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	He had been writing in his journal for almost a year. Though it was online, it was for Her eyes only. The woman who stole his heart, the one who had placed a collar around his neck and had taken over his every waking thought and had consumed dreams his while he dreamt. Mistress Bethany. Mutual friends had introduced them and it had seemed like they had known each other forever. That was just over two years ago. They had had their ups and downs like every other couple, but there were more ups than downs and the ups were so high that he had thought he was going to reach past the stars. Mistress Bethany had decided that he should start keeping a journal for her to read after one of their down patches. He had had a problem with an aspect of where their play was going and instead of talking about it he had gone into a sulk. This had brought out other problems. What was a silly little problem that could have been sorted out with a simple chat had almost split them apart. The journal was Mistress Bethany’s way of giving him a way of telling her all his feelings, good or bad. She still encouraged him to talk to her and he was getting much better at this especially as he could introduce a topic via the journal that Mistress Bethany could bring up at their next meeting. They met up every other Friday night and said good-bye on a Sunday evening. It was not ideal but they both had commitments that meant they lived the other side of the country to each other. Bethany had elderly parents that she would not move away from; she also had a good job which she enjoyed, and a large social network around her. She had worked at this for many years and the thought of moving over 200 miles to start again did not appeal to her. He had two children which he saw every other weekend. He had a good relationship with his ex wife and often his kids came around for an evening during the week or he would take them to the pictures during the week. Like his Mistress he also had a good job he loved but he would have given this up for her. He would not move away from his kids though, not yet, not until they were of the age where seeing dad was not quite so important. So they ran up huge phone bills before finding out how to chat over the Internet. They had also found it exciting leaving little text messages for each other and sending long emails. Their situation was not perfect, but it was good and they made sure they made the most of every minute they spent together. Mistress Bethany looked forward each evening to reading Glen’s journal. She had ordered him to start keeping it for her to read as a way of making him open up his thoughts to her. She now loved the way he talked to her via the journal. It was often very intimate with Glen opening up to his most secret fantasies or showing some of the demons we all have within us. Initially she had thought it would only last for a few months until they were able to get over the silly patch they had gone though. However now she enjoyed it so much she never wanted to stop reading what was in her submissive mind. It had started up new areas of play that Beth had not even thought about before. He had talked in his journal about forced cross dressing. This was something that Beth had never done before. She had had a submissive in the past that had enjoyed cross dressing and Beth had encouraged it, enjoying that side of his personality, but enforced cross dressing as a form of humiliation she had never contemplated. She had started to introduce aspects of this during their separation. She had bought him a sexy nightdress and told him he was to wear it to bed every night. When he complained and tried to get out of the every night bit, by saying it would need washing, Mistress Bethany told him to go into M&S and buy another one identical. She had then ordered him to buy ladies knickers and to wear them for work. Again he had grumbled but had agreed to do as ordered. Beth had enjoyed the journal entries after each of these steps. She knew that Glen would be ready to take this a little bit further. The weekends they were together they would often go to a BDSM club or even to the Fetish Market depending on the date. Mistress Bethany had many friends and in the two years they had been together Glen had become one of the crowd. It was about six months ago that Mistress Bethany had taken Glen shopping on the Saturday afternoon all ready for their night at the club. Glen loved to shop with his Mistress, he loved to carry her bags and though she never asked for nor expected gifts he loved to step in and pay for certain items. He was always careful not to overstep the mark. He knew his Mistress was an independent woman and though she was happy to receive gifts, she would not allow him to spend more than she thought appropriate. He