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: If you like the story and story line let me know at: Laurie_annb@hotmail.com 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.