy head. A new day awaits you. Your turn in the
bathroom and you'd better hurry up as your sister is already up and
waiting her turn. I'll put your clothes out for you."

Bobbi wandered in his half sleep state into the bathroom. Stripping his
PJ's and realizing he was wearing the pink panties simply pulled them
down and sat to urinate. When finished he pulled them back in place and
attended to toiletries. When he returned to his room there hung not
only his regular school uniform but the girl's uniform he had worn home
along with another girl's uniform with slip, hair ties and knee socks.

"MOM," he screamed, "What are you doing? I'm not going to school and if
I did, I'm not wearing a girl's uniform. Mom!

His Mother appeared at his door. "Calm down, for heaven's sake. Your
uniform is right there. I pressed the girl's uniform you wore home
yesterday and then pressed your sister's old uniform and put the
accessories with it for you to take with you. I haven't been able to
get a hold of either Father Edward or Sister Sara to try and straighten
this mess out. If you recall when we left the school they were of a
mind to see that you wore a girl's uniform the rest of the week to
school."

"I won't do it. I won't wear girl's clothes. I won't go to school. I'll
run away."

"That's enough young man. Now you just settle yourself. You may be six
years old but you're not so old you can't be turned over my knee and
your bottom blistered. Maybe you'd just as soon I woke your Dad and you
can tell him what you're going to do and not going to do. You may end
up wearing diapers under your school dress in that case. Now get
yourself dressed and ready for school. If I hear anymore whining like a
little girl or telling me what you're not going to do I may just see
that you're sent to school in a girl's uniform for the entire year. But
then again, maybe that's what you want me to do," she angrily mouthed
through gritted teeth to keep from shouting and waking his Dad. She
banged the door shut as she exited before Bobbi could even recover from
the shock of his Mother's words.

Bobbi stood in shock bewilderment. He wondered why this was happening
to him? I'm a boy. I don't want to be no stinking girl. Why won't they
listen to me? He didn't really remember his Mother ever being so harsh
in her words to him. Why was she mad at him? He didn't do this.

He proceeded to don his school uniform not taking note of the fact that
he still wore the pink nylon and lace panties his Mother made him wear
to bed. Little was said at the breakfast table because it was apparent
Mrs. Brown's temper was on a short fuse.

Bobbi was totally embarrassed as he exited the car to school with his
sister. In addition to his book bag he carried the two uniforms on
hangers with the slip fully exposed to everyone's' view. He was
hurrying to the confines of the school as quickly as possible under
such a load trying to be sure not to drop or drag the uniforms on the
ground.

His arrival was not unnoticed by many of the other students including
George and the boys who stripped and dressed him yesterday. George
started, "Geeze, look at him will you. He might be wearing a boy's
uniform but he's carrying girl's uniforms with him. You think he's
going to dress like a girl again today?"

From one of the other boys came, "What a fairy boat. Maybe he didn't
like the uniform we picked out for him yesterday and decide to bring
his own today. This could be a very interesting school year. Let's go
see if he needs some help."

Bobbi was just at the school door when confronted by the boys. As they
blocked his path he almost started bawling before they even said a
word.

They started, "Well well if it isn't our little girly boy. Wouldn't
Mommy let you wear your dress to school today or did you just need us
to help you get dressed again?"

And another, "Why I think your just about the prettiest little girl in
the whole first grade, but your much prettier in your dress. Now why
would a little sissy like you show up to school in a boy's uniform?"

As Bobbi attempted to push his way through the boys George standing to
his back reached out and grabbed the waistband of his trousers. As
Bobbi pulled forward with George's hand holding the waistband the waist
stretched out exposing the lacy waistband of the pink panties.

"Holy shit, he's wearing girl's panties again, Look!" George exclaimed.

"He is a sissy! Go get your dress on little girl," Another shouted.

As the two boys moved to get a better look at the pink pantied bottom
it gave Bobbi the opportunity to push ahead breaking George's grip. He
stumbled headlong into Sister Sara as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Bobbi had completely forgotten about the panties. It was panic time. He
almost dropped the girl's uniform as he pressed into Sister's habit.

Sister Sara took Bobbi by both shoulders examining him and the clothes
he carried over his shoulder. She wondered what was about that his
Mother would send him to school with two uniforms and what appeared to
be slip and accessories on hangers. Yes, she understood the returning
of the pilfered uniform but why the additional one. And did she just
hear his tormenters razing him about wearing girl's underwear under his
uniform? She first addressed his tormenters, "You boys are to be in
your class room not causing trouble out here. If you're not in your
class room in the next thirty seconds you'll be spending the next few
weeks in detention. And I thought you were all warned about teasing
others being subjected to punishment? Maybe what he told Father Edward
was truthful that you three had something to do with his predicament?
Maybe you three should be wearing dresses to school?"

