Crossing Texas – Chapter Fifteen
“You’re gonna make him wear diapers again,” Amy asked, astonished.
“Yes Amy. I suppose you all think I’m being mean. But Pamela’s psychologist says this is good for her. She asked my to push Pamela to the limit, so that Pamela will be forced to choose once and for all. Maybe she’ll choose to return to the comfortable life of a male. If she doesn’t, then we will all know how important this is to her.”
“Well, that thing is no real male,” Mary said.
“I agree. Pamela could never be a real man, could she,” added Tanya.
“Probably not,” Amanda said with a grin.
“Probably not.”
“So where on earth does she get those clothes in grown-up sizes,” Emily asked.
“Well, I know a woman who owns a costume shop in Fort Worth. Apparently Amanda is not the only quirky guy in town,” Amanda said with a laugh.
I grabbed the large pink diaper bag from my closet, and quickly left.
Without panties, I could feel my cock and balls swinging as I walked to the restaurant.
“Very good, baby daughter,” Amanda said as I entered.
“Now ask Auntie Sara to put a diaper on you.”
“But mommy,” I pleaded.
“Do it, cry baby!”
Apprehensively I approached beautiful Sara, holding the diaper bag in front of my crotch. With my eyes downcast, I said, “Auntie Sara, would you please put a clean diaper on me?”
“Why do you need a diaper, Pamela? You’re six years old!”
“Yes, auntie Sara, but I…, well., I do not keep myself clean. Mommy says I’m a nasty baby girl.”
Sara’s exasperation flared.
“No, I will NOT put a diaper on you. NO! NO! NO! Now just get away from me! GO AWAY!”
“OK, Sara, calm down, will you,” Amanda said.
“You don’t have to diaper her. I will. Unless there are any other volunteers?”
“Oh! We will, we will, giggled Amy and Emily. Please Amanda!”
“OK, go ahead and diaper my daughter.”
Enthusiastically the two petite teenagers had me lie down on the pink blanket, on my stomach. The lifted the skirt of my party dress so that my ass was shown.
“Naughty little girl,” giggled Amy, “you dirtied your panties and now you must wear diapers again. Well, what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”
“I’m sorry, auntie Amy, very sorry. But please don’t force me to wear diapers! Please don’t!”
“Your mommy says you must,” Emily said, giggling. I felt baby powder sprinkled on my ass. Emily playfully slapped my cheeks a few times to spread the powder.
“Now turn onto your back, Baby Pamela.” I did as told, but covered my eyes with my hands.
“Gosh, Amy,” Emily said with mock surprise, “look at baby Pamela’s little treasure. It’s so cute!” Amy sprinkled more powder onto me and onto my exposed, shrunken genitals. Then the two girls, one on each side, fastened the diaper on with safety pins.
“All done. Now stand up, baby Pamela, and show us your baby diaper!”
Humiliated, I stood up. The bulky diaper pushed out the hem of my party dress, and thus was partly visible at all times.
“Here, young lady,” Mary said to me, “since you act like a baby, you can have your baby bottle back.” Mary handed the bottle, filled with warm milk, to me. I took the bottle and looked to Amanda for guidance.
“Go ahead, daughter,” Amanda said, “and be sure to thank all your aunties.”
Thank you, auntie Amy and auntie Emily, for putting the diaper on me,” I said to them as Emily grinned maliciously. Then I went to Mary and said “Thank you, auntie Mary, for my bottle.”
“Now little girl,” Mary said mockingly, “try not to dirty your diaper like you did yesterday. Maybe we’ll have to ask Emily and Amy to potty train you. Would you like that?”
“No, auntie Mary! I promise not to be naughty!”
“Well, if you do,” said Mary, “I’ll take you to the park where all little girls your age play, and we’ll let them see your diaper. Do you understand, little girl?”
“Yes, auntie. I promise to be good. Please don’t make me go anywhere dressed like this, please don’t..” I groveled before Mary, whom everybody knew despised me, praying that Amanda would not force me to go out in public in a dress and diaper.
“Why Mary, that’s such a nice offer,” Amanda said.
“We’ll see how my daughter does. Maybe Pamela can go with you and show off her diaper. But, let’s all get back to work now. Pamela, sit on your blanket and finish your bottle like a good baby girl.”
“Yes mommy,” I replied, then sat down cross-legged in front of the television and sucked warm milk from my bottle.
Later in the day Emily and Amy, both off work by then, stopped by with several of their schoolmates.
“Look everyone,” Emily said to her friends, “this is baby Pamela, my six year old niece!”
“Hi auntie Emily! Hi auntie Amy!” I used the most girlish voice I could muster. The group of teenage girls had me stand up as they oohed and ahhed over my cute party dress. Amy even brought me a doll, a baby girl doll, to play with. She said it was her kid sister’s, who had outgrown it.
“Now you can play mommy, little girl,” said one of Emily’s friends, a tall redhead with clear skin and flawless makeup.
After a half hour of mocking me and watching me as I played with my new doll, the girls tired of the situation.
“Let’s go find some guys,” Emily said to the others.
“Good idea,” replied the redhead.
“Let’s find some real guys, guys that don’t wear pastel party dresses and diapers.”
Before leaving, several of the girls hugged me and said goodbye.
Sunday’s attire was much better: a simple red shift, sleeveless, with hem just above my knees. A white, long sleeve blouse, very frilly; white knee high stockings, and the same black patent leather shoes I had worn with yesterday’s outfit. But my dress was clearly a girl’s dress, as there was no looseness in the chest area. No titties on me today, I realized as I dressed.
Again I was required to stay in the lobby where “mommy” and “auntie Sara” could watch over me. Amy brought her Barbi doll collection for me to play with.
“I used to really enjoy this when I was younger,” the pretty teenager said to me.
“You’ll enjoy it too, Pammy. But let me fill you in on a secret: Ken has nothing between his legs. Maybe he’s a he-she too, kinda like you!”
“Thank you, auntie,” I replied with forced enthusiasm. From mid-morning until mid-afternoon I stayed in the lobby, where I was required to sit on the lobby floor and play with Amy’s dolls. Amy helped me at this, showing me how to choose Barbi’s outfits and matching accessories. I was also required to read several magazines Amy had brought in, including “seventeen” and Cosmo Girl”. Amy couldn’t stop giggling as she had me take the quizzes which apparently are a staple in such publications, and which focus solely upon clothes and boys.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Fifteen.
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