Candy

When I was thirteen years old, my parents decided that I should not spend my

summer vacation languishing at home in New York City, but instead I should

stay with my mother's sister who lived in a rural town in the State of West

Virginia: A much different environment indeed. However, I didn't like this

idea one bit. I wanted to spend the summer with my friends in New York, but

my parents thought that most of my friends were bad influences and that I

would be much better off in the countryside. (Making things worse, several

weeks before, I had been caught with some friends who were shooting a BB-gun

and throwing rocks at our school's windows. Many windows were broken. Even

though I was just watching, I still got in a lot of trouble.)

I had no further say in the West Virginia matter, and shortly after school

ended, my mother packed me into the car and drove me to stay with my her

sister, my Aunt Meg.

I was apprehensive during the ten-hour trip. I really didn't remember

anything about Aunt Meg or her daughters (my cousins) April who was fourteen

and Bonnie who was sixteen. I thought I might be in for a long, boring

summer. When we arrived, my mother told Aunt Meg that I had been misbehaving

lately and informed her about the BB-gun incident. My mother stated that I

really hadn't been disciplined enough. I felt she was exaggerating. Except

for this one incident, I was never involved in any kind of trouble.

Furthermore, I was very meek, timid, and I cried easily. I was quite afraid

of authority figures, and I did as I was told. I behaved far better than

most other boys my age. Nevertheless, my mother asked Aunt Meg to discipline

me as she saw fit, and Aunt Meg was most pleased to do this.

Aunt Meg looked down at me and ran her fingers through my rather unkempt,

shoulder-length blond hair. She frowned and asked when was the last time I

had had a haircut. She said that in her town boys sported neat crewcuts. I

begged my mother and Aunt Meg not to make me get a haircut as long hair was

the style among my New York peers and I who were budding fans of hard rock

music. My mother conceded that I could leave my hair long on one condition:

If I promised to behave and do everything Aunt Meg told me to. Of course I

said I would.

The next day my mother left for New York leaving me behind in West Virginia.

Shortly after my mother departed, Aunt Meg made mention of the punk-rock

tee-shirt I was wearing. She told me to take it off as it didn't look nice

for a little boy to wear such things. I reminded her that I was thirteen

years old (most people treated me as if I were far younger because I was very

tiny for my age, had a baby-face, and a high-pitched, little-girl voice that

I couldn't help. I was by far the smallest in my class at school and the

other kids nicknamed me "Peanut"). I told Aunt Meg that all my friends in

New York wore such shirts but she responded that we weren't in crazy New York

and that I had needed to learn some manners. She pulled the shirt off me and

took it away. Then she led me into the bathroom saying that if I was going

to wear my hair long like a girl it at least had to be clean and brushed. I

told her I had washed it yesterday but she said that I must wash it every

day. She bent me over the sink and proceeded to soak my head. Then she

shampooed my hair with her shampoo. She rinsed and dried my hair. She sat

me down and brushed it out. Finally, she combed it with a part in the

middle. I told her I didn't like it that way, but she said it was too long

and that's how I had to wear it, just like I was a girl. She said I was to

do it the same way every morning. With my hair parted neatly in the middle,

I saw in the mirror that I did look like a girl. When April saw me she

giggled and said that now I really looked like a girl.

Aunt Meg was quite attractive, and had a great figure. She often wore tight

jeans or short skirts, and I thought she looked very sexy. Over the next

several days I came to realize that she was very strict and very concerned

with cleanliness and manners.

I had been interested in women's clothing as far back as I could remember,

and when I was about eleven I started dressing in my mother's panties, slips,

nightgowns, etc. whenever I got the chance. They were much too large on me

of course, but I didn't care.

Aunt Meg had a washer and dryer in the basement, but she would dry her

lingerie and her daughters' on a clothesline behind the house. I was so

fascinated by the assortment of panties, bras, slips, etc. drying out on the

line that I couldn't prevent myself from staring at them intensely.

Aunt Meg happened to catch me touching some of the lingerie hanging out on

the line. She asked me what I was doing. When I didn't answer, she

surprised me by saying that if she caught me doing that again she would make

me wear everything hanging up! I was so embarrassed I started blushing.

Aunt Meg saw my reaction and she laughed hysterically. She teased me further

by saying that she would dress me in ladies' underwear and parade me all

around town. At dinner that night she told her daughters what had happened.

They laughed their heads off and said I was a naughty little boy. I felt so

embarrassed. During the next few days I couldn't get this incident out of my

mind. I was finding it to be a very, very big turn-on.

There were some boys who lived nearby who played ball in the road and in the

field. I wanted to join them, but they didn't like me right from the start.

They said that I couldn't play with them because I looked like a "hippie" and

a "sissy." A few of them thought that I was a girl acting like a tomboy.

They wanted to bet me and their friends that I was really a girl! I kept

insisting that I was a boy, but everyone was becoming convinced that I was a

tomboy. When I refused their requests to take down my pants and prove I

really was a boy, they all started chanting, "She's a sissy girl, sissy

girl," over and over, and I left. At dinner, I told my aunt what had

happened, adding that the boys in her town were stupid and that I wanted to

go back to New York. To my chagrin, my aunt acted as if it were all my

fault. She said that the boys wouldn't let me play with them because I was a

delinquent, had no manners, didn't know how play with others, etc. I became

upset and said that that wasn't true, and that it was completely the other

boys' faults. Then my aunt really floored me when she said, "Then maybe I

should put you in a dress and make you play with the girls." I was so

surprised by this remark I started blushing and put my head down. Aunt Meg

and my cousins started laughing hysterically. My aunt saw how embarrassed I

was by this and was delighted. She added that she was going to take me to

the girls' department at Sears and buy me a very pretty outfit. I started

sweating and everyone laughed and laughed. Later that night, I kept thinking

about my Aunt's remarks to the point that I could hardly fall asleep.

The next day however, my aunt made no further mention of making me wear a

dress or taking me to Sears, and I was both relieved and disappointed. The

day went quietly until dinner time when I accidentally spilled grape juice on

my clothes. My Aunt got so angry that she made me immediately strip to my

briefs in front of my giggling cousins, and she frantically tried to wash out

the stain. She yelled at me, saying that if my clothes were ruined she was

going to put me in a dress and spank my bottom. I was so mortified I didn't

know what to say. However, in a way, I wished that the stain wouldn't come

out and she would make good on her threat. Then cousin Bonnie laughingly

warned me about the time a few years ago when Aunt Meg punished another

cousin who had ruined his good clothes by playing ball in them. She said

that Aunt Meg dressed him as a girl and made him stand on the porch all day

while everyone made fun of him, and that I was next. I found this idea both

scary and exciting. However, a short time later, Aunt Meg announced that she

got the stain out and that my clothes weren't ruined after all. I actually

felt a big let-down.

