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   A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: pissymis.txt
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   Comments: Hi, I would love to share fantasies with readers about girls
from three to twelve.  I have two Alters inside.  Angel Starr and Kelly
Mac. Angel is from six to twelve and loves daddy's cock, diapers, and
spunk. Kelly is a Hermaphrodite.  This means she had both a cock and pussy.
She would love a daddy to write to and be sexy with.  Contact us at

   dadluvsu@Comcast.net
Story_codes: M/b/cross-dressing/diapers/masturbation/oral sex
Story_intro: Little Micheal comes to visit his cousin over the holidays.
Here he finds that he likes to cross-dress as a little girl and experience
sexy fun in his diapers.



   Hi all.  I wrote this story ten years ago.  It's about a 2 ½ year old
boy named Micheal who is cross-dressed into a little girl named Missy.  I
also talk about Alters, which I have.  I hope you enjoy it.



   Pissy Missy

   Written by Daddy Luv



   I had the great opportunity to take care of my cousin Michael during the
three day weekend.  It was special due to the fact that I had always felt a
kindred spirit within Michael, as well as the fact that he wore diapers
like myself.  His parents were ultra-liberal and felt that the task of
toilet training should not be hurried for their son.  I was pleased because
it allowed me the pleasure of seeing him romp around in diapers as well as
changing him on occasion.

   Michael and I felt very close, because he accepted the fact that there
were other "children" inside of me.  He didn't understand too well.  Why at
times I was five, six or twelve.  He enjoyed however, interacting with my
Alters that had made their presence known to him.  In fact, Robbie, who was
five felt like a big brother to Michael.  Jennifer was in a motherly way
with him and made sure he ate square meals before he had any treats.

   We had spent a busy morning on our first day as Michael needed some new
shoes.  He insisted that he be allowed to romp about the shopping mall in a
Mutant Ninja t-shirt and just his diapers.  In many ways, I was envious of
the little guy!  He had the freedom to wear his diapers in public without
shame or scorn.  The clerks were a bit timid to let him sit on their chairs
for his fittings, so I took out a pad and that seemed to please them.

   There is one thing that Michael does that is quit unique.  I have even
tried to imitate it, but with no success.  He can hook his favorite teddy
bear into his diaper so snug, that it never drops out!  I've even tried to
spy on him when he does this but his little eyes are quick to notice me.

   After we left the shoe store we of course, went to the toy store!  I
delighted in watching him poking here and there at his favorite toys.  He
picked out a Ninja Turtle doll and we both left the store talking about how
neat it was to fight bad guys.  Robbie came out and they both talked about
the adventures they would have fighting the Foot Clan and Shredder.

   When we got home I knew that Michael was in need of a change and nap.  I
too was tired so got his diapers on as fast as I could so I could take a
rest for awhile.  About an hour or so Karen, who is six, came out and
started dressing up.  This was not new to me as she dressed up often.  What
was new was that she was out when Michael was there.  As Karen pulled her
frilly rhumba panties on over her thick diapers, a small voice called
behind me.

   "Hi there." Michael said sleepily.  I turned around to see him rubbing
his eyes and noticed that his diaper was very soaked.

   Believe me, I was nervous at this encounter!  It was one thing for such
a little guy to meet a five year old in a big person, but another to see
his cousin in a dress and frilly panties!  Michael walked over and sat on
the bed.  I thought that he may have felt like he was having a dream so
spoke very softly.

   "Are you awake Michael?" This seemed the best thing to say.  He nodded
and pointed at me and giggled a bit.

   "Why are you wearing a dress?  Are you another person?" He asked kicking
his legs back and forth against the bed.  I was surprised that he was not
frightened.  It is so magical how small children can accept you on almost
any terms.

   "My name is Karen, I'm six." I heard the little girl inside of me say to
Michael.  At first I was going to stop her, but felt it would be better to
let her talk.

   "HI!  I'm Michael and I'm two and a half." He beamed with pride.  Karen
went over and climbed on the bed next to him.  She giggled and pointed to
his wet diapers.

   "I wear diapers too.  They get wet lots." With that, Karen lifted her
dress up and showed Michael her diapers.  He seemed fascinated with the
fact that his cousin also had girls inside of him.  I felt that before we
went any further I should come out and talk to Michael.

   "Your not afraid of Karen are you Micheal?" I asked holding his hand. 
He nodded no, and told me that it was okay "Because you're all my friends."
I felt like crying and hugged him tight.  I was about to ask him to leave
so I could change into street clothes when he said the strangest thing to
me.  It was both strange and very exciting.

   "Can I wear a dress like Karen?" He squirmed about the bed with a
mischievous grin on his fact.  I almost fell to the floor with that request
as it was a dream of mine to put my little cousin in a dress and such, but
I dared not!  I would have incredible fantasies of him romping around in a
party dress, his diapers soaking wet.  Now he was asking to be dressed as a
little girl.  Could I do it?  I could feel my dick getting hard as my mind
filled with images of the little guy dressed as a girl "I'll go for it." I
thought.  I knew that Michael would never tell his parents about our
adventures.  He never told them about Jennifer or Robbie.

   "You wanna play dress up?" I asked caressing his long brown hair.  He
nodded yes vigorously.  I felt my heart leap in aniticipation of his
answer. He nodded his head again and I could hear myself breathing fast. 
My fantasies were about to come true.

   We went to the closet were I had dresses that fit Karen's life size doll
Hilary.  Michael picked out a powder pink dress with white hearts all
about. It had a long sash to tie a pretty bow also.  Then we went to find
some frilly socks and he picked out a pair of white ones with pink bunnies
on them.  For his shoes he chose white mary janes with a star on the toe.

   "Isn't this a special treat Micheal?" I asked, patting his little
diapered bottom.  He smiled up at me and said "Uh-huh."

   "Uh...hay we got to pick out a name for you." I said as I placed the
dress and socks on the chair by the desk.  I wanted Michael to have the
honor of picking out his own name.  That was the special part of being
Alters, we choose our names.  Down deep inside I was praying that he
wouldn't pick the name Michelle.  So many people I knew like myself had to
have that name if their male name was Michael.  Michael looked in the
mirror, and standing there in his wet diapers waved and smiled.

   "Hi!  My name is Missy." He beamed and turned around seeking approval.
It was delightful!  I applauded his choice and just had to know were he got
it.

   "MIcheal, were did you find your name?" I asked.  I was surprised at his
body language after I asked that.  Missy hung her head and shuffled her
feet to and fro.  In a soft voice she replied.

   "Cause I'm Pissy Missy." When I heard this I bent down and kissed her on
the forehead.