loved to open the door and then to walk respectfully behind her. He loved the eye contact between them. He loved the way she would linger in lingerie departments or leave him standing way to long outside the woman’s changing rooms holding her handbag and coat They would have lunch in a restaurant or a little pub they were fond of. She would sit like a Goddess while he would buy the drinks and do anything else that she felt was appropriate. He loved the power her presence had. She was not a tall woman but every eye would go to her as she entered a room. She had dark hair that she wore in a short bob, her brown eyes shone and her hour glass figure would be bursting from her clothes. She did not dress like a tart but more like a school mistress or a secretary, yet her breasts never seemed to have enough room and her hips would move in ways that should not be permitted especially when you are a submissive and expected to walk behind her. On that particular Saturday afternoon shopping things had all been a bit different. Mistress Bethany started holding up different items of ladies clothing up against Glen. At first Glen had thought this to be fun and slightly humiliating as other shoppers would give them sideways looks. It was only when Mistress Bethany handed Glen a skirt and top and told him he was too buy them did things start to click in Glens mind. She had told him that she had something special planned at the club that night and now Glen was getting the idea. Next there were woman’s underclothes. The knickers were easy; Glen had bought knickers before and knew what size to buy. It was when he was told to choose a bra he started to get flustered. He had no idea of size. Mistress Bethany told him to go ask the assistant for the loan of her tape measure and when the assistant came back with him asking if she needed help with sizing Mistress Bethany did not bat an eyelid and asked the assistant to measure Glen’s chest. Glen had stood red faced and almost dying with embarrassment as the assistant measured him. He was so impressed by the way the assistant did it, as if it was the most normal thing to measure a mans chest in the middle of a lingerie section. After thanking the assistant for her help Mistress had chosen two bras for Glen to purchase along with the knickers he had already chosen. She sent him to the counter with the assistant who had helped them and stood back and enjoyed the red cheeks on Glen and the giggles of the assistants as he walked away. That evening Glen had been transformed. His legs and chest waxed. An interesting experience made all the better as he had been tied to the bed while is happened. His eyebrows plucked, not too much but just “tidied up” as Mistress Bethany put it. Mistress had carefully applied makeup to his face and then produced a lovely, long, curly blonde wig. It felt so soft and Glen was surprised at just how easy Mistress had managed to get the wig to fit so well onto him. Next the underclothes. The bra fitted around his chest but the cups were empty. Not for long, Beth produced some strange jelly like bags that she placed into the bra filling the cups and giving Glen a bust. Hold up stockings were given to Glen to put on and then the skirt and blouse he had bought in the day turned Glen into Glenda. Mistress Bethany had been very pleased with the result and Glen was shocked at just how good his Mistress had been at dressing a man as a woman. It was only some time later did Glen find out about her old sub being a cross dresser. Glen had enjoyed the experience of dressing up for his Mistress but when he realised she was serious about him going to the club that was when the butterflies started tap dancing in his stomach. That was six months ago now and he had dressed the part of Glenda many times. Each time his confidence grew and each time he enjoyed the reaction others had towards him. Glen loved role-play. It was one of the things that both Beth and Glen had ticked as very interested in when they had filled in an on-line questionnaire on a BDSM site. Glenda was now very much one of his role-play characters. Mistress Bethany was always very girly girly with him when he was Glenda, talking about clothes and make up. If in female company she often turned the conversation to women’s problems and Glen would blush as they would talk more and more intimate about being a woman. Glenda was encouraged to join in and did so stumbling over his words as he had little idea of much of what they talked. Mistress Bethany also played differently with Glenda. Glenda’s knickers were always left on. They would be pulled down at the back to reveal her bottom or a thong would be worn but Glen’s genitals was very much not included in any play or sex during these times. Mistress Bethany would snog Glenda long and passionately, something that was very limited to