The three tormenters disbanded and disappeared before Sister Sara could
finish her diatribe. Then she turned her, the ward still almost
clinging to her skirts. "OK Mr. Brown take your uniforms and report to
Father Edwards's office. I'll be along shortly."

Grateful for the protection but totally embarrassed by having the boys
see he was in girl's underwear he rushed to the office of Father
Edward. The secretary saw him coming and ushered him directly into
Father Ed's office where Father Edward slowly rose from his desk to
scrutinize the intruder with the clothes slung over his shoulder almost
dragging on the ground.

"Mr. Brown, hang your uniforms over there and sit down. I'll be with
you directly," he ordered as he slipped out the door to find Sister
Sara.

"Yes Sir," Bobbi replied as he hung the clothes and slumped down in the
chair.

"Sister Sara, I was just about to go find you," Said Father Edward.
"What is the situation with Mr. Brown? Have you talked to his parents
since yesterday? He just walked into my office in his regular uniform
but carrying what appear to be girls' uniforms. If memory serves me
correctly he was to be punished for his indiscretion the remainder of
this week and I thought we had concurrence from his Mother."

"Yes, I believe your recollection is correct. I have not had any
conversations with either parent since yesterday. I did just discover,
that although he may be wearing a boy's uniform, he is still wearing
girl's underwear and pink ones at that."

"Well can you explain then why he showed up in my office in his regular
uniform?"

"I would have to surmise that his Mother believed he was to dress at
school and not at home. I sent him to your office hoping you would take
charge of the matter as I have to attend to my class."

"OK, I'll see to it. Ms. Evert would you please come into my office. I
think a woman's touch may be in order here."

Ms. Evert, the school secretary nodded compliance and went into the
office to await further instructions.

Father Edward entered the office closing the door behind him. "Ok Mr.
Brown it would seem you doesn't follow instructions very well. You were
expected to show up for classes today in the uniform you stole to wear
yesterday and for the rest of this week. Now you will please disrobe
and Ms. Evert will assist you into your uniform of the day."

"But... but Father Edward, sir, I... I didn't steal the dress, honest.
My Mother was to call you and make it all right." Bobbi stammered.

"Mr. Brown, You will disrobe now. Your Mother does not run this school
and she hasn't seen fit to discuss this situation with me since
yesterday. Now if you'd like Ms. Evert to strip you, you will not like
the consequences. Would you like to be the first child on the stage in
the auditorium with your skirt up over your back to receive a reminder
to listen and obey? I'm sure it will make an impression on the other
students."

"No, please Father Edward. Just let me go home and I'll never come back
to school again, I promise," cried Bobbi.

"You have your uniform, now get started. I understand you've even wore
the correct under things for a girl under your uniform."

Bobbi slowly removed his blazer, shirt, socks, and pants. He stood
there shivering in the pink lacy panties. Father Edward was almost
embarrassed for the boy standing before him looking more like a girl
with shorter hair than a boy. Ms. Evert had taken the clothes off the
hangers and held the diaphanous slip out as she slid it over his head.
Bobbi simply raised his arms to aloe the slip to settle down over his
body. He was buttoned up in the white silky blouse and the jumper was
lowered over his head. The pleated skirt of the plaid jumper laid over
the slip pressing it against his bare thighs.

"Please Father I'll be good. Don't make me wear a dress in school,"
Bobbi pleaded one more time.

Ms. Evert spoke softly to Bobbi as she smooth the jumper skirt down
into place, "Bobbi just accept it honey, it's going to happen. And
you're going to look just like a pretty girl when you go to your
classroom. If you just pretend you really are a girl what ever the
others say won't bother you. We'll fix your hair and you've brought a
ribbon for your hair. They won't be able to tell you're a boy if you
feel like a girl."

"But, I'm a boy. I don't know how to be a girl. I want to be a boy."

Bobbi didn't want to be a girl but he couldn't deny the clothes felt
nicer than his and he guessed he did look more like a girl than he ever
did a boy. If only they wouldn't tease him he could get through this.

Bobbi slid the cable knit knee socks up his legs followed by a pair of
Mary Jane style shoes he closed with the little buckle strap. As he sat
there, Ms. Evert was running a brush through his hair pulling the bangs
out and curling them under as she spritzed them with hair spray. She
wrapped the ribbon under the back of his hair and tied it in the
traditional bow on the top of his head separating the bangs from the
rest of his hair. Ms. Evert pulled him to his feet and inspected her
work. She could not find the boy in the uniform. The uniform skirt of
the jumper was barely regulation length on him. He would have to be
careful sitting and stretching to keep his modesty in class. She
decided not to mention the fact to him, as it would only add to his
lack of self-confidence.

"Here Laurie Ann, your name tag. Pin it to your jumper strap, get your
book bag and Ms. Evert will escort you to your class," Father Edward
ordered.