   "Did some mean person say that to you?" I asked.  Taking Michael's hand
I lead him to the bed.  I was going to end this game because I could tell
Michael was upset.  However I wanted him to tell me that it was over.

   "Uncle Jeff called me that when we went over to his house.  I leaked on
his chair at dinner and he got really mad.' I could feel tears running down
Michael's cheeks and I hugged him tightly.

   Jeff was a very cruel member of the family and I thought Michael's
parents learned their lesson years ago about him.  My dealings with him
wern't fun either, but that's a different tale

   "There, there Michael your not "pissy" your a very good person and I
love you very much." I could tell that my words were sinking in.  I needed
to let him know that wearing diapers was not bad.

   "You know Karen wears diapers and she's not bad, is she?" He nodded no.
I told him how lucky he was that he could choose to use a diaper or go to
the bathroom.  "You know what's really special about you Michael?"

   "No what?" He sniffed.

   "You can carry your favorite friend anywhere you want to.  He's always
there when you need him.  I'm always there when you need me too." I said,
kissing him on the forehead.  I was going to ask him if he wanted to end
the game, but before I had the chance to, he asked me if he could still be
Missy.

   "Sure, you can be Missy as long as you want to, with me." This told him
that it was our secret and that we should only do it when we're together.
It was time to get Missy out of her very wet diapers!  I asked her if she
wanted the special girl diapers that were pink.  She nodded yes and shouted
"Pink diapers for Missy because I'm so Pissy!" I was pleased that she could
make a game out of a bad situation.  I knew, however that it would take
awhile for her to get over the negative feelings of her experiences.



   Undoing the sticky tapes from the soaked disposable I threw it into the
diaper pail in the closet.  I took lotion and smoothed it over Missy's
tender areas.  Inside, Karen was getting excited about touching her friends
"clitoris".  Karen, as well as many of the other girls inside saw my penis
as a clitoris.  I felt that was fine.  Missy's clitoris felt warm and
smooth in my fingers and I was thrilled to feel it stiffen.  Missy giggled
and squirmed about the bed and I rubbed the lotion into her skin.

   "That feels good." She whispered.

   "I like to touch you." I said as I wiped the excess lotion onto a towel.
Missy's little cock/clitoris was warm and inviting in my hand.  I could see
it growing as I masturbated my little cousin.  I had never considered
playing with him.  But seeing Micheal dressed as a little girl with his
cock in my hand really excited me.  Micheal/Missy squirmed around the bed
as I started to pump him.  He would whimper and his little hips rocked up
and down.  I could imagine how soft that cock/clitoris would feel in my
mouth.  I wanted to taste him.  Feel it.  Taste his wetness.

   What was I thinking!  It was one thing to have my little cousin in a
dress, but I was talking about molesting him.  He didn't seem to mind my
hand manipulating his cock though.  He looked so cute in that dress.  His
long brown hair flowing about his little head.  I just couldn't help
myself. I bent down and started to lick at his little head, pretending it
was a stiff clitoris.  Feeling his little pee hole in my mouth.  Tasting
his wetness in my mouth.  Missy breathed hard and looked at me.  I could
see wonder in "her" eyes.  She had never experienced something like this. I
sucked that little cock/clitoris for a few moments more, wishing he was old
enough to squirt.  Then taking my mouth from Missy's hardness, I smiled at
"her" and looked deep in her eyes.

   My little cousin was breathing hard.  Missy wanted me to continue but I
didn't I wanted to put her in a diaper as soon as possible.  I took one
from beside my bed.  Her little cock/clitoris was wet from both lotion and
my spit.  I then lifted up her little bottom and saw Missy stiff little
cock/clitty wobble back and forth.  Placing the front of the diaper over
her waste I heard a little sigh as the garment pressed against Missy's
stiffness.  Taping the diaper, I took the little child in my arms and we
kissed.

   "Did you like what I did to you down there Missy?" I asked holding her
tight.  She nodded her head yes and said.

   "It felt really good.  Why did you kiss me there?  That's where I go
pee-pee from." She made a little face.  I laughed and ruffled her hair.

   "Well, cause it looked so cute.  I just wanted to taste you down there.
Do you know what that's called?" I asked feeling her diapers rub against my
legs.  I could feel my own cock getting hard.  I had never considered sex
with my cousin.  I had always thought he and other little tots in diapers
were cute.  But never thought of it as a sexual thing.

   "No, What's it called?" Missy asked with a puzzled look on her face.

   "Well on a boy it's called a penis, or a cock.  On a girl it's called a
clitoris.  Can you say that?" My heart was pounding as I waited for the
little sweetheart to tell me.

   "A....a..cock and Clitoris." She repeated.

   "Very good Missy!  Now since you're a little girl now, it's called...."
I said

   "It's a clitoris." She answered.

   "That's right!  Good girl." I applauded and hugged her tightly

   "When your Micheal, a boy, what is it called?" I asked.

   "A cock." She beamed.  She was bouncing up and down on my hips and I
could feel my own cock getting harder.

   "Very good.  Now Missy, you gotta keep this a secret.  Just between you
and me okay?  Just like when you dress up." I said very softly.  The last
thing I wanted my little cousin to do was to repeat to his parents what we
had done.

   "Okay.  Secret.  I'm good at keeping secrets." She giggled.  Then Karen
came out.  She wanted to play too.

   "Hi Karen!" Missy giggled as she felt Karen touching her soft diapers I
was pleased that Missy was both accepting Karen and enjoying the time they
were spending.  Karen was happy because she had a playmate.

   "Now you got your diapers on so you don't wet all over." She said as she
hugged Missy.  Karen patted Missy's bottom.

   "Can I show you something?" Missy asked.  I nodded my head yes and
watched as she turned onto her stomach I watched as the little tot began to
rub her diapers back and forth against the bed.  I could have hit myself!
Micheal was used to pleasing himself inside his diapers.  I had watched
Michael do this many times and knew that he enjoyed his sexy time very
much. I was pleased that he felt secure enough to do it in front of me. 
Karen thought it would be fun to do the same as Missy.  So we turned onto
our stomach and began to rub our diapers against my bed along side my
little cousin.

   Missy turned her head and smiled as she watched me masturbate.  I took a
hold of her hand, and we both rocked back and forth against the mattress.
Both of our hips were really moving.  Missy was breathing hard as her
little bottom went up and down.  My own cock was rock hard against my
diapers.  I could feel my orgasm come on soon.  I decided to give Missy a
surprise.

   "Missy, I've got something to show you." I breathed.  Her little hips
kept moving up and down.  It was very hard to stop jerking off against the
bed.  But I wanted to show her my own cock.  I was nervous.  Afriad that
she might be afraid of it.  I sat up and started to pull my plastic panties
down.  She saw the huge bulge inside my diapers and gasped.