Glen as her man. Once play got going she would flog or cane Glenda as savagely as she would Glen but the aftercare was so gentle that Glenda had often ended up in tears. Beth always looked after her submissives after play, but somehow when Glen was Glenda it all felt so much gentler, maybe it was Glens mind set that had changed. Glen was also a naughty puppy at times. This was always fun but the first role play they tried together was schoolroom play. Glen had a school uniform when they had first met and Beth just oozed school Ma’am. When they would dress in character, Beth would wear a long tight fitted pencil line skirt in dark grey pinstripe. A long split up the back would show the tan tights she would wear, never stockings as a school Ma’am. She wore a crisp white blouse with a high collar and over the top a waist cincher in pinstripe grey to match her skirt. This pulled in her waist, emphasising her ample breasts and curvaceous hips. Her hair would be taken back behind her ears and she wore a pair of small glasses, which she looked over the top of most of the time. But it was her shoes. Glen never thought he could be turned on by plain, black, flat, sensible shoes, but when they were on his School Ma’ams feet he would turn to jelly just seeing them. They had fun with school room role play. Sometimes they would have friends around for the evening who were also into the same role play and Glen would always end up caned and both on his hands and bottom. He would spend time in the corner but sometimes if he was good he was allowed to sit at Mistresses feet while she read to him. By those wonderful, sensible shoes. He would dream of one day being allowed to worship them. This was something he had put in his journal hoping that his Mistress would pick up on and allow him to do, but to date she had never granted him his wish. Beth re-read Glens latest journal entry. Glen would sometimes just talk about his day, what he had done or his feelings Other times he would go into his fantasies or hint at things he would enjoy. Some journal entries were more of him worshiping his Mistress from afar. However, tonight’s journal entry had been one of musing over a topic. Normally Beth really liked these sort of journal entries as she would get a real insight into what he thought. This evening, however the topic he had chosen to write about she found she was not so happy about. Glen had written about cross-dressing. Something he had written about several times. When he had first talked bout it, it had always been forced cross-dressing and he had made it very plain that it had been the humiliating part of it that had given him the biggest thrill. Over time however Glen had got over the humiliation and had started to look forward to Glenda coming out to play. He had written about the last shopping trip they had had for clothes for Glenda and how he had been made to try on a woman’s jacket in the middle of the shop. Glen had wrote in his journal that it was in no way humiliating and that he felt that his Mistress was more embarrassed about them doing this sort of thing than he was. Beth was at first angry about what he had written. She had explained to him many times that she did not like including innocent members of the public in their BDSM play. She would do small things that could if pushed be put down to fancy dress or a bit of fun, but would never take it any further than that. She sat looking at the screen. So he wanted humiliation. As the edge of her anger reduced she laughed out loud to herself. “You manipulative little so and so Glen subbie boy”. You want more humiliation you will get it. Beth had seen through it. He was asking for the game to move on. Something Beth was only too happy to go along with. She just wondered if Glen would be so happy next weekend when they went to the Fetish Market and the play party afterwards. Beth had gone shopping in her lunch break the next day. She knew exactly what she wanted and where to buy it. She had had the idea for sometime but had not given her subbie boy the slightest indication of her latest role-play idea. That evening she was busy working on her plan when Glen phoned. Glen was excited and all his chatter was about going to the fetish market on the Saturday coming. It was not the regular one but a once a year special. It had workshops and demonstrations. They had been the previous year and had had a wonderful time. Beth relaxed back in her chair listening to his news of the day with snippets of how much he loved her mixed in. Eventually he ran out of steam and Mistress Bethany calmly asked had he thought about what to wear at the weekend. Glen was off again. He seemed to go through his entire fetish wardrobe in the space of five minutes. Mistress Bethany could not keep her composure any longer she burst out laughing. Glen, realising just