As Bobbi, now Laurie Ann was ushered into the classroom several giggles
erupted. Sister Sara responded immediately, "Enough class unless you'd
all like to sit detention the rest of the semester. Laurie Ann will be
with us through the end of this week. Please make her feel welcome. Now
Laurie Ann Please take your seat as we begin our lessons."

Bobbi slid into the seat at his desk. As he did so his skirt rode up
his thighs and as usual his knees were splayed exposing his pantied
crotch to all viewers.

Sister Sara addressed the situation amid another round of suppressed
giggles, "Laurie Ann, young ladies smooth their skirts under them as
they sit and keep their knees together least everyone will see your
pretty pink panties. Now please stand and smooth your skirt under you
as you sit."

Bobbi did as instructed his face as red as the stripes in the flag.

"Much better Laurie Ann."

At recess time Bobbi's bladder was ready to burst at the seams as
Sister Sara released the class for recess. Bobbi pushed his way out
into the hall and stopped short of the boy's room door. He was a boy
but if he went in there he knew there would be trouble. He turned to
the girls' bathroom; he was at a total loss. He was now trying to pinch
the end of his penis to stem the flow that was sure to take place as
the other children brushed past him to the respective restrooms. He
turned to see Sister Sara monitoring the progress and as he looked
directly into her eyes pleading for help his urine let loose running
down his legs wetting his socks and forming a puddle on the floor.

Sister Sara recognized the problem immediately as Bobbi pulled his
jumper and slip away from his body to prevent them soaking up the
urine. Sister Sara without a word hurriedly took the girly boy by the
arm and dragged him into a nearby supply closet hoping the rest of the
class had not witnessed his accident.

"Laurie Ann Brown, we expect students of the first grade to be potty
trained. If you had to go so bad then you should have ask to be excused
from class. This is disgraceful. Get those shoes and socks off and then
your panties before you soak everything. I'll be right back. There are
some paper towels on the shelf there and some hand soap. Clean yourself
up before I get back." She ordered Bobbi.

Sister Sara returned with packages under her arms after she had settled
her class and given them a reading assignment. Bobbi had taken the
instructions and between muffled sobs removed the wet clothing
including the panties and cleaned him the best he could. There was
worktable in the closet and Sister Sara simply lifted the boy up onto
the table and pushed him back into a prone position. As she did so she
pushed the boy's skirt and slip up above his waist exposing his nude
bottom to the cold table. Bobbi squirmed and was going to attempt to
get off the table.

"Hold still little girl. I need to get you finished cleaning. You can't
go back to class smelling like an un-flushed urinal."

Bobbi lay still as Sister produced a handful of baby wipes and
thoroughly cleaned his bottom and privates. They made him smell of baby
powder. Before he could object she had sprinkled him with baby powder
and lifting him by both legs had a soft cotton diaper under his bottom,
threaded up through is legs and pinned.

"Sister Sara, NO! No! I'm not going to wear a diaper. I just didn't
know which restroom to use. Please take this off me," Bobbi squealed

Sister Sara ignored the girly boy's plea and proceeded to slide a pair
of pink ruffled baby pants up his legs and over the diaper. Without
losing a beat she slid lace top ankle socks over his feet and replaced
the strapped shoes. She then literally pulled him up off the table and
stood him in front of her smoothing his dress and slip down over the
diapered bottom. The diaper produced a more girlish figure on one so
young but with the shortness of the dress it was quite apparent what he
was wearing underneath.

"Now baby girl we're going back to class and you had better remember
how to sit properly or everyone in class will know you're just a baby
girl. We have lots more diapers we keep for accidents that happen with
the preschoolers, but if I have to diaper you again today I may have
the girls in Home-Ec do the honors as training. Now, when you have the
need to go again you are to raise your hand and say, "Please Sister
Sara, I need to go potty". Do you understand me baby girl?"

"Ye... Yes, Sister. I do," Bobbi stuttered through his clenched throat.

Bobbi found himself once again in his desk seat with his knees clamped
tightly together as much as the thick diaper and baby pants would
allow. He was afraid to move even the slightest as any movement made
the baby pants crinkle.

Amid the snickers barely audible at different times throughout the
morning class went as usual. To Bobbi the snickers were like thunder as
he heard everyone and barely heard a word Sister Sara said. He had made
up his mind. He would suffer no more torment being made to wear girls'
clothes and now even a diaper. He planned his escape. If he could just
hold on till lunchtime he could sneak out of school and back home.

The second morning recess was called and the entire class moved out of
the room to visit the restrooms. That is all but Bobbi who sat with his
head down on his desk. He would not risk standing let alone moving out
into the hall and again be face with not only his classmates but also
others on recess from the other classes.

