"I could never sleep with a man who wears diapers," she said, and in an instance you regretted bringing it up. You tried to walk it back, but it was too late; sex became irregular, then nonexistent, and a distance began to grow between the two of you that felt impossible to overcome.
But then, only a few months after your confession, you came home to find her waiting at the front door with a smile on her face. She told you to strip, and as you did she began to explain.
"I realized I was looking at it all wrong," she said. "I could never be with a man who wants to wear diapers... but you're not a man, are you? You're not a woman, obviously, but there's no way such a weak little thing with such a tiny peepee could call yourself a man. So that only leaves one thing, doesn't it?"
She led you to the bedroom, where a little pink outfit with a matching diaper, tights, and pacifier was laid out on the bed. You stared at her, shocked; these things weren't yours. You had never even fantasized about wearing so much pink, and yet here was the girliest outfit you could imagine.
"You're a sissy," she said, with a smirk, "and it's time you started acting like it."
From then on the kink you'd once enjoyed every now and then became your whole life. She threw out all your old boxers and clothes immediately, then ordered hundreds of fluffy pink diapers and infantile outfits that seemed designed to humiliate you as much as possible. She kicked you out of the master bedroom and into the guest room, which quickly transformed into a nursery complete with an enormous crib and changing table, and more stuffed animals than you knew what to do with.
You didn't think to question her sudden and radical change of heart, opting to dive fully into kinky bliss instead. Your days became full of diaper changes and breastfeeding, of Barbie and Carebears, of private humiliations that made your little guy strain against its diaper. You were happy and horny as hell.
But as you look up at her perfect body now and listen as she tells you about your evening plans, you wonder if maybe you should have asked more questions after all.
"He'll be here at six," she says, as she gently wipes your clitty before covering it in baby powder, "and I want you on your best behavior."
You start to protest, but before you can she shoves a pacifier in your mouth.
"No, ma'am. I don't wanna hear it. I know he was your best friend, but Derek has been good to me during all this, and it's time for Mommy to feel a real man inside her again."
"He's been good to you too, you know," she adds, as she folds the diaper and starts taping it shut. "Who do you think helped me understand what are in the first place? You know, he paid for almost all of your diapers, and for most of your nursery too. "
You blush furiously - your best friend orchestrated this!? - but you know that if you remove your pacifier without permission it'll mean a spanking and a timeout, and your ass is still red from the last time you did that. Instead you pout and shake your head, but Mommy just giggles.
"C'mon, Stinkybutt," she says, as she starts pulling your pretty little tights up your smooth legs. "You knew this would happen, didn't you? Didn't I say I could never be with someone who wears diapers? Well, Derek doesn't wear diapers, does he? In fact, he's so kind and generous that he buys them for silly little sissies who still need to learn their place."
"So, when he gets here I want to see the happy, giggly sissy I know you can be. If he wants you to sit on his lap, you will. If he wants you to make a messy in the diapers he's paying for, you will. And if he decides he wants to push his big, masculine cock between your pretty pink lips, you'll get on your knees and say 'thank you Daddy!' in your most adorable sissy voice."
"There's going to be some big changes around here, missy," she says, as she puts the finishing touches on your outfit. "Derek's got a lot of ideas about how diapered sissies should behave and what they should look like, and what Daddy says goes. He's already planned a party with all your old friends this Saturday, and a picnic at the park for the three of us next weekend. I also caught him looking up how much breast enhancements cost... and I think we both know that's not for me, don't we?"
You can feel yourself panicking, and for a second you think about spitting your pacifier out, shoving your Mommy away and running away as fast as you can.
But you don't. You can't. Even if months of this lifestyle hadn't weakened your muscles and your will, there's nowhere for you to go. You have no money, no car, no clothes outside the countless dresses and rompers and diapers filling your closet. You have nothing except Mommy, and as you look up at her smirking down at you, you finally understand exactly what that means.
The doorbell rings; your heart skips a beat. Mommy smiles.
"He's here early!" she says. "I guess he couldn't wait to meet his new baby girl. I can tell you're excited to meet your new Daddy, too! Remember; best behavior tonight, or you won't be able to sit down for a week. Derek has spent a lot of time and money making you into the perfect little sissy baby possible, and I will NOT allow you to be anything but grateful. Is that understood?"
You nod submissively, but that's not enough for Mommy.
"Take that paci out," she says firmly. "I wanna hear you say it."
Drool dribbles down your silicone boobies as you pull your pacifier out at last. "I understand, Mommy," you squeak.
"What do you understand, sissy?"
"That I need to be a good girl for Derek--
"Daddy," Mommy interrupts.
"-for Daddy. That I need to be a good, happy, giggly girl for Daddy, and do whatever he says."
You gulp. "Even if Daddy wants me to suck his big, masculine cock for him."
"Good girl," she says. As one final touch, she grabs your pink lip gloss, spreads it across your lips, and smiles.
"Pucker up, baby. Daddy's home."
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