Lying awake in bed that night, I got the idea that perhaps I could really get

my aunt to dress me as a girl by appealing to her hatred of ruined clothes

and dirtiness. I thought that if I went out the next day and really

messed-up my clothes in a major way, she would certainly make good on her

threats to dress me as a girl.

The next morning, I set out on my bike and rode to the outskirts of an

abandoned coal mine I had discovered the day before. I had grown used to not

having any friends and would often just ride around alone on my bike

exploring. I had mentioned my discovery to my aunt at the time, but she

forbid me to go back saying that it was dangerous and filthy there. I had

specifically selected my white jeans and a white shirt to wear that day, for

maximum effect. (Furthermore, as I left the house, my aunt even warned me to

be careful of my clothes.) I began operation "dirty clothes" as I dubbed it

by climbing all over some old, rusty machinery and an abandoned car that was

there. I figured I might as well have fun while I was at it. Next, I rubbed

pieces of earth and old coal all over my clothes, face and long blond hair.

Just to be certain I was messy enough, I rolled around on the ground in some

dirt and mud. I thought the area was deserted, but I was startled to see an

old man walking towards me. He said, "What the heck are you doing there,

little girl?" I said quietly, "Just playing." He said I had gotten filthy and

that I'd better go home right away, and that my mommy was going to give me a

good "whipping." I jumped on my bike and peddled home. As I got nearer the

house, some of the boys were out. As I rode by they teased me, yelling

things like, "Look at the dirty tomboy," and that I was in "Big trouble" for

messing my clothes, etc.

However, as I got to the house, I had second thoughts. I realized that I

might have overdone it, that my Aunt would be furious, etc. I got cold feet

and decided to call the whole thing off. I figured I could climb through the

basement window, sneak quietly upstairs to my room, hide my clothes, and take

a shower. So I lowered myself through the window, listened for my aunt and

cousins, heard nothing, and began tip-toeing up the basement stairs. All of

a sudden the door flew open, the light came on, and Aunt Meg appeared at the

top of the steps! I froze. Aunt Meg took one look at me and screamed bloody

murder! Bonnie and April came running down. My aunt was livid! She scolded

me severely and demanded to know how I had gotten in that condition. I

whimpered that I was just playing outside. She was furious and grabbed me by

the hair. She asked me where I had been, and I stammered that I was at the

old coal mine. She hollered that I had been forbidden to go there, and that

I was really going to be severely punished for this. I put my head down and

started to go up the stairs but she pulled me back saying, "Where do you

think you're going?" I said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, may I go upstairs now and

clean up?" She said "No! Do you want to track dirt all over the house and

make a complete mess of everything?" She then told me to take all my clothes

off, that she would put them in the washing machine right there in the

basement. I hesitated, and Aunt Meg began forcefully pulling my clothes off

while Bonnie and April laughed and laughed. She quickly stripped me naked

and threw my clothing in the washer. She then hurried me upstairs still

naked and drew a bath for me, scolding me the all the while. Bonnie and

April followed right behind, laughing the whole time. I was so embarrassed

as I held my hand tightly over my tiny penis. Aunt Meg put me in the tub and

began washing me very hard with soapy washcloth all over my body. I

complained that it hurt, but she kept scrubbing me clean. She shampooed my

hair three times. She said that I was going to get a good spanking and

punishment that I wouldn't soon forget. She lifted me out of the tub and

dried me off. Then she told April to bring in some of her clothes for me. I

couldn't believe it! While we waited, Aunt Meg brushed my long hair. April

returned with panties, a slip, and a dress! I started trembling. Laughing

hysterically, Aunt Meg and my cousins began dressing me in the clothes.

However, even though April was only one year older than me, her clothes were

grossly too large, and did not fit me whatsoever. My Aunt seemed deeply

disappointed but said that I wasn't getting out of it that easy. They

thought for a few moments and then Aunt Meg remembered some clothes that

another relative had given her for April a while back that were much too

small. She had them in a box in the basement. I was then lead naked and

blushing to the basement. Aunt Meg opened the box and there were a few pairs

of girls' designer-style jeans, some blouses, skippy sneakers, and a few

packs of girls' underwear in small sizes. Aunt Meg said that these clothes

just might fit me. She opened the packages of underwear and held out a pair

of silky white panties with red polka-dots and lace trim around the waist and

leg openings, along with a matching training bra. I was shaking all over as

my Aunt ordered me to step into the panties. She then pulled them up in

place. They all laughed hysterically. They were quite wearable. I was

extremely mortified, but I noticed a silky, exciting feel. I was speechless

as my aunt said that my boobies needed to grow more while she put the

training bra through my arms and clasped it in back. April remarked that my

face was beet red. I was so mortified, I had tears in my eyes. (However, a

part of me loved the humiliation and control they had over me.) Next came a

small pair of girl's designer-style jeans. They fit me well, and gave me a

very feminine figure, including a very rounded little butt and girlish legs.

April further embarrassed me by mentioning that she could see my panty-lines

through the jeans. Next came a soft white cotton blouse with a flowery

print. It was of very thin fabric and my training bra could be seen

prominently underneath, which was pointed out by April as well. I was so

mortified! There were no socks but my aunt had me wear the skippy sneakers

without any. The three women continued to tease and taunt me. Aunt Meg

asked my cousins to paint my fingernails, which they were more than happy to

do. They sat me down an painted them bright pink. They had me remove my

sneakers and did the same to my toenails. Then they applied pink lipstick to

my lips. Then Aunt Meg combed my long hair in a very feminine style and put

some barrettes in. They all said what a beautiful little girl I was. They

stood me in front of a mirror so I could see too. I was shocked to see that

I really did look like a very pretty, pre-teenage girl! I was so incredibly

mortified, I couldn't even speak! I just stood their in shock. Aunt Meg

said that since I looked "so sweet", from now on my new name would be,

"Candie", and I was a to behave like a very good girl, or else! A second

later, she looked at me sternly and asked, "What's your name again little

girl"? I whimpered, "Candie." She responded, "Candie what"? (I had

forgotten that she had previously trained me to answer ma'am and sir.) I

said, "Candie, ma'am. To which she said, "That's a good girl."

After a few moments Aunt Meg announced that it was a beautiful day. Then she

told me to go out and play. (She really wanted to further embarrass me by

making me go outside to be seen.) I pleaded and stuttered that I didn't want

to go out like that, but she insisted I go outside and play or else she

would, "Whip my bottom." Most reluctantly, I agreed to go outside.

I surely didn't want any of the neighborhood kids to see me dressed as I was,

so I asked if I could ride my bike, planning to go away from the house. My

Aunt said yes, but that I must stay close by and that I had to use April's

old bike from now on, not my Stingray that I had brought down with me from

home. She asked April to get her old bike out of the garage. It was a

little girls' bicycle, with a flowery basket on the front and streamers on

the handles. I protested, but Aunt Meg said it was very appropriate for me,

and that it was going to be my bike from now on. Reluctantly, I took it out

to the roadside. As I pondered my predicament, I saw a group of boys

approaching from a distance. I definitely didn't want to see them, so I

began peddling the bike in the opposite direction. I rode quickly for about

ten minutes and slowed down as I realized I was entering town.