   "What's that?" She said, pointing to my hardness.  I told her it was my
cock.  Instead of being afraid Missy squealed.

   "Me wanna see!  Me wanna see!" She was still rubbing her little diapered
dick against my bed.  I started to unpin my diaper and out my cock sprang.
Missy's eyes grew wide as she saw her first adult cock.  I started to
stroke it up and down as I watched her rocking against the bed.

   "Keep playing with yourself Missy." She looked at me with a buzzled
face.

   "Kept rocking against the bed.  That's called playing with yourself."
She smiled and did just that.  My fist went up and down against my hardness
as I watched the little boy/girl all dressed up in diapers jacking off. 
Something inside snapped.  A week ago I would never have done this with my
little cousin.  But here I was, watching him/her getting excited over
seeing my cock.

   "It's soooo big!" She squealed.  I moaned and continued to pump.  I knew
I was about to cum so told Missy what that was.

   "Missy.  I'm gonna shoot some sticky stuff from my cock.  See that
little eye in front there?" I pointed to my leaking head.  Missy nodded. 
"Well just watch as it cums out.  It won't hurt you.  I promise." I was
breathing really hard with anticipation at cuming all over my little
cousin. He looked so sweet dressed as a little girl.  His hips continued to
rock against my bed as I pumped up and down and up and down.  Then I felt
the first wave of cum hit me.

   "Here it cums Missy!  My cum, just for you." I was moaning and jerking
back and forth as my cum started to spurt.  It landed on her hair and face
and dress.  There was so much of it!  I think it was the most I've ever
cum. Missy giggled and reached over to touch my twitching cock.  I sighed
as I felt her tiny hand touching my cock.  She stuck her finger on top of
my pee hole as the last of my cum squirted out.  Then, Missy brought her
fingers to her lips and licked it off.

   "Mmmm.....yummmy!" She said with excitement.  "Do it again!" She
demanded.  I was huffing and puffing.  Coming down from my sexual high.  I
told Missy it would take awhile for me to do it again.  She looked
disappointed.  I ruffled her hair and told her it would be soon.

   I looked at my little cross-dressed cousin and smiled.  "She" was a
gooey mess.  Her dress was covered in my cum.  Her face was dripping with
it as well.  I took my cloth diaper and started to whip it off her face. 
There was nothing I could do about the dress except...have Missy put on
another one.  I told her it was dress up time again and she scurried from
the bed.  I took off her soaked dress and she squaled

   "It's dress up time." Missy said.  There she was in only her diapers. 
She stood still for her dressing.

   First on was a new pretty pink dress which just fit her.  She twirled
about the bedroom even before I could get it buttoned!

   "My pretty dress!  I'm Missy and I've got my pretty dress on." She
shouted.  I had to snatch her up and plop her down onto the bed.  After
getting the sash tied I put some new frilly socks on as well as getting her
mary janes in place.  There was something missing so I asked Missy if she
wanted a ribbon in her hair.  She said she did and picked out one that
matched her dress.  I brushed her hair and styled it in a pony tale placing
the bow to hold it still.

   Now she was complete so we went over to the mirror and stared at a big
little girl and a boy who was a little girl.  She was so delightful that I
asked her permission for a picture.  Missy was so excited that she pulled
her dress up over her head to reveal a very wet diaper.

   "I think you need a change." I said.  She came over to me and whispered
in my ear.  "Can you keep a secret?" I told her yes of course, "That's what
best friends are for." Missy then told me that, deep down inside she liked
to be wet and "'specially to feel pee-pee running in her diapers." I told
her that I knew what she was saying and that it was great too.  I let
little Pissy Missy run about the house in her wet diapers

   We both were hungry from all the excitement so we ordered a pizza.  I
told Missy that she could be dressed up as long as she wanted, but that I
had to change for the pizza.  "Some people may not understand about "Inner
People" like you do." she seemed accepting of me changing but not of the
idea that others didn't understand.

   "They's stupid." She huffed and I nodded yes.

   When the Pizza got there I decided to just wear a t-shirt and diapers.

   "I think that you should wear a pretty shirt right now Missy so you
don't get your dress dirty." She was reluctant to do so but really didn't
want to ruin her dress.  I rummaged throw my closet and found a cute
tee-shirt for her Missy was wearing a Rainbow Brite t-shirt with her
diapers as we scarfed the pizza down.  We also had a Coke drinking contest.
Being able to store more food and drink, little Missy won.  I was going to
take her into the bedroom for a change before the dinner, but decided not
too.  It was exciting seeing her there in a very wet diaper.  By the time
we were done, she had soaked herself once again.  To the point where she
leaked all over my couch.  It was getting time for bed so I asked Missy

   "Would you like to wear a cloth diaper tonight?" She nodded her head yes
and I told her that she needed to take a bath first.  I got the water ready
and put some bubble bath in it.  She was in the bathtub as I was getting
her night clothes out.  I was wondering how far I could go with her.  Would
she let me put my cock in her precious little mouth?  As I mulled this over
A little voice called "Can I play with your cock again?" My heart jumped.
She really wanted to play with it again!  It was as if she was getting a
special treat.

   "Sure, you can sweetheart" I was breathing hard as I walked into the
bathroom.  There the little tyke was, sitting in the warm tub.  Bubbles all
around her naked body.  Micheal, the boy I had grown to love; looked so
delightful as a little girl.  His hair was still done up in a pony tail.  I
could imagine him/her runnig around town dressed as a pretty little girl
and no one knowing that "she" was a he.

   I was naked myself and once again Missy gasped as her eyes gazed upon my
hard cock.

   It's sticking out again." She giggled and splashed in the tub.  I came
over and knelt down.  My cock was just at eye level with the little tot.  I
slowly put my hand in the warm water and found my cousin's little
cock/clitoris.  It was soft and squishy, but not for long.  I started to
fondle it up and down.  The water moved in gentle waves.  Missy, the little
girl I had grown to be fond of; started reaching out for my cock.  I
couldn't stop myself even if I tried.

   I felt her soft hands touching my cock.  I shuddered as this special
little child started to play with me.  My hips moved back and forth as she
tried to manipulate my cock up and down.  It was a wonder she could even
move it.  But she tried her best.  Little Missy cock/clitoris started
getting hard as well.  I continued to fondle that soft flesh as pump up and
down.  Her little balls were tight against her body.

