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Chapter 1 - Lessons in femininity.
This is a story of an extremely unusual experience I had when I was 16, even now looking back all these years it still seems amazingly unreal, but it's all true. This is what happened.
When I was 16 years old I had a sort of crush on my teacher, Miss Granger. She must have been in her mid thirties, short strawberry blonde hair, glasses, she was quite pretty in a 'Motherly' sort of way. She didn't have 'model' looks, but I was strangely drawn to her, she had a sort of power over me that made me instantly do whatever she asked.
On my way out of the school one day, one of my friends came over to me and told me that he'd found out where Miss Granger lived, so a little while later after I had got home and got changed I met my friend and we cycled across town to where she lived. It was a nice house, a small garden in the front, the living room windows faced the street and had those typical 'eighties' style vertical blinds in the windows. It was quite a large house, apparently Miss Granger had a 17 year old daughter from a previous marriage and the two of them continued to live in the house after her husband had left. After we had had a good look we went off on our bikes to the nearby woods and spent the rest of the day scrambling.
Up until this point my life was pretty normal, I was a typical 16 year old boy, out on my bike every day, sometimes the whole weekend, only popping home for a bite to eat before going out again. My parents pretty much left me to my own devises, I loved getting dirty (much to my mother's annoyance), I was always playing in the rivers and making camps in the woods, but now something else had grabbed my attention, and I found myself compelled to go round and look at Miss Grangers house. I would cycle up and down outside wondering if she was there, sometimes I would sit on the pavement across the road and look over, seeing her sometimes through the blinds or at an upstairs window. Looking back now it seems obsessive, but at the time I think I was just fascinated, seeing my favourite teacher away from school, doing normal everyday things, seeing her in a totally different environment, I didn't know it at the time, but my life was about to radically change forever.
One day during one of my visits to her house, Miss granger caught me. She asked me what I was doing and why I was constantly around her house. I was struck dumb for a moment, stumbling and babbling I replied that I wasn't doing anything, at which she took me by the hand and led me into the house, saying that if I hadn't anything to do she would find me something. Moments later I was standing at her kitchen sink doing her washing up, Miss Granger stood behind me and informed me that after the washing up I was to do the dusting in the living room. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Here I was at nine O'clock on a beautiful Saturday morning, doing various cleaning chores in my teacher's house instead of out playing on my bike. I had just started the dusting in the living room when Miss Granger called me into the dining room, she was standing on a stepladder to change a light bulb in the ceiling, she asked me to stand on the bottom rung and steady it for her, I did as I was told and stood there at the bottom. I then did something that was to have a fundamental effect on my whole life. This one moment in time changed my life forever. I looked up. I was staring up her short skirt, she was wearing a pair of silky white knickers, her legs looked so soft and smooth, and her knickers were shiny and had little lace edges, it was an amazing site, I was transfixed, I'd never really noticed women's knickers before, certainly not sexy ones like these. It wasn't long before my chores were done and I was on my way home with strict instructions to return the next day.
The next day came and the image of the day before was still fresh in my head. I turned into Miss Granger's quiet little estate on the edge of town, freewheeled down the hill towards her house, wondering if I would get another chance to see her skimpy knickers. As I walked up to the front door my heart was jumping, I nervously rang the bell. Miss Granger opened the door to let me in. "Now young man," She said as she closed the door behind me. "We'll start upstairs today." And she led me up the stairs and over to a door, which had a sign on it saying, 'KIRSTY'S ROOM DO NOT ENTER!!' We went in and she instructed me to sit on the bed. I sat there looking around, it was a pretty cool room, posters of sexy girl bands on the walls, a dressing table which was covered in beads, makeup, perfume bottles etc. Then Miss Granger turned to me and said, "Right then Sam, I couldn't help noticing that while I was on the stepladder yesterday you took the opportunity to have a very long look up my skirt at my underwear!" I suddenly felt the blood rush to my face.
"No I didn't Miss," I said shakily.
"Yes you did Sam!" She said smiling, "I saw your reflection in the patio doors. I saw everything, as did you I imagine." My face turned a shade of purple and my heart was pounding in my chest. Then Miss Granger got up and walked over to a chest of drawers, and rummaging around in one of them said, " I don't mind if you want to stare at my knickers Sam, but I've got a better idea." She turned round holding a pair of pretty white panties and said, "Instead of just looking at my knickers, I'm going to make you wear a pair." I sat there in total shock, it hit me like a slap in the face, and before I had time to react she placed the panties on the bed and told me to put them on.
"Now Miss?" I said, as I sat there looking at them.
"Yes Sam, now please." She replied, her face deadly serious. Shakily I started to undress, conscious of her watching my every move. When I had taken everything off except my underwear I paused, "Come on Sam, hurry up!" She snapped, "I want you to know what it's like to be stared at wearing silky knickers, now put them on and don't be so silly!" Taking a deep breath I quickly pulled my own pants down, picked up the knickers and slipped them on over my feet and pulled them up. They were tiny, and felt really silky against my skin, they had really narrow sides that were made of lace and there was a small pink bow on the front. Miss Granger looked at me admiringly, "They suit you Sam, much nicer than your boys pants," She said as she turned me around to have a good long look at me, "So I think you should wear these for the rest of the day while you do your chores." And she opened the door and ushered me out of the room, patting my silky bottom as I walked past.
"Can't I put my jeans back on Miss?" I asked.
"No Sam, you can do your chores in just your knickers today." And with that she led me downstairs and instructed me to start in the living room.
So I spent the rest of the morning doing housework dressed only in a pair of skimpy knickers, It felt really unusual wearing women's underwear, but strangely I wasn't that embarrassed, I just got on with my chores, and I must admit they did feel really comfortable. I'd never worn anything but cotton underwear all my life, but these felt great. I found myself constantly touching them and looking at myself in the mirror, I loved the feel of silk against my skin, the way it sort of slid against my skin as I moved. But there was one other thing that was strange, and that was Miss Granger's attitude towards me. She now seemed much nicer, and gentler. After a while she called me into the kitchen to have some lunch, I padded into the kitchen, the lino floor was cold against my bare feet and I took a seat at the breakfast bar. Miss granger put some lunch on the table, looked at me and noticed that I had goose bumps.
"Oh you're cold," she said, giving my bare legs a rub. "Let's get you some more clothes to wear." And she led me out of the kitchen and took me back up to Kirsty's room, sat me on the bed and proceeded to get out some clothes from the wardrobe. I couldn't believe my eyes when she took out a denim mini skirt and a pink long sleeve top. "There," She said, putting them on the bed next to me. "Put these on, Kirsty won't mind, she's away at her father's house this weekend." I sat there quite shocked not knowing what to say or do. Then she said, "Better be quick or lunch will be getting cold." Then she left the room and went down to the kitchen. I took the clothes and proceeded to put them on, it felt so strange to be wearing girl's clothes but I didn't want to be told off for letting my lunch go cold. Before I left the room I took a quick look at myself in the mirror, I hadn't noticed it until then, but I had quite a feminine look about me, my hair was blonde and shoulder length, and my face was smooth and almost pretty. I hadn't developed any body hair yet so my skin was quite smooth. As I walked into the kitchen Miss Granger looked at me and smiled, she told me that I looked really pretty and that if I wanted to I could wear these clothes again tomorrow. My mind was spinning around like a washing machine, the situation was so unusual, but I was really enjoying the attention. I lived in a cold house emotionally, both my parents didn't really take any notice of me and had never shown me any affection, and although it was weird wearing girl's clothes I suddenly felt wanted. As I cycled home that day I couldn't get the days events out of my head, it had certainly been the weirdest day of my life, and I put it down to the fact that Miss Granger was obviously missing her daughter and I was her temporary substitute, but I also realized that deep down I secretly longed to wear those clothes again.
By nine o'clock the next morning I was already on my way across town to Miss Granger's house, having gulped my breakfast down and ran out the door telling my Mum that I was off to a friends house for the day. When I arrived at Miss Granger's house, she told me that because I had looked so nice as a girl the day before I was to be dressed as a girl again. So I had to go up to Kirsty's room, put on the clothes she had got out for me and return to the living room. Nervously I went up to the room and entered, on the bed was another pair of white silk panties, the pink top I had on yesterday, a white mini skirt and a pair of sparkly high heel sandals. After I had dressed, I went back down to the living room, Miss Granger was sitting on the sofa, she got up, walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek.
"You look very pretty," She said as she adjusted my skirt and looked me up and down, my face glowing red with embarrassment. "You have the perfect legs for little short skirts. How do you find the sandals?" She asked. "Can you walk in them ok?"
"Yes Miss, I like them, but I'm a little wobbly still." I said. Then she led me over to the sofa and sat me down next to her. "Now, I have something to say and I want you to listen carefully," She said. "Do you like coming over to see me?" "Yes Miss," I replied. "Good." She said. "Because from now on I want you to come over every weekend ok?" "Yes Miss, that would be nice," I said. "And from now on whenever you're here you're going to be a girl. You'll be dressed as a girl and treated like a girl understand?" "Yes Miss," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. "Your name will be Samantha, and you will remain a girl until I say you can go home, you can share Kirsty's clothes for the moment, we can look through some catalogues today and you can choose some clothes of your own." I sat there in total silence not really believing what was happening. "Now you will be required to do some of the housework," She continued. "But I want you to treat this house like it's your home, and sometimes if you like, I will let you stay here over night providing your parent's agree, ok?" "Yes thank you Miss," I replied.
By mid morning I had finished my chores, Miss Granger beckoned me over to the sofa. She had a large selection of catalogues, which she had piled on the floor by her feet.
"Now then young lady," She said, opening one of them, "Let's get you some nice new clothes." We spent ages looking through them, she asked me to pick out a few items that I liked, I picked some little skirts and tops before we came to the lingerie section, there we had great fun picking out lots of pretty silky knickers for me to wear, and I suddenly became aware that my cock had risen up hard inside my panties. On the next page there were lots of sexier lingerie, there were pictures of women in stockings and suspenders and basques etc. "I like those Miss," I said, pointing to a woman in white stockings. "I don't think your old enough to wear stockings and suspenders yet young lady," Said Miss Granger smiling, "Maybe when you're a little older." But I couldn't get those images out of my head, the way those stockings hugged that woman's beautiful legs.
After we had finished flicking through the catalogues, Miss Granger turned to me and said, "Samantha there's something else I want to say to you." She took my hand and in a gentle voice said, "Now from time to time I will feel the need to establish my authority over you." I looked at her blankly, "What do you mean Miss," I said. "Well despite whether you've been naughty or not, I will want to spank you," She said. My heart began to pound again,
"Spank me Miss?" I said, surprised, my voice shaking slightly. "Yes," she replied. "From time to time I will put you across my knee and spank you, just to remind you of my authority." She smiled at my nervousness and said, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that much, I spank Kirsty every once in a while, she's used to it now." Then she put her hand on my knee and said, "Have you ever been spanked before?" "No Miss," I replied softly. There was a pause and then she said, "Would you like me to spank you now?" I sat there not knowing what to say. "I don't know Miss," I said meekly. I didn't want to, but at the same time I knew that she wanted to spank me and I didn't want to say no to her. "I think perhaps it would be best if I did," She said, and she got up from the sofa and held out her hand towards me, nervously I took her hand and she led me out of the living room and into her study. My heart was beating hard at the thought of what was to come. Miss Granger closed the door behind me and placed a chair in the middle of the room, before sitting down on it. She took my hands in hers and pulled me closer to her, my whole body was shaking as I approached her, the heels on my sandals clicking on the wooden floor. "Now don't forget," She continued, "I'm not spanking you for being naughty, I'm not cross with you, I'm just doing it to maintain my authority over you, ok?" "Yes Miss." I said, not knowing where to look. "Ok then." She said. And with an heir of authority told me to lay across her lap. I took a step towards her and leaned forward, arms outstretched. I placed my hands onto the edge of the chair to stop myself from falling forward and slowly and awkwardly lowered myself onto her waiting lap. I wriggled around embarrassingly trying to get comfortable. I felt very exposed and vulnerable as I lay there. I was totally in her power which was exactly her reason for doing it, to confirm her power over me. My heart was pounding harder than ever as Miss Granger reached under the hem of my mini skirt, slipped her fingers under the lacy top of my panties and slowly and deliberately began to pull them down over my bottom. My sense of vulnerability grew stronger as I felt my panties gently being pulled down over my bottom and down my legs to my ankles. Then she pulled my mini skirt up exposing my bottom to the air, I felt my face glow red with embarrassment at the thought of being in such a position. Miss Granger then placed an arm across my back to hold me down. I screwed my eyes tight shut waiting for the first strike. I didn't have long to wait, within seconds she began to spank me, hard stinging slaps reigned down on me, the sound echoing around the room. I started to squirm and wriggle as the pain intensified. Miss Granger tightened her hold on me and continued. The feelings and emotions I was experiencing grew more intense with each slap, deep humiliation, vulnerability, shame, and total domination. Being undressed, held down and spanked, also made me feel violated. There didn't seem to be an end to it all, Miss Granger was spanking me harder and harder, It all became too much to take and I started to cry. "No Miss, please." I cried, tears running down my face, my body wriggling and writhing on her lap, my white silk panties wrapping themselves around my high heel sandals as my legs kicked out in pain. Then at last the spanking stopped, Miss granger then began to rub some cream onto my sore bottom, it felt cold against my skin, her touch was gentle and soothing as she slowly rubbed it in, then she pulled my knickers back up and adjusted my mini skirt before sitting me up on her lap. Partly due to the relief and partly all the emotions I was feeling, I threw my arms around her and, burying my face in her neck cried long and hard. Miss granger hugged me and comforted me, telling me I was a good girl and that I could do what ever I wanted for the rest of the day. As I sat there on her lap, with my arms around her, crying, I felt somehow secure in her presence, that despite the spanking I'd received it had been for my own good, she was looking after me, protecting me. Maybe it had something to do with the little amount of love that I had received at home, and the only way that Miss Granger could show me she loved me was to spank me. The strange thing was, the experience had actually made the bond between us stronger, the feeling of master and servant had been re-established, she'd always had a power over me but now it was different, I felt very submissive towards her, a kind of respect that wasn't there before the spanking.
