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Husband Becomes Baby Girl (Part 3)
🕑 Added 2017-08-04 15:00:01 +0000 UTC Stephen woke up feeling disoriented. He had passed out after several minutes of lying down in the dark, worn out by the stress of his predicament. As he regained consciousness he realized where he was in disbelief. He had hoped the whole thing was a bad dream but alas it wasn't. He was tied up in the giant crib of his wife's adult nursery, wearing nothing but a thick diaper and frilly socks. The bottle his wife, Brenna, had given him to drink was sitting next to him, empty.He remembered her instructions: he had to wet his diaper by the time she came back as a token of his submission. Otherwise , there would be consequences. He would have to go out there, in his house, during his wife's party to say goodnight to each guest in just his diaper and apologize for having an accident in his pants earlier. He would then go back to sleep in the nursery.
If his diaper was wet though, he would get to sleep in his bed with Brenna and wear pajamas to say his beddy-byes. A small comfort but an upgrade nonetheless which he wasn't willing to pass up.
Unfortunately, his diaper was still dry. His bladder felt somewhat full after drinking his bottle, but he hadn't felt the urge to go yet. Time was running out and he grew increasingly anxious that he wouldn'f make it in time.
Thinking back to earlier that day left the bitter taste of irony in his mouth. He had been so eager to use the bathroom only to end up peeing all over his short overalls and girly panties. Now in the opposite situation he was trying hard to wet himself but to no avail.
His heart skipped a beat when he finally heard the nursery door creak open. He would've peed himself out of fear if he hadn't done so a few hours earlier.
Brenna stepped in the room, looking a bit drunker then earlier. That wasn't a good sign. She became meaner when she drank, that he already knew.
"How is my little girl, ready to say goodnight?"
Stephen couldn't reply. Paralized by fear and anticipation.
"Cat got your tongue? Oh well, let's see if you need a change before we go".
Brenna reached down to Stephen's crotch and brushed her fingers against the front of his diaper, then firmly gripped his groin, pressing on the padding, checking for wetness indications. She raised eyebrows, seemingly disappointed by the outcome.
"I guess you want to act like a grown up now. No matter, you'll get rid of that desire soon enough. Let's go see our guests, shall we?"
"Brenna please, he whimpered, I drank the whole thing, look! I tried to go, I did! I'm still trying now but I'm not used to... do that like this... Please give me a chance, I don't want them to see me in a diaper, they've already seen me pee myself... please..."
Tears were falling down on his face, but Brenna seemed unmoved. She considered his pathetic plea for a few seconds as the only sound they could hear was him sobbing uncontrollably.
"I tell you what, she began, since you're showing contrition I will show some mercy. We'll do half the punishment. I will allow you to say your goodbyes with pajamas on, but you won't be sleeping in the bed with me tonight, you'll come back here in the nursery. However, I want you to keep drinking and you better wet that diaper by the time your little tour is over or else I might give you a good spanking in front of everyone. Is that clear?"
''Very clear! He almost screamed. Thank you!
She did not reply but instead headed over to the adjacent table to pick up Stephen's new pajamas. When she lifted them up, he almost regretted his enthusiastic thanks.
With a bit of luck, no one could tell what he was wearing underneath, but he still looked like a little girl nonetheless. Alas, Stephen had already been dressed up as a girl during the evening, dressing up as one again at night had to be less humiliating then parading around in a diaper, right?
Stephen reluctantly lifted up his smooth legs and crinkly padded butt so Brenna could slide the pants over his dry diaper. She then uncuffed his wrists and allowed him to sit on the mattress, raising his arms above his head for his wife to put on a pink hello kitty T-shirt.
When he got back on his feet, Stephen looked down at his outfit, hoping the girly pajamas would conceal his diapered state. Urged by Brenna, he took a few steps towards the door, only to realize the loud crinkling noise that now accompanied him could reveal his shameful secret. Maybe the music from the party would help in that regard, but that might have been wishful thinking.
Brenna grabbed the sippy cup he had left behind as a reminder that he needed to keep drinking if he was to fulfil her condition and avoid a humiliating spanking. She dropped by the bathroom to quickly fill it up as they headed down the hall.
The loud conversations faded immediately as the couple appeared before the remaining guests. Only to be replaced by giggling and hushed snakry comments. It seemed as if they all knew this would happen. Brenna must've warned them, Stephen thought, praying she hadn't told them everything.
He nervously clasped his small hands around his sippy cup and mechanically brought it to his lips, making him look even more like a bashful toddler then he already did.
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