Freddysghost - Baby Nami

“Is that your son Alex?” Grace asked seeing her friends son walk out of the house in a pink dress.

“Yes it is.” Alex’s mom said as her son walked towards them.

“But I thought you didn’t agree with the idea of petticoating?” Margaret said astonished at how Alex looked. “You said it was a bunch of misandrist hogwash.”

“Oh I still firmly hold that belief. And believe me it is.” Alex’s mom said taking a sip of tea.

“Then why is he wearing a dress?” Grace asked not understanding.

“Well you see, Alex came out to me as trans last week so we went on a big shopping trip yesterday and bought her a whole new wardrobe. We’ll be moving to a new house in September so Alexa, as she likes to be called now, can attend a more trans friendly school. Isn’t that right dear.” Alexa’s mom asked as she stat down next to her mom.

“Yes mommy and thank you for being so supportive and the new wardrobe.” Alexa said gratefully.

“You’re very welcome dear.” Alexa’s mom said before turning back to her friends. “As I was saying, you know how the kids and most of the other parents around here are. Despite the large number of mothers petticoating their sons there doesn’t seem to be much support for the LGBTQ+ community here. I guess things never change that much around here. So we’re just telling people she’s being petticoated until the move to avoid her being bullied to much.”

“Oh I understand.” Margaret said nodding. “It’s the same reason my brother moved out after he met his boyfriend.”

“Mhm. It’s one thing for someone to be trans and support them but forcing a gender identity/role on people is just not right.” Alexa’s mom said hugging her new daughter.

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Loosely based on PJ’s Tales of the Petticoated:

The next series of captions I wrote! All about a new mysterious virus infecting young adults across the world. Got inspired by an actual flu epidemic that took place on my college campus. Art credit goes to Rocket Manatee 

Don’t give me that look young lady. You brought this on yourself. I told you not to tease your sister about her still potty training at 13 and that I do not like swear words used in this house. I repeatedly told you what would happen if you continued to do both. But would you listen? No. So now you will suffer the consequences of your actions; your mouth washed out with soap and diaper punishment until you’re sister is finished potty training. Now apologize to your sister and you can forget about that slumber party you were planning this weekend unless you want your friends to see your diapers.

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Not forced feminization. Just a reminder that boys aren’t the only ones who end up in diapers when they misbehave. Girls can find themselves quickly diapered as well when they get on mommy’s last nerve.

You’re too little for Daddies lollipop young lady, if you need to cum, then you will have to cum in your wet diaper…..you have three minutes before bedtime, so you better hurry!

The big city really does have everything, doesn’t it? I mean, who’d have ever thought when I moved here last year that I’d be posing now in a frilly dress for you, smiling and wiggling and showing off my padded little behind…and all of my own free will? I mean, I can think of more fun things to do, definitely. But a paycheck sure is nice…

I’d never dreamed that there would be such a demand for stuff like this. Sure, I’m familiar with cat cafés and maid cafés; who isn’t here in Tokyo? But last year when I came here looking around for a job after graduation, a close friend of mine suggested I try out this place. “It’s kind of like a maid café, but different,” was all he’d said… And so I came and interviewed - and got the job the very next week!

At first it didn’t seem like much at all. The owner was super nice, though, and was completely up-front with me and the other new hires about the fact that we would be experimenting with a new kind of café. “People come to a maid café because they want to flirt and look at pretty faces while they’re being served,” he explained patiently. “And I thought, not everybody likes to be waited on; some people like to feel instead like they’re being busy and useful. So why not give people the chance to flirt and see young, pretty faces while also taking care of them?”

Those first couple of weeks were odd, believe me; I honestly almost quit a few times. But it got easier as I got accustomed to all this. Yeah, it’s like you imagine; we have to put on these frilly, babyish outfits as soon as we arrive, because the whole idea is to give the customer a chance to baby us. We’re assigned various ages to play; I’m usually asked to play age two, so that means I’m almost always in little onesies, dresses, sleepers, and of course…diapers. Oh, don’t worry - I don’t mind anymore! They took some getting used to, though, especially when we had to start actually using them and letting customers change us…

But what can I say? The Little Flower Café has supplied a new service, and the demand is clearly there - even though we maybe didn’t know it before. We get lots of older grandmas who just want to mother someone, but also younger guys, too…guys a lot like you, actually. I suppose they must like it for some reason, though I’m not quite sure what…

Anyway, enough about me! I shouldn’t be talking on the job, certainly when I’m supposed to be your kawaii little two-year-old for the next hour. Don’t you like it when I squat down and show you my ruffly little diaper bottom, sir…like this? I’m here to please you and make you smile, after all! Just tell me, sir - what else would you like to do with me this evening?

Image Credit: BabyGals.JP?

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