Chapter 17
The ride to Marge’s was…quiet. Andrea was going to let Jim think about his current problems and he was not about to start into any conversation that would have to start with the word “Mommy”.
He did a casual inspection of his apparel as the boredom began to set in. He was wearing a pink lacy dress, with white tights on his legs and black Mary Jane shoes. He thought to himself that he was glad he did not have any hair on his head or that would probably have been in ponytails or something.
Andrea slowed and turned through the iron gates of a large old Victorian house. Jim watched the lawn and rows or flowers roll by as they approached. Andrea slipped expertly up to the front entryway and turned off the car. She turned around and smiled sweetly at her captive.
“Think of this as a test, Jim. Tomorrow you are going to have to convince the judge that what happened to you has reduced you in…um…intellect…to a 12 month old, right? So, I want you to do your best to act the part.”
Jim shuddered as he tried to plead his case.
“Please, Andy. I just want to go home. I never planned on being OUT anywhere, even worse you have me wearing a damned dress. What the hell do you think you are doing anyway? Dressing me up like this!!”
Andrea got out and opened the rear door, looking in at the little man that locked for all the world like a toddler girl.
“I think there is something I have that will be a major help.”
Jim looked up, hope springing into his eyes.
The hope was short lived. Andrea popped a pink pacifier into his mouth and held it there with one finger as her husband groaned and tried to push it out with his tongue.
“Uh uh uh. You leave that in, baby.”
Jim sank back in his seat, sucking furiously on the latex in his mouth, but not attempting to rebel outwardly. His wife smiled sweetly at him as she unbuckled his straps and lifted him out of the car and stood him on the ground next to him. As the door closed the slight breeze rustled the lace edge of the dress.
She reached down and took his hand. He glanced up the steps just in time to see the front door burst open and a 9 year old girl some running down the steps.
“They’re here. They’re here. Aunt Margie, they’re here.”
The girl flew down the stone steps 3 at a time as she raced toward the couple. Jim instinctively clung to his wife’s legs in fear, as Andrea kept a firm grip on his hand in order to keep him from actually running away.
The girl reached the bottom of the steps as her aunt appeared in the doorway.
“Amy, stop!”
The girl pulled to a stop only a few feet from the guests and stood staring at Jim, panting, and eyes positively aglow.
“Oh, Aunt Margie, she is just SO cute,” she looked at Jim. “We are going to have just so much fun.”
Amy reached out her hand to the hiding form of Jim as he tried to hide behind his “mother’s” skirt. Andrea carefully pulled Jim from behind her and pushed him toward the waiting girl. He looked back plaintively as Amy took his hand and began to carefully help him up the steps.
Both Andy and Marge watched with poorly concealed mirth as the tiny man succumbed to the helpful, and now cautious, girl and started his trek up the stairs. His thickly padded bottom did not leave any ability for him to move one leg easily in front of the other, so he rocked back and forth, swinging each leg up to the side to reach the next step.
On flat ground it would have easily been considered a waddle, the way Jim had to walk, but on the steps he was acting more like a penguin. All the way up, his helper kept a firm grip on his little hand and made sure he did not fall. She was beaming at her aunt as they reached the top step.
Marge stopped them, as they were about to enter the house.
“Young lady, remember this is NOT a doll. You WILL remember to be careful and keep um her…safe. You can play dolls, and house and all, but remember Andrea is her mommy. You are not allowed to change her diaper.”
“OK, Aunt Margie. We will be careful. I promise,” replied Amy as she led the shocked, scared and totally helpless “baby” inside the house and down a long hallway.
Marge looked at Andrea.
Andrea stood at the bottom of the steps, coldly returning her gaze.
The pregnant pause lasted exactly 2.7 seconds, when both of them burst out laughing.
Jim walked down the hallway, his hand firmly held by Amy and the pacifier still in his mouth. Amy stopped at what was obviously a bedroom and opened the door.
