“Sweetie? Come in now. Come on. Auntie’s friends are here and they haven’t seen you for a whole year
“Sweetie? Come in now. Come on. Auntie’s friends are here and they haven’t seen you for a whole year so stop loitering and come in or Auntie will have to spank.”Mike took one last long look at the countryside, wishing he could just jump onto the ground and run through the fields and into town and onto a bus. But…what good would that do him? Where would he actually get wearing diapers, plastic panties and a dress? Would the townsfolk of the conservative area look kindly upon a feminized 18-year-old who was kept in diapers? Would they be his rescuers? Drive him to the airport, buy him a ticket, send him on a plane back home to his parents? His parents who were the cause of all this?For four years now they’d packed their son off to his aunt Helen in England, telling him it was a requirement for them agreeing to pay for his college when he was 18. “You’re going to learn to be a good girl so you’re a a good boy when you go off to college and don’t get into trouble.” Their logic was insane but what could he do? Now he was 18. And college was just months away. Surely he wouldn’t have to go to Helen’s again. That’s what he was blubbering to his mom as she shoved him through security at the airport two days earlier.Now here he was again, back in his hated diapers and panties, in his sissy dresses and outfits picked out by his insane aunt. Each year she made a big deal of showing him off to the neighbors for the first time of the summer. She made him model the clothes she sewed for him, made him suck on a bottle, made him crawl around, changed him in front of everyone, showed off his new chastity cage to everyone, including all the girls his age who came around to see the American moron who was turned into a feminized diaper sissy every summer. If he misbehaved she had no problem putting him over her tiny knees right then and there and paddling him until he bawled and rolled pathetically off. Or allowing one of the schoolgirls to take a ruler to his ass. For the next three months, he knew, he would be forced into Pampers, paraded around the village, sissified, spanked, plugged and put through classic English homeschooling. But it would be worth it when he was off to college, his own man. That’s what he told himself anyway as he sighed and looked at the country and prepared to face his newest year of humiliation, utterly unaware that his aunt was about to make a big announcement about that future: College was off. His folks had hit a hard time financially and his college money had to go to paying off their second house. “Could you maybe keep him for…awhile?” her sister had asked Helen and of course she’d said yes. Her little diaper girl. Hers for good now. -- source link