   "It feels nice." She said.  Her hand going up and down my cock.  I
didn't know if she meant her playing with my cock or me playing with her
little stiffness.  Either way, it was heaven.  The water splashed back and
forth as little Missy hips jerked.  I could feel her hot breath against my
cock head.  I wanted her to taste it.  I had turned into a Pedophile over
night.  All because my little cousin was turned into a little girl.  But oh
what a little girl she was!

   "Missy, can you kiss it for me?" I shuddered.  She looked up at me and
scrunched her face.  I told her it would make me feel really good like I
was making her feel.  Delicatly little Missy started to dart her tounge out
towards my cock head.  I moaned as I felt the first flicks come into
contact.  I patted her head as she tried to kiss and lick my cock.

   "Oh Missy, your doing so good!  Just kiss and lick it like I licked
you." She nodded her little head up and down.  My hand was working hard
against her little cock/clitoris.  She kept rocking her hips back and forth
making the water splash over the tub.

   I wondered if I could go further with her.  Could she take my cock head
in her tot mouth?  I thought I'd give it a try.  I started to nudge at her
lips and she caught on fast.  Her little mouth opened and my cock head
eased it's way in.  I didn't force it in.  I just let it sink in.  Missy
then started to suck harder against me.  Her little tounge working it's
magic over my cock.  I held onto her pony tail with one hand as my other
worked her over down in the water.  She was whimpering through her sucks
and I knew she would cum in her own way.

   Then I started to feel my own cum reach it's peek.  I told Missy that I
was gonna make the white goo like I did before.

   "Will you be a brave girl/boy and drink it for me?  Taste it like you
did this afternoon?" I breathed getting ready to blast off.  Missy nodded
her head yes.  I took a hold of my cock and started to pump it up and down.
Her own little hands were still there so I had the added turn-on of feeling
them against my cock.  I pulled it from her lips and told her to open wide.

   "Here it comes little Missy!  Eat my cum!  Taste it!" I graoned.  Then I
felt wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure hit me.  My cum started to spill
out in ropy strands.  Missy opened her mouth as wide as she could.  Taking
my cum on her tounge and in her mouth.  She had a little bit of trouble
swallowing it but soon got the hang of taking my laod in her mouth.  As I
felt the last drops of my cum spray out, little Missy hips jerked back and
forth.  She let loose a deep moan and I knew that the little toddler was
cumming.

   My cum was dripping from her face.  So I took a soft washcloth and wiped
it off.  Then I lifted her from the tub and dried my little cousin off,
paying close attention to the little stiff cock/clitoris.

   We head for my bedroom and Missy was so happy to see a cloth diaper and
plastic panties on the bed.  She told me that her parents only let her wear
disposable diapers.

   "I got to wear a cloth one at grandmas and it felt really warm even when
it was wet." Well, I couldn't deprive this special little tot her sweet
pleasures.  Taking Missy in my arms, I layed her on the bed.  There next to
herwere several cloth diapers, some pins, and a pair of frilly pink plastic
panties.  These were forgotten for a moment when Missy's eyes caught onto a
soft silky, baby doll nighty.

   "Is that for me?" She whispered.  She was so amazed that her cousin
would let her play dress up as long as she wanted to.

   "Of course Missy." I answered taking her up and placing her onto the
soft white diapers.  She reached down and pulled them up over her waste but
I reminded her that she still needed lotion.

   "Oh goody!  I like lotion.  It makes me all warm inside." She kicked her
feet apart so I could have plenty of space to put the lotion on.

   I squirted it onto her and started smoothing it about.  Once again her
little "clitoris" rose in response.  I bent down and kissed her clitoris
for a few minutes which caused her to squirm.  I wanted to suck on her till
she came again, but it was way past her bedtime.  Instead I let her reach
down and feel her clitoris for a few minutes.

   "Are you done playing Missy?" I asked softly after a few moments.  I
wanted to let her know that she could have as much time as she needed to
play with herself.  She told me she was done for now and wanted her diapers
on.

   Wrapping her snugly in the soft cloth I pinned both sides of the diaper.
Missy felt the cloth all over and squirmed about the bed.  I could tell
that they were something she enjoyed greatly.

   "Now for your plastic panties." I said, as I gently grabbed her by her
wiggly legs and pulled one of them inside the pants.  Missy stopped her
squirming and looked at the pants as if for the first time.  I realized
that, like the cloth diapers, plastic panties were unknown to her.  She
reached down and caressed the plastic and began to pull them up herself.

   "These feel so nice.  Can I wear these all the time I'm here?' She asked
with a pleading look on her face.

   'Of course, You're my little girl and you need the proper protection." I
said as I pulled the panties up snug around her thick night diapers.  Then
I took the sheer baby doll nightie and pulled it over her head.  It was
blue and had a teddy bear on the front.  Missy seemed to really enjoy the
garment and like the dress, twirled it about.  Before we went to bed we had
some ice cream.  Chocolate of course!  I even made a bottle for my little
friend.  Missy took her bottle like a pro, and I couldn't keep the nipple
in her mouth enough.

   As we spent the evening with me feeding a little girl, who hours before
was a boy.  I reflected on how this could change Michael.  Unlike other
kids from very liberal families, Michael was not a brat.  He understood
limits, but enjoyed new challenges.  Was this play time a new challenge? 
My mind was snapped back when I noticed that Missy often put her hand down
her diapers.

   "Are you getting a rash Missy?" I asked, taking the bottle from her
mouth.  She said no and that what she was doing was feeling good.  "Like
when you touch me down there." I smiled and said.

   "Do you want some private time?" I asked, placing the bottle on the
counter.  "No, I wanna snuggle with you and rub my diapers." She said with
excitement.  I had wondered if having all this sexy with Michael was a
little too much.  I would never ever do anything to hurt my little cousin.
In this case I felt that we had become so close and that we trusted each
other with deep secrets.  He was very special to me, as was "Missy" and I
wanted them to feel comfortable in expressing themselves.

   "What do you want to do?" I asked putting the bottle down on the table.

   "Can I lay down on your bed and rub my diapers?" He asked shyly.

   "Sure, do you want me to stay here."

   "No I want you to rub too, like before." He giggled.

   I carried him to the bedroom and turned the light down low.  I watch the
little boy in girls clothing climb to one side of the bed and begin to rub
his diapers vigorously against the bed.  I watched him for a few moments
and then he stopped.  "I want you to do it to!" It was more an order then a
request, so I got next to him and began to rub myself against the bed too.
It was then that Karen came out and said hello.  "I like to rub my diapers
on the bed." She giggled.  Missy put her hands down on the front of her
diapers and stopped.

   "Wait!' She said.  In a moment Karen could hear the squirt, squirt, of
pee as Missy wet her diapers.