how excitable he was, laughed along with her. “Well my boy” Mistress Bethany started “I have decided that you should be in character for the whole of Saturday” ”Oh yes” Glen started to paint pictures in his mind of all his different characters “ I had thought of going Military” he blurted out. Glen looked wonderful in Military clothes and Beth had to admit watching him dressed in his RAF uniform was good on her eyes. She also had a RAF uniform and they did look good together, but this was not what she had in mind. ”Your not subbie enough in Military” Beth told him very matter of a fact. Glen was just about to start giving her other ideas but Beth stopped him “you will wear what I tell you to wear and you will act like I tell you to act wont you my boy” Glen loved it when she put her foot down. He loved it when she gave him no option but to do as she told. “Yes Mistress Bethany, I will do as you say.” His voice had fallen clam and there was a comfortable silence between them before Beth started up the conversation once more talking about anything and nothing in general, the way conversations go between two people who are just so right together. For the rest of the week Glen had tried to pry some hints from his Mistress via his journal and on the phone. Eventually Mistress Beth had put her foot down and told him anymore and he would be up for a punishment. Glen loved play but did not enjoy punishments. They were cold and he knew that he had displeased his Mistress and so would do anything to avoid being in that situation. However this had not stopped him from turning it over in his mind. He had thought of school boy. He had hoped it would be that. He enjoyed the fun and loved to see his Mistress Bethany as School Ma’am Bethany. He loved calling her Ma’am rather than Mistress, he loved watching her move in those wonderful clothes but best of all he loved those sensible shoes. The thought of spending the whole day following her around in short pants and a cap was delightful. He then thought of his rubber clothes. He loved the feel of them. They were not really character role play clothes but she may mean he is to be her rubber slave for the day. Glens mind raced on. Or may be he is to dress as a leather biker. It was something they had done when going out in a non BDSM way. He had enjoyed the strength of the clothes but that was not really subbie and Mistress Bethany had said subbie. Puppy was out as they did not have any real puppy clothes just a collar and a lead. Oh no! She would not take him out just like that, would she? The thought set his pulse racing and his cheeks blushing red. Glen had rather hoped he would be Glenda. He was really enjoying this part of himself and knew that his Mistress also enjoyed it. The week flew past and each day Glen convinced himself he had decided what his Mistress had decided for him to wear. Beth on the other hand had been busy. There was a lot of work in what she had in mind and like anything Beth did it had to be done to the very best it could be done. She was a stickler for detail. Glen arrived on the Friday night. They had a wonderful evening together with some light play, a meal and then watching a film while Glen massaged his Mistresses feet. Glen was up early the next morning taking his Mistress breakfast in bed. He prepared her scrambled eggs with bacon, fresh orange juice and a very large cup of coffee. As she ate he ran her a bath and cleaned up the kitchen. After Mistress had bathed Glen was told he was to make sure he had no body hair and he was to hurry up as they were short on time. No body hair? Glens mind raced. Its Glenda he was sure of it, but then again if he was to wear rubber Mistress would normally say no body hair. Glen heard his Mistress telling him to hurry up so he set to work at preparing himself for what ever she had in mind. As Glen left the bathroom naked except for a towel around his waist he saw his beautiful Mistress standing at the bedroom door. She had somehow pulled her hair back into a bun. He had never seen her like this before and it took his breath away. He had not realised it was long enough to do this. He could not tell if she was wearing anything under her dressing gown. However her make up today was very understated, just a little powder and lipstick. If he were to be Glenda then Mistress would normally dress quite tarty with red lipstick, corsets and very high stilettos. Glen stopped himself thinking of his Mistress dressed that way. He would only be in trouble for having a hard on. “You can get that down my boy” Her voice was harsh and Glen realised his penis was sticking out of the towel revealing his desires. Mistress Bethany indicated for Glen to come into her bedroom. As he did so he was met with the most over the top, frilly, pink, sticky out party dress he had ever seen. “Well Poppy, your Auntie