Unfortunately, the bike's chain slipped off the gears. As I tried to put it

back on, I really noticed how striking my pink fingernails looked. I was so

nervous not to dirty myself or my clothes that I couldn't get the chain back

on. While fumbling with the chain, I was startled by a voice from behind me.

Two cute but tough-acting girls about eleven or twelve-years-old were

standing there and one asked what was wrong. I didn't answer, and she said

that my chain was off. The other one asked, "What's your name, kid?" I

didn't answer again, so she repeated the question louder. I whispered,

"Candie." They said their names were Sally and Beth. They asked me a lot of

questions like where I was from and how old I was, etc. I said I was from

New York and that I was thirteen. They said that New York was very far and

that I looked awful small for thirteen, and was I sure I wasn't lying? I

told them I wasn't lying. Sally asked me why I was riding a little baby

bicycle. I told them I had no choice, that my aunt made me ride it. After a

few more questions they said that I was "cool" and asked if I wanted to be

their friend and join their club. I didn't answer right away and they said

that if I joined their club they would help me fix my chain. I said I would

join. They said good, but first I had to smoke a cigarette for my

initiation. I told them that I had never smoked before. Beth said that all

the big kids smoke and asked if "I wasn't chicken, was I?" I said no, of

course not. (I really wanted my chain fixed also, so I agreed to go behind

the nearby diner and smoke a cigarette with them.)

When we got behind the diner, Beth took a pack of crushed cigarettes out of

her pocket and very unskillfully tried to light one. In the meantime, Sally

asked me how long I had been wearing a bra. Her question took me by surprise

and I didn't know what to say so I replied a month. She bragged that her

mother just bought her a bunch of real ladies' bras because she needed them

so badly. Beth got the cigarette lit and handed it to me. I took a couple

of puffs and that seemed to make them happy. Suddenly, an older woman in a

waitress uniform came rushing around from the other side of the diner. Sally

and Beth looked scared and screamed, "Run!" I dropped the cigarette and the

woman started yelling for us to stop but we all scattered in different

directions. I ran over to my bike expecting to make a get-away. However, I

had forgotten that the chain was off. The next thing I knew was that

another, much younger waitress from the diner had me by the arm and wouldn't

let go. She pulled me off my bike and held me as the older waitress, still

yelling, came up to us. She asked me what we were doing behind the diner and

if we were smoking cigarettes. I was so scared that I couldn't even answer

her. She kept berating me and a crowd began to gather. Some people searched

behind the diner and a boy found a lit cigarette. He brought it over and the

waitress asked if I had been smoking it. I whimpered, "No," but she asked,

"Then how come it has pink lipstick on it, just like you're wearing?" She

demanded to know where I was from and who my mother was. She said that she

knew who the other two girls were and that they were bad. She said she was

going to call their mothers. I was so frightened, but I didn't want her to

tell my aunt what had happened, so I didn't say anything. She said that I

was in very big trouble and I had better answer her. A big crowd had now

formed as this was apparently quite a serious incident for the small town.

She then said that if I didn't speak up immediately that she was, "Going to

pull down those fancy blue-jeans that I was wearing and spank me very hard

while everyone watched." With that, the young waitress who was holding me

twisted my arm painfully behind my back. The crowd cheered and laughed as

the older woman began undoing my pants. I was on the verge of tears and told

the women that I would cooperate. To the crowd's dismay, the women brought

me into the diner and sat me down. With tears in my eyes, I told them that

yes, I had been smoking the cigarette behind the diner, that my name was

Candie, that I was from New York and was staying with my Aunt Meg. The older

woman scolded me and got Aunt Meg on the phone. A short while later Aunt Meg

pulled up in the car. The older waitress told her what had happened and that

I was a very bad little girl. Aunt Meg agreed and said that I was already

being punished for other things, and that this was the last straw. She

ordered me to apologize to the waitresses, but I couldn't think of what to

say. To the waitress's delight, Aunt Meg reached down and swatted me several

times very hard on my butt, and told me to say I was sorry. I was very

startled and said I was sorry with tears in my eyes. Aunt Meg announced that

she would, "Settle this further when we get home." She then thanked everyone

and pulled me out to the car. She put my bike in the trunk and drove us to

the house, scolding me the whole way.

When we got home Aunt Meg was still very angry and said that turning me into

a girl apparently wasn't enough to discourage my bad behavior. She said that

now she was going to turn me into a much younger girl so that I would stay

out of trouble. I had some bicycle grease on my hands and had been crying,

so first she gave me another bath. Then she dried me and wrapped me in a big

towel. She made a phone call, put me back in the car wearing just the towel,

and drove us a couple of miles to her friend Tammie's house. When we

arrived, she told her friend Tammie, an attractive, very tall lady, that I

was her very bad boy nephew who needed to be turned into a very well behaved,

little girl niece. She asked Tammie if she could borrow some of her little

girls' clothes for this purpose. Tammie was more than happy to oblige. She

laughed as she led us to up to her daughters' rooms. She had three girls:

Karen, Susie and Chrissie. They were, eight, seven, and six-years-old,

respectively. Tammie chuckled that, "I was very pretty for a boy." She also

said that, "I was hardly any bigger than her daughters, and that their

clothes should fit me very well."

Despite all my begging and pleading, the women proceeded to show me numerous

little-girl outfits. They held up various short dresses, skirts, blouses,

etc. to me. Mockingly, Aunt Meg asked, "With all these lovely clothes to

choose from, what does little Candie want to wear today"? I was unable to

speak and the women continued to taunt me. I begged them to stop, but they

just laughed. Finally Aunt Meg said, "Since baby Candie can't make up her

mind we'll just have to choose for her." With that she pulled away my towel

leaving me naked. As I quickly covered my tiny penis with my hand, the women

laughed and laughed. As I stood there helplessly, Aunt Meg pulled a pair of

pink frilly, silky little-girl panties up my legs. I felt hot and was

blushing all over. They fit me perfectly! My Aunt was very happy and

exclaimed, "Oh Candie, what a pretty little bottom you have!" I felt so

mortified, my eyes began to tear. They laughed and said not to be a "cry

baby." The woman sat me on the bed and put lacy socks and rather tight

Mary-Jane shoes on my feet. Then they started braiding my long blonde hair

into two ponytails on each side of my head. I begged them to stop, but they

wouldn't listen. When they finished, they tied a bow of ribbon on each

ponytail. All my nerves were finally getting to me and I started sobbing

heavily. Tammie held out a light, silky petticoat (a full slip with tiers of

ruffles) for me to put my arms through, but I kept crying and didn't respond.