The following week went like a blur, I'd slipped into the usual routine, school, home, play, but every now and again I would think about the coming weekend, spending my weekends as a girl at Miss Grangers house was what I looked forward to most of all, completely the opposite from what I was doing before. I had gone from playing in the mud and dirt with my bike, to dressing in up in girls clothes and doing household chores, a situation I look back on now as totally bizarre, but back then it seemed more natural, like taking up a new hobby. Saturday came at last and as I cycled up to Miss Granger's house I saw a girl on the front drive, she looked at me and smiled as I got off my bike.
"Hello," I said, "You must be kirsty. And then it suddenly dawned on me did she know about my 'special' weekends? For a split second a horrible thought came to me, what if I wouldn't be aloud to carry on with my secret life now that she was home. But my secret was out, Kirsty looked at me with a sly grin and said, "You must be Sam, or is it Samantha?" I immediately went red in the face. Although it seemed that my weekends would continue, I wondered how Kirsty would react. But she saw that I was a bit embarrassed and put me immediately at my ease by taking my hand and telling me that she was looking forward to sharing her weekends with me, and that her Mum had told her all about me and that she was pleased to have a sister to spend time with. As we went in, Miss Granger was standing in the doorway, "Mum, can I take Samantha upstairs and help her get dressed?" Asked Kirsty excitedly. "Ok," She replied, "But be quick, I want the living room tidied up before you two can spend time together understand?" Kirsty literally dragged me up to her bedroom and I just caught Miss Granger shouting the words, WORK BEFORE PLAY! as the bedroom door shut behind me. Although I was pleased that Kirsty knew of my dressing up, I was still a little embarrassed to get dressed in front of her. Kirsty sensed this and sat on the bed next to me. "Don't be shy Sam," She said, taking my hand, "When Mum told me all about you I was really excited, I'm an only child, I've always wanted a sister, I don't care if you're really a boy," She let out a cute little giggle as she said, "And lets face it, you don't exactly look like one do you?" "How do you mean?" I said, smiling back. "Well, look at your face, so smooth and soft, you only have to do your hair the other way and you look just like a girl anyway without the clothes." I leaned over to look at my face in the dressing table mirror. "And your legs," She continued, "They're the same shape as mine." She ran her hands across my leg and said, "And not a sign of any hair." She went over to her wardrobe and took out a really short beige Mini skirt, "Here, try this on," She said, "Show off those gorgeous legs." I picked it up and held it up in front of me. It was made of a stiff fabric like combat trousers, and was the shortest skirt I had ever seen, "Wow! It's really short, are you sure it's ok?" I said, as I slipped off my shorts. "Sure." She said. Suddenly all my fears and doubts faded away, Kirsty let me choose a nice pair of her knickers to wear with it, and a pretty blue top. Then we heard Miss Granger call us from downstairs, and I quickly got dressed, leaving the room cluttered with discarded clothes.
During the course of the weekend, Kirsty and I became really good friends. We just seemed to hit it off straight away. We would sit in her room after we'd done our chores and listen to music, chat and play games. I lived for the weekends. My parents didn't seem to mind me going off all day every day, but that had always been the case. During the week at school, Miss Granger never mentioned my other life, nor did she treat me any differently. On the next weekend the clothes arrived that Miss Granger had ordered for me from the catalogue. Kirsty and I had great fun sorting through it all. It was nice having my own clothes to wear. They were put away neatly in the spare room, which had more or less become my bedroom. Kirsty also had some new clothes, and we spent the whole morning trying on our new things. My favourite outfit was a tiny pair of pink satin panties with lace edges and ribbons that tied the sides, a very short denim mini skirt, a lavender long sleeved top and sparkly high- heeled sandals. "Wow!" Said Kirsty as I walked into her room, "You look great!" "Thanks." I replied. I was on cloud nine, and I suddenly realized that I felt the happiest I'de ever felt. As I sat on Kirsty's bed, I looked jealously over at her as she was putting on her makeup, I really wanted to wear some but I was too shy to ask. Kirsty caught site of me staring at her as she was putting on her lipstick, and I turned away embarrassed.
"What is it Sam?" She said inquisitively.
"Nothing." I replied shyly. Kirsty smiled at me and squinted her eyes trying to read my thoughts.
"Why have you gone red? What's up?" I sat there unable to reply. "Come on Sam," She said. "You're my sister, you can tell me anything." She took hold of my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. I felt my face glowing redder as I said,
"Can I wear some of your makeup later, after we've done our chores?" Kirsty's face lit up with a huge smile,
"Of course!!" She replied excitedly, Kirsty noticed the look of relief on my face and threw her arms around me and hugged me, "We'll come back up here and I'll do your makeup for you, and then I'll teach you how to put it on yourself, I'll even do your hair and nails if you like!!"
After we had done all our chores, Kirsty took me upstairs to her bedroom, there we spent the entire afternoon trying on different makeup styles, she sat me in front of her dressing table and plied me with lipsticks and eye shadows, she put mascara and eye liner on me and even curled my eye lashes. I had no idea that there was so much choice, and so many ways to look pretty.
"I think this colour suits you best." She said as she reached for a bright pink lipstick. She untwisted it and handed it to me and showed me how to put it on. I leaned close to the mirror and pursed my lips like I'd been shown and gently touched the lipstick to my lips and applied a liberal amount to them. I looked at my face and it was almost unrecognisable. I had long black curly eyelashes, smoky black eyes and soft glossy pink lips. Kirsty looked at me and gasped, "Wow!" She said, "You look gorgeous!" I felt myself blushing, "Come on" She said excitedly, "Let's go and show Mum." She took my hand and literally dragged me down the stairs and into the living room. When Miss Granger saw me she was amazed and told me that I looked really pretty. They both made a real fuss of me, telling me how pretty I looked and how they liked having another girl in the house, I felt on top of the world, I'd never had this much love and attention before and it made me feel really special.
My relationship with Kirsty was growing everyday, we had become really close, but something happened that next Saturday that took it to another level. When I arrived at the house Miss Granger told me to get dressed into my girls clothes and come straight down stairs and do some housework.
"Where's Kirsty?" I asked.
"She's in her room." Replied Miss Granger, "You can go up and see her when you've finished." This seemed rather odd because Kirsty always did the housework with me but I didn't say anything. After I had finished I went up to see her, she was lying on her bed reading a magazine, I could see that she'd been crying, she had black streaks on her face where her mascara had run. She told me that she had had a spanking before I had turned up that morning.
"Did it hurt?" I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but I'm ok now thanks." She replied. I sat there in silence for a while, and then she said, "Has Mum spanked you yet?" I told her that I had and that it had been my first time,
"It's a strange thing to do," I said, "But I don't mind, I'm ok with it."
"You're really brave." She said, her big pretty eyes looking up at me. She looked really cute as she sat there forlornly on her bed, thin black streaks on her cheeks. Without really thinking about it I leant forward and planted a kiss on her lips. She looked at me for a second and then kissed me back. We gently rolled over on the bed our lips locked together, our arms around each other. Kirsty's soft tongue gently slipped into my mouth as we lay on the bed together, I felt my cock stiffen and rise up, pushing it's way out of the tiny satin panties I was wearing, (which wasn't difficult considering how skimpy they were). Without a doubt, being dressed as a girl certainly made me feel sexier than I'd ever felt before. To anybody else, we must have looked like two lesbians as we rolled around on the bed.
We continued kissing for quite a while, I felt incredibly horny and really wanted to go further, but the thought of Miss Granger coming in and seeing us put me off a bit. We lay there together on the bed and smiled at each other, Kirsty's mouth was smeared with little pink sparkles from the lipstick I was wearing. Despite the fact that she had responded to my kiss my mind was in a spin, it was a very strange situation. I really fancied her but did she feel the same? Did she fancy me as a girl or a boy? And if she did like me as a girl, did this mean that she only liked girls? All these things were whirling around inside my head. Kirsty, noticing that I was deep in thought said,
"Are you ok Sweetie?"
"Yeah I'm fine," I replied, as I ran my fingers through her hair. "I'm the happiest I've ever felt, but I'm also a little confused."
"About this situation." Kirsty looked at me blankly. "I mean, I really fancy you, and I hope you feel the same, but. well." I began to stutter, unable to get the words out. Kirsty placed her hand on my knee.
"You want to know if I like you as a boy or as a girl right?" She said, her whole face smiling.
"Yeah." I said with a big sigh of relief.
"Listen silly!" she said, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. "I'm cool with it, I really like you. You have a great personality. Most boy's are too complicated, I don't care if you're in touch with your feminine side, I don't know, maybe there's a bit of lesbian in me, but I really fancy you dressed as a girl."
"Really?" I said, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
"Are you kidding? She said. "When I did your makeup for you last weekend, and you were wearing that tiny miniskirt, and this pink sparkly lipstick, you looked gorgeous! I wanted to kiss you there and then." Right then a huge wave of relief and happiness washed over me. I went over to the dressing table, took the lipstick and, looking at Kirsty, slowly and deliberately applied a fresh coat to my lips before sitting back on the bed.
"Well what are you waiting for?" I said cheekily. Kirsty smiled wickedly, and pushed me down onto the bed, climbed on top of me and started kissing me with a passion. I threw my arms around her waist as her soft warm tongue slipped into my mouth. I felt my cock stiffen again, straining against the satin of my knickers. She moaned gently as she pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth, swirling it around like a sweet tasting eel. I gave myself up to her, letting her take control of me. I began to softly moan with pleasure as she slowly slid her hand up my leg, her lips and tongue kissing me with a hunger. Her hand slipped further up my leg and under my mini skirt to my panties, I gasped as she began to caress my cock through the satin. Then suddenly she pulled away.
"You're wearing your favourite panties aren't you?" She said, still with her hand up my skirt, and she gave my cock another squeeze. I nodded, unable to speak. She reached down, unfastened the button on my miniskirt and took it off me, leaving my pink satin panties in full view. Then she took my lipstick, twisted it open and coated her lips with it, making them pink and sparkly. She then reached down and took hold of the ribbon ties of my panties and slowly pulled them undone. I looked down to see her gently take my throbbing cock in her hand and slide her mouth over it.
Those next few months were the best weeks of my life. Up until then I hadn't had many girlfriends, and I certainly wasn't that sexually aware. Kirsty and I were inseparable. It didn't take long for Miss Granger to work out that we were together, and she was really cool about it, even giving us some space now and again. At first I only wore girls clothes in the house, if we went out anywhere I would wear jeans but would always wear a pretty pair of knickers underneath them. Kirsty would be forever slipping her hand down my jeans to find out which ones I was wearing. One time, we went to the cinema and I had on my favourite satin ones with the pink ribbon ties, which were quite long and would tickle against my legs when I walked. Kirsty slipped her hand down my jeans in the queue and pulled one of them undone, giggling loudly. As soon as the lights went down, she unbuttoned my jeans and tied it up again but insisted that I leave my jeans open so she could touch my knickers while we watched the film. We both loved the feel of satin against our skin, so smooth and sexy. Kirsty didn't mind me wearing boy's clothes when we went out, but gradually as the weeks went by I got more and more brave, and with Kirsty's encouragement started to go out as a girl.
