“Hey, There He Is: Your Date For Tonight! Ooh, Aren’t You So Excited To Be Going Out With A Boy Your

I laid on my tummy on the soft carpet of Dada's home office, swinging my feet back and forth. I was busy coloring a picture for Dada, who was sitting at his computer, busy at work.

Trying to be a good girl and keep quiet while Dada worked, I suckled on my paci. The only sounds coming from my mouth were soft squeaks and happy whines as I looked at the pretty picture i was making. Every few minutes I would pop my paci out of my mouth to take a big drink of juice from my baba, only to put my pretty pink paci right back into my mouth.

After a while, I was almost finished with my picture. It was almost time for Dada to be off of work too, and I wanted it to be done before then so i could give it to him. I looked up at him and let out a happy whine as he looked down at me, reaching over to stroke my hair.

"Such a good girl. Daddy's almost finished, okay baby? Then I'll come and color with you."

"Otay Dada!" I mumbled around my pacifier.

I went back to coloring, looking up at Dada every few minutes. He seemed to be getting antsy, his foot tapping on the floor. He was probably ready to be done working.

Just as I was about to be done with my picture, he pushed his chair back from the computer, careful not to bump into me. I looked up at him with a frown. Dada usually didnt take breaks right in the middle of a project.

He saw my confused look. "Dada needs to go potty, babygirl. And speaking of potties, how is your diaper doing? Did my wittle baby go potty yet?"

I blushed and lifted my hands to cover my face as i shook my head.

"No? Hmm, that's not good. Its been a while since i changed you and you're still dry? Let Daddy double check, baby. Little girls are too small to know if they've made peepees."

I whimpered shyly, embarrassed as he stood and walked behind me. I went to move onto my knees so he could get a better view, but he held me still, lying on the ground. To my surprise, he straddled my knees, trapping my legs between his.

His big strong hands settled on my thighs and slid up, under my onesie and over my diapee, squeezing and pressing softly. "It seems you were telling the truth after all, you're all dry. We can't have that. Little babies like you should always have a wet diapee, isn't that right, Sweetheart?" he cooed at me.

I whimpered once more and nodded my head. Reaching over to grab my stuffie, i held onto it and rested my cheek against the carpet, laying flat.

"What's that?"

"Yes Dada," i said shyly.

"Good baby." He slid one finger under my diaper, sliding it along the inside leg cuff. "I think I know how we can take care of both of our problems. Daddy needs to go potty, and baby needs her diapee to be nice and soggy."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment and humiliation as I realized what Dada had in mind. I whined softly.

Dada's jeans unzipped loudly behind me and i felt him move a bit, sliding forward up my thighs. His finger lifted the leg cuff of my dipee and i felt him slide inside.

"Ready baby?"

Before i could answer, i felt him push deeper inside as he started to pee. Wet warmth spread over my butt and down between my legs. I whimpered and shifted as it began to soak into my diaper.

"That's my good girl. Just hug your stuffie baby, it's okay. Daddy's almost finished."

I did as I was told, holding still as his pee flooded my diaper. He started to gently pull back and push forward, and I gasped as his thingy bumped into my little kitty, soaking it in his warmth.

He slowly pulled out of my diapee and zipped his pants back up. I felt him bend down and I sighed happily as he stroked my hair, kissing my head. "You're the best little girl for Dada."

He stood slowly and sat back in his chair. "Daddy's almost finished with work, love. Once I'm done, I think my little princess deserves a reward for being so well behaved."

I squealed happiled around my paci and wiggled my now soggy bottom. "Fank you Dada!"

Michael sat on the blanket wearing a super cute outfit and drinking cum from his bottle. His outfit consisted of a diaper, a cute spotty onesie, shortalls, rainbow thigh high socks and little shoes. It was a perfect look for him, completed by the smell of the stinky poopy mess in the seat of his diaper. It had been a couple of hours since he had pushed the squishy load into his diaper and it had gotten cold now so it didn’t feel as nice any more. But Michael was just a baby and had no way of getting out of the diaper unless Daddy wanted it off him. At this moment Daddy appeared, walking into the room, holding a new diaper and baby powder in his hand. “Time to change baby’s diaper!” Daddy said excitedly as he walked towards Michael. Michael giggled behind his bottle. “You like that bottle don’t you little baby?” Daddy said as he stood above Michael. The bottle was filled with a mixture of cum from Daddy’s big cock and cum from Michael’s little clitty. Michael loved his bottle. It tasted so good. Daddy knelt down and laid Michael down on his back. Michael giggled as Daddy took his shoes off and began to take his shortalls off too. It was time for a diaper change and maybe if Michael was very lucky, Daddy would fuck him while he changed him.

Always Read The Course Syllabus

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I’m sure we’ve all heard the story of the guy that accidentally ended up joining the girls gym class after writing down the wrong course code when selecting his courses for the year. But that’s all it was right? A story they tell new students to make sure they sign up for the right course. Nobody would be that stupid. Or so I thought.

At my high school they offer a wider range of courses than most. Some of them considered strange and unusual. And some, unfortunately, are spelled similar to other classes.

Enter my dyslexic ass. I thought I was signing up for Shop Class when I wrote down the class code. Imagine my surprise when I showed up to class only to find out it was Swap Class!

I went to the school counsellor to see if I could and get switched into shop but unfortunately I was told that all the elective classes were full and that I was stuck.

“The point of Swap Class,” The teacher explained. “Is to give you experiences you wouldn’t otherwise have the chance to.”

What that meant was that our names were all put on one of two parts of a wheel and who ever we landed on our lives were swapped. There was one problem though. There was an uneven number of students in the class so the teacher put the category of Random on the wheel as well.

How random worked was each student put a life experience suggestion into a hat and who ever landed on random would pull one of the suggestions out of the hat and that will be the life they’ll live for the rest of the course.

If I ever find out who wrote Baby Girl I’ll kill them. The moment I drew the suggestion the teacher wrote a note and sent me to the nurses office where I was changed into a diaper and given a girls uniform.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just at school but apparently the teacher called our parents and told them we have to continue the assignment at home as well! It took my parents less than a week to put all my boy stuff in storage, turning my room into a giant pink girly nursery. They even put a lock on the bathroom so I had to use my diapers! To top it all off they’ve even enrolled me in daycare when I’m not at school.

Oh and did I mention the course spans two semesters?! This is going to be a long school year.

My advice and warning to you is to READ THE COURSE SYLLABUS!

It had been a year since the courts set my son to the Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys. Over the course of that year they had subjected him to a combination of therapies called Regression Therapy and Feminization, reducing his mental and physical state to that of a baby girl. My husband, though hesitant, went along with it at first. But after we received the 6 month update letter he wasn’t so sure anymore. And after our first visitation he was against continuing it. We ended up arguing about it and it unfortunately ended in our divorce. Now I’m left to re-raise our daughter by myself.

It isn’t easy being a single mother much less one to a teenaged baby. Luckily I don’t have worry about finding a sitter while I’m at work as she’s still enrolled at the School, and they gave me a list of stores that sell adult sized baby supplies but it’s still hard. I don’t blame her of course, I love my little princess. I just wish my ex husband was able to understand why this was all needed. Our son was headed down a path to a life of crime but now she can start over as our daughter. We couldn’t afford to make the same mistakes we did last time and this was the best option to avoid them. I guess all I can do is give her the love and attention she needs and hope for the best.

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The fourth and final part of my Last Chance Reform School for Troubled Boys series. I might make more captions about it following a different family but this is the last for this one.

Art by Rocket Manatee