Beth has made you a nice party dress to wear to the party today. Isn’t that nice of me” Glen stood his mouth wide open and his erection shriveled to nothing. “Come on now Poppy” Mistress Bethany pulled at his arm pulling him closer to the monstrosity of a pink fluff ball of a dress. “You can not be serious” He heard the words come out of his mouth but his mind was racing as to how he could get out of wearing this pink thing handing on his Mistresses wardrobe door. “Oh my boy I am” Mistress Bethany put on her most serious of all voices leaving Glen with no doubt that she meant every word she said. “you said you wanted forced cross dressing, you said you wanted humiliation, well my boy today you are Poppy my five year old niece. And you will behave appropriately at the market and the party after. Are you listening to me” Glen felt his stomach turning cartwheels, his face flushed, his eyes glazed over. He felt weak at the thought of what he was being told to do. He looked at her with pleading eyes. He shook his head slightly. Not in a defiant way more in desperation. “You want to go out with me?” she asked him very directly “Yes Mistress” “Then you do as you are told” Mistress Bethany picked up a white cotton full length underskirt she had made him. It had rows of white netting all around the bottom of it. She slipped it over his head and Glen automatically put his arms through the armholes. “Let me see” Mistress Bethanys voice had changed just ever so slightly. She now spoke just an octave higher and with love and kindness. She had changed into Auntie Beth and she now expected Glen to be Poppy. “Yes Poppy, that’s a good fit. We are going to have so much fun today aren’t we?” Glen did not answer and Auntie Beth did not wait for one. She picked up a pair of plain white big knickers onto which she had sewn rows of pink lace. “Come on Poppy, step into your knickers” Glen was reluctant and did not move. “Ok if you don’t want to be Poppy who is five years old and wears nice frilly knickers you can be Susie, who is two and wears nappies. Its up to you but that is the only option you are getting” It was most defiantly Mistress Bethany speaking to him and Glen knew he either submitted to the humiliation of being a five year old girl or be sent home. Glen stepped into the frilly knickers and became Poppy for the day. Once Poppy was fully dressed Auntie Beth stood her in front of a full length mirror. ”Look how pretty you are” Beth was please with the result. She had the fit almost perfect. She would have liked the dress a little shorter to show off the knickers but that was only a small point. The dress stuck out over the net underskirt. The bows and lace making it sickly sweet. Beth was pleased that she had changed her mind at the last moment and made it long sleeves with pretty lace frilled around the cuffs as it covered up his muscular arms. Beth had a used Glenda’s wig but had re styled it into ringlets and used big pink bows to tie them up into pigtails. The hardest part had been the shoes. She had spent hours looking for white or pink shoes in a size nine. She had found them in a bridal shop and had cost her a small fortune, but had been worth it. They were white satin flat shoes. Glen could not believe what he looked like. It looked like an explosion had gone off in a Barbie factory and he was the result. All pink and lace and bows and look at Glenda’s wig. Glen’s cheeks blushed bright red. He did not feel at all happy in what he was wearing and he could not believe that his Mistress was really going to take him to the Fetish Market dressed this way. That was it, Glens mind started to work. She had done this as some sort of a test to see if he would and she would tell him to get changed just before they left. “Ok Poppy you go and wait for Auntie in the living room, you can put the television on if you want to, go on now there’s a good girl. Auntie needs to get dressed to”. Glen left the room and walked sulkily down the stairs. He did not like this at all. He felt stupid. He had never felt like this when doing any of his previous cross dressing, he did not feel this way when he was school boy. It was the pink, it was the frills, it was just not him. He sat on the edge of the sofa not daring to think any further ahead than that exact moment. Auntie Beth walked into the room. She was wearing a plain green tweed suit with a white blouse underneath it. Tan tights and very sensible shoes and a big handbag. What should have looked like an old woman’s clothes, on Bethany’s curvaceous body just oozed sex. Glen so wanted to fall at her feet and worship those sensible shoes but he was riveted to the spot. Seeing his Mistress dressed the part of Auntie Beth brought home the fact that he was to be Poppy for the day. “Come along now pet” Auntie Beth’s voice was sing-song in tone. “I have packed