I remember the first time I left the house as a girl, I felt incredibly nervous but also really excited like I was doing something naughty. I wasn't brave enough to wear a skirt so I wore a pair of white combat trousers that were pretty much see-through, with a pretty white g-string that you could clearly see underneath if you looked closely. Kirsty gave me a short crop top to wear that came down just above my navel, and I wore just a little make-up, some eye shadow and a bit of lip-gloss. Kirsty took my hand and we left the house and made our way to the bus stop. I remember looking around nervously in case I bumped into anyone I knew, but as the afternoon went on that didn't happen and I started to relax. We had a great time around the mall, laughing, shopping and generally having fun. Kirsty's wicked streak and zest for life soon became too much for her control and she whisked me off into a department store and headed for the changing rooms, where she managed to convince me to swap clothes with her. Excitedly I put on her short skirt and applied some more make-up before leaving the store looking nervous and feeling that all eyes were upon me. As the weeks went by I became more and more comfortable going out dressed as a girl, we would have great fun together. Sometimes we would go shopping for clothes and end up snogging in the changing rooms. Kirsty was a tease, she would grab me and start kissing me, which would give me a huge hard-on, and then it would be impossible for me to leave the changing room because of it showing under my miniskirt. We'd eventually come out with smudged make-up and see a long queue of disgruntled women waiting to try things on.
A few weeks into July, Miss Granger invited me along on holiday with her and Kirsty. My excitement at spending a couple of weeks away with them reached fever pitch a few days before we left. I just couldn't wait. My parents said yes as usual, they never did care what I got up to which was fine by me. We were due to leave for The Canary Islands on the Monday, but I was allowed to come round to stay on the Friday which happened to be my birthday. All that week, Kirsty had been telling me that she couldn't wait to see me in my birthday present she had got for me, which gave me a tingle of expectation. When the evening came I was led into the living room and presented with two cards and a neatly wrapped box. The cards said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMANTHA' on them. Kirsty was excited and kept telling me to open the box first. When I did I had the surprise of my life, inside was a selection of white lingerie, including a white suspender belt and stockings, just like the ones I had seen in the catalogue all those weeks ago. I just had time to kiss Miss Granger on the cheek before Kirsty had grabbed me and taken me upstairs to dress me up. Firstly, before I had a chance to try anything on, she ran me a bath and insisted that I get in and soak for a while. She ushered me into the bathroom and told me to stay there until she called me. I sank under the bubbles letting the warmth envelope me, the sweet scented water lapping at my neck making me feel relaxed and drowsy. A little while later Kirsty came in with a towel and a pair of tiny white silk panties and told me to come to her room when I was ready. I quickly dried myself off, slipped the panties on and tentatively entered her room. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw what she was wearing. She had on a school shirt and tie, which was unbuttoned down to her ample cleavage, a very short grey school skirt, which was so short I could see she was wearing white stockings and suspenders. I stood there for a moment, my jaw felt like it had hit the floor. Kirsty came over, took my hand and led me over to the bed which had all my birthday lingerie laid out on it. She sat me down and told me to sit still while she did my makeup. My cock began to stir with anticipation as she carefully began to put makeup on me, eye shadow and eyeliner, lots of mascara, and my favourite pink shimmery lipstick. That done she picked up the white suspender belt and hooked it in place around my waist, then she took the white stockings and slowly and carefully rolled them up my legs, stretching them all the way up to my thighs before clipping them to the suspenders. The sheer nylon hugged my legs like a second skin. Then she went to her wardrobe and got out a school shirt and tie, and a short grey school skirt just like hers and put them on me. When she had finished dressing me, she stood me up in front of the mirror. Kirsty cheekily lifted the hem of my skirt revealing my stocking tops and suspenders.
"Do you like your presents Samantha?" She cooed as she teasingly adjusted my stockings by giving them a gentle pull.
"Very much." I replied. My body was trembling and my cock felt like it would burst with the tension. Kirsty pulled me closer and very slowly inched her lips towards mine, her pink glossy lipstick shining in the light. She kissed me so gently that I hardly felt it.
"You look gorgeous!" She whispered as she kissed me again. "And Mum has gone out tonight and won't be back for hours!" Then she took my hand, led me out of her room and into Miss Granger's bedroom and stood me by the bed. Then she went over, closed the door and walked back towards me with hunger in her eyes. "Your legs look so sexy in stockings," She continued. She put her arms around me, her face inches from mine. I went to kiss her but she pulled away teasingly, kissing my ear. She ran her fingers over my stocking tops, "Tell me how they feel on you." She whispered. I stood there, my whole body aching with lust, unable to speak. "Tell me what it feels like to be wearing pretty stockings on your legs." She said, as she kissed my neck and slipped her hands up my skirt. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it shake my whole body. Kirsty continued kissing my neck and whispered, "You like being dressed as a girl don't you? You feel sexy wearing these pretty silky knickers don't you Samantha?" I couldn't answer, I felt my knees almost give way as she slipped her fingers under my panties. "Your so pretty," She continued. "I want you so much!" She kissed me full on the lips. I reached under her skirt and squeezed her bottom as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. We stood there for a moment, our hands all over each other, kissing feverishly. Kirsty reached round and unzipped my mini skirt letting it fall to the floor. Then she began to kiss me with a passion I'd never experienced before, she was insatiable, slipping her tongue in and out of my mouth, moaning and sighing with lust, her hands caressing my bottom and legs as she continued her seduction. Within minutes her own skirt was off and she was pushing me down onto the huge bed, we rolled around on it, our bodies and lips locked together. It all seemed like a dream, the sensations I was feeling were so erotic. Kirsty laid me down on the bed, pulled my knickers down to the tops of my stockings, then she climbed up onto the bed and squatted over me, gently lowering herself onto me in a sitting position, my cock slowly slipping deep inside her. She then produced a lipstick from her top pocket and told me to paint my lips while she fucked me. With shaking hands I untwisted it and pressed it to my lips and gave them a coat, Kirsty then began to gently fuck my throbbing cock.
"Don't stop." She said, "Keep putting it on until I say you can stop. And do it slowly." She added, her eyes bearing down on me. I coated my lips once more as she slowly continued to thrust up and down on top of me. I was getting seriously turned on, without thinking I dropped the lipstick on the bed and slipped my hands around her bottom. Kirsty stopped, picked up the lipstick and handed it back to me, "Samantha?" She said. "If you stop, I stop!" I moaned with frustration, took the lipstick and placed it to my lips once more. The bed started to squeak as she slowly and rhythmically fucked me, her breasts swaying up and down, her pretty face looking down at me. My frustration at not being aloud to touch her was intense, Kirsty liked to be in control, she ordered me not to cum, and to continue painting my lips.
"God you look gorgeous!" She said, as I added yet another layer of shiny pink lipstick. "I might have to kiss all that off in a minute." She said teasingly, "And your legs look dead sexy in white stockings, so smooth and shiny, I'll have to keep you in them all the time from now on, you can wear them under your jeans when we go out tomorrow." Then suddenly, sensing that I was about to cum, she pulled off of me, pushed me down onto the bed again and planted her lips against mine. She gave a little gasp as I pushed my tongue into her mouth and at the same time slipped my fingers into her wet pussy. We kissed long and hard while I frigged her, my fingers quickly becoming wet with her juices. Then she pulled away from me and began to kiss my neck, then my chest, and then down to my cock. She took it in her mouth, slowly sliding her lips over the tip and down the shaft, masturbating me with her hand while sucking and licking with her mouth, and bringing me to an explosive orgasm. Kirsty crawled towards me on all fours like a cat, until her face was just inches from mine, and stuck out her tongue towards my mouth for me to suck. Hot cum was dripping from it as I eagerly slipped my mouth over it sucking at it like a lollypop. She pushed it deep into my mouth and threw her arms around me as we rolled onto the bed. It must have been close to midnight when we eventually woke up. We quietly returned to Kirsty's room before Miss Granger came back, and snuggled up together in Kirsty's bed. The next day was spent buying clothes for the holiday. Miss Granger took us into town in her car. Kirsty had insisted that I wear stockings and suspenders again, and kept teasingly raising the hem of my mini skirt to look at them. I jokingly warned her that if she kept doing it I would take them off and never wear them again, which stopped her immediately. We spent ages looking at all the nice summery clothes in the stores and trying on a few items in the changing rooms. Then she spied a shop that seemed to specialise in bikinis and dragged me in for a closer look.
"Ooh, you'd look great in this!" She said, holding up a shiny pink bikini. It was very skimpy, and sparkled in the lights of the shop. "It matches your favourite lipstick." She said with a sly grin, and cheekily slipped her hand up my mini skirt.
"But how can I wear them without a skirt, I mean. people will see I'm not a girl." I replied, looking at them enviously.
"Oh but you can silly." She said smiling at me. "Mum's villa has a private beach, we'll have it all to ourselves, so no one will see you except me." She gently kissed me on the lips and whispered, "And when I see you in them, you won't be wearing them for long anyway." When we got back to the house, we went up to Kirsty's room and spread all the clothes out on the bed to see what we had bought. Then we sat and chatted about the holiday, Kirsty told me all about the villa, and how wonderful it was going to be. Then suddenly the bedroom door opened and Miss Granger came in and sat next to me on the bed.
"You girls getting your clothes ready?" She said. looking at the mountain of clothes scattered around. "Oh we can't wait Mum." Said Kirsty, literally bursting with excitement. Then Miss Granger turned to me and said,
"Now Samantha, I know you need to start packing but I was wondering, it's been quite a while since I spanked you last hasn't it?" My heart leapt up into my mouth at the sound of those words.
"Yes Miss." I said shakily, looking down at my feet.
"Mmm, well I think it's about time I spanked you again don't you think?" She said, placing a hand on my leg.
"Yes Miss." I replied. My head bowed in shame as Miss Granger held out her hand towards me.
"Come with me then young lady." She said. Then she took my hand in hers and led me down the stairs and into the study. Miss Granger placed a chair in the middle of the room and sat down on it, she then told me to go over and close the door and come back and stand by her chair. My legs were shaking as I slowly walked back to her, my high heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor. Then she told me to take off my top, I took it off feeling her eyes boring into me, then she reached around behind me and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I felt my face glow red with embarrassment as I stood there in just a frilly white suspender belt, white stockings and tiny white g-string.
"You look very pretty Samantha." She said, and gave my suspender belt a little pull. Then she turned me around to look at my bottom. "And as you're wearing a g-string, I'll let you wear them while I spank you."
"Thank you Miss." I said. Miss Granger then turned me back round to face her, took my hands and gently pulled me over and across her lap. I felt the blood rush to my head as I wriggled around trying to get comfortable. Miss Granger ran her fingers up and down my stockings, telling me how nice they looked on me, and how silky smooth my legs were. The tension was mounting by the second. It was as if she was teasing me by not spanking me straight away, prolonging it, making me wait.
"These are pretty." She said. As she 'twanged' the sides of my g-string, "They show off your lovely bottom." She pulled my g-string up really tight, and then gave my bottom a good squeeze. I felt my cock start to stir and swell against her legs, as she continued to fiddle and adjust my underwear. "Now remember," She continued. "I'm not spanking you for being naughty, I'm just re-establishing my authority over you, ok?"
"Yes Miss." I replied, my heart pounding harder and harder. Then she placed a hand on my back and began to spank me.
The first slap was a shock, I hadn't reckoned on being spanked that hard. Sharp stinging slaps rained down on my bottom, making me wriggle and squirm as I lay on her lap, the pain quickly intensifying as she continued to spank me. Her grip on me tightened as I began to writhe and kick my legs, the pain becoming too much to bare, tears ran down my face as I started to cry. When it was all over, Miss Granger gently smoothed some cold cream all around my sore bottom.
"Sshh." She said softly, as I continued to cry. "It's all over now, don't cry." Then she pulled me up and sat me on her lap. I threw my arms around her, buried my face in her neck and sobbed uncontrollably.
The holiday was probably one of the best times of my young life. It was the first time I'd been on a plane, I had to wear boys clothes on the day we left because of my passport, but Kirsty made sure I was wearing my favourite satin panties underneath my jeans. As soon as we arrived at the villa we got changed into our bikinis and went down to the little private beach. Kirsty took my hand and led me down the stone steps, which wound their way down to a small crescent shaped beach. I remember feeling a little self-conscious wearing my tiny pink bikini, but to my joy the little beach was completely deserted. It was very sandy, and had quite high cliffs on each side, and being that the only property around was our villa, there was no danger of anyone seeing us.