Sister Sara stopped as his desk as she was leaving the room to monitor
the recess. She reached down and lifted Bobbi's head with a hand under
his chin. Looking directly into his eyes she addressed him in her most
commanding tone, "Well little sissy you've been very quiet in class so
far. But if you have to relieve your bladder you had better get it done
now. You won't be using the restroom again until lunch and you know
what's going to happen if you have another accident, don't you? You can
use the girl's restroom and I'll have one of the older girls or your
sister help you with your diaper."

"No, Sister Sara," Bobbi whined, "I don't have to go. I won't have any
accidents. I promise."

"Very well, you've been warned," Sister Sara remarked as she swept out
of the room. She now wondered about the severity of the punishment she
and the school were meting out on this boy. He was sure to be the
target of every bully in the school. He would probably be better served
if he just pretended he was really a girl all the time and had dressed
as a boy because he was a real tomboy. Oh well, he brought it on
himself and maybe underneath he really liked being a girl. After all he
was the one dressed in the pilfered girl's uniform preening in front of
the mirror when she found him. And there really wasn't an excuse for
him wetting his pants unless he thought he would be sent home. Maybe he
was a true transsexual as Father Edward and thought. In her minds eye
she pictured him in the white satin dress and veil receiving first
communion and smiled.

Shortly after Sister Sara left the room his sister Carol came sneaking
into his room and went directly to his crouched figure resting on his
desk. She poked him startling him somewhat as he sat up and she said,
"Geeze Bobbi, your wearing a girl's uniform again. What did you do now?
It's all over the school about a boy-wearing girl's clothes again. They
said he was even wearing girl's panties under his regular uniform when
he came to school. Were you wearing my panties again this morning?
Stand up and let me see."

"Carol, please just leave me alone. I didn't do anything. Sister Sara
made me wear the uniform. She said I had to wear it all week cause I
stole that uniform and I didn't steal nothing." He started crying
softly and remained seated. He certainly wasn't going to let his sister
see he was wearing a diaper and pink plastic panties.

"You big baby, what are you crying about now? Do you know how 
embarrassing it is for me? My brother, the big sissy girl parading
around school in dresses, pretending to be a girl. Now stand up and let
me see those panties. Dad is going to have a fit when he finds out what
you've been doing."

"Just leave me alone. They're not your panties. Mon made me wear them.
She said she bought them for me."

Carol simply reached down and pulling him by the hair lifted him from
his seat. As he stood to keep his hair from being pulled from his scalp
she lifted the hem of his dress and slip. An audible gasp escaped her
lips as she saw the panty-covered diaper her brother was wearing under
his uniform. She let go of his hair and skirt dropping him back into
his seat as if dropping a flaming stick. Bobbi broke into sobs.

"What are you doing wearing diapers? Where did you get those? Did you
put them on yourself?"

"No, no Sister Sara did it to me. I told her no but she did it anyway.
Please, please don't tell anyone. Don't tell Dad, please."

"Oh don't you worry yourself little sissy baby. I won't tell anyone.
It's bad enough to have your brother wearing girls' clothes to school.
I don't even want to imagine the ribbing I'll take if they find out
your in diapers at school too."

Carol exited the room in silence wonder what was happening to her
brother. She would be the laughing stock of the school if he continued
this way. She was going to talk to her Mom about this and see if she
could stop this. When she and Emily put him in dresses this summer it
was only on a lark. They were just interested in tormenting the little
shit. Did they do something to him? Did he really like wearing girls'
clothes? Well if Mom wouldn't do anything she knew his Dad would put a
stop to it.

Bobbi stood only to straighten the skirt of his uniform back down over
the ruffled panties and diaper to be sure they were not exposed. He sat
once again and clamped his knees together as best he could with the
thick diaper impeding his progress. He would never admit it to himself
let alone anyone else but there was a certain amount of comfort brought
to his crotch with the diaper and panties. The class resumed among the
customary giggles at Bobbi's predicament. It was one of his best
friends, Charlie that stopped by his desk on the way to his seat.

Charlie whispered to him, "Man, are you really a girl? I can't believe
a boy would let himself be dressed up like a girl."

Sister Sara had barley heard the whispered comment but addressed
Charlie, "Mr. Roberts, do you have something you'd like to share with
the class?"

"N... no, Sister, " he responded.

"Well then if you want a uniform like Laurie Ann is wearing to be part
of your ensample we can see that that happens. Otherwise I'd suggest to
get to your seat and if you have something to say then address it to
the class not just Laurie Ann. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sister Sara," Charlie replied as he scrambled to his seat. Maybe
Bobbi was really a girl but just a tomboy. He had never seen him naked,
after all.

Lunchtime finally arrived with the announcement pronounced by the
ringing bell. It was time to put his escape plan into action. Bobbi
hung back as the others hurried to escape the room and get to the
cafeteria. Bobbi decided he would trail behind and as they reached the
juncture of the hallway simply turn left instead of right and then
straight out the side door and off for home. He didn't know where is
regular uniform was but escape to precedence over anything else 
including his uniform and book bag.