With that my aunt said mockingly and in baby-talk, "Doesn't little Candie

want to stop crying and finish getting dressed? I didn't answer, and she

responded, "Okay, little baby, It's very warm out, so if you don't stop

CRYING THIS INSTANT I'll take you home in JUST YOUR SHOES AND YOUR PANTIES

for everyone to see. Do you want that, sweetheart?" I tried to nod my head

no, but I just couldn't stop crying. My Aunt became even angrier and added,

"And on the way home we'll go into town and then stop over at the playground.

Would you like that, honey?" I sniffled and sobbed, but I just couldn't

speak. My Aunt probably thought I was being uncooperative, and she

continued, "And when we get to the playground, I'll gather a crowd together,

announce what a bad little boy you've been, pull down your panties, put you

over my knee, and spank you so hard you won't sit for a week, IS THAT CLEAR?"

With that she started pulling me towards the door and saying goodbye to

Tammie. Tammie, who was laughing hysterically, looked at me and waved, "Bye,

Bye, baby Candie. Have fun at the playground!" I couldn't believe what was

happening! Aunt Meg was serious about this, so I knew I had to stop crying.

This would be far more humiliation than I could handle! I was able to muster

up all my strength and stop crying. My Aunt asked me if I wanted to finish

getting dressed and I whimpered, "Yes, ma'am." To which she said, "Now that's

a good little girl."

My humiliation continued as the women resumed from where they left off. The

smooth full slip was dropped over my head and through my arms. To top

everything else off came a little-girl style dress with a big bow in the

back, puffy sleeves, and lots of lace trim. The women ooohed and aaahed as

they straighten the dress out on me. It fit very well, and it was quite

short. The woman lead me over to a floor length mirror and I was STUNNED TO

SEE HOW I LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE A VERY PRETTY SEVEN OR EIGHT-YEAR-OLD GIRL! I

was trembling all over. The woman were extremely happy with the results, and

said the I looked, "Adorable." I was told to behave like a good little girl.

Before I could even catch my breath, the women led me out to the kitchen.

The silky panties, petticoat, dress, etc., felt incredibly smooth and

feminine. They made a very noticeable swishing sound as I walked or moved in

them. I felt both very scared but also extremely aroused.

Tammie said that since I was such a good girl I could have milk and cookies

if my aunt said it was okay. I wasn't at all hungry and said, "No thank you,

ma'am." Then she asked if I wanted to go out back and play with her

daughters. I said, no thank you, again. Aunt Meg said I had to do one or

the other. I was afraid to go outside so I choose the milk & cookies. Their

coffee was heating so we went into the living room.

I sat down on the couch as I usually did when wearing pants. The women

started laughing hysterically as I unwittingly sat with my legs spread open.

Aunt Meg said, "Candie, dear, unless you want your panties to be all exposed,

you have to sit with your legs crossed when wearing a dress." I immediately

closed my legs and the women laughed and said that I was blushing again.

They then taught me how to sit properly while wearing a dress.

I couldn't eat many cookies and when I finished Aunt Meg said I had to go out

back and play with the girls. I was feeling extremely self-conscious as one

could imagine and didn't want to be seen by any more people, including young

children. But Tammie took me by the arm and said she would introduce me.

Aunt Meg came along as well.

The girls were playing jump rope on the patio. As I looked straight down at

the ground, Tammie introduced me as, "Candie from New York" and asked her

daughters to make me feel at home as I was very shy. She told Susie that I

had to borrow one of her dresses, and Susie said I looked very pretty in it.

The three asked me to join them in skipping rope, but I whispered that I

didn't know how. Aunt Meg asked them to teach me, and they were happy to.

Then Aunt Meg said that she and Tammie were going in, and she warned me that

I had better play nice and be a good little girl, or else. She added that

she was going to come out later and see me jump, so that I had better let the

girls teach me.

After the girls asked me a few questions about where I was from, etc., it was

time to jump rope. I whispered that I wanted to be a turner, and they said

okay but I had to jump later. I got the turning down all right after a few

minutes, but when it was my turn to jump that was something else. At first I

actually made a few jumps, but I didn't hold my dress down and it came up

high, with all the girls laughing at me. They told I had to hold my dress

down. However, I became so concerned with holding down my dress, I couldn't

even make one good jump. After a while, I was able to hold my dress and make

a few jumps. I saw Aunt Meg and Tammie watching me through the window and

laughing.

Chrissie asked me if I could sleep over at their house that night and go to

her seventh birthday party the next day. I told her no thank you. The three

girls were all disappointed, and Chrissie asked me, "Why not?" I made the

excuse that my aunt wouldn't let me. However, Chrissie went in and asked my

aunt herself. To my dismay, a few moments later, Aunt Meg and Tammie came

out and said it would be a wonderful idea for me to sleep over with the girls

and attend the birthday party! I objected, but had no further say in the

matter.

Aunt Meg stayed with us for dinner that night, and she ordered me to help set

the table and clean the dishes like a good girl, something I had never done.

After dinner, Aunt Meg told me to obey whatever Tammie said and to play

nicely with the other girls, or else. Despite my pleading, Aunt Meg left,

saying that she would see me the next day.

Tammie was very pleased that I was staying. Like Aunt Meg, she was also

really enjoying my predicament and the control she had over me.

Tammie had me play with the girls and their Barbie dolls for quite some time

in the living room. I truly felt like a six or seven-year-old girl. Then

Tammie announced it was bedtime. I said that it was only eight o'clock, but

Tammie said, "Don't give me a hard time, little lady."

Karen, Susie, and Chrissie each wanted me to sleep with them, but Tammie said

there was no room. However, she said there was an old crib in her bedroom

that I would use, and the girls laughed. Tammie wasn't joking however, and

she lead us into her bedroom and showed me the crib. She checked to make

sure it was long enough to accommodate me, and to my chagrin, it was. Then

she really surprised me when she asked me if I was a bedwetter. I exclaimed,

"No, ma'am!", and the girls giggled. Tammie said that if I was I had better

tell her now and not let her find out the hard way. I again assured her I

wasn't, and she said okay.

Tammie then sent her daughters to pick one of their nighties for me to wear.

They returned with a girlish, satiny nightie and Tammie asked me if I needed

help getting undressed. I said no and she told me to change, wash and brush

my teeth and she would come back and tuck me in. She and the girls then

left. Tammie returned a short while later and asked if I had done

everything. I said yes and again complained about having to sleep in a crib.

She said that I would get used to it. With that she lifted me into the crib,

tucked me in, kissed me goodnight, and raised the safety bars into place.

As I lay there in the dark I felt a very erotic feeling come over myself.

