"And just what do you think you're doing? Do you want another swat?" This was just too funny. The little guy actually thought that I could turn him into a girl! He was peeking to see if he still had a wee-wee! I suppose, for him, the idea wasn't that far fetched. After all, I WAS able to change him into a baby. How would he know that I was only teasing when I threatened to change his gender?

"Don't worry, silly, it's still there." I pulled the wet diaper off of him, and watched with amusement as he looked down. He was obviously relieved to see that his tiny manhood remained intact. I tickled him, as he twisted in my arms, trying to run away.

"Let me go. You can't keep me like this!" he squeaked.

"I could if I wanted to," I laughed. "But this is too much like being someone's mommy." I held my arm round his tummy as he pushed to break free. He suddenly stopped struggling when I spread my hand out flat against his bare little bum. "Let's get you dressed".

"You can really change me back?" Sniveling, he looked like he was ready to cry. For just a moment, I almost felt sorry for him. I lowered him to the carpeted floor, and got on my knees.

"Piece of cake," I assured him as I slid a cloth diaper under his body and pulled it up between his legs.

"How did you do this to me?" His bottom lip was trembling, and a big tear rolled down his pink cheek.

"You wouldn't understand if I told you."

"Then tell me why." His expression was suddenly serious; the way he looked made me giggle out loud.

"We've been through all of that." I gently pulled him in a sitting position, guiding his little arms through the sleeves of the undershirt. "Because I can. Because it's fun." I pushed him back to the carpeting and fastened the snaps at his crotch. Rising to my feet, I pulled him up with me, resting him on my hip.

"You shouldn't have bragged to your friends about us sleeping together. That was very immature you know." His bottom rested in the palm of my hand, and I gave it a substantial squeeze. "I figured that if you're going to act immature, you might as well look immature." I took my free hand and brushed back his fine wispy hair. "I bet next time you'll know better."

He looked up at me. Tears were flowing generously now, and snot ran across his lips and down his chin. I wiped his nose; he twisted his head trying to avoid the tissue.

"How long?" he sputtered.

"If you're a good boy, maybe next week." I hoisted him up so his eyes were almost even with mine. "If you're a bad little boy, I just might turn you into a bad little girl, and keep you tiny for a long, long time." I felt him tremble. "I have some cute little dresses you could wear."

"I'll be good, " he whispered faintly.

"I know you will." I kissed his forehead and I carried him from the room.


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