He was out the door without detection and now headed towards home on
the shortest route possible. He was glad the book bag did not encumber
him, as he had to keep his hands on the hem of the uniform skirt to
keep any modesty with the breeze and his quick stepping. He was less
than a block from the school when he ran almost headlong into Mr.
Brooks from his neighborhood.

"Whoa, there little one, what's the hurry," he ask taking Bobbi by the
shoulders to keep him from tumbling to the ground. "Why aren't you in
school?"

Bobbi responded, "I... I got to go home. I got sick."

"Oh my that's too bad. And your parents couldn't come get you?"

"They're at work. It's not far," Bobbi said as he pulled away from Mr.
Roberts. As he did so his jumper skirt was lifted by the wind and Mr.
Roberts had a plain look at the ruffled plastic panties covering the
girl's diapered bottom. He thought, this poor little girl must have had
an accident at school or maybe she just isn't potty trained and is
being sent home.

"Well, it not the safest thing for a little girl to be walking the
streets all by herself. I'll tell you what; I'll just escort you to
your house. You said it wasn't that far."

"No, that's OK I'll be OK," Bobbi pleaded.

Mr. Roberts would have none of that as he took Bobbi's hand in his and
started off in the direction of his house. A new dilemma faced Bobbi.
If this man took him to his house how could he sneak in without his
Mother or Dad seeing him dressed like this? His Dad would probably be
up already getting ready for the afternoon shift and he was sure his
Mother would be busy around the house. What if this man knew the family
and would figure out he was the boy in the family. Certainly he had
seen his nametag, "Laurie Ann."

He walked in silence not responding to the multitude of questions Mr.
Roberts had been asking as his house came into view. He tried once
again, "I live over there. Thank you for walking with me mister, he
said as he pulled his hand free of the grip.

Mr. Roberts just keep pace with him right towards his house as he said,
"Oh no, I'm going to see you to your door. Oh, are you one of the Brown
girls? I didn't know your Mother was working again."

Oh shit, he thought, he knows us. As Bobbi just responded with, "Un-
huh."

All of a sudden there he was in front of the door with Mr. Roberts as
he turned the latch and was trying to slip through the partially opened
door and divest himself of Mr. Roberts. He was almost all the way
inside when he heard his Mother's voice, "Beth, what are you doing
home? Mr. Roberts Hi," she said a little startled by it all.

Mr. Roberts spoke, "Mrs. Brown, I'm sorry I was just on my daily lunch
walk when I ran into your lovely daughter here walking all by herself.
It would seem she got sick at school today and they sent her home
alone. I just thought it would be safer for a little girl like her to
have an escort." He was a little puzzled by the name Beth when she wore
the nametag of Laurie Ann.

"Ah... well I thank you Mr. Roberts. I can't believe the school didn't
call me. Thank you again and I'm sorry for your trouble but I had
better see to my daughter," she said as she closed the door with the
realization that this was her son in a dress again and not one of her
daughters.

"Bobbi, what are you doing home? Why are dressed that way? What's going
on here?"

"Mom, it wasn't me. Father Edward made me wear these. You said you call
him, but you didn't," Bobbi defended himself. "I snuck out at
lunchtime. I won't ever go back. You can't make me."

Just then Bobbi's Dad appeared from the kitchen. His shock gave way to
anger and frustration at seeing his son once again in girls' clothes.
He started angrily, "What the hell do you think your doing? Why are you
dressed like a little sissy? You're not a girl, you know. You're
nothing but a big sissy. You want to be a sissy, I'll see to it you
are. You disgust me. Mary just what the hell is going on here? Aren't
to girls in the family enough?"

Bobbi was in tears hugging his Mother's legs as she responded, "Paul,
that's enough. I don't know what's going on for sure either but your
screaming isn't going to resolve anything."

"My yelling? Look at him. Is that what you want for a son? Well I'll
tell you one thing I can resolve the problem. After a good ass warming
I'll see him in dresses and paraded around till he's so sick of it that
he'll never wear dresses again."

"Paul, Please, settle down."

It was then that he saw the pink ruffled plastic panties under the
uniform skirt and was set off once again. "Look! Look what he's wearing
under his dress. He's wearing diapers and baby pants. Get upstairs and
out of that uniform, sissy baby. Your Mother doesn't seem to be able to
handle you but I can. And leave your diaper and panties on."

Bobbi broke free and ran to his room among the sobs and tears streaming
down his face. His Dad was really mad at him. But it wasn't his fault.
He hated these clothes and what they did to him. Into his room he
flopped down on his bed and bawled like a baby.

The discussion continued downstairs. "Mary, I know what you said before
this summer when he was wearing dresses, but I thought it was all over,
I mean even after you bought him a dress I never saw him wear it. Has
he been wearing girl's clothes all this time behind my back?"