   "You're wetting your diapers!" Karen gasped and stopped to do the same.
Then they resumed rubbing against the bed.  Little Missy's bottom was going
up and down as she felt her clitoris rub hard against the wet cloth
diapers. Karen felt the same as her clitoris began to squirt it's juice all
over her diapers.

   "Wee!  Does that feel good." She sighed and stopped her movements. 
Missy rubbed for a few more minutes and stiffened up.  Karen knew that her
friend was having a dry orgasm and she patted her on her plastic panties.
Both kids turned to look at each other and kissed.

   After things hand calmed down I came out and was about to take Missy to
her own room when she began to insist on staying with me.  I propped myself
up on my pillows and little Missy snuggled herself right on top of me.  In
a matter of moments we were both fast asleep.  Before Missy's eyes closed
shut though, she whispered in my ear.  "I really love you."

   On Sunday we went to the amusement park and beach.  The morning was much
the same as the other night in that I had a very wet kid to change.  Missy
was so wet that she had leaked all over her nightie as well as me!  Not to
worry, as Karen had done the same.

   Before we got ready to go I asked Michael whether he wanted to go to the
park as a boy or a girl.  He pleaded that he be allowed to go as Missy as
he felt more free as Missy.  In many ways I knew what he was saying.  There
were not all the demands of "being a man" when your a girl.  You can be
soft and giggly without being scolded.  So Missy it was.  I let her wear
her party dress and thick cloth diapers with pink Rhumba plastic panties.
Her spirits were so high for this trip and I caught her happiness very
fast.

   We put together a diaper bag, picnic lunch, some beach toys and a
t-shirt for her to wear while at the beach.  The shirt said "I'm Diaper
Girl" and had a picture of a super hero in diapers.  When we got to the
park we first checked out the rides that Missy could go on.  She was a bit
disappointed at the fact that she couldn't go on the roller coaster.  She
did like the fun house and was amazed at the mirrors that made her tall. 
She even pulled her dress up to see how big her diapers would be.  Some
older boys laughed but she just stuck her tunge out at them.

   As we strolled from place to place, Missy was carried on my shoulders. I
could feel her soft plastic pants rubbing against the back of my neck and
she knew it.  Every once in awhile she would giggle, especially when she
wet herself.  I could tell that she wanted to wet till she leaked so gave
her plenty to drink.  It was a very hot day anyway.

   On the kiddie rides Missy would make sure her dress was pulled up so
other kid could see her diapers.  I felt like discouraging her from doing
this.  Then remembered how much I wanted to do it!  I didn't know how long
"they" would have the pleasure of wearing diapers, but felt they should
enjoy it as much a possible.

   What was really fun to watch was the times Missy stopped dead in her
tracks and bounce up and down.  I knew that she was really going!  On one
occasion a little old lady caught on to this and came to me.  She had a
stern look on her face so I knew that words would be exchanged, at least on
her part.

   "Young man, see hear, she's too old to be wearing those." Missy caught
onto what was happening and I feared that she would begin to cry.  How
wrong I was!  Missy began to twirl about singing "I'm Pissy Missy, and
you're a prissy." My face was red, but deep inside I was applauding her. 
Missy's behavior caused the lady to step back a bit.  She then turned her
heals and sculked off.

   After missy finished dancing I had to give her a playful swat.

   "You're getting to be a very mischievous girl, ar'nt you Missy?" Michael
could tell that I was teasing him as well as making a very definite
distinction.  Michael was, by no means a shy little boy, but he would never
draw too much attention to his diapers.  We had talked about the fact that
there were kids his own age who "Went to the potty."

   "Why do I still wear diapers?" He asked me one time.  I tried to explain
to him as best I could why.  At first I was going to tell him about muscles
and stuff like that but thought against it.

   "Hay Michael you can run really good can't you?" I asked.  He gave me a
funny look.

   "Yah I can run pretty good." He said not knowing what running had to do
with diapers.

   "Does Stephine run good?" Stephine was his best friend at day care.  She
too wore diapers.

   "Naw, She can't run no how." He chirped.

   "Well some kids take awhile to learn how to run good like you.  It's the
same for the potty.  Some kids take awhile to learn how to use the potty
good but when they do it's okay.  It doesn't mean your bad or a baby." I
said but then added

   "That is, unless you want to be a baby sometimes." He knew what I was
talking about as we played "baby" games sometimes.

   With that said, he seemed happy, and even a bit proud that he was
learning something.  Missy on the other had really enjoyed the fact that
she wore diapers and was having a grand time at it.

   Instead of going to designated changing areas we decided to go to the
truck as this afforded a little more privacy.  Missy had soaked herself
once again.  In her diaper bag I had tons of diapers and a few pairs of
plastic panties.  I picked out a pair of pink Rubber Duckies and she seemed
pleased with the choice.

   As I pinned the diaper on Missy, she sucked deeply on a bottle of milk.
We had talked about whether she wanted a bottle or two for the trip and she
was insistent on it.  After I pulled the panties up over her diapers and
got her into her Diaper Girl shirt I pulled her close to me and took a hold
of the bottle.  "You're a very special little person Missy." I whispered.
Missy looked up at me with questioning eyes.  I wanted Michael to know that
this was just a game and that, in reality, I loved him for who he was.  I
didn't want him to feel that, being a girl was the only thing in the world.

   In my own life, my parents wanted a girl.  When they were presented with
a boy, they immediately drilled it in my head that I was much better being
a girl.  I wore dresses and frilly panties and was called by girl names.  I
was very confused and hurt.  I didn't want Michael to end up like me.

   I told them that what mattered was that we loved each other and that
games were fun and pretend was fun.  Sometimes it was time to stop games
and be serious.  Missy's eyes widened in fear that the game was over.

   'Right now we're playing the game but later we have to stop and just be
us." She seemed to understand.  I caressed her cheek and once again fed her
a bottle.  We were both very much relaxed and in love.

   We decided to save the beach for Monday.  It was the Fourth of July and
there was going to be a big fireworks blowout.  On Sunday night I insisted
that Michael be himself but promised that he could wear his nightie to bed.
I had put it on the clothes line, and it still had that fresh pee-pee
smell.

   Of course Michael romped about the house in his diapers and favorite
t-shirt.  There was nothing on the tube so we went to the video store and
rented a few Ninja Turtle cartoons.  Robbie came out and both he and
Michael really grooved on the video.

   "I like Splinter 'cause he's so smart." Robbie said.

   "The turtles are all good fighters and he's an old rat." Countered
Michael.

   "Is not!" Robbie challenged.

   "Is so." retorted Michael.  Jennifer could sense that two very young
ego's were about to collide.