We spent our days playing on the beach, or in the swimming pool, there was a tennis court and a games room. It was so nice being able to remain a girl the whole time, without having to get dressed as a boy and go home. Some evenings we would all go out for a meal in the local town, and I got more and more comfortable going out dressed as a girl, and Miss Granger and kirsty liked it too. It really was the best two weeks of my life. I didn't even mind when one morning Miss Granger said that she wanted to spank me. Kirsty had had a spanking the day before while we were playing tennis, miss Granger had interrupted our game and took kirsty up into the master bedroom, I could hear the slaps and cries from the poolside. I sat there and imagined kirsty sprawled across Miss Granger's lap, bikini bottoms round her ankles kicking her legs in pain, and I suddenly realized that I was becoming aroused, and also. jealous. Its sounds totally bizarre now, but I was jealous that kirsty was being spanked and not me. So the next day while we were lying on sun loungers by the pool, and Miss Granger came out of the house and told me it was time for my spanking, I actually couldn't wait. We walked hand in hand into the house and up to the master bedroom. Then she sat down on a chair and pulled me closer to her, reached forward and gingerly untied my bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the floor exposing my erect cock.
"Looks like you're starting to enjoy your spankings a bit too much Samantha." She said, giving my rock hard cock a little stroke. "I'll have to make your spankings a little more uncomfortable won't I?"
"Yes Miss." I replied, looking down at the floor. Miss Granger then got up, leaving me standing by the chair completely naked, and walked over to a chest of drawers and began to rummage around in one of them. When she returned she had something in her hand but I couldn't make out what it was, she sat back on the chair and placed the item on the floor, then she took my hands and pulled me across her lap. I wriggled around trying to get comfortable and gripped the chair legs with my hands. I could feel my stiff cock squashed against her legs as I lay there exposed. Miss Granger then slipped her hand into a clear plastic disposable glove and began to smear some gel or cream around my bottom. Then she parted my bum cheeks wide and smeared it all around my hole. I gasped as she entered me with her finger, slipping it all the way up to her knuckle. I began to squirm and wriggle on her lap as she continued to twist her finger in and out, opening me up for what was to come.
"Now then Samantha," She said, her finger still inside me. "I think I'm going to have to be a bit more firm with you from now on, you're obviously enjoying your spankings far too much," She reached down and picked up the item on the floor. "You need to learn some humility, when we get home there are going to be some changes." I suddenly felt her fingers widening my hole as she inserted something into it, I moaned softly as she began to slowly push it in further and further. "Kirsty's going to be spending alternate weekends with her father when we get back, which means that every other weekend you'll be with me." She continued. I parted my legs as wide as I could and arched my back as the devise was slowly inserted up inside me inch by inch. "I can see I'm going to have to think of another way to exert my authority over you." She said, as she pushed it in as far as it would go. It certainly felt strange, I'd never had anything pushed up inside me before, and it made me feel a lot more exposed and vulnerable, a lot more dominated and almost abused. But it did have the desired effect. The servant/master relationship had been re-affirmed, here I was lying across Miss Granger's lap, totally naked, about to be spanked, and with a sex aid pushed up inside my bottom for all to see. The spanking that followed was particularly hard, the stinging slaps must have been heard for miles, by the end of it I was quite sweaty and exhausted, having been writhing around on her lap and kicking out in pain. Miss Granger kept me on her lap for quite a while afterwards, gently stroking my reddened cheeks and telling me I was a good girl and that she would look after me. After she had removed the devise from my bottom, she smoothed in some more cream around my hole, occasionally slipping her finger into me, giving me a tingle of excitement, before sitting me up on her lap for a cuddle and to wipe away my tears.
It was a shame to be home after such a wonderful week away. I slipped back into the usual routine of life, (although looking back on it now it was a very unusual routine. I don't think many people can say that they spent their late teens dressed as a girl). But little did I know that my weekly routine was about to change again.
This story was written by Billy Blaze. If you have any comments I would love to hear from you. Email me at. email@example.com
Chapter 2 - Lessons in Babyhood
I remember it clearly. It was the bank holiday weekend of Saturday the 28th of May, two weeks after coming back from holiday. The weekend before had been a normal weekend, although I was now staying over each night which suited me just fine, my parents didn't mind and it also meant that I didn't have to get dressed back into my boys things each day, only on the Sunday evening when I went home again. But this weekend was Kirsty's 'away weekend', staying with her father who lived in another county. As I cycled to Miss Granger's house it seemed a bit strange to be going there knowing that Kirsty wouldn't be around to spend time with, and I wondered what sort of things I would be doing. As it turned out I would never have guessed it in a million years.
Once inside, Miss Granger said that she needed to speak to me, she led me into the living room and sat me down next to her on the sofa.
"Now then Samantha," She said, her voice more serious than usual. "Do you remember what I said to you when I spanked you last, in the villa?" I stared blankly at the floor, trying to remember.
"No Miss." I replied.
"I told you that I thought you were enjoying your spankings a little too much remember?" I nodded in agreement and continued to look at the floor as my mind started to race, she was building up to something and I wasn't sure I was going to like it. "Well I've had plenty of time to think of ways to emphasize to you how important obedience and authority is, and this weekend I think is the perfect time to put them into practice." Miss Granger noticed the worried look on my face and gently placed her hand on my knee. "Don't worry Sweetie," She said. "It won't hurt, I might have to spank you this weekend but it won't be more painful than that I promise." I breathed a little easier. Then she continued. " But I have to impress upon you how important it is for me to exercise my authority over you. And I think that just putting you across my knee isn't enough. I need to be in total control of you, and for you to learn total obedience and humility, do you understand?"
"Yes Miss." I said softly, my heart pumping hard in my chest.
"Good." She said. "As I've told you before, it's not because you've been naughty, I'm not cross with you, but the things I'll be doing to you this weekend will seem like I'm punishing you but you must trust me ok?"
"Yes Miss." I said again, my mouth drying up at the thought of her 'doing things to me'.
"Good girl, now go upstairs and put on the clothes that I've put out for you on your bed and come straight back down, I have some housework for you to do while I get things ready." As I went up the stairs my mind was in a whirl, what did she have planned for me? What was going to happen? I went into the bedroom and began to put on the clothes she'd got out for me, a pair of white satin panties, a white mini skirt of a material that was so thin you could clearly see my panties underneath, a pretty pink top and my favourite pink sparkly sandals. I quickly put on some pink lipstick, checked myself in the mirror and went back to the living room. Miss Granger put me to work in the dining room giving me a list of chores including dusting and tidying, then went into the living room and closed the door behind her. About half an hour later Miss Granger came back in and told me to stop cleaning and to come and join her in the living room. My whole body began to shake with nerves as I put down my duster and shakily walked into the room, I looked around, trying to get some kind of clue as to what was in store for me but everything seemed normal. Then Miss Granger sat down next to me, and I noticed that she had what seemed to be a large yellow babies dummy in her hand.
"Right young lady," She began. "I've got everything ready for you, they'll be no more cleaning or housework for you to do, in fact you won't be doing anything at all, I'm taking away all your responsibilities. I've realized that the only way for me to have total control over you is to treat you like a baby, so that's what I'm going to do." My face glazed over with confusion. "You're going to be my baby for the weekend, I'm going to control everything you do, I'm going to dress you, bath you, feed you. I want you to completely surrender yourself to me, ok?" I sat there not really knowing what to say, I was in total shock. "Do you trust me Sam?" She said. Her voice was soft and gentle.
"Yes Miss." I whispered. Still looking down at the floor.
"And will you do as I say no matter what I ask?"
"Yes Miss." I repeated.
"Ok then," She said. "Now I want you to pop this into your mouth and keep it there until I say, ok?" Reluctantly I agreed. Miss Granger pushed the dummy into my mouth. It was much bigger than a baby's dummy the big soft rubber nipple filled my mouth as I began to suck on it. "There," She said. "Just like a real baby. Now lets get you undressed." She got up and led me over to the other end of the living room. Laid out on the floor was what looked like an exercise mat, she stood me next to it and then began to remove my top, pulling it over my head. Then she knelt down in front of me, I looked down at the top of her head as she reached round behind me and unfastened my mini skirt and proceeded to slip it down my legs. I placed my hands on her shoulders for balance as I lifted my feet and stepped out of it. Miss Granger then folded it and placed it on a nearby chair. My face was glowing red with shame and embarrassment as I stood there in just my silky knickers and high heel sandals, sucking on my dummy, not knowing where to put my hands while she continued to undress me. Miss Granger then patted the mat and told me to lie down on it. Awkwardly and with Miss Granger waiting for me, I sat myself down on it then slowly laid back stretching myself out. The plastic was cold against my bare skin as I lay there looking up at the ceiling while Miss Granger started to unbuckle my sandals. I closed my eyes, trying to block out what was happening to me as I felt my sandals being slipped off of my feet. The feelings of helplessness and violation swept over me as I lay there being undressed like a baby. I wriggled uncomfortably on the mat as Miss Granger took hold of my knickers and began to pull them down. I felt the last touch of satin against my skin as they were pulled down my legs and slipped off over my feet leaving me naked and exposed.
"There we are," Cooed Miss Granger softly as she placed my knickers on the chair. "Now, just a little cream and powder and you're ready for a nice clean nappy!" Those words hit me like a sledgehammer, even though I knew she was going to treat me like a baby, I never thought she would actually put a nappy on me. The horror of it made my heart pound even harder, the thought of wearing a nappy at my age was too much to comprehend and I felt myself starting to get upset. Then suddenly I felt the touch of cold cream around my cock, Miss Granger was smearing it up and down the shaft, making it swell and grow hard. "Ooh, baby likes that!" she said, as she continued rubbing liberal amounts of cream to my fast growing cock. Then she lifted my feet up and pushed my legs back, so that my knees were almost touching my face, exposing my bottom to the world, and smeared some cream around my hole, slipping her finger inside me now and again, making me moan softly. I sucked hard on my dummy as she then began to sprinkle baby powder all over my bottom and between my legs, I could hear the jangling of her bangles as she shook the powder bottle, dusting fine layers of scented baby powder over me, which landed softly over my cock and down between my legs like fine snow. Then after shaking the powder from her hands she opened up a large white disposable nappy and slipped it carefully under my raised bottom, then lowered me onto it spreading my knees apart. The nappy rustled loudly as she pulled it up tightly between my legs. It was quite a large nappy, I could feel the bulkiness of it between my legs, I couldn't seem to open my legs wide enough so that I couldn't feel it between them. Miss Granger pulled the sides up tight, I heard the tapes being fastened and felt the nappy enclose tightly around me, then she did the other side and the job was done. So there I was, a seventeen year old, lying on the floor, sucking a dummy and wearing a nappy. I can't describe how strange it felt, I looked down and saw a mass of shiny white plastic padding between my legs and around my waist. It made loud rustling noises every time I moved, Miss Granger was running her hands over it, fiddling and adjust it, giving it a pull, checking to see if it was nice and snug. "There, Baby's all done!" She said, patting my well- padded bottom. "Now I want you to lie there quietly while I go and get your bottle ready ok?" She left the room and went into the kitchen leaving me lying there on the changing mat. It was a hot day and my bare back was starting to stick to it so I sat up. Feeling curious I looked down at my nappy. I'd never seen a disposable nappy before, let alone worn one, so I decided to examine it closer. I touched it, running my fingers over the smooth plastic surface which glistened in the sunlight coming in from the window. I was surprised at how soft it felt, and how thick it was. I gave the nappy a squeeze and was unable to feel my cock underneath. I pulled at the elastic legs and was just able to slip a finger underneath. The shiny white plastic was creased and bunched up around the leg elastic, and rustled loudly as I smoothed my hands over it before snapping it back releasing a small puff of baby powder. It amazed me how much nappy there was between my legs and under my bottom, a huge thick mass of white shiny nappy. I spread my legs as far apart as I could and ran my fingers over it. The overwhelming thing about wearing a nappy is the inescapable sense of it being on you. With any underwear, be it silky knickers or cotton pants, you loose the feeling of them within seconds of putting them on. With a nappy, it yells out all the time that it's there, it's unavoidable, the thickness of it between your legs, the constant rustling when you move, the way the plastic slides against your skin, you never for a second forget your wearing one.
Miss Granger took a seat on the sofa and called me over, I got up and made my way towards her, the bulkiness between my legs made me waddle awkwardly as I went, I felt so humiliated knowing Miss Granger was watched me, as I attempted to walk towards her, my nappy rustling and swaying from side to side as I walked. She sat me on her lap and took out my dummy.