"No Paul, not to my knowledge. I don't really know if he wanted to wear
dresses and was just too embarrassed or if he truly was over it. But
your behaving like a maniac is not going to resolve anything. I was
called to school yesterday because they found him in the locker room
wearing one of the girl's uniforms. He said the other boys did it to
him but Sister Sara and Father Edward thinks he may be Tran gendered or
an early cross dresser. They said they were going to punish him for
taking the girl's uniform by making him wear one the rest of this week
to school."

"Well the last time I looked he was still a boy with boy parts. He
needs to get over this. I can't believe he would allow himself to be
put in girl's clothes and diapered at school."

Just then the phone rung and Mary went to answer it as she said to
Paul, "Just get ready for work and go. I'll find out what's going on
then we can discuss it as adults later."

"Yes, this is Mrs. Brown."

Father Edward spoke on the other end of the line, "Mrs. Brown it seems
we have a problem. It appears your son may have left school property
unauthorized and dressed in a girl's uniform. We have searched the
school and grounds and could not locate him."

"Father Edward, Bobbi is home now. He said he snuck out during lunch.
He showed up at home in the uniform I sent to school with him but
wearing diapers and plastic panties under it. Can you explain to me
what's going on?"

"Mrs. Brown, as you know we set disciplinary action to make Bobbi
attend classes this week in the uniform her took. When he showed up
today at school with that uniform as well as another we assumed you
were supporting the actions. He was wearing girl's underwear too.
However he seems to have a bladder problem and wet the panties and
tights he was wearing. Sister Sara simply put him in a diaper and
panties we keep on hand for accidents that happen to the preschoolers.
As we discussed yesterday Bobbi's problems may go well beyond his
wearing girl's clothes. I have talked with our guidance councilor about
the situation and she concurs that the best course of action at the
present time is not to discourage this practice but to see if bring to
light his true feelings."

"Father Edward, I hear what you're telling me but this boy came home
traumatized. I can't believe that this is doing him any good."

"Mrs. Brown, I appreciate your concern. However, our staff is highly
educated and has been schooled in dealing with problems similar to
this. It has been suggested that you see Bobbi is dressed appropriately
as Laurie Ann before he comes to school the rest of this week. It will
lessen the trauma he suffered by having to appear at school as a boy
and then showing up in class as a girl. It is also recommended that his
hours at home he be allowed to dress as his sisters do."

"Father Edward, I don't think you understand. Bobbi resists wearing
anything girlish. It would be a real fight to make him wear girl's
clothes at home too."

"Mrs. Brown, What else would you expect from a child who has been
brought up as a boy with all the conflict he must be going through on
the inside? On the outside he will have to fight it but inside he is
being comforted. We need your co-operation in this matter and for that
matter the co-operation of the family in supporting him till the issues
are resolved."

"Alright, I'll do what I can and talk to his sisters and Father but I
can't make you any promises right now. Thank you for calling, Goodbye,"
She said as she hung up the phone.

Paul had stormed out on his way to work. Mary not knowing exactly what
she was to do headed up the stairs to find Bobbi fast asleep on his bed
still in his diaper and uniform. She quietly walked in and drew a cover
up over him and left him to sleep while she had a chance to think.

Mary had puttered around the house for a few hours as the door burst
open and her two little girls ran into the house from school. Carol was
already almost yelling out the story of her brother diapered and
dressed at school. She told her Mother of the embarrassment she
suffered as her friends teased her about having such a sissy brother.
Beth on the other hand just wanted to know if Bobbi was going to be her
sister and be a real girl.

"Alright girls settle down. Your brother is in a difficult period.
Carol, if you were embarrassed by what happened how do you think your
brother felt? The school seems to think Bobbi might be a girl inside
even though he looks like a boy on the outside. He may really want to
be a girl but because we have raised him like a boy he is embarrassed
about dressing and acting like a girl," Mary explained.

"But Mommy he doesn't look like a boy when he wears dresses. He look
like a real girl," Beth interjected.

Carol added, "Well I think he's just crazy and everyone is laughing at
him at school, even his best friends. You have to make him stop."

"Look girls if your brother really turns out to be your sister we need
to be there for him. We can't tease him and we need to support him in
school, as well as at home. You're going to have to expect your friends
to help too. If they are your true friends they will understand and
won't add to his embarrassment by teasing him or yourselves."

"I'll help Mommy. I'll give him some of my clothes to wear and he can
play with my dolls or toys anytime he wants too," Beth said with glee.

"I won't tease him but I'm not going to tell anyone he's my brother.
I'll tell them he's adopted or something," Carol said somewhat
dejectedly.

"Ok Girls go get your homework done while I finish supper and get your
bro... Sister up."