The silky, ruffly little-girl panties and nightie were really turning me on,

especially after having been dressed and treated as girl all day. I began

playing with myself and a most intense sensation came over me. I think I had

an orgasm for the first time, and in the excitement I urinated a bit

afterwards. My panties and nightie were quite wet, and I was scared, so I

pulled the baby blanket over me and tried to go to sleep, thinking I would

dry during the night. I few minutes later however, Tammie came in and put

the light on. She came over to me, and I saw she was holding another pair of

little-girl panties. She said that she hoped I hadn't fallen asleep yet, but

that she had forgotten to give me a fresh change of panties. She then

lowered the bars on my crib. I was quite nervous and told her that I didn't

need them. She said that all the girls in her house always put on fresh

panties when they go to sleep, and I would be no different. She then pulled

back the blanket and started to pull my nightie up. She noticed it was wet

and became angry. She lifted my nightie all the way up and angrily pulled

off my wet panties. She scolded me harshly for having wet myself. My eyes

started tearing and she said that she had went through all this before and

that she new exactly how to handle a bedwetter. First, though, she was going

to call my aunt an tell her what I had done. I begged her not to but she

walked out. She returned a few minutes later and said that my Aunt was very

angry with me and agreed that I should be PUT BACK INTO DIAPERS IMMEDIATELY.

I begged her not to do that but she said that she had had this same problem

not too long ago with Chrissie who used to wet the bed for spite, and that I

would need the same treatment. She then went into the bathroom and came back

with baby oil, baby powder, lotion, etc. Then she went into the closet and

took out a stack of diapers and waterproof panties. I pleaded with her not

to make me wear diapers, but she said that she had only left me for twenty

minutes and I had already wet myself, so how could I last the whole night? I

started crying again, but she paid no attention. Without saying anything

further, she began rubbing baby oil and lotion all over my pelvis with a soft

cloth. Then she turned me over and while she was doing my bottom, Karen,

Chrissie and Susie, who heard all the commotion, opened the door. Tammie

said, "Hey, we're busy in here. Didn't I teach you girls to knock"? They

girls asked what was going on, and Tammie replied, "Baby Candie had an

accident and I'm getting her all cleaned up. I'll let you know when I'm

done. The girls started giggling and were trying to peek in. As I continued

crying, Tammie warned them to leave or they would get a spanking. They left

and Tammie sprinkled baby powder on me. She then diapered me with several

layers, lifting my legs into the air while putting the diapers under my butt,

and then pinning them securely in place. Next she pulled the waterproof baby

panties up my legs while whispering to herself that they would keep me from

leaking all over. The panties were pink satin rhumba style, with rows of

white lace on the seat, leg openings and waist, with an inner lining of

waterproof vinyl or rubber. When she was finished, I noticed that the

diapers and baby panties were extremely soft and smooth. They were also very

bulky, however, and did make me look like a baby wearing them. Then Tammie

put a clean nightie on me, laid me in my crib. She said that I must be

thirsty from all my crying and that she would be right back. She returned a

few minutes later with a baby bottle full of warm milk! She ordered me to

start drinking it and said she wanted it all finished before I went back to

sleep. She then left. To my dismay, she returned a few minutes later with

her three daughters. She told them that, "Baby Candie had to be put back

into diapers and has to drink from a bottle because she wet all over herself

tonight." The girls laughed and Karen asked if I was really wearing diapers.

Tammie said, "She sure is", and she stood me up in my crib. As the girls

gathered around, Tammie pulled up my nightie exposing my bulky waterproof

baby panties, and the girls laughed. Then she pulled down my waterproof

panties showing the girls my diapers underneath. The girls laughed and

chanted, "Baby Candie's wearing diapers, Baby Candies's wearing diapers,"

over and over. Tammie then warned the girls that, "This is what happens to

bedwetters." She then pulled my waterproof panties back up and tucked me back

in the crib. I hadn't finished my bottle so she stuck it in my mouth and

held it, telling me to finish. Tammie then warned me that I had better not

try to take off my diapers or get out of my crib during the night because if

I did, she would, "Spank the daylights out of me." She and the girls laughed

as they left the room. As I laid their shocked, I faintly heard Tammie

watching television in the living room. Exhausted from my ordeal, I

eventually fell asleep.

I awoke some time later with a strong feeling of having to pee. I didn't

know what to do as I had been forbidden to take off my diapers. However,

after a while, the feeling was becoming overwhelming. I just laid there

nervously and the next thing I knew was my diapers were being filled with

warm urine. I was scared but at the same time wetting my diapers felt

relieving and very exciting. I had lain there peacefully for a while and

then Tammie quietly entered the room. I was scared and pretended to be

asleep. Tammie began changing into her nightgown. I happened to catch

glimpses of her shapely butt and large breasts while squinting over trying to

see what she was doing. I quickly shut my eye as she walked over to me in

her nightgown. She gently pulled back my blanket, lifted my nightie, and

stuck her finger up one of the leg openings of my waterproof panties. She

said softly, "Baby Candie needs to be changed."

Tammie lowered the safety bars and I pretended to wake up. She was giggling

and acting very playful as she pulled off my waterproof panties and unpinned

my wet diapers. As she carried them away she whispered that I was a, "Really

big wetter." She returned shortly and began wiping me down with baby lotion,

oil, powder, etc., She then put me in fresh diapers and waterproof panties,

all the while quietly singing, "Rock-a-bye, My Baby". It was quite

pleasurable, actually. She tucked me in and said I should fall right asleep

because we were going to have a big day tomorrow.

As I awoke in the morning, Tammie was looming over me checking my diapers. I

was still dry and she was pleased. I was given a bath and dried off. As

Tammie was about to start dressing me I saw her readying a diaper. As she

called me over, I begged her not to diaper me again, reminding her that I was

really thirteen years old. She asked me, "In that case how come I still wet

the bed like a two-year-old"? I pleaded that I would control myself from now

on. She said that she just wasn't in the mood to take any chances with me

today, stating that she was going to have a whole house full of screaming

kids and would not have time to deal with me having an accident in my panties

or anything, so I was just going to have to stay in diapers all day long,

whether I liked it or not.

To my dismay, she diapered me as before, put a very short frilly petticoat on

me, pink ribbons in my ponytails, lacy socks and Mary Jane shoes, and a very

short, silky, lacy, ruffly, pink little-girl party dress on me that barely

covered my waterproof panties. She pulled me to a mirror to show me how I

looked just like, "A sweet, adorable little girl", as she put it, and she was

absolutely right! After seeing myself, once again I could not believe I

really was a thirteen-year old boy. We went downstairs for breakfast, and

Tammie the girls repeatedly complimented me on how pretty I looked. To

further humiliate me, Tammie announced that I was being kept in diapers

today, and the girls laughed. She then told her daughters to keep and eye on

me. To Tammie's delight, Karen patted me on the head and said that she would

be my mommy and I would be her baby. I was so mortified!

I was made to help decorate the house for the party. At about 11:00 a.m.,

Aunt Meg came over with my two cousins, April and Bonnie. My cousins were

both amazed at my transformation into a baby girl! (I looked so much the

part that everyone was treating me exactly as if a were a baby girl.)