some spare panties just in case you have an accident. Now come on slow coach we have to get a move along” Poppy stood up off the sofa her cheeks blushed red with embarrassment. His eyes pleaded with his Mistress but it was Auntie who looked back at him. Stopping Poppy in the hallway Auntie got out some make up and put a little rogue on his cheeks, a little powder on his nose and a little lip gloss on his lips. “There you are Poppy, all grown up. Now no telling your mummy I let you wear make-up now.” Glen was so happy that Bethany’s house was not overlooked and even so he could not get into the car fast enough. He pulled the blanket off the back seat and put it over himself up high under his chin. Beth got into the drivers seat. Looking over at Glen she smiled. Was she asking too much of him this time? “Seat belt Poppy, come on now girl, stop day dreaming” Glen fumbled with the seatbelt over the over full skirts of Poppy’s dress and then the tartan blanket whet back high under his chin. “That’s it Poppy you keep nice and warm, it’s only a short drive” Glen was so glad it was only a short drive. He turned his head away from the window hoping that anyone looking in would only see blonde hair and the blanket. He had forgotten about the bright pink bows. Bethany enjoyed every moment of the journey. Anyone outside of the BSDM world would have seen Glen as a silly fancy dress prank and nothing more. It was only what was going on inside Glens head that was making it all to much for him to face. It was the thought that everyone would know he was wearing frilly knickers and that his Auntie had a change of knickers in case he wet them and only in his mind did he realise that he was turning into the little girl that his Mistress wanted for the day. The car park was in the basement of the building were the fetish market took place. Glen let out a sigh of relief as they turned into it. This was short lived as the pangs of humiliation took over as he realised that he would have to face all his friends and many more strangers not only dressed as Poppy, but in character. Auntie Beth opened Poppy’s door and took her hand as she got out of the car. “Stand there and don’t move” she told Poppy. “There are lots of cars around here and we don’t want you getting ran over now do we?” Poppy shook her head shyly. Glen wanted to please his Mistress and so he was going to try. Auntie Beth took Poppy’s hand and started to walk towards the door of the event when a group of people started coming form the other direction. Glen tensed up and Beth could feel it in his hand. The other group of three women and two men all dressed in different leather outfits reached the door at the same time as they did. There was a giggle from one of the woman and straight away Beth picked up on it. “Say hello to the nice lady Poppy” “Hello Miss” Glen found a little voice somewhere inside and it came out sweetly with a slight lisp. The lady stopped and looked at Poppy “Oh hello there, you’re very pretty. What’s your name?” Beth was loving this. She could feel Glen wanting the floor to open up and swallow him and she was also aware of the mixture of amusement and amazement from the leather dressed group. “I’m Poppy” Glen said as they all moved inside the building. The commotion of payments and the hustle and bustle of getting into the event took over and the leather dressed people disappeared into the crowd much to Glen’s relief. Both Beth and Glen were only too aware of the many people within the BDSM community who did not understand age play. Many did not understand gender play and so mixing the two would be very interesting. Maybe this was part of what had given Beth the idea in the first place, she had always been one for pushing the boundaries and exploring places others may not be happy to go. They had only taken a few steps into the main area when they heard a familiar voice. ”Beth, Beth we are over here” It was Mistress Carol on of their best friends. She was also very much into Schoolroom play and along with her sub Simon they had spent many an enjoyable evening. Beth took Poppy by the hand and walked over to where Carol and Simon were sitting. They were with another couple who were also friends of theirs, Master Darren and his submissive Judith. “Oh Beth, you said your sister was going into hospital for a few days.” Carol turned to Glen and continued, “So you must be Poppy” Carol had been told in advance. Glen wanted to say how unfair it was that others knew. He felt so humiliated; he felt tears stinging his eyes and he had to fight them back as Simon, normally his comrade in the schoolroom decided to speak up. Simon was dressed as a schoolboy his favourite character. “Miss, Miss I don’t want that girl sitting next to me, she smells” Simons voice seemed to echo around the busy market. Glen wanted to voice his feelings, he