Mary went upstairs and sorted through some of Carol's and Beth's
drawers and closets picking out some casual clothes for her new
daughter. She found the panties and vests she had purchased for him
during the summer. She then went to his room and gently roused him from
his sleep.

"Honey, honey wake up. You've had quite a nap. Let's get you up and out
of that uniform."

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes Bobbi sat up pushing the cover to the
side. He said nothing as his Mother pushed him back down on his back
and pushed the uniform skirt up around his waist. She proceeded to pull
the socks and shoes off him and then the pink ruffled panties down over
his diaper checking the diaper for wetness.

"What a good girl, all dry. I don't think a big girl like you needs
these anymore," she soothed.

"Mommy, I'm not a girl," he responded as his Mother simply slipped a
pair of white nylon panties with pink flowers printed on them up his
legs and over his bum.

"It's OK sweetie, really. Now just stand up here so I can undo your
jumper," She responded. Bobbi stood as he was finally unzipped out of
his jumper and his blouse removed. As she turned him around she saw his
small nipples erect and rather red. "Oh honey the blouse really rubbed
your nipples. They look sore. Do they hurt?"

"I guess so. They kind of burn a little."

"Well, we have just the thing to stop that from happening anymore. See
that's why girls wear soft smooth vests like this one. It keeps their
blouses from rubbing their titties and making them sore," She responded
as she slipped the nylon vest matching the panties over his head and
arms.

"Mommy, why are you putting girl's clothes on me?"

"Honey, please now just be a good girl and don't argue. Since you have
to wear a girl's uniform to school this week I thought it would just be
a lot easier to be a girl all the time. Then you can feel like a real
girl and the kids at school will just accept you for being a real
girl."

Bobbi was just tired of fighting. He told them at school. He told his
Mother and sisters. He tried to tell his Dad but they wouldn't listen
to him. Maybe there was something wrong with him. But he knew he was a
boy and would never be a girl.

"But Mom, Dad was really mad today. I'll get a spanking from him if he
finds me in girls' clothes again."

"Sweetheart, don't you worry about your Dad. I've had a talk with him
and he's just fine with having three girls. Now slip this pretty top
on. Doesn't it feel soft and the pink looks so nice with your hair
color and eyes. And now, just step into this pretty skirt. I've always
loved this black pleated skirt on Carol and now it's all yours."

Bobbi accepted the sweater and skirt and then was handed pink socks to
slip on under the black Mary Janes. His Mother pulled the school ribbon
from his hair and brushing back the sides pinned them with pink
butterfly barrettes.

"My don't you look pretty. Your sister brought your assignments and
books home so why don't you get started on your homework while I finish
supper."

Bobbi or he guessed, Laurie Ann, neatly folded her skirt under her as
she sat at her desk to begin her homework assignments. She/he had
hardly begun when Carol entered his room. "Well, well," she began, "I
see how cute my new little sister looks all prim and proper doing her
homework assignments. Do you have any idea what they're saying about
you at school? Half of them think you're really a girl who was
pretending to be a boy. What do you think of that? I'm not even sure
you were ever my brother. Why don't you pull your panties down and
skirt up so I can see for sure."

"Carol, you know I'm a boy. I don't like being dressed like a girl and
having to wear girl's clothes. But, nobody will listen to me. Mommy
thinks I might be a girl inside me. But I'm not, at least I don't think
so. I wish you wouldn't tease me like you do. I didn't want to do this.
But now I have to go to school all week as a girl and Mommy wants me to
pretend to be a girl at home too."

"Oh now it's Mommy. You even sound like a little girl. I won't tease
you but I don't want you telling anyone I'm your sister or you're my
sister, understand?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"After supper tonight let me help you with your hair and we'll do our
nails. If you're going to have to be a girl at school then you should
at least be the best one you can. It'll be fun. You'll see."

"Yeah, maybe."

Supper was a quite affair. Little was said and when over Mary
instructed her three girls to clean the table and dishes as she had
some things to attend too. With another girl she was going to have to
redo her uniform for skirt and find her clothes for the rest of the
week.

When the girls were finished Carol announced, "Come on sisters lets get
the beauty parlor set up. We can do it in my room. I'll get some
curlers and nail polish. Beth get the manicure kit out of the
bathroom."

"Oh Yea!" Shouted Beth, "Let's play beauty parlor. Bobbi will you do my
nails?"

"Beth, this is Laurie Ann, not Bobbi," Carol corrected.

Laurie Ann was just acquiescent to the project. If he had to pretend to
be a girl then so be it. Someday he would be a boy again. He wouldn't
have to wear girls' clothes and play with dolls and get all prettied
up.

His sisters took charge. He had his nails cleaned and shaped and coated
with light pink polish. His hair was washed with sweet smelling shampoo
and put up in curlers. Carol brushed his hair out and then attached a
hairpiece in the form of a ponytail with the sides now in waves held in
place with barrettes. She even applied a light pink lip-gloss over his
lips that tasted like strawberries. Laurie Ann was caught up in the
moment as the girls giggled and played.