"Mummy's got a nice bottle for you," She cooed. I shuffled awkwardly on her lap trying to get comfortable, the thickness of the nappy squashed against her legs as she tipped the bottle up and popped the rubber nipple into my mouth. "Now drink all of this like a good baby." She said. Then she placed one arm around my back for support and gently lowered me backwards so I was almost lying down. I looked up at her smiling face as I began to suck the milk from the bottle. It was incredibly humiliating being fed, especially when her gaze was unavoidable. Her face inches from mine, her painted fingernails wrapped around the bottle that she was holding to my mouth, my nappy crinkling and rustling as I wriggled around on her lap. Miss Granger waited patiently as I slowly sucked away on the bottle, the milk seeming to take forever to go down. As I continued to suckle, Miss Granger laid down a few rules for my new status. I wasn't aloud to use the toilet, I had to use my nappy instead. I wasn't aloud to speak, unless it was to ask for my nappy to be changed. Basically I wasn't aloud to do anything myself, Miss Granger was going to wash me, change me, dress me, and feed me. And she was aloud to spank me, change my nappy and put me to bed at any time. As the last of the milk disappeared she pulled the bottle from my mouth and sat me back up on her lap, and without saying a word, picked up the dummy and popped it back into my mouth. I must admit, all this attention and mothering did make me feel quite 'babyish' and I suddenly found myself putting my arms around her for a cuddle. Miss Granger put her arms around me and with her hand gently patted my bottom, making my nappy rustle even louder. She also took the opportunity to have a probe with her finger, gently slipped it under the leg of my nappy as if to feel if I was wet. Strangely, even though I was deeply embarrassed and humiliated, the love and attention I was getting made me feel safe and secure. The same feeling I got whenever she spanked me. I felt contented, but also obedient. I felt that I would do anything for her if she asked me, which looking back on it was exactly what I was doing. I was certainly 'mixed up'. I had true feelings for Kirsty, but I also had a strange fascination for Miss Granger, something that had been there from the start, the same feelings that had brought me to her house in the first place. I opened my eyes and caught her smiling at me.
"I think I'd better put you to bed!" She said, "Babies get tired after a bottle." She lifted me off of the sofa, and taking my hand in hers led me up the stairs to my bedroom. Miss Granger went to the window and drew the curtains, blocking out the gorgeous afternoon sun, giving the room a soft warm glow. "Now, into bed young lady!" She ordered, as she pulled back the covers. I hesitated. Going to bed at 2 o'clock in the afternoon just didn't seem right. Miss Granger gave my heavily padded bottom a sharp slap. "C'mon in you get, bedtime!" A fresh wave of humiliation washed over me as I slowly climbed into bed, my nappy continuing to rustle as I slipped under the covers.
"I'll be back to check on you later," She said as she made her way out. "And remember. No toilet!"
"Miss?" I said, taking the dummy out of my mouth. "Can I take this out now?"
"No Samantha, leave it in please," she said. "I want you to be quiet and stay in bed until I come back." And with that she closed the door and was gone.
I remember lying there sucking my dummy, wriggling around in bed trying to get comfortable, the mass of padding under my bottom and between my legs making it uncomfortable to lie on. My nappy was gradually becoming looser as I wriggled around, so every time I moved I caught the scent of baby powder coming from the gaps. Carefully I slipped my fingers under the top of my nappy, lifted it up and peered inside, my cock was curled up inside like a sleeping snake, covered in a thick dusting of powder.
Looking back all these years later, it still amazes me that it didn't register to me how totally and utterly bizarre this all was. I mean I knew that I was living life a bit differently to other boys my age, but my God! Wearing girl's clothes at sixteen, wearing nappies at seventeen? But at the time it just felt like I was taking up a new hobby, Miss Granger had a sort of strange hypnotic power over me and had this ability to get me to agree to anything she wanted, and the strangest thing is. I enjoyed it. And yet incredibly, being put back in nappies wasn't the last strange experience Miss Granger had in store for me. I must have laid there for quite a while listening to the happy sounds of children playing outside in the afternoon sun before eventually falling to sleep. I was probably only asleep for about five minutes though, before Miss granger came back in. I suddenly felt the covers being lifted off of me and opened my eyes to see her quietly sneaking a finger under the elastic of my nappy. Still half asleep, Miss Granger gently got me up and stood me by the bed. I stood there rubbing my eyes as she sat on the bed in front of me, her face level with the top of my nappy, which was now all squashed out of shape after my time in bed. Miss Granger still didn't say a word, she just sat there and re-adjusted my nappy, pulling it back into shape and straightening it. Then she put her arm around my waist and gently pulled me towards her and sat me on her lap, gently took the dummy out of my mouth and placed it on the bed next to her. When she turned back to me her face seemed very serious, she looked into my eyes for a second before suddenly giving me a short but gentle kiss on the lips. At first I thought it was a 'motherly' Kiss, and I responded in the usual way. But then she looked at me with a kind of sexy stare, her eyes looking straight into mine, she moved her eyes down to my lips, tilted her head slightly and kissed me again. I didn't know what to do, I was in total shock, she was actually kissing me, I was so surprised it took a while for my own lips to respond, but even then I didn't know whether to respond in the same way. My lips were actually quivering and I noticed that my heart was pounding erratically. Then I felt her hand rest on my nappy between my legs, I broke away from her kiss and looked down to see her hand caressing my nappy, the plastic rustling loudly as her slender fingers slowly squeezed the bulge between my legs. Then her other hand touched under my chin lifting my head up to hers as if impatient to continue kissing, she then pulled me closer and kissed me long and hard. Her breath was heavy as our lips slowly locked together, her hand between my legs pressed down against my nappy, her fingers digging deep into the padding. I responded by opening my legs as wide as they would go, I gasped as she slipped her tongue into my mouth, crushing her lips against mine, then she slipped her fingers under my nappy, I let out a stifled moan as she touched my cock with her fingers. A wave of lust swept over me, as if I'd suddenly been set free from a sexual cage, and I threw my arms around her as we began to kiss feverishly, her tongue licking the inside of my mouth. I felt my legs go weak as her tongue swirled and flicked. Then suddenly Miss Granger broke away, pulling her tongue from my mouth, she looked down at my nappy and quickly began to undo the tapes. Hurriedly she pulled my nappy open freeing my stiff cock from it's plastic prison, slipped her fingers around the shaft and slowly began to masturbate me. Her grip felt so controlled and purposeful as if her only intension was to make me cum. I closed my eyes letting the sensations wash over me. I suddenly felt something soft and wet touch my lips and opened my eyes to see Miss Grangers face just inches from mine. She parted my lips with the tip of her tongue and pushed it into my mouth.
There was no respite, Miss Granger's tongue was working hard, slipping and squirming around in my mouth while her hand continued to masturbate me. She pulled her tongue from my mouth and began to flick it across and under my lips, lapping away at them, licking my mouth as if she was licking out another woman's pussy. I began to moan with pleasure, letting the feelings wash over me, her hand continuing it's relentless work on my aching cock, up and down, up and down. She seemed focussed as if it was her mission, she knew exactly how to bring me off and was not going to stop until she had. Feeling the orgasm start it's journey, I began to whimper and wriggle my legs, but still she continued. Then she made her tongue hard and pushed it in and out of my mouth as if she were fucking my mouth with it. My lips enclosed around it, sucking at her tongue as it slipped in and out. My whimpering and moaning became louder as I felt the orgasm rise up through my legs and around my whole body. Miss Granger could sense I was getting close and quickened her rhythm, her tongue swirling and licking faster and more intensely, her grip on my cock firm and steady as she brought me to a shuddering climax. She kissed me long and hard as spurts of hot cum shot from my reddening cock, her arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace until the orgasm slipped away leaving me panting and breathless.
Exhausted, I rested my head on her shoulder for a few minutes to catch my breath. I remained on her lap for quite a while just hugging, Miss Granger gently rocking me as if trying to get me to sleep. After a while Miss Granger reached down and pulled my nappy back up and re-sealed the tapes. Then she lifted me off, laid me back down on the bed and pulled the covers back over me. Then popped my dummy back in my mouth, got up and left the room, just like that, as if it was an everyday occurrence.
I lay there for quite a while staring at the ceiling trying to get my head around what had just happened to me, the early evening sunshine was still managing to penetrate some light through the bedroom curtains giving the room a soft warm glow. I felt quite guilty when I thought of Kirsty, not just because of what had just happened, but the fact that I'd enjoyed it. But it wasn't long before I had something to take my mind off of it. I suddenly realized that I needed to pee. This was a whole new ball game, wearing a nappy was one thing, wetting it was another, and although I knew I couldn't outlast nature, I was certainly going to try. The trouble was, I was just lying there in bed, I needed to be busy doing things in order to stay the course. Luckily Miss Granger came to my aid.
I was just a few minutes into my predicament, lying there wriggling my legs about and trying to squeeze my cock with my fingers, (which wasn't easy with the amount of padding around it) when she opened the door and took me downstairs and sat me in front of the TV. I sat there watching cartoons for a while, but the feelings became worse. I started to fidget and squirm as I tried to fight the urge to pee, I tried to concentrate by wriggling my legs together but the thickness of the nappy between them made doing that useless and just made the nappy really noisy as the plastic rustled loudly with each wriggle. I tried to squeeze my cock but I couldn't get a grip on it through the padding. My determination turned into frustration as I became increasingly aware that I was fighting a loosing battle. After a few more minutes of wriggling my legs the feelings became stronger and stronger, a couple of times I felt the pee work it's way to the end of my cock and I managed to keep it at bay but it took a lot of concentration.
"My you're certainly making a lot of noise in here." Said Miss Granger, suddenly appearing from nowhere. I nearly jumped out of my skin, I'd been so focussed I hadn't heard her come into the room. "What are you up to?" She said, as she walked over to me. "Look at the state of you!" She continued. "Look at your nappy, all out of shape, what have you been doing?" She knelt down in front of me and began to pull my nappy about, straightening it and tightening it up. "You haven't been trying to take this off have you?" She said, pulling the dummy out of my mouth.
"No Miss." I replied. She gave my nappy another pull, making it tight around my waist, I breathed in through my teeth as her hand pressed against my bladder, Miss Granger heard me and looked up.
"Are you ok sweetie?" She said. I didn't answer, I was too busy suppressing another surge of pee, wriggling and fidgeting my legs while she knelt down in front of me. Suddenly Miss Granger got up.
"Ahh, I think baby needs a wee doesn't she?" She said sarcastically, standing over me with her hands on her hips. "I'd better get a nice new nappy ready for you hadn't I?"
"Can't I use the toilet Miss, please?" I said quickly, stopping her in her tracks.
"No Samantha," She replied. "You're to wet your nappy like a good little girl, what's the point in treating you like a baby and putting you in nappies if you're not going to use them," She said sternly. "Now I'm going to run you a nice warm bath, then you can have another bottle and a fresh nappy before bed. So I want you to be wet by the time I come back ok?" And she left the room and went upstairs. I turned to look at the TV, trying to squeeze my cock through the nappy as Scooby Do and Shaggy were running away from an unlikely ghost, and sadly realized that I was just avoiding the inevitable. So finally I had to admit defeat and give in. I relaxed my body totally, letting my arms and legs go limp and waited. At first nothing happened, and I had a couple of seconds where I thought that perhaps I had beaten it, but then I felt another surge pulse through me and this time there was no stopping it. I felt the pee work it's way back up my cock as I relaxed, and I actually caught myself sighing with relief as I felt it gush out of me like warm water escaping from a dam. My nappy rustled softly as it began to stretch, soaking up my warm pee. I looked down and saw the nappy gradually turning yellow, felt the warmth as it soaked up more and more, the bulge between my legs becoming solid and quite firm. I could feel a small dribble of pee run down between my butt cheeks, the nappy obviously becoming heavily saturated as it continued to gush out of me. This sensation was totally alien to me, considering that all my life since I was out of nappies I'd never once wet myself, let alone been told to. It's a really unusual feeling not to be standing over a toilet as you pee, no echoing sound of splashing water, no looking down and seeing it flush away. I looked down worriedly, checking to see if my nappy had leaked and stood up to examine the sofa. My nappy felt really different, it sagged and felt a lot heavier, the weight of it making it hang lower around my waist as I stood there examining it. I touched the bulge between my legs, it was really warm and solid, and didn't puff back into shape when I squeezed it. I could feel the dampness but I wasn't soaked through which surprised me considering how much pee had gushed out of me. It felt unusually warm against the insides of my legs, the thick bulge of padding underneath me hung down solid and heavy, pulling my nappy down lower around my waist. Just then Miss Granger came back in, I felt a pang of guilt at having wet myself, I felt as though I had been caught doing something really naughty. After all the different experiences Miss Granger had put me through those past months, I had never felt as humiliated as I did just then, being free to pee whenever you need to and not needing to ask is a fundamental sign that you're a free person, a grown up, something you take for granted. Being made to wet yourself and having someone change your nappy takes all that freedom away, it's the ultimate act of domination and control, and is the most embarrassing experience in the world. Miss Granger walked over to me and placed her hand against my bottom and then slipped her finger underneath the elastic.