Aunt Meg was very angry with me. She started screaming, saying that she

heard that I had given Tammie a very bad time and that I even had to be put

back into diapers because I was wetting myself. She then asked me if had

apologized to Tammie. I had been trying to hide the tears in my eyes by

staring down at the floor, and I nodded my head no. She asked me why not,

but I couldn't answer. I just stood there with my head down, and Aunt Meg

demanded to know what was wrong with me. She then asked me if I needed a

changing, and I nodded my head no again. Finally, she asked then what was

the matter with me, and I still couldn't answer. Aunt Meg must have thought

I was just being difficult and she lost her temper and yelled, "I've had it

with you, little girl." She pulled me over to the couch and laid me down

across her knees. She then lifted up my short dress, revealing my frilly,

satiny-covered pink waterproof baby panties. Then she proceeded to spank my

pantied, diapered bottom very hard while everyone watched and giggled. I

started weeping heavily from the humiliation, but she kept spanking and

scolding me. I also couldn't hold back my pee any longer and began wetting

my diapers just as she was finishing spanking me. I was so mortified, but

the sensation was incredible! When she finally finished spanking me, she

stuck one of her fingers up a leg opening in my panties and announced that I

was soaking wet. She scolded me for lying when I said I didn't need a

changing, stating that babies like me can get severe diaper rash if they're

not changed promptly. Tammie volunteered to change me, but Aunt Meg said

that I had caused Tammie enough trouble and that she would do it. Tammie

said she would help, and the women dragged me into the bedroom to change me

while all the girls waited in the living room and laughed.

As the women laid me on a table and changed my diapers, Aunt Meg warned me in

a baby-talk tone of voice that, "I had better behave perfectly at Chrissie's

birthday party, or else." When they finished, they lowered me from the table

and left the room. I was feeling very humiliated and didn't come out, and I

heard Aunt Meg tell the girls to go play with me.

My two cousins, April and Bonnie, and Tammie's daughters, Chrissie, Susie and

Karen, entered the room. They were all laughing and calling me "Baby

Candie," and saying that they wanted to play with me. My cousins saw the

crib and asked me if that's where I slept. I didn't answer and Tammie's

daughters said, "Yes." Bonnie saw the empty baby bottle in the crib.

Giggling, she picked it up and asked if it was mine. The girls responded for

me, again saying yes. April said, "Let's give baby Candie her bottle right

now." Bonnie said she'd ask Aunt Meg if it was okay. To my chagrin, Aunt Meg

said it was a great idea and had Bonnie fill it with milk. Bonnie returned,

sat on the edge of Tammie's bed, and put me on her lap. She said that her

mother said I had to drink the whole bottle. All the girls watched and

laughed as Bonnie stuck the nipple in my mouth and ordered me to drink it all

down. She rocked me back and forth as I drank. I was so ashamed. When I

finally finished, Bonnie tried to burp me. Then April announced that now

they had, "Better check the baby's diapers." They all started laughing

hysterically. I was blushing all over. I exclaimed, "No", and made a dash

for the door. The girls grabbed me, pulled me back in, and closed the door

behind us. Bonnie carried me back to the bed and threw me down. While April

and the other girls held my arms and legs, Bonnie tickled me until I was in

tears. She then pulled up my short dress and yanked down my waterproof

panties. She felt my diapers all over with her hands and announced that I

was dry. She then pulled my panties back in place and the girls let me up

from the bed. I was so humiliated. They girls were all laughing their heads

off.

The first guests started arriving for the party at about noon time. Bonnie

and April asked if they could be excused as they were far too big for the

party. Aunt Meg said yes, that she and Tammie probably wouldn't need any

help. I asked if I could be excused too, but Aunt Meg said, "Certainly not!.

Especially after Tammie went to all this trouble for you? Snickering, she

continued, "And you look so adorable in that dress, sweetheart. Don't you

want everyone to see how pretty you are? This is good training for you, and

you had better be on your best behavior, because if you're not, you haven't

seen anything yet!"

As I was staring down at the floor and Aunt Meg told me to look up. She put

a little toy hat on my head and pulled the elastic string under my chin,

saying to keep this on like a good girl.

The guests were mainly six, seven, and eight-year-old boys and girls, with

some parents and infants as well. I stood at the far end of the room,

nervously tugging down on my short party dress as it was almost exposing my

waterproof panties and diapers underneath. A very attractive young mother

came over and in a very sweet voice asked who I was and why I was all alone.

I whispered that I was Candie and that Aunt Meg was my Aunt. She said I was

so pretty that I shouldn't be so shy. She lead me by the hand to some other

children and introduced me to them, telling them I was a very nice little

girl.

Then Tammie organized a game of pin the tail on the donkey. I managed to sit

the game out, but Aunt Meg noticed this and was annoyed with me.

Next, it was time to have a spelling bee. Tammie announced all boys line up

on one side of the room and all girls line up on the other. Aunt Meg tapped

me on the shoulder and told me I had better play with the other children this

time.

I wasn't thinking, and I lined up with the boys. A young boy pushed me very

hard and yelled, "Get on the other side, dumb girlie." I almost fell down.

Blushing, tugging down on my dress, I scooted over to the other side. I saw

Aunt Meg laughing at me. Tammie started the game.

When reaching the front of their line, a boy or girl would be asked to spell

a word. If missed, the other side would have to spell it correctly. I was

developing an overwhelming urge to pee, and I didn't know what to do. I

wanted to drop out by misspelling a word, and go some where and wet my

diapers for relief. But the words were just too easy for me and for some

reason I just couldn't seem to make a mistake. Aunt Meg and Tammie noticed

me squirming, and they just smiled. After a while, all the boys were knocked

out, and I was left with several girls. I was squirming all over and really

couldn't hold in my pee any longer. Then, while spelling the winning word

with everyone watching, I soaked my diapers with warm urine. The feeling was

incredible! There was a lot of applause, and for my prize, Tammie had me

reach into the girls grab bag of toys and I pulled out a little doll. All

the girls looked at it. Then Aunt Meg signaled me to come over. She hugged

me and said that I was a very good little girl, and that she was proud of me.

She sat me up on her lap and whispered in my ear if I needed a changing. I

felt ashamed and stuttered, "No" and put my head down. She could tell I was

lying. In a baby-talk tone she said, "Okay, but if I find out you're not

telling me the truth I'm going to have to do something you won't like,

Sweetheart." Pointing to a long table she continued in the same baby-talk,

"If you're lying I'll have to change your wet diapers right over there on

that long table where all the children can see. Would you like me to do

that, Candie?" I nodded my head no. She began putting her hand under my

dress and said, "So I'll ask you one more time. Do you or don't you need a

changing?" I knew she'd find out so I nodded my head yes. Aunt Meg said,

"That's a good little girl." She then waved over to Tammie that she was

taking me into the bedroom. Tammie smiled and nodded her head. Aunt Meg

then led me by the arm to the bedroom.