   "Now you two stop that right now." She chided.  Michael knew better then
to fight with Jennifer.  She never hurt him, it was just that when she said
do something, you did it!

   "We have a long day ahead of us little guy." I said as the credits
rolled by.  I wanted both of us to get some sleep as the beach that I
wanted to go to was a few miles away.

   "Can I be Missy now!" Michael beamed getting up from the floor.  I
looked down to see a very big wet spot on the pad I had placed there.

   "Of course you can.  You've been a very good boy tonight and even ate
all of your vegies so you can be Missy." I took his hand and lead him into
the bathroom.  I drew a both and helped him wash off.  I usually let
Michael take his bath by himself but tonight I wanted to help him.  I
wanted to touch his hard little cock again too.  I had resisted doing that
as I changed Missy in the car, but now I really wanted to play with him.

   I started to stroke his little cock/clitoris as I did the night before.
He beamed at me and began to thrust his little hips against my fingers.

   "That feel good." He said softly.  I pulled my own pants down and his
little hand started to touch my hard cock.  I asked him if he needed to go
potty and he said yes.  I picked him up and placed him on the toilet and
asked him to suck me like he did the night before.  Micheal/Missy started
to kiss my cock head again.  It felt so wonderful having those little lips
press against my cock.  Then, I could hear the little tyke peeing in the
toilet.  This caused me to get harder.  I rocked my hips back and forth
against my cousin's face and he opened his mouth up once again.

   "That's it sweetheart!  Just like you did last night.  Suck it!" I
moaned.  I could feel his little tounge working back and forth against my
ccck head.  He was getting to be a good little cocksucker.  I didn't know
who was better.  He or Missy.  It didn't matter then.  I just loved the
feeling.  I reached under the toilet seat and brought his little stiff
cock/clitoris out and began to play with it.  The little tot worked even
harder against me.

   I could feel his little hands working on my balls as I rocked my hips
back and forth against his mouth.  I had visions of Micheal dressed as
Missy.  All pretty in her party dress.  With diapers on.  This spurred me
on and soon I could feel my cum reaching out to blast off.

   "It's gonna cum again sweetheart.  Do you wanna swallow it?" I asked. 
My little cousin's head rocked up and down so I took a hold of my cock and
started pumping.  I worked it up and down and up and down and felt my cum
begin to squirt.

   Little Missy came out and started to giggle as my cum sprayed her tiny
face.  I could see the wonder sparkle in her eyes.  I started to paint my
little cousin's body full of my cum.  She laughed and grabbed a hold of it
and helped.  Then, as the last of my cum started to bubble out, little
Missy wrapped her mouth around my cock.  Swallowing the last of my goo.

   After toweling little Missy off, she sprinting into the bedroom.  I told
her to wait and I took her hand and we walked into the room together.

   "Being Missy is something special isn't it?" I asked seeing the happy
smile on her face.

   "Uh-uh.  I get to play with your cock when I'm Missy.  I like the gooey
stuff.  It's good." I patted Missy on the head.  As I got diapers out for
her.  She got on the bed and listened to what I had to say.

   "When your Missy your just as special as you are when your Michael. 
You're a beautiful person to me and, if you were my son I'd let you wear
diapers anytime you wanted.  But someday you'll be potty trained and won't
need these." I held up the four diapers and slipped them under her bottom.
She looked forlorn at the prospect of loosing her security.

   'I want you to know that, when your with me you can be Missy in diapers
or Micheal in diapers whenever you want to.  Also I want you to be able to
enjoy sex too with me or yourself.  But I want you to make that choice.  I
will never diaper you without your permission.  Or have sex with you
without your permission" I smiled down at the little tot who was listening
very intently.

   'Can I really be potty trained and wear diapers too?" She asked in
amazement.

   "Yes you can, but I think you should only be diapered in your private
times, or with me.  That is, when your potty trained.  Also, I think you
should keep our sex play a secret too.  A lot of people wouldn't
understand" I said softly.  Missy got that I was being serious and she
"buttoned her lips".

   I then pinned the diapers on and pulled up a pair of printed plastic
panties.  They had little dollies on them and Missy seemed to like them
very much.  During our playtime I noticed that her voice was a little
higher when he was Missy.  When I slipped the pee-pee stained nightie on
Missy, I could tell very well that Missy was very strong willed.  In fact,
I learned very fast that the way Missy "Came out" was by saying "I'm Pissy
Missy!"

   A very good friend of mine who is a Psychotherapist, has worked with
Multiples and Alters for many years.  It is his theory that everyone has
the potential to have Alternate selves.  This is especially true when
children have their first sexual fantasies or encounters.  I think that
Michael was creating his own alternate Self and her name is Missy.  When I
first caught onto this I was very frightened.  I felt that I may have
traumatzied Michael.  But as I watched him in his dress up time I learned
that it was a very positive thing.  He enjoyed it and that was what matter.


   As I was thinking about this, Missy was prancing about the room in her
diapers and plastic panties.  She very much enjoyed the security and
comfort of her diapers, as did I.

   "Hay little one, it's time for your nightie." I said.  With this we
played a "Catch me if you can." game.  Missy running about the house in her
diapers and me trying to snatch her up and into her nightie.  We came back
to the bedroom and I was tackled onto the bed by the little tot and felt
her smooth plastic panties rub right up against my face.  It was not hard
to feel, or smell that she was very wet.  I hugged her close to me and
kissed her panties.  This caused Missy to squirm about and thrust her
diapers all about my chest.  She then snuggled down on top of my chest and
began to rub herself all about.

   "Are you really excited Missy?" I asked.

   I cupped her panty clad bottom and felt the wetness spread all about. 
Being so young, I knew that it wouldn't take her long to have a climax.  I
was right and I felt her body stiffen as it did the previous night. 
Patting her bottom I congratulated her and thanked her for sharing that
with me.  Tucking Missy in, I kissed her on the lips and chose a story to
read.  She wanted to hear a Rainbow Brite story, which was a turn about
from Ninja Turtles.  As I finished the story I could hear her soft
breathing and knew she was fast asleep.  Gently pulling the covers back I
too got into bed and felt Missy snuggle near me once again.

   It was a glorious Fourth of July morning.  The fog had lifted by ten and
we were just about to get on our way.  At breakfast we played a little word
game

   "Lots of pancakes, thank you much." Missy said sitting at the table in a
very soaked diaper.

   "Diaper change first.  Thank you much!" I laughed.  So once again we
toddled off to the bed room and got a very wet person changed.  I decided
to go neutral on the plastic pants and chose yellow.  I wanted to talk to
Michael/Missy at breakfast and thought that it would be easier with those
type of pants on.