wanted them to know he was not happy with the situation and he was not comfortable in his new role. He was finding it harder and harder to keep in character. Glen took a deep breath and without realising it he had stuck out his bottom lip, something he did when a naughty school boy. Beth realised how Glen was feeling and stepped in. “Poppy, ignore that bad boy, you sit down here” She picked up a cushion off one of the sofas and placed it on the floor and then sat on the sofa. Glen did not have to be told twice he was sitting on the cushion at his Mistresses feet in a flash. The pink frills falling around him, his pigtails bobbing but somehow that all melted away as he got close to his Mistresses feet, her wonderful feet encased in sensible shoes. Everyone started chattering, small talk mostly but Carol did bring out and show Beth a new flogger she had bought. Glen sat quietly, thinking of his Mistresses feet and everyone and everything seem to melt away, He relaxed and felt calm once more. Beth straightened her back and turned to Poppy. “Let’s go look at the nice stalls. Maybe we can buy you something nice” Glen stood up and smiled. He wanted to be in character for his Mistress but was still struggling. “You like presents don’t you” Beth’s chatter was to encourage Glen to get into character and to take part in the roleplay, to be humiliated and to submit to being her little niece Poppy. “Yes Auntie Beth, I love pressies” Poppy’s sweet little voice came from under her down cast eyes, her ringlets falling about her face. “I like pressies too” Simons voice echoed once more around the Market. ”You will get something in a minute my lad and it won’t be a pressie” Carol cut him off before he could go any further. Taking Poppy by the hand Auntie Beth led her around the market. As they approached a particular busy area they met up with more friends. There were the usual greetings and lots of ohhs and ahhs over Auntie Beth’s sweet little niece. Beth making use of the audience of friends, turned to Poppy, making sure all could hear her. “Its very busy here, I don’t want you getting lost. Now stand still one minute” Beth dived into her over large bag and produced a pair of home made baby reins., fitting them on over Poppy’s dress, under her arms and over her shoulders. Glen automatically allowed his Mistress to humiliate him further, his cheeks blushed. His normally quick wit and mischievous chatter as a schoolboy just did not come today. He blushed and lowered his eyes. “She is really shy and so cute” One of their friends commented. “She really is a shy one” Beth answered and continued “but you get her on her own and she is chatter chatter chatter, aren’t you? You really are a chatter box” Everyone’s eyes went to Poppy waiting for the answer. Poppy held her head even lower and whispered “yes” Everyone laughed. Instead of the anger and frustration, he had felt earlier when Simon had poked fun at him, he now felt strangely coy and found he was enjoying being the centre of attention in a strange way. Auntie Beth now had Poppy on a pair of reins as they continued looking around the indoor fetish market. Poppy started to look around and to her delight found that more and more people were looking at her. Glen had always enjoyed attention and somehow by getting the attention while in such a humiliating role only added to the excitement that was now starting to build up in him. He started to shyly smile back at people and when stallholders and others said hello, he would give them a big smile and say hello back. Beth encouraged all this behaviour by telling him to tell the nice lady or man what her name was and how old she was. It was when Auntie Beth took Poppy towards an Adult Baby stall did Glens newfound confidence really faulter. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes filled with fear. Auntie Beth turned and looked at him. The fear in his eyes turned to pleading. “You want a nice pressie don’t you?” Auntie Beth’s voice was filled with amusement yet her total domination of her sub was very much in her eyes. Glen took a deep breath. His mind swam with everything that was wrong with making him dress so humiliatingly and yet he was drowning in the wonderful sensation of total submission. He was dressed this way for one reason and one reason only, because his Mistress had ordered him to. He had not only been ordered to dress this way but also to be the character. Allowing the submission to take over from the humiliation and the urge to run and hide. He smiled sweetly and Poppy lifted her hand and played with her hair. “There are lots of strangers there, I don’t know” Her little voice was full of all of Glens apprehensions. “Oh my poor pet, here hold my hand” Auntie Beth took Poppy by the hand and led her over to the Adult Baby stall. There was an adult baby-sitting behind the