Jim audibly gasped as he looked at what had to be the most GIRL room he had ever seen. From the pink 4-poster bed, the lace canopy and the frilly window dressings, Jim knew he was had. Amy liked everything frilly and lacey.
But what scared him the most were the rows and rows of dolls. Not the little dolls that most girls carry around. These were all just about his size or slightly larger.
He was 27½ tall and most of the collection would tower over him if they were both standing on the floor. Not only that, they were almost all dolls depicting young girls in dresses. He began to realize that all the clothes on these dolls would FIT HIM.
Jim tried to turn and leave but Amy had already shut the door and was looking at him in the same way a cat does when they have caught a mouse and is about to play.
Jim sucked furiously on the pacifier as he watched Amy grab a doll from the shelf dressed in dark red velvet. She looked at him…and smiled.
Jim never noticed the small security camera hidden amongst the dolls on the shelf.
Two women stared at the tiny monitor as they watched the scene play out in bedroom. Although there was no sound with the video feed, it was obvious what was going on.
It had their complete attention.
Alternately they would laugh, then wait tensely as Amy tried outfit after outfit on the diminutive man, then gush with oohs and aahs once his new outfit was on.
It was evident that Jim knew there was no escape and was being totally compliant with the preteen girl as she dressed him everything from baby sleepers to fancy dresses, always with making sure to leave his diaper undisturbed.
They let the little drama play out for about 45 minutes when Andrea decided that Jim had probably reached his limit. The women got up and Marge turned the monitor off. They walked down the hall and stood outside Amy’s bedroom door for just a moment.
“Oh Jamie, you look adorable in your little nightie. I am so glad you could come to my sleepover. You even brought your teddy bear to sleep with. Would you like some tea before we go to sleep?”
The two women giggled quietly for just a moment before opening the door and looking in. They view was even better in color. Jim sat on the floor in a flannel nightgown that was longer than his legs and covered his feet, but did nothing to hide the huge bulge of his diaper. He held the bear tightly against his chest and was standing with his back resting against the bed. His eyes had the glazed look of someone that just wanted whatever they were going through to be over with, no matter what it took.
As soon as he noticed Andrea, he made a noise similar to a squeak, jumped and ran to her. He clung to her, gasping for breath, as if he had not seen her in ages.
Andrea almost groaned audibly at the power she had over her man. That feeling quickly melted away as an odor wafted to her nostrils.
“I think she is poopy,” said Amy, her eyes innocent as she looked up from the floor.
“I…can tell. Well I think that I had better change little Miss Muffet before we have lunch, don’t you?”
Andy leaned over to pick up the quivering person attached to her leg when Marge stopped her. She quickly picked Jim up and mouthed the words, “Let me do it.”
Marge turned and left.
Andrea stared for a moment at Amy, then giggled and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh well, I guess WE set the table.”
She and Amy turned off the lights and headed for the dining room.
Marge placed Jim on her hip as she walked down the hallway and turned into what was obviously a nursery. Pictures of baby animals were all over the walls and the tones were light pink, yellow and blue. The crib against the wall to the left was ornate, white and draped with lace. The carpet was a deep shag, dazzling white, and through the window Jim could see the grass of the backyard.
He was laid quickly, on his back, on a changing table and Marge held him firmly with one hand while flipping his dress up and working on removing the tights.
Jim, not knowing what to expect, began to make small plaintive sounds around the pacifier.
Marge stopped and looked at him for just a moment. Then she swiftly pulled the pacifier out and spoke to him.
“I think the little game can stop. At least while we are alone. I must say you are doing a smashing job of acting the baby, dear.”
Jim stuttered, “Y – Y – You…you are going to…take off the diaper?”
Marge nodded.
“And from the way you play the part, I think you enjoy getting your diaper changed as well. Don’t you?”
Jim shook his head.
Marge smiled at him. “You will. Eventually you will.”
More to follow…..