   "A boy, or girl can wear yellow yah know." I told them as they fussed
about the color.  As I watched Michael munch on a piece of bacon I told him
my plan.  "We're gonna go to the beach, but first I want to talk to you
about who is going to go." Michael put the bacon down and listened.

   "I think that there should be time for both you and Missy to play today.
What I want to do is have a few hours for you and a few hours for Missy. 
You like to go on rides in the truck so I think you should be a boy until
we get to the beach.  When we get there Missy can wear her t-shirt and
printed panties.  is that okay for you?" Michael nodded and then thought
for a moment.

   "Can I be Missy at the fire works?" I had thought about this as I was
either going to let him be Missy then, or when he went to bed that night.

   "Well Michael, you have to choose whether you want to be Missy then, or
when you go to bed.  You can't be Missy all the time." I knew what his
answer was going to be.

   "Why not!  I like being Missy." I took his hand and calmed him down.

   "MIchael, I know you like being Missy but your really a little boy.  You
just pretend to be a little girl.  There's nothing wrong with playing
pretend, but you can't do it all the time." Michael knew that what I was
saying was true but I felt sorta bad for him.  I wished that he could be
Missy all the time as I had grown very attached to her.  This didn't mean I
didn't love Michael, I did.  I just felt very close to Missy.

   "I wanna be Missy at the fireworks.' He finally said.  I was surprised
that he answered so fast and that he was happy.  After putting the dishes
in the sink we got our gear together.  Along with the diapers and usual
stuff there was Micheal's Ninja shirt and doll.  There was also Missy's
shirt and a little doll that I bought for her at the park.  On our way down
Michael talked about how great the weekend was.

   "I'm glad you're my cousin 'cause you let me be me and also someone
else, like you." I was very pleased that Michael found pleasure in his
exploration.  Kids should have the opportunity to explore all aspects of
themselves and their worlds.  Of course, I don't encourage Michael to
explore things that would be too grown up for him.  But dressing up and
playing pretend is a natural aspect of life.  Most of all, its fun.

   We talked about how neat the fire works would be and I could hear Missy
peaking out a few times.  I told her that she was appreciated but now was
not her time.  She seemed to take this okay.

   We stopped off at MacDonalds and Michael had the great pleasure of
meeting Ronald MacDonald himself!  Michael got an autograph picture and a
hug.  At first Ronald was not to happy about hugging a wet diaper boy but
Michael was very good not to get his pal wet.

   The beach was, of course crowded but we did manage to find a nice spot.
Before getting there though, I had pulled off to a roadside rest and took
Michael into the bathroom.  He was so cute carrying his diaper bag.  As I
got the stuff out for him I also took out my own change.  I knew that, on
the Fourth of July bathrooms would be next to impossible to go to at the
beach.  Besides, they probably had only porta potties and I hate those!

   "Why don't we put these on in the car?" asked Michael.  I told him that,
I would indeed put his on in the car but not too many people would be happy
if I put mine on there.  He puffed and once again said they were "Stupid."
After I got myself ready I took Michael back to the car.  I noticed a big
burly guy with a cigar and a bunch of tattoos waiting his turn.  In fact
there were several people waiting.  With a grin on my face, I held up my
wet diaper and shouted "I never have to wait!" Then plunked the diaper into
the can.  Both Michael and I laughed at the looks on the peoples faces as
we left.

   I could tell how excited he was at the chance to be Missy.  I couldn't
get his diapers on fast enough!  I had another pair of printed panties with
horses on them.  When I pulled his t-shirt on I said "My, my, your still
Michael arn't you?" With that he said his magical words.

   'No I'm not, I'm PISSY MISSY!" She had said it so loud that I was a bit
afraid someone would hear.  I shrugged my shoulders and just laughed.

   "Your are very much a Pissy Missy." I said in a low voice.  I bent down
and rubbed my noise to hers, Eskimo style, which caused her to giggle.

   When we found our place at the beach Missy was carrying a bucket with
sand toys and a shovel.  I helped her get the things set up and then
smoothed a blanket out.  We went down to the water and got some wet sand
and started making a sand castle.  Missy was very skilled at putting the
sand in their containers but had a tough time getting it to conform.  She
accepted my help, and was very pleased when another kid came by to play.

   "Hi, My names Jason." He said.  Jason was about three and was only
wearing a pair of Batman underpants.  I noticed that he was very tan.  I
thought that he must spend a lot of time at the beach.

   "Hi, My name's Robert and this is my cousin Missy." When I said this
Missy giggled very loudly.  Jason just wrinkled his noise and joined in.

   "I'm two and half." Missy said as she poured some sand out.  I could
tell that she was getting a big kick out of all this.  I could just imagine
what her little brain was saying.  "He's so silly!  I'm really a boy and he
thinks I'm a girl." Jason, Missy and I continued to build a sad castle for
a few moments.  Then Jason blurted out.  "I have to wear diapers too." He
didn't seem upset about his revelation, but wanted to see what our reaction
would be.

   "You're not wearing one now." Missy said as she pointed to his briefs.
Jason then told us that he wore his diapers at night.  "'Cause I wet the
bed."

   "I wear mine all the time!  I'm never gonna stop." Missy giggled.  I
gave her a stern look which told her she was being too open.  Before Jason
could comment his mother came by and we told her how great Jason was.

   "Why thank you.  You guys seemed like you were having fun." I then
introduced myself.  "And this is my cousin Missy." Missy smiled but
couldn't help but giggle once again.  I apologized and told her she had
caught the giggle bug the other day.  With that Jason and his mother bid us
a hasty farewell.

   "Yuong lady, you should be taught some manners!" I scolded.  Missy
smiled and came over to give me a hug.  I held her back as she was covered
with sand.

   "Knowing you silly, you've got it all inside your diaper." I did the
customary check which caused her little "button" to stiffen once again. 
She was, of course very wet, but I wanted to wait for awhile for my diapers
to be wetter before we made a trip.

   As we crashed on the towel I noticed that Missy was beginning to rub
herself on the towel.  "Mich..." I almost goofed by calling her Michael. 
"I mean Missy that's something you do at home, in private." I could tell my
words wern't getting through(gee I wonder why?) "Missy!" I shouted as I
swatted her hard on the bottom.  I knew she was well padded, but I also
knew that I had hit my mark.  "OUCH!  why you do that." She sniffed,
rubbing her bottom.

   "Missy, it's not cool to rub your diapers in public." I then looked at
her straight in the eye.  "It's okay to rub your diaper, but you do that at
home." I winked and hugged her to let her know that I wasn't mad at her.  I
just wanted to let her know were things stand.