stall dressed in full romper suit he was sucking on a dummy and holding a teddy bear. The stallholder seeing Poppy approach smiled broadly. She was a small lady in her forties. “Hello there little girl what’s your name?” she asked “I’m Poppy and I am five years old and I don’t wear nappies” Poppy had seen the wide range of Adult size nappies and did not like the idea of them at all. The stallholder and Beth both laughed. ”I can see you are a big girl” The stallholder said, not patronising in anyway but keeping with Poppy’s character. “Is this your mummy?” She asked “No this is my Auntie Beth. Mummy is in ospital” Poppy was finding her confidence one more with the nice lady. “Is that your baby” Beth asked nodding in the direction of the adult baby boy. “Yes that’s William, he is only two” then turning to Poppy she added “He is still in nappy’s not all grown up like you” Poppy smiled and looked over at the baby boy, who took out his dummy and while the ladies chatted, stuck out his tongue to Poppy. Poppy, gaining in confidence all the time stuck her tongue out right back at him. Unfortunatly Auntie Beth caught her. “Poppy, you naughty girl. That is so rude and to such a small baby boy” She pulled Poppy close to her and bending down slapped her bare thigh several times. “He did it first” She protested keeping totally in character her eyes filling with tears and her lip sticking out. “Yes I have no doubt he did” The stallholder said “And he will have a good spanking when its nappy change time” “You still should not have done it back Poppy, you are the big girl here” The two women swapped amused looks and Poppy settled into a sulk at the side of her Auntie and the baby boy sucked harder on his dummy. At the afternoon wore on Poppy started to enjoy herself. She found the attention from strangers the most pleasing. There were the odd strange look as well as some disgusted ones, but Glen kept in character, revelling in his Aunties attention. Poppy’s nature started to form. She was shy but sweet but had a little bit of a cheeky side when Auntie was not looking. Auntie had bought Poppy some short socks with frilly lace around the top from the Adult Baby stall and Poppy carried the little bag around like it was her most prized possession but it was when they met up with Carol and Simon that Poppy got a wonderful surprise. “Simon say you are sorry to Poppy for being mean” Carols voice was stern and Simon moved close to Poppy putting on a bashful boy stance. “I’m sorry Poppy” he said in his best little boy voice. Poppy wanted to stick out her tongue but instead just looked shy. “Give her her present then” Carols voice coaxed Simon. Simon handed Poppy a carrier bag. Poppy looked in and pulled out a white stuffed dog. A smile lit up her face. “I’ll call it fluffy. Thank you.” Poppy smiled at Simon and then gave Carol a big smile also. Glen was now feeling more comfortable and knowing his friends had been in on the secret now seemed the right thing. They had been given the time to get used to the idea of seeing Glen dressed in a frilly pink dress and taking on the role of a five year old girl. “You can be my friend, If you like” Simon said in a sulky boy way. “Yes it’s a good idea if you two make friends” Said Auntie, “As it looks like you will both be going to the same school next week” Carol and Beth gave each other a knowing look, they had something planned. “Talking of school, I told your mummy I would get your school uniform. So we better get a move on as there is a stall here that does school uniforms in your size Poppy my sweet little girl” By the time Poppy arrived back at Auntie Beth’s house to get ready for the evening party in the dungeon, she was laden with bags. White school blouses, school skirts and a cardigan, long white socks and big navy blue knickers. Poppy had a new satchel and best of all sensible flat shoes just like what Auntie wore. Poppy had sat upright in the car on the journey home no longer wanting to hide. The humiliation was still there but it was now the delicious feeling of submission that overwhelmed Glen. “Well you have done really well, I am very proud of you today” Mistress Beth smiled at her boy dressed in a frilly pink dress. “Thank you Mistress” Glen answered his eyes, lowered with respect for his Mistress. “I think Poppy can have an early night tonight. Fluffy can baby sit her. I want a smart RAF Officer to take me to the party tonight.” Glens face lit up his eyes smiling with love for this woman who knew him so well. She had pushed him to his limits today and he has enjoyed it in a way he had never thought possible. As he hung up the party dress and frilly knickers he felt grateful not having to go to the club that night dressed that way, but he was happy knowing that his Mistress had plans for Poppy.

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