"Ooh, you are wet aren't you?" She said. I felt close to tears as she took my hand and led me over to the changing mat, my heavily soaked nappy swaying from side to side as I waddled over and sat down on it, the warm hard padding of my nappy squashed under me. Miss Granger knelt down beside me her face level with mine and with a smile popped a yellow dummy into my mouth. Just as the rubber nipple slipped between my lips and into my mouth the humiliation became too much and I actually started to cry. "There, there," She cooed. "Now lie back and let mummy take this nasty wet nappy off." Tears began to run from my eyes as she placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back so I was lying down, then moved down to my wet nappy and proceeded to change me. She ripped open the sticky tapes of my heavily soaked nappy, lifted my bottom and pulled it from under me. The air felt cool against my skin as I lay there naked and exposed on the mat. Miss Granger took a baby wipe and carefully and gently began to clean me up with it, wiping away the moisture from between my legs and around my cock. Still crying, I screwed my eyes tight shut trying to block out the humiliation as Miss Granger lifted my legs and began to wipe my bottom with a fresh baby wipe, slipping it deep between my cheeks and over my balls. That done, she took my hands and pulled me up into a sitting position, then lifted me up and led me upstairs and into the bathroom.
It felt strange being washed by an adult, having done it myself for so many years. Miss Granger seemed oblivious to it and washed me thoroughly and with no fuss and bother. Once out of the bath she dried me and took me downstairs and back into the living room where she sat me on the sofa and went into the kitchen to get me a bottle. I felt really self-conscious as I sat there naked, waiting for her to come back. It seems strange to say it, but I felt more embarrassed being naked in front of her than I did wearing a nappy. I felt myself going red in the face as she came in with my bottle and proceeded to sit me on her lap. I tried to cover myself up but it was impossible. She brought the bottle up to my lips and I reluctantly let her push the nipple between them and into my mouth. She looked down at me and smiled as she started to feed me. I looked into her eyes as I sucked on the bottle and I suddenly remembered about earlier when we were kissing, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted her to kiss me again. I felt myself looking away with embarrassment at the thought of her lips against mine, but also noticed that I was starting to get aroused. Being fed with a baby's bottle while sitting naked on her lap wasn't the best time to get a 'hard on', but I couldn't get the memories of earlier out of my head. The thing was, ever since that morning when my 'babyfication' had started, my feelings for Miss Granger had changed. Our relationship had started as teacher/pupil, then become mother/daughter. She had always been dominant towards me, but ever since the afternoon's antics in the bedroom I found that my feelings towards her had grown. In making me her baby, she had become my provider, I was totally dependant on her for everything and that now included my sexual needs.
Miss Granger continued to feed me, totally ignoring my cock which was standing up proudly to attention as the last few drops of milk disappeared. After I had finished, she led me over to the changing mat and sat me down on it. I laid down and spread my legs wide, hoping she would masturbate me again, but then I heard the familiar jangling of her bangles a she began to shake the baby powder over me. I wanted her to touch me so badly I spread my legs as wide as I could, but my invitation was ignored as she opened up a fresh nappy, placed it underneath me, pulled it up tightly between my legs and fastened up the tapes. I was just about to sit up when Miss granger stopped me, she gently pressed my shoulders back down onto the mat saying,
"Hold on, Mummy's not finished with you yet!" I lay there on the mat looking up at the ceiling confused. I'd just had a nappy change, what else was there? My question was answered by the swishing sound of soft plastic, I looked down to see Miss Granger holding a pair of canary yellow see-through baby pants, she shook them out opening them up and then began to slip my feet into the leg holes. The plastic felt cold against my skin as she slowly eased them up my legs, stretching them over my fresh new nappy before letting go of the elastic with a snap. "There," She cooed. "That should keep you nice and dry for tonight!" I felt really ashamed and embarrassed as she lifted me up off of the changing mat, led me out of the room and took me up the stairs to bed. I protested that I didn't want to go to bed this early, but Miss Granger ignored me, pulling me up the stairs, my nappy rustling loudly as I followed. Without saying a word she put me back into bed and pulled the covers over me, popped a dummy into my mouth, turned out the light and left the room.
I lay my head down on the pillow, looked up at the ceiling and sighed. I couldn't keep up with this. It was all happening too fast for me. Dressed in nappies, put to bed, out of bed, bottle feeds, back to bed, my head was in a spin. As I lay there sucking my dummy, my cock still pressing up hard against the inside of my nappy, I really felt beaten. I felt that my life was totally out of my control, Miss Granger was pulling all the strings and I had no option but to follow, and as I was yet to find out, Miss Granger still had other things in store for me.
It must have been around two o'clock in the morning when Miss Granger came into my room. I was woken up from a deep sleep when she turned on the light and walked over to my bed. I squinted at the sudden light in my eyes as she leant over me and pulled off the covers, the sudden cold making me curl up. I grumbled irritably under my breath as Miss Granger began pulling at my plastic pants, tugging them down over my nappy and down to my knees where she left them. Then she quickly and methodically unfastened the tapes of my nappy and proceeded to pull it from under me, I couldn't believe I was having a nappy change in the middle of the night and groaned with displeasure as my nappy was pulled away. Then to my surprise Miss Granger stood me up next to my bed and sat herself down, and with her head right next to my tummy began to pull my plastic pants back up. I stood there still half asleep while Miss Granger pulled them up and smoothed out the plastic over my bottom with her hand. Then she took my hands and pulled me forward over her lap, and I suddenly realized with horror that she was going to spank me. Before I had time to protest her hand came down hard with a resounding 'SLAP!!' onto my plastic covered bottom. My legs kicked out in pain as she began to reign stinging blows down onto me, 'SLAP'. 'SLAP'.
'SLAP'. Again and again without pause her hand came down hard, the plastic pants I was wearing giving the slapping sounds more resonance. I wriggled hard trying to escape off of her lap but she held me down tight and continued to spank me.
On and on it went, my eyes filled with tears as I started to cry, the pain and the feelings of humiliation and utter control swept over me. With my voice shaking I begged her to stop but my pleas were ignored as the spanking continued. She was like a robot, emotionless and unstoppable. I wriggled and squirmed harder as the pain intensified, I kicked my legs out trying desperately to wriggle free, but Miss Granger's grip around my waist tightened and she began to spank me even harder. 'SLAP'. 'SLAP'. 'SLAP'. Still she continued, this was the longest spanking I'd ever had, my bottom became so numb that after a while the sharp stinging pain began to lessen. And then to my great surprise I noticed that I had a huge 'hard-on'. Here I was stretched across Miss Granger's lap in the early hours of the morning having the spanking of my life, and it was turning me on! I couldn't believe it.
Eventually, after what seemed an eternity the spanking stopped. Miss Granger gave out a short puff of air as if she'd just finished running the hundred metres, and then reached down for a pot of soothing cream. She hooked her fingers under my plastic pants and began to pull them down to get at my bottom, but the elastic around the front snagged on my rock hard cock, she pulled harder but they wouldn't budge. She then stood me up and without saying a word pulled the plastic pants up and over my cock, which then sprang up within inches from Miss Granger's face. I felt my own face glowing red with embarrassment as she continued to slip the plastic pants down my legs to my knees. The soothing cream felt really cold against my stinging bottom as her hand gently caressed me, covering my skin in goose bumps. The last few tears ran down my face as she finished applying the cream and gently laid me back down onto the bed. She then popped a dummy back into my mouth and reached round for another nappy. She then took hold of my ankles and lifted them up, placing the fresh nappy underneath my stinging bottom, she pulled it up between my legs, tightened up the tapes and then pulled my plastic pants back up and over my nappy, and without saying a word, pulled the covers back over me, walked over to the door, switched off the light and left the room.
Now you may well think, as I did, that my life at Miss Granger's house seemed pretty one-sided. Things seemed to be more focussed towards punishments than anything else, and certainly it seemed that way to me. But little did I know that the following day was to be a day I'll never forget.
The day started off quite normally. Miss granger got me out of bed and led me downstairs for breakfast, (which she insisted on feeding to me). Then she sat me on her lap and fed me a bottle taking the opportunity to tell me that she was taking me with her to a friends house for the day, where I was going to be introduced to some of her closest friends. Apparently they had requested to see me after Miss Granger had told them all about my 'Baby regime'. I must admit, the thought of leaving the house dressed in nappies was bad enough, but the thought of being seen by her friends filled me with dread.
I felt nervous all morning, I'd felt nervous the first time I left the house dressed as a girl but this was different, back then with kirsty holding my hand I'd felt nervous but excited, this time though as Miss Granger put a very short skirt on me which clearly showed my bulging nappy underneath I was filled with dread. Miss Granger put a t-shirt on me and then some pink socks and sandals before grabbing a large bag from the hall and opening the front door.
"Come on young lady!" She said, holding out her hand towards me with an impatient look on her face. "We don't want to be late." I stood there hesitating, the mid morning sun was pouring in through the open front door inviting in a nice warm breeze but my feet just wouldn't move. Miss Granger dropped the large bag she was holding and looked at me sternly, "Samantha, if you don't hurry up I'll undress you and you can leave the house in just your nappy!" Reluctantly I made my way outside and stood by the car. The warm sun was beating down on me as I stood there pulling my skirt down trying to conceal my nappy, which was shinning yellow underneath my plastic baby pants. Miss granger teasingly took her time locking up the house before unlocking the car for me, and after what seemed an eternity we were on our way.
About fifteen minutes into our journey I started to feel like I needed to pee, I felt my face flush with colour at the thought of enduring a nappy change away from the sanctuary of the house. I found myself beginning to wriggle my legs and squirm about in my seat as Miss Granger drove along in the traffic. She must have noticed me because as we came to a stop at a set of traffic lights, she leaned over, pulled the hem of my skirt up exposing my nappy to full view, reached under my baby pants and slipped a couple of fingers under the elastic leg of my nappy.
"Does baby need to go?" She asked. I didn't satisfy her with an answer, but just stared red faced out of the window hoping no one could see me in my nappy. The lights went green and as we pulled away I remember the seatbelt tightening across my tummy, pressing down on my bladder making me squirm in my seat. Without thinking I tried to squeeze my cock with my fingers but the mass of padding around it made it impossible.
Miss Granger placed her hand on my bulging nappy, making the plastic pants rustle softly as she ran her fingers over it. "Don't fight it sweetie," She said. "Make yourself nice and wet, I'll get Angela to change your nappy when we get there, the girls can't wait to make a fuss over you." A hot wave of humiliation washed over me at the sound of those words, and yet, deep down something stirred inside me at the thought of being 'fussed' over by a group of women. As the car sped along out into the country, little did I know that I was being whisked towards the greatest sexual experience of my life.
As the journey continued my mind was racing, what was going to happen to me? I wanted to ask Miss Granger but another surge ran through my bladder and I realized that I could hold on no longer. I wriggled and squirmed uncomfortably in my seat as the warm pee gushed out of me, I turned my face away from Miss Granger as my nappy began to rustle and swell, hoping she wouldn't notice, but with my nappy in full view and the fact that Miss Granger was resting her hand on my plastic pants as she drove, I realized that that was an unrealistic hope.
I continued to squirm in my seat, my nappy growing warmer and harder as the last drops of pee soaked into it.
"Good Girl," She said, squeezing the nappy with her fingers. "It isn't far now, you'll have a nice fresh nappy put on you when we get there." Still facing the window I fought the urge not to cry.
After a few more minutes, Miss Granger pulled the car up in front of two huge stone pillars with wrought iron gates that slowly opened when Miss Granger punched in a key code. The driveway was very long with miles of emerald green fields stretching out into the distance on either side, finally ending at a fairly large house. It was really nice and quite secluded, there were a few cars parked in front of the house and as we parked up I felt a 'flutter' of nerves as I wondered what the day had in store.