While Aunt Meg was changing me Tammie came in and said I was a good little

girl. The women fondled me and spoke to me using baby talk. I felt a really

nice feeling come over me. When they were finished, they led me back out to

the party.

The rest of the party went without much incident until near the end. I felt

the need to pee once again as I had been drinking soda pop all afternoon. I

quietly went out to the patio so I could pee in peace. Soon I felt the warm

urine in my diapers and I was really starting to like that. It made me feel

just like a was an infant again. After I had been out there a short while

some boys and girls came out and said that they just heard I was a "Diaper

baby", and was it true? (One of Tammie's daughters must have told them.) I

said no, but they weren't convinced. A girl said, "You think you're so neat

for winning the spelling bee, but you're really just a big baby who still has

to wear diapers." Another girl giggled and said, "Let's pull up her dress."

The children began to surround me and I yelled for them to leave me alone. A

girl had walked behind me without me knowing it, and she pulled my dress up

high exposing my bulky waterproof panties and diapers underneath. All of the

children howled with laughter. Just then that nice young mother who had

earlier lead me over to play with the others came out. She saw my

humiliation and asked what was going on. The children kept laughing and told

her I was a big baby who still wore diapers. I was crying and she told them

to go inside. As they left they continued taunting me saying things like, "I

bet your diapers are all wet", and "Go get your mommy to change you, little

baby", etc. The nice lady bent down and said that that was a very beautiful

dress I was wearing. I didn't answer, and she asked in a very soft voice,

"Are you wearing diapers underneath, Sugarplum? I was so embarrassed I

looked down at the ground and shook my head no. She said she saw that

naughty girl pull my dress up and it really did look like I was wearing

diapers underneath. My eyes started tearing again and in a very sweet voice

she asked how come I was wearing diapers. I whimpered that my Aunt Meg and

Tammie made me wear them because I wet the bed. She said, "Oh, I understand,

Darling. Why do you still wet your bed?", she asked. I whimpered that I

didn't know, that it was an accident. She suggested that if I kept my

diapers dry for a long time maybe Aunt Meg would let me wear big girl panties

again. I nodded my head yes. She asked me if my diapers were wet right now.

I was embarrassed and nodded my head no. In a soft but skeptical tone she

asked if I had kept them dry all day. I nodded my head yes. She said, "Wow,

I don't even think I could go all day without doing pee pee. Are you sure

they're not wet, Honey Bunch?" She smiled and said, "You can tell me." I knew

she didn't believe me so I whispered that they might be just a little wet.

She held my hand and said, "That's okay, Sweetie. Just a little wet? she

questioned." I nodded yes. She said that it might be hard for me to tell,

that maybe she had better check. I didn't say anything and before I knew it

she stuck her hand under my dress and put her finger up a leg opening of my

waterproof panties. She said, "Oh, Honey, you sure are wet. We have to

change you right away." I kept staring down at the ground. She said, "I'll

tell you what we can do. Why don't you show me where they keep your diapers

and I can change you myself. Then we don't have to bother anyone. Your Aunt

Meg and Tammie will be so proud of you. Isn't that a good idea, Sugar?" She

took hold of my hand and started to lead me inside. I was so embarrassed I

put my head down and whispered, "Oh, no thank you, ma'am." She knew I was

afraid to let her change me, so she continued, "It's okay Sweetheart. I know

you're very shy. But don't worry, I change diapers every day; I have a

two-year-old. She hated wearing her diapers and being changed, but I got her

over that..." She saw that my reaction wasn't good and she quickly added,

"Oh, of course I didn't mean that you're like a two-year-old, Sweetheart." I

thanked her again but told her that I only like my Aunt or Tammie to change

me. She said that was all right, that she understood, but that I did have to

be changed right now so she would take me to my Aunt. As she lead me back

inside, the children began teasing me again, saying things like, "Go get your

dirty diapers changed, big baby." The young mother told them to be quiet or

she would tell their parents.

She brought me over to Tammie and Aunt Meg and told them that I was very wet

and needed a changing, and that the other children had found out I was

wearing diapers and were teasing me. Aunt Meg and Tammie laughed and thanked

the young mother, calling her by her name which was "Melody." They told her

that I was very bad and needed "Special training." Melody told them that she

was going to change me herself but that I was too shy. Then Aunt Meg

surprised me and said that it would be great if Melody would change me

because they were very busy winding down the party and cleaning up. Aunt Meg

told her that my diapers were in the bedroom. As Tammie giggled, Aunt Meg

leaned over and said, "You be a good girl, Candie, and let nice Melody change

your wet diapers." I whined, "No, Aunt Meg." Aunt Meg looked me in my watery

eyes and said, "All right, Candie, I'll give you a choice. Either you be

good and let Melody change you or I'll give you a spanking in front of

everyone. It's up to you." I started crying, and Melody took me by the hand

saying, "It's okay Candie, there's nothing to be worry about. You'll feel

much better when we get you out of those wet diapers." She then led me

towards the bedroom. Aunt Meg laughed and warned Melody that she was in,

"For a real surprise." I noticed that some of the children had been watching

and laughing from across the room.

When we got into the bedroom, Melody tried to comfort me and get me to stop

crying. She said that if I was good the rest of the day, maybe my Aunt would

take me out of diapers tomorrow. She saw the crib and asked if that's where

I slept. I nodded yes. She looked through a stack of diapers and waterproof

panties and said, "These must be for you." I didn't respond. She picked up

some diapers and a pair of pink waterproof panties with circus animals and

lace and brought laid them on the bed. I started weeping again, and Melody

seemed to get an idea. She said wait here a minute, Candie. I'll be right

back. She returned a moment later with her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter

and a big diaper bag. She said, "This is my daughter, her name is Cindy.

She's wet too, just like I thought. Can you please help me with her,

Candie." I felt very embarrassed but would do anything to stall, so I nodded

my head yes. Melody then took out a changing mat from her diaper bag and

asked me to spread it open on my Aunt's bed. Using baby talk, Melody said,

"It's time for a changing Cindy. You be a good girl and show Candie how easy

it is, okay?" To which Cindy giggled and chirped, "No!" Melody repeated in a

stronger voice, "I want you to be good today, Cindy, we have a special friend

here." Again Cindy yelled, "No!" Then Melody said, "Okay, let's get

undressed." Melody then sat her squirming daughter on the edge of the bed,

and while telling her to hold still, she took Cindy's shoes and dress off.