   About four O'Clock we packed up to go to the fire works.  I knew that we
could have stayed at the beach but wanted Missy and I to be as private as
possible.  I knew of a special place by work that was great for watching
the fireworks so we drove right to it.  It took us about two hours to get
back to town and Michael had a chance to be with me.  He was excited about
being Missy at the fireworks.  We stopped at a semi-fancy restaurant and I
hated having to put Michael into his sweat pants.  He hated it too.  I had
Bar-B- Qued chicken and Michael had a kids Spaghetti plate.  He loved
rolling the meat balls too and fro on his plate, and I let him play for a
few moments.  I loved to watch him slurp his spaghetti.  After dinner, we
stopped at an ice cream parlor and shared a sundae.

   It was about eight thirty and time for Missy to get dressed.  I let her
wear her nightie as it was a very warm night and put on her favorite Rhumba
panties.  Because we would be outside, I braught some slippers with
Garfield on them.  There was hardly anyone about, and no one was at our
spot so I felt I could be intimate with Missy.

   I held her close to me and kissed her ears.  I even playfully bit them.
Missy giggled and squirmed about the hood of the car.  She had drank a lot
of soda all day and two big glasses of milk at dinner.  I knew I was going
to have one very wet little girl on my hands.

   "When they gonna come?" She asked titling her head to one side.  I could
tell that I had one tired little tot on my hands.  I also knew that when
those fireworks came out she would be wide awake!

   "Soon Missy, they'll be here soon." At that moment I felt her gentle
hands caressing my legs.  I was Beginning to get a stirring and felt like
taking the chance.  I un zipped my shorts and Missy's hand went straight
for me.  I too had my hand down inside her diapers.

   I could feel her body squirm back and forth and kissed her on the lips.
"Missy I really love you and Michael.  You're very special to me.  Even
though her clitoris was very hard I felt the wet trickle of warm pee
running all over my hand.  Because I had her panties opened a bit, the
wetness leaked all over my shorts and Missy's fingers.

   The slickness of the pee against her fingers made it easier for her to
move up and down on me.  Our breathing grew heavier and as I held her tight
and felt her dry orgasm set off my own spurting, the fireworks began. 
Missy's eyes lit up.

   "OOOH WOW!  That's neat!" She shouted.  I was still breathing hard from
my climax and had to get my mind back.  I pulled her closer and we both
looked up into the sky.

   The darkness was ablaze with so many colors and sounds.  There were reds
and blues and bright yellows.  The noise was almost defining but we didn't
care.  Missy clapped her hands and watched in fascination as an image of
the liberty bell bombed in the air.  Then there was some cannon like fire.
She was a little afraid of that, but i reassured her it was okay.  Missy
enjoyed the music that accompanied the display.

   "We heard that at camp." She shouted.  I bent down and kissed her and
took hold of her arms and began to conduct the band.

   "Missy's conducting the band." I shouted watching her flail her arms
here and there.  There were many cheers from other cars around the areas.
Missy and I tried to cheer the loudest.

   "I'm having so much fun it's sooo cool." I too was enjoying the show and
especially the chance to be with a very special youngster.  THe finale was
very grand.  I think poor Missy hurt her hands from clapping so hard.

   We waited a few minutes before we left.  I wasen't looking forward to
getting into the traffic so we sat and listened to the radio for a few
minutes.

   "Do you want me to change you now Missy or wait till we get home." I
asked reaching for a coke in the cooler.

   "Can we wait till we get home, 'cause I wanna be Missy till I go to
bed." she said with a slight pout.  I reached over and caressed her hair. I
knew that Michael had had lots of fun being Missy, and that it was going to
end soon.

   "Sure Missy." I answered back offering her a sip of my soda.

   As we drove home I began to reassure Michael and Missy that they were
always welcome at my house.  I told them that just because he wasen't with
me didn't mean that he wasn't Missy.

   "You can be Missy when you're in your room when your having your private
times." "You'll always be Michael, but what's special is you are also
Missy." Michael touched the nightie he was wearing and said.  "I'm a whole
people." I must say that I almost locked my brakes from that response! 
"Yes Michael, your a whole People."

   Bedtime was a bit more difficult then I had expected.  Missy really
wanted to be Missy but I was insistent that Michael have the bedtime hour.
As I pined his diapers on I thought of a way that both of them could be
about tonight.  As I pulled the plastic panties on, my mind hit on the pair
of two tone sleepers that I had for Hilary(life size dolls can be the
greatest thing in the world!)

   As Michael sat on the bed, sulking I pulled out the sleepers that were
both powder blue and pink, His face beamed at the knowledge that with these
he could be both Michael and Missy.  Slipping his feet into the warm outfit
I made sure his diapers were snug.  I compromised and put him into a pair
of blue panties with balls and dolls and trucks.  I just felt that it was
unfair for both of them not to have time together.

   To top it off, they had both their Ninja Turtle doll and Missy's doll.
We were both very tired and his parents were going to be here early to take
him to day care.  As we snuggled close I reminded them that this was our
game and that we should keep it to ourselves.  There was nothing wrong with
it, but sometimes people don't understand.

   In the morning we both watched cartoons together.  I should say Karen
and Missy did.  I reminded Karen about the time and got dressed for
Michaels parents.  The morning was much like yesterday with bright
sunshine, so I put Michael in a pair of shorts for his day camp.

   "I'll take them off when I get there." He giggled.

   "Knowing you, you probably have Stephanine running about in diapers." I
said.  Which caused him to grin and giggle.  Just then the door bell rang
and we both knew that our time for now was over.

   "Hi Robert." They both said as I opened the door.  Michael jumped into
his fathers arms and tried to wrestle him about.  I got his gear together
and told them to count on me anytime.

   "Hay were's my doll?" Michael asked looking about the bags.  "He didn't
get another Ninja doll did he?" His mother sighed.

   "Yup he.." My words were cut short by Michael protests.  "No, No, I mean
Missy." I was about to put my finger to my lips but before I could his
parents wanted to know who Missy was.

   "I got her at the park.  She's pretty cool." Michael said as he ran into
the bedroom.  I told them that it was one of those things that he wanted.
They wern't to concerned, at least on the outside.

   "Here she is." A little voice called and we heard once again the running
feet of a very energetic boy.

   'See, I got her at the park." Micheal showed it to his parents.  They
both smiled and shrugged.  Before they left I asked Michael "What's her
name again." and with a giggle and a slightly higher voice I heard her say.
"You know, Pissy Missy." I winked at them as they went through the door and
couldn't wait to see them once again.  Little Michael and Pissy Missy5











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