I sat there staring up at the house as Miss Granger came round and opened the passenger door. She reached in and unbuckled my seatbelt letting me out of the car. I remember pulling my skirt down in a vain attempt to hide my bulging nappy, (which felt heavy and warm now that It was wet), but it was impossible to hide due to the shortness of my skirt and the fact that my nappy was sagging with the extra weight. Then suddenly a woman came out to meet us, she seemed quite a bit younger than Miss Granger and looked very pretty with long straight blonde hair, she was quite slim, and had a very feminine way about her. She greeted Miss Granger and then turned her attention to me.
"And you must be Samantha." She said, smiling broadly at me. I felt my face glow bright red as she looked me up and down with interest.
"Angela!" Said Miss Granger as she lifted a heavy bag from the boot. "Unfortunately Samantha had a little accident on the way, would you change her nappy for me while I meet the girls and get ready?"
"Of course." She said, turning to look at me with a huge smile on her face. I stood there dumbstruck, wishing that the ground would swallow me up. Miss Granger handed Angela a fresh new nappy from the bag and closed the boot. I was close to tears as Angela took my hand and led me into the house. Once inside I was introduced to two other women, Penny and Sasha. They were all about the same age as Miss Granger and smiled sweetly at me when Angela introduced me, all the while holding my hand tightly in hers and to heighten my mounting humiliation was visibly holding the new nappy in the other.
"Okay then," She said as the introductions were done. "Let's get you out of this nasty wet nappy."
I was taken up to a little bedroom at the top of the house, my nappy hung down ever lower between my legs as I climbed the stairs giving me a very pronounced 'waddle'.
Once inside, Angela led me over to the bed and immediately began to undress me. She raised my hands in the air, pulled my top up over my head and placed it on the bed. Then she reached around my waist, unfastened my skirt and placed it neatly next to my top. I stood there in just my nappy on the verge of tears and watched her bend down and remove my sandals and socks. Once off, Angela then patted the duvet with her hand and told me to lie down on the bed, feeling her pretty eyes watching me with interest I awkwardly climbed onto the bed and stretched myself out, resting on my elbows.
Angela then told me to suck my thumb. I looked up at her pretty face, pleading with her not to humiliate me further.
"Lie down and put your thumb in your mouth please," She said commandingly. "I want you to suck your thumb and watch me while I change your nappy!" Reluctantly I put my thumb in my mouth and began to suck on it. Angela then gently pushed me down onto the bed, my head coming to rest on a soft pillow. I looked down to see her reach forward and slip her slender fingers under the waist of my plastic baby pants, my body jerked as she tugged them, peeling them off of me, the plastic making a soft 'swishing' noise as it slid across my disposable nappy, which became shiny white again as the yellow see-through pants were pulled down over it. Angela's beautifully straight blonde hair flopped down onto my nappy as she continued to pull the plastic pants down my legs, I could feel the soft plastic against my bare feet as she pulled them off of me before turning her attention to my nappy. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she gave me a smile, and, as if going to open a daintily wrapped present, gingerly pulled at the sticky tapes of my nappy, one side, then the other. I find it hard to describe how much humiliation and shame I felt, as the tapes were gently ripped open. Knowing that any moment my nakedness would be displayed right in front of a pretty stranger, a young woman who was examining my seventeen year old body, dressed like a baby in nappies, helpless, dependant, a doll to be dressed and played with by total strangers, a boy suspended in babyhood, not even aloud to use the toilet, having to have everything done for him, it was all too much. As Angela gently pulled open my wet nappy, exposing my nakedness to the air, I turned my head to one side and closed my eyes trying to block out the horror of the situation. Tears welled up in my eyes as Angela gently raised my knees and parted my legs in readiness to remove my sodden nappy. Instinctively I arched my back, lifting my bottom clear of the bed as she pulled the nappy from under me. I lay there for a few seconds, the cool air fresh against my naked skin, then suddenly I felt the touch of a soft moist baby wipe between my legs and around my cock, and opened my eyes to see Angela smiling down at me.
"There," She cooed, "That feels better doesn't it? Babies love having their nappy changed." I squirmed awkwardly as she continued to wipe all around my nether regions, all the while smiling down at me. Then suddenly she stopped wiping and very gently began to run her fingers up and down my cock, teasing it stroking it, I closed my eyes to avoid her gaze as she slowly began to squeeze and manipulate my fast growing cock. As soon as it grew hard she enclosed her slender fingers around the shaft and gently started to masturbate me. "Now then Samantha," She said, her voice a bit more authoritative. "Once I've put a fresh nappy on you, I want you to lie here quietly while I go and get dressed, then we'll come and get you when we're ready, Okay?" I stopped sucking my thumb and said,
"What's going to happen Miss?" my voice shaking slightly as she continued to masturbate me.
"Well, every few weeks we all get together here at my house and spend a day playing with each other," She said. I looked up not really knowing what to say as her fingers continued their caress. "Miss Granger told us about you and we decided that we would like to play with you." There was a pause, before she said, "You know what we mean by 'play' don't you Samantha?"
I must have laid there for about an hour after Angela had left. She had put a fresh nappy on me and instructed me to lie there and wait for her return. So I lay there, alone, just staring at the ceiling. It was too hot to sleep despite having nothing on but a clean disposable nappy. The midday sun was pouring in through the open window, a soft warm breeze made the curtains gently sway in and out like shallow waves in a sea of cotton. Then suddenly the door opened and Miss Granger came in. What she was wearing made my jaw drop. She had on a black figure- hugging corset, shiny black panties with black stockings and suspenders, patent leather stiletto's, and her face looked gorgeous with expertly applied make-up. She came over to me, took my hand, pulled me up and led me out of the room, my nappy rustled loudly as I followed her along the landing towards another bedroom door.
The sight that greeted me as we entered the room I will never forget for as long as I live. The room was huge, there was an enormous four-poster bed along the right hand wall. In the middle of the room standing on a padded foot stool was Penny, She was dressed completely in white lingerie, stockings, panties etc, her arms were raised behind her head because she had her wrists manacled to two chains that were connected to the ceiling. Standing behind Penny was Angela, dressed in a tight PVC nurses outfit, complete with white fishnet stockings and thigh high shiny white PVC boots.
On the other side of the foot stool, standing in front of Penny was Sasha, she was wearing a pink latex mini dress with clear Perspex stiletto's, both women seemed to be in the process of undressing penny who remained on the stool, helpless and manacled. Angela reached forward and unclipped Penny's bra, as it sprang undone, Sasha slipped it off of her shoulders and dropped the bra on the floor. Both women then advanced, Sasha immediately cupped Penny's naked breasts and began to kiss and lick them. Angela placed her hands around Penny's waist slipping her fingers under her white suspender belt, leaned forward and started nibbling and kissing Penny's slender neck.
Still holding my hand, Miss Granger led me over to the far end of the room where there was an enormous mirror wall.
"Now let's get you ready," She said, sliding open one of the mirrors. "What would you like to wear?" Inside was a long row of assorted outfits on hangers, all different colours and materials. "Have you ever worn rubber?" Miss Granger asked, pulling out a shiny black latex miniskirt. I shook my head and gazed at it in wonder. "It's wonderful," She continued. "The way it clings to you like a second skin, so smooth and stretchy." She was obviously quite passionate about it, she was running her fingers over it, stretching and caressing it. She offered it to me to touch, It felt so smooth, almost like liquid in my hands. "Your bum would feel nice wrapped in this." She said, looking down at me with a look of hunger in her eyes. But something had caught my eye, I reached forward and pulled out a white rubber skirt and top, the skirt was the shortest one I'd ever seen, it had a tight waist band but immediately pleated out, leaving whatever you were wearing underneath almost completely in view. The top was a corset style and felt incredibly smooth and clingy.
"There are some sexy little panties that go with that." Came a voice from behind me. I looked round to see Angela pulling out a draw full of assorted knickers. She pulled out a pair of white rubber panties that were quite skimpy and very glossy. "There's a suspender belt as well if you want to wear stockings." Angela continued.
"Samantha loves wearing stockings," Said Miss Granger beside me. "She has perfect legs for them too."
"Okay then," Replied Angela. "Stockings it is." And with that she began to rummage around in another draw.
"But before you get dressed you need some make-up don't you." Explained Miss Granger, and she guided me over to a dressing table. My nappy rustled loudly as she sat me down on a little padded seat in front of a brightly lit mirror.
The room suddenly became a buzz of excitement. Angela and Miss granger were sorting out my outfit. Angela was looking through pairs of white stockings, she was fishing out lots of pairs and was busy slipping her hands into them, checking them for runs. Miss granger was neatly laying out the rubber outfit on the bed. Sasha had released Penny from her bonds and was now placing items of make-up on the dressing table in front of me, while penny stood behind me, still topless, gently stroking my hair.
Sasha then knelt down in front of me and proceeded to do my make-up, she took great care over it, curling my eye- lashes with thick black mascara, expertly shadowing my eyes with shades of smoky grey, all the while penny was gently stroking my hair, her naked breasts just inches above my head.
As I sat there on the stool I started to take in for the first time what exactly what was going on. Here I was, surrounded by scantily clad women who were 'preparing' me for their own pleasures. As this realization hit home I felt a huge wave of excitement build up inside me and I found myself beginning to shake slightly as the time got steadily nearer, my cock immediately sprang up at the thought of what was happening, it swelled up hot and throbbing inside my nappy as Sasha untwisted the top off of a bottle of thick shiny pink lip-gloss. My heart began to pound as she reached forward and gently touched my lips with the small lip-gloss brush, coating them in a thick gooey layer. Once my make-up was finished I was stood up and led over to the padded footstool with the manacles hanging above, swaying slightly.
"Now stand up here Samantha," Said Angela guiding me onto the stool. "And we'll get you dressed."
I balanced myself on the stool as the women busily went to work on me. Penny began to rub baby oil all over my upper body,
"This makes it easier to dress when you wear rubber," She said, pouring more baby lotion onto her hands.
Just then I felt the tapes of my nappy being pulled undone, and looked down to see Angela pulling it off of me and passing it to Sasha.
"I think Samantha looks really cute in her nappy." Said Sasha, as she stood there squeezing and caressing my nappy in her fingers.
"Yes," Replied Angela. "And she's going to look gorgeous in rubber too." Miss Granger then came over with the rubber top I had chosen and helped Penny put it on me. It felt totally amazing as it slowly slipped down my body, enwrapping me like a second skin. It was so smooth and shiny and hugged me tightly as if I was wrapped in cling film. My cock was throbbing and twitching with anticipation as Penny and Miss granger made some final adjustments, running their fingers over the surface of the shiny white latex and pulling it into place.
Then to my surprise, they gently took my wrists, lifted them up high and locked them into the manacles that were hanging from the ceiling, leaving me utterly helpless and vulnerable as all four women carried on dressing me.
While my wrists were being locked into the manacles, Penny had begun to apply baby lotion all around my midriff, her warm oily hands slipping and sliding around my bottom and between my legs, while Sasha stood there with the rest of my outfit. Once Penny had finished oiling me up, Angela stepped forward and placed the rubber suspender belt around my waist and clipped it into position, the little rubber strips dangled down against my legs in readiness for the stockings. I looked down hungrily at the skimpy rubber panties Sasha was holding, I was impatient to wear them, to feel them hug me and cling to me. The latex was quite thin and had been polished up to make them shiny and glossy. Angela took them from her and placed them at my feet, I excitedly raised each foot in turn and stepped into them, I squeezed my legs tightly together and looked down excitedly as Angela slowly eased them up my legs, but before they were pulled all the way up, Angela took hold of my rigid cock and carefully pushed it through a hole in the front of the panties, Angela looked up at the quizzical look on my face.
"This is so we can get at you without slipping your panties off." She said with a wry smile, "There's a slit at the back as well for the same reason." The stretchy rubber panties shone white and glossy in the bright light as Angela pulled them up over my oiled bottom, I stood there manacled and helpless on the padded stool, my rock hard cock pushing up through the hole in the front as my panties were pulled into place. I hardly had time to get used to the feeling of them before the little pleated miniskirt was put on me. It fitted snugly around my waist covering my suspender belt, the shiny latex pleats hung down so short it barely covered my ass. I squirmed and wriggled as I stood there on the stool, my wrists locked above my head in the manacles, aching to touch my rubber outfit, to run my hands over the shiny latex and to feel it stretched tight across my skin. I looked down to see Angela and Sasha holding a sheer white stocking each, they were gathering them up in preparation for unrolling them up my legs. Instinctively I raised my feet one at a time and watched as my legs were slowly encased in sheer white shiny nylon. They were brought right up to the top of my thighs and carefully connected to the ends of my suspender belt, which hung down below the hem of my miniskirt. I stood there, fully dressed, chained and vulnerable, easy prey for four women with lust on their minds and hunger in their eyes. I stood there on the stool wriggling against my bonds, desperate to touch myself. Angela decided that she wanted to put some sexy boots on my feet, and took Miss Granger off with her to find some. Penny and Sasha sidled up to me and began to inspect me, saying how nice I looked.