Then she had Cindy lay down on the changing mat. She squirmed and laughed as

Melody tickled her. Melody took out diapers, waterproof panties, baby

powder, oil and lotion from the diaper bag. While Cindy squirmed and played,

Melody took off her waterproof panties, and then unpinned and removed her wet

diapers. Melody said they were soaked and she left the room to wring them

out. She returned and put the used diapers in another compartment of the

diaper bag. Melody then cleaned and wiped Cindy down with baby oil and

lotion. Then Melody had me sprinkle Cindy with baby powder. She then

diapered and dressed Cindy. Cindy laughed and had a great time of it.

When finished, Melody turned to me and said, "See how easy that was, Candie.

Now it's your turn, Sweetheart." She continued, "Now take off your pretty

dress, we don't want to get lotion or anything on it." I hesitated and she

said, "Come on, Honey. I can't let you stay in those wet diapers another

minute." I looked at her with tears in my eyes, but she told me to put my

hands over my head. She pulled off my dress and petticoat and neatly folded

them. I felt so embarrassed standing there in my wet diapers and waterproof

baby panties in front of her and her daughter. She told Cindy go to go play

with her doll, but Cindy just stayed there watching us. Melody then sat me

on the edge of the bed and took my shoes off. She told me to lay on the

changing mat. I was reluctant, and Melody was becoming a bit impatient, so

she pushed me down on the matt. I started sobbing again, but Melody just

said, "There, there, Candie. This will only take a few minutes. Now lift up

your legs, Sugarplum, so I can take your panties off and get at those wet

diapers. I promise you'll feel much better when I'm done." I just laid there

on my back crying, so Melody just proceeded to pull off my waterproof panties

and unpin my soaking diapers. As she removed the diapers, she saw my tiny

penis and was puzzled for a moment but then tried to hold back laughter. She

exclaimed, "Oh Candie, you're really a little boy, aren't you!" I whined,

"Yes, ma'am." She put her head down so I wouldn't see her laughing. Even

Cindy was giggling. She asked me why I had been dressed like a baby girl,

and I whimpered that that's how Aunt Meg and Tammie were punishing me.

Melody made me tell her the bad things I had done, including wetting the

crib, and she agreed that I was a bad little boy. She scolded me and asked

me if I wanted a "red bottom?" She added that my Aunt had done the right

thing. I continued weeping, and Melody seemed to feel sorry for me.

Melody then spoke again using baby-talk. She told me that she felt bad, but

that maybe this would help me learn my lesson. Adding to my humiliation,

Cindy really wanted to help diaper me, so Melody let her. I was so mortified

as the little girl sprinkled baby powder on me and helped her mother fold my

diapers while watching everything and giggling. She even helped pull my

waterproof panties up my legs and over my diapers.

When they were finished, Melody kissed me and said I had been a very good

girl. She tickled me all over until I couldn't stop laughing. Just as the

were finishing putting my dress back on, Aunt Meg and Tammie came in. Aunt

Meg asked what was taking so long and if I had been giving Melody a hard

time. Melody said I had been very good, but I was very wet and should have

spoken up sooner. Aunt Meg asked her if she had discovered my, "Little

secret?" Melody told her she certainly had discovered my little secret! Aunt

Meg and Tammie explained the whole situation to her, and the women laughed

and laughed.

Aunt Meg turned to me and said I looked very tired. I said I wasn't tired,

and she asked me if I had taken a nap today. I said no, I didn't need naps.

She responded, "Oh yes you do, Sweetness. All babies need their naps, and

you've had more than enough excitement for one day." With that, Aunt Meg

quickly pulled off my dress and petticoat, and removed my shoes. She then

lowered the safety bars on the crib, picked me up, put me in the crib and

raised the bars back into place. I complained that I didn't need a nap, but

Aunt Meg just patted me on the head and told me to be good or else I would

get a spanking. I tried to cover myself in the baby blanket, but Aunt Meg

took it away saying it was too hot, leaving me in just my diapers and

waterproof panties. The women saw my embarrassment, and continued to taunted

me further. Cindy stood next to my crib staring at me and giggling. Aunt

Meg picked up my baby bottle and said I needed some warm milk.

Melody said she and Cindy had to leave, but for my Aunt to call her if she

needed anyone to, "Take special care of baby Candie." Melody added that I

could play with all of Cindy's dolls and toys. Tammie looked at me and said,

"Oh, wouldn't that be fun, Candie?" My Aunt thanked Melody and said she would

call her.

As the women walked out, Cindy yelled, "Bye, bye baby," and everyone laughed.

I noticed Aunt Meg had left the door wide open. I called out for her to

please close it, but she ignored me.

A few moments later, a group of children remaining from the party came in and

surrounded my crib. The were laughing and chanting that I was a diaper baby.

They taunted and teased me and asked me if I had wet myself. They made fun

of my pink waterproof baby panties with circus animals and lace trim, and

tried to touch at them through the crib bars. I was so humiliated. Aunt Meg

and Tammie came in the door, and I begged them to make the children go out,

but Aunt Meg just stuck my baby bottle in my mouth and ordered me to drink

the warm milk. The children howled with laughter. A girl asked my Aunt if

the bottle would make me wet my diapers now, but Aunt Meg laughed and told

her that I had just been changed so it would probably take a while for me to

wet myself again. The children continued teasing me, and Aunt Meg and Tammie

left the room laughing. Finally, the party was over and everyone left.

The next day, Aunt Meg kept me in diapers and a dress that she had borrowed

from Tammie. She then took me to a new and used children's clothing store.

As Aunt Meg selected a number a little-girl dresses and skirts, slips, socks,

panties, tights, etc. for me, the salesgirl commented that I was very

pretty. Aunt Meg took me in the fitting room and tried all the clothes on

me. She then took me over to the infant and toddler section. She selected

several packages of diapers. She then looked for girls' extra-large

waterproof baby panties. The bin where they should have been was empty. As

I continued blushing and holding my head down, the salesgirl came over and

Aunt Meg asked her if she had any more girls' extra-large waterproof panties.

The sales girl motioned to an assortment in size large, asking my Aunt how

big the baby was as large would fit most toddlers. To my dismay, my Aunt

pointed at me and announced that her, "Baby" was right here and really needs

extra-large. She continued that, "My Candie still wets herself and her bed

occasionally and gets put back into diapers for punishment." The salesgirl

fought back laughter and said she would check in the stockroom. She came

back a few minutes later with a stack of girls' extra-large waterproof baby

panties. With the salesgirl and some other people looking nearby, my Aunt

pulled up my dress, exposing my frilly waterproof baby panties with diapers

underneath. I was so embarrassed I was fidgeting and she told me to be

still. Aunt Meg held a pair of the waterproof panties to my waist and

announced they should fit just fine. I was so mortified.

The salesgirl rang up our purchase, and when she got to the diapers and

waterproof panties, she looked at me and giggled.

My Aunt Meg kept me in girls clothes, often with diapers underneath for the

rest of the summer. She had Tammie watch me and had me play with Tammie's

daughters, and she took Melody up on her offer and had me stay overnight at

her house. It was one incredible summer!