"Gee, this stuff tastes like real strawberries. How can you keep from
licking it off all the time," Laurie Ann remarked as she licked her
lips.

"Let's play dress up," Beth quarried. "Come on we can find Laurie Ann
some dresses and pretty clothes to wear."

Beth was already into the closet as Laurie Ann voiced a weak protest.
Carol was even into the moment seemingly to forget this was her brother
and an embarrassment to her at school.

Beth pulled out the white organza gown Carol had worn for her first
communion. "Hey let's see what Laurie Ann looks like in your communion
outfit. I'll bet she'll be real pretty. Come on Laurie Ann. I'll help
you get undressed while Carol finds the rest of her things."

Before Laurie Ann could protest she was standing there in her panties
and vest. Beth ran her hand over his pantied bottom and vested back,
"Oh Bo... I mean Laurie Ann those are so pretty. Don't they feel nice?"

Laurie Ann felt a stirring in his groin. He gladly accepted the full
slip being slid over his arms and head. The skirt of the slip was very
full and called a petticoat. He was appreciative of the coverage it
gave to his embarrassment. The slip reaching only to mid thigh it
spread out such that he could not see his pink painted toenails.

"I don't know if we should be doing this," Bobbi conjectured.

"Oh silly girl it's only pretending and tell me you don't want to see
how pretty you'll look all dressed. You'll look just like a bride, I'll
bet," Carol responded.

Laurie Ann did wonder even if Bobbi didn't. Soon he was having white
tights pulled up his legs and over his bum. They were tight on him and
as Carol examined his crotch she had to comment, "You even look like a
girl down there." Then she ran her hand between his legs on the guise
of smoothing the fabric through the crotch. What she didn't feel was a
penis as the tights and panties had it trapped and pushed back up
between his legs. He did even feel like a girl. She wondered if it
tickled him down there like when she touched herself.

In Less than fifteen minutes Laurie Ann stood clothed in the lovely
organza white gown underplayed with white satin. The gown weighted the
dress and pressed the folds of the slip against his thighs. The pearls
decorating the bust of the dress gave sparkle to the full effect. His
veil and small tiara pinned in his hair looked natural. The satin sash
was prettied in a large bow that buttoned to the back with the tendrils
trailing behind him. His feet were nestled in the white slippers with
tiny straps holding them to his feet. His hands were incased in the
tiny white gloves sporting the detail of small pearl pattern on the
backs. The short sleeves of the dress were puffed organza and the
collar was a lace ensemble with pearl trim. This was Laurie Ann!

He stood in front of the full-length mirror turning this way and that
to the uh's and awe's of his/her sisters. He was standing sideways kind
of bending backwards at the waist trying to view the back of his outfit
when his Mother stepped into the room. She remained silent as she
looked in awe at her beloved new daughter. She knew immediately that
Father Edward and the consular had been right. This was a girl, not a
boy. Tears formed in her eyes, which she fought back.

Mary finally regained her composure and spoke softly to Laurie Ann, "Oh
Laurie Ann, you're beautiful."

Laurie Ann turned towards his/her Mother as her cheeks reddened in
embarrassment, not of being seen in a dress but because he was enjoying
seeing himself dressed so beautifully. "Mo... Mommy I... I... do you
think so?"

"Oh yes baby your absolutely gorgeous, isn't she girls? Carol, go get
the camera. I have to have this picture."

"Mommy, Laurie Ann is pretty, huh? We did good, huh? I painted her
nails and even helped do her hair," Beth spoke with glee.

"Yes honey you did a terrific job. Don't you think so Laurie Ann?' Mary
replied.

"Mommy, we were just playing. Carol and Beth were doing my hair so I
wouldn't get teased at school if I have to wear a girl's uniform,"
Laurie Ann explained.

"Honey, it's ok. You're going to be all girl at school. No one will
ever believe you were a boy. No one is going to tease you. If they
could see you now they'd all know," Mary encouraged.

"But Mommy, I'm not a girl."

"Well you sure look like one now. And they way you were preening in
front of the mirror you looked just like every beautiful girl in a
beautiful outfit. Now let me get some pictures."

For the next half hour Laurie Ann was posed and photographed, sitting,
standing, and reclining while attempting to keep her skirts under
control. She was posed with her sisters amid the giggles and
spontaneity of a room full of pre-teen girls.

Finally things wound down. Mary directed the girls to help Laurie Ann
get undressed and then to get ready for bed. Mary's confidence in what
was happening to her new daughter was the right course of action. Now
all she had to do was convince his Father. She would get the photos
developed and show Paul how beautiful a new daughter he had. She would
probably have all kinds of medical and legal issues to deal with
because of this. But she knew now there was a sweet little girl buried
inside her son and she would see her brought out.