Penny lifted up the hem of my tiny skirt and ran her fingers across the shiny rubber stretched tight across my bottom.
"Ooh, this feels nice," She said, giving my bottom a little pat.
"I like her legs," Said Sasha, as she slid her hands down my stockings. "I love women in stockings." And with that she took penny's hands, pulled her forward and kissed her full on the lips right in front of me. They kissed slowly and delicately, their hands slipping around each other like snakes. After a while Sasha broke away and led Penny over to the bed, she gently pushed her down onto it, slowly climbed on top of her and began to kiss her naked breasts. I stood there transfixed as they writhed around on the bed, kissing and caressing each other.
It wasn't long before Angela and Miss Granger returned. Angela was carrying a pair of white patent leather ankle boots for me to wear. Miss Granger reached up and unchained my wrists and helped me off of the stool. I looked over at the bed as Angela buckled up the boots on my feet, Sasha had her face buried between Penny's legs, Penny's eyes were closed and her head was rolling from side to side as Sasha licked and kissed her pussy.
I was so transfixed on the two women on the bed I didn't notice that Angela had started to kiss my legs. She was kneeling on the floor in front of me, kissing her way up my legs, and was almost to the top of my stockings by the time I noticed. Her hands were gently gripping my legs as she reached my stocking tops and began to kiss my inner thigh, her head resting against my cock which was erect and pointing skyward.
Just then I felt a finger probing my bottom through the slit in the back of my panties. Miss Granger was sitting on the stool behind me and was probing and inspecting me with her finger, she poked her finger into my bottom just as Angela took my swollen cock in her mouth. I gasped out loud as her warm soft lips enclosed around it, her tongue licking and swirling like an eel. I felt my knees go week as Miss Granger gently pushed her finger deeper into me, and Angela's lips slid further down my shaft.
The noises I was making must have attracted Penny and Sasha, because they broke apart and came over to join in. My heart was pounding so hard it was making my chest pulse. My breathing became heavy as all four women stood around me. Angela was now licking the under side of my cock, Penny was kneeling next to her, running her fingers up and down my sheer stockings and commenting on how smooth they felt. Sasha stood behind me, her hands caressing my latex top while she gently kissed my neck, which sent shivers down my spine. Miss Granger was now inserting a second finger into my bottom with the help of what must have been some sort of lubricant.
Sasha then came around to face me, her pink rubber mini dress shining with a high gloss as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips, instinctively I placed my hands on her waist, slipping them round her back as we kissed. The latex under my fingers was so smooth, almost like liquid, it hugged her like a second skin. I gasped again as she slipped her tongue into my mouth, it tasted strange, kind of salty, and I moaned with pleasure as I realized where it came from.
We continued kissing for a quite a while, our tongues slowly and rhythmically slipping and wriggling inside each other's mouths, it was incredibly sensual. Miss Granger was now slowly frigging me, making my body jerk slightly as she pushed her fingers in and out of my bottom. Angela on the other hand seemed to be totally infatuated with my cock, her fingers tightly wrapped around it she was licking and sucking on it greedily, making sure in the process that she didn't make me cum by skilfully toying with it, not sucking me off but licking and kissing, sucking on it only for a few seconds at a time. This had an incredible effect on me, I was so overcome with the sensations I was feeling, and the realization of what I was experiencing, I found myself getting a bit light headed, as if I was floating in a dream. Maybe I was hyperventilating I can't remember, but whatever it was it showed no sign of abating. Whatever the girls had in store for me, they were no way near finished with me yet.
My senses came drifting back into focus when Sasha suddenly pulled away from me, her tongue slipping gently through my lips leaving a little string of glistening spittle. I hadn't realized it, but all four women had stopped what they were doing and were now slowly guiding me towards the bed.
I don't really know how I got there, but the next thing I remember I was astride Sasha on 'all fours' on the bed, licking her breasts through the rubber that enveloped them. The rubber was so smooth it was like licking a party balloon, smooth stretched rubber wrapped around young pert breasts. My knees buried themselves into the bedding as I continued to lick and kiss Sasha's breasts. Angela had somehow managed to lie underneath me to continue treating my cock as a lollypop, while miss granger had spread my legs wide apart, and was now inserting a vibrator into my raised bottom, I could feel the hardness of it as it was slowly inched deeper and deeper inside me.
I moaned with pleasure as Miss Granger began to rotate it, I looked up from Sasha's breasts to see Penny crawl up to Sasha and start to kiss her, their pink glossy lips pressed against each other, I moved up to join in, and we took it in turns to kiss and be kissed, all the while Angela was still toying with my cock. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and sighs of rapture, little moans of pleasure and sounds of kissing and licking, it was an orchestra of sexual activity, and I was right in the middle of it.
What amazed me was the way they would all change position as though this was all rehearsed, they all seemed to know what to do next. Miss Granger left the dildo inside me and was now sucking on my cock where Angela had been. Angela was now kissing Sasha's naked breasts having pulled the latex top down to reveal them, she was cupping them in her hand and licking Sasha's erect nipples. Sasha closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as I joined in, placing my lips over her nipple and slipping my tongue over it, Then her sighs became muffled moans as Penny kissed her once more, slipping her tongue into her mouth and crushing her lips against hers.
A short while later, after everyone had changed positions again a couple of times, everyone decided to concentrate all their attention to my bottom, and in particular the dildo that was still inside it. I was still on my hands and knees on the bed, my bottom sticking up high in the air, although I had somehow progressed up towards the pillow end because I remember I reached up and took hold of the upright posts of the bed as my dildo was slowly removed. There were lots of 'cooing' and muttering as it was gently pulled free, immediately replaced by fingers rubbing and probing. Then I felt my skirt being removed, and hands slipping over and around my bottom, squeaking against the rubber stretched tight across my bum cheeks. I could feel the rubber strips of my suspender belt pressing against my upper thighs as my legs were spread wider. I heard someone comment on the red marks made by my spanking session the night before.
"Samantha likes it when I spank her." Said Miss Granger as she continued to examine my bottom.
"You haven't spanked me for a while Tina." Said Penny eagerly. Miss Granger suddenly pulled her finger from my bottom and slipped it into Penny's mouth making her moan with pleasure, and without saying a word took Penny's hand and led her over to the chair by the dressing table. Then, just as I was watching Penny spread herself across Miss Grangers lap, I felt my body being slowly flipped over onto my back, Sasha was kneeling over me on all fours, her beautiful hair draped across my chest. I moved my gaze from Penny to see Angela kneel behind Sasha and insert a strap-on dildo into her pussy from behind. Sasha's eyes sparkled as Angela slowly pushed the dildo deeper into her. Sasha reached down and took my cock in her mouth and began to greedily suck on it, her body rocking backwards and forwards as Angela began to fuck her. I turned my head just in time to see Miss Granger start to spank Penny, her stockinged legs kicking out as hard stinging slaps reigned down onto her pert bottom.
Sasha continued to suck and lick my cock as I watched Penny being spanked. I was staring transfixed as Miss Granger's hand repeatedly came down hard, filling the room with sharp slapping sounds. And as I watched, I realized that this is what it must have looked like when I had been spanked all those weeks ago the night before the holiday. My legs wrapped in white stockings kicking out in pain, Miss Granger's hand raised high in the air poised for another slap, her face full of concentration, looking down at my bottom, her other hand pressing down on my back, holding me down like a trapped animal as I struggled and squirmed to get free. Suddenly a hot rush of tingles pulsed through my body as I lay there staring at the scene before me, I looked down to see Sasha sliding her wet tongue up the shaft of my cock, and another pulse raced through my body, making me moan softly as my back arched and my body twitched. Sasha seemed to realize that I was close to orgasm and immediately withdrew her tongue from me.
"Huh huh, not yet," She said teasingly. I laid my head down on the bed again and sighed with disappointment, I was aching to cum.
My chance arrived when Penny and Miss Granger had come back to the bed, with penny nursing her sore bottom. Angela pulled the strap-on dildo out of Sasha's dripping pussy and invited me to fuck her myself. Miss Granger and Angela helped guide me in, while Sasha widened her legs allowing me to get closer, her pussy felt warm and slippery as my cock slowly disappeared into it. Sasha, who was still on all fours, now had Angela kneeling in front of her, pushing the still wet strap-on into her mouth. Then suddenly Miss Granger appeared next to me on the bed, she was laying down on it, pulling Penny down on top of her, they were kissing passionately, their lips locked together as they fell onto the bed next to me, Miss Granger was pulling at Penny's flimsy knickers and slipping her fingers into her pussy. Once again the room seemed to be filled with kissing sounds and gentle moans, there were fingers and tongues everywhere, the bed was a mass of legs in stockings, heaving breasts and working fingers. Everyone now seemed to be joined together as one, every pussy and every mouth was being fingered, fucked or kissed. Sasha rolled onto her back and pulled me into an embrace as we fucked, I crushed my lips against hers and maked my tongue into her mouth, Sasha closed her eyes and moaned softly as she sucked on my tongue like a baby.
I could hold on no longer, I felt the orgasm start to build up in my legs as Sasha tightened her pussy around my cock. My breathing became heavier still and I began to gasp as it worked up through my body. Suddenly a hand grabbed my cock and pulled me from Sasha's pussy, I was pushed down on to the bed and immediately had a pair of lips crushing down on mine, a soft warm tongue pushed it's way between my lips, swirling around inside my mouth. Then another mouth slipped over the head of my aching cock sucking and licking. I closed my eyes and totally surrendered as more lips appeared, kissing my legs and neck, hands were pulling at my lingerie, slipping between my legs and over my balls, the rubber around them squeaking as the sweaty hands continued their caress. Then I let out a final gasp as the orgasm exploded through my body, making me writhe and twitch violently on the bed, leaving me sweaty and breathless.
The rest of the day went like a blur after that, I remember lying on the bed with the girls for quite a while, we just cuddled and snoozed. Then later on I had a nice warm bath before we all ate a huge meal in the kitchen. What amazed me was that during the meal everyone chatted about everyday things as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I was totally exhausted and after eating a full plate felt just like curling up on a huge sofa and snoozing the rest of the day away. This I was allowed to do, but Miss Granger insisted that I was put back in nappies first. I was a little disappointed, but after what I'd been through I didn't really mind, I would gladly wear nappies for the rest of my life if I could do this every weekend I thought. So Angela took me back up to the top bedroom where she laid me down on the little bed and put a nice clean nappy on me before letting me curl up on the sofa in front of the TV, where I stayed for the rest of the day. When it came to bedtime, I was taken up to the huge bed we had used all afternoon and curled up under the covers, my nappy rustling as I fidgeted to get comfy. Later on I was joined by Angela, she was wearing a little pair of satin panties and nothing else as she climbed into bed with me. I had an instant hard-on as she slid over to join me. We didn't have sex but kissed and cuddled for a while before dozing off. It was then that the first pangs of guilt hit me as I suddenly remembered Kirsty, and I started to wonder about what I would say, and if I would say anything. I also wondered whether she knew about her Mum's little weekend gatherings.
The following weekend with Kirsty was as nice as ever, but I still felt guilty about what had happened the weekend before. As it turned out I didn't have the heart to tell her what had happened, not even about telling her about the nappies. It was nice not having to wear them and even nicer wearing girls clothes again. But The following weekend when Kirsty was away I was put back into nappies, we didn't visit Angela's house that weekend, but I did go back there a few more times, and it became harder and harder to be with Kirsty and not tell her. I felt really guilty about it, and it played on my mind constantly whenever we were together, but when those chances came of going to the big house my cock jumped up quicker than a 'jack-in-the-box'.
In the end a job opportunity came to me that kind of solved this problem. I was offered a job in the USA that I would have been a total fool to pass up. Kirsty was really cool about it when I told her, and I think that we were maybe starting to grow apart from each other anyway. Maybe the novelty had worn off I don't know. But we vowed to remain good friends and we have, so that's good. As for my dressing up, well eventually my body caught up with the rest of the boys my age and I became quite hairy, so I stopped dressing as a girl and haven't done since, but I do wear lingerie which my wife excepts (And quite likes, lucky me) and sometimes when I'm in the mood, I'll put on a nappy just for kicks, and whenever I do it takes me back to that amazing summer, and it makes me realize, that a broken light bulb, a step ladder and a pair of shiny white panties, really did have the most amazing effect on my entire life.
This story was written by Billy Blaze. If you have any comments I would love to hear from you. Email me at.
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