Mommy will be home soon, sweetie’ ch3 (final)
November 24 2003
I'm a bit busy to give this story the bit of polishing it needs - sorry about a few slips here
Sally led Pattie into a changing booth in a clothing department’s to change Pattie's sagging
diaper. She continued shopping, buying Pattie some nice new things. There were a couple
of further instances that day of 'mistaken identity', with people thinking Pattie was a girl. It
didn't really worry Pat. He just giggled, felt complimented on being pretty, and the pair
Pattie was wet again by the time they reached home, and the game continued in earnest.
Instead of the t-shirt Pattie often wore over his diaper, Sally put him into one of her old
sun-dresses. Pattie laughed as he twirled in front of the mirror. He like the bright colors
and the patterns on the dress, and didn't mind the bulky diaper visible below the hem.
Girls had much nicer clothes than boys, he thought, and was pleased when Sally let him
keep it on. After all, there was nothing wrong with being pretty.
Christmas came and went. The pair spent it quietly together. Neither had any family within
three states, and Pattie naturally had spent the entire Christmas break as an infant. Pat
had a month's leave immediately after Christmas, and he filled his time between diaper
changes with pleasant activities such as playing with the toys he got from Santa, sleeping
and eating. His life was simple, predictable and pleasant. He rarely used words of more
than one syllable now, and anyway, found that Sally usually anticipated his simple
requirements before he had managed even those.
A few weeks after Christmas, Sally realised that Pattie had become genuinely bladder
incontinent, and was now diaper-dependent. Pat realised it too, and accepted Sally's advice
that he needed to be diapered all the time now even if they stopped the game. He had a
vague idea that Sally would give him back his toilet training when they did stop playing the
game, but for now, he was content to be changed whenever he needed it.
As for Sally, she loved having her sweet baby to look after, and reinforced his behaviour in
every way she could.
The only downside in this for Sally was that Pattie seemed to have forgotten what his
hairless little sexual organs were for. As far Sally’s body was concerned, he was only
interested in her breasts. She didn't mind this - her large brown teats got nearly as much
attention from Pattie as did the latex one on his pacifier, but she did miss their regular
bouts of old. To make up, she had discovered that it was very rewarding to masturbate in
front of Pattie, especially when he was dressed in his 'girlie things' as he called his much
loved sundresses and lace trimmed plastic pants. He would watch with mild interest the
movements of her hand, as long as there was nothing more engaging to distract his
attention, such as a toy or his blocks, and he would giggle when his wife moaned and
finally arched her back.
In addition to losing his interest in adult sex, Pattie had become childishly oblivious to
being naked, and had even followed Sally into the front garden on occasion, naked or
dressed only in a short t-shirt, standing in full public view, and absently-mindedly holding
his penis while Sally collected the letters or attended to the garden. As a result, Sally made
sure that Pattie always had his diaper on except when she was bathing him.
The first time Pattie soiled his diaper, he was very distressed. Sally had bought him some
new toys, and Pattie had messed accidentally in all the excitement of unwrapping them.
Prior to this, he had always told his mommy that he needed to ‘do poos’ and she had taken
him to the bathroom.
He had cried while Sally cleaned and changed him, reassuring him that it was not anything
to cry about, and that it was ok to mess his diaper, that every mommy expected it, and
that it was one of the reasons he wore a diaper.
Towards the end of the month's leave, Pattie had been sitting on the floor in what he had
begun thinking of as Sally's bedroom. He was waiting for his mommy to finish dressing so
that they could go to the mall. Sally had dressed Pattie in a puffy pair of stretch shorts,
socks and sandals, and a top with a big teddy bear on it.
Pattie was quite happy, and when he realised he was wet again, his only thought was that
now he would be changed before they left. Then he caught sight of his briefcase in the
bottom of the robe as Sally fetched a pair of her shoes.
Pat was suddenly clearly aware, for the first time in weeks, of his situation.
He looked up at Sally, who was at the dresser busy with her hair. He had watched her pull
her lacy adult panties, and her bra. She had adult genitals, and pubic hair, and she wore
adult clothes. She had a purse with credit cards in it, and she would be driving them to the
mall. She would be deciding what they did at the mall, and she would be speaking to
people in the shops there, while Pattie would be silently holding her hand, wearing his
diaper, t-shirt and stretch shorts, and with nothing in the little bag he carried but his
pacifier and a tiny teddy that he had begun taking everywhere with him. Sally would be
treating him like a toddler, and other people would follow her lead.. He even had Happy
Meals when they went to McDonalds. He began to cry, and gripping the end of the big
brass bed, he stood up.
He was really a grownup like Sally, he thought. He was really an adult like her. He had a
briefcase and he went to work with other grown-up people.
'Me not baby,' he said suddenly. 'Me...' He struggled for the word to describe his true
He let go of the bed and waddled forward a few steps. He wasn't used to walking without
holding onto something. For the last month he had crawled everywhere around the house,
and had always held Sally's hand when they were out. 'No baby,' he spluttered as he fell
forwards. The realisation that he could no longer walk by himself hit him hard.
'Oh, poor Pattie, what's the matter, baby?' asked Sally, turning towards him.
Sally bent down to her husband, whose gulps of shock had turned to tears, as they usually
did when he fell or hurt himself. She felt him soil his diaper as Sally held him to her and
Pattie was still sniffling after Sally had him cleaned up and comfortable in a new onesie.
Pattie sat on the floor, looking down at his padded crotch and fingering the triple snaps
between his legs. He looked up at her in silent desperation.
Sally led him gently back to the rug in the middle of the living area, where Pattie sat
among his toys. He stared ahead, chewing an old green plastic rabbit that had been a
favorite bath toy. Sally squatted in front of him and held both his hands. She looked at
him, and said quietly: 'Pattie, I rang your boss and he understands that you need a little rest.'
She felt for Pattie as the tears rose in his eyes.
'Mommy...' Pattie said. His mind wandered for a moment, and he caught sight of his blue duck.
'Duckie,' he said, pulling one hand from Sally's motherly grasp and picking up the duck.
'Quack, quack,' he said, looking uncertainly at Sally, waiting for her praise. They often
played a game in which Sally held up a toy animal and Pattie announced the noise the
'Pattie, you don't have to go back to work, darling, if you don't want to. Do you want to
stay here with me?' she said.
Pattie looked at his mommy as she stroked his long pigtails. He was thinking of what Sally
had said. Of course he wanted to stay with her. Why did she ask that? He wondered if she
was going to leave, and his tears flowed more freely.
'Mommy not go,' he said, clutching the front of her sweater.
'No baby, Mommy not go,' she said with a laugh. She removed his grip from her breast,
and felt the crotch of her baby's diaper. As she thought, he was filling it with warm pee as
he smiled happily at her.
Sally let the warmth spread right up and across baby's bulky crotch, and then laid him on
his back for a change.
Pattie had been at home for nearly a year when Sally decided to remove his body hair
permanently. The electrolysis took a long time, but Sally was very happy with the results.
The cosmetic surgeon, a woman whom Sally had known for years, shared Sally's outlook
regarding Pattie, and was glad of a male body on which to try out a few effects. By the end
of the treatment, Pattie was decidedly feminine in appearance. Sally took to referring to
her husband as a girl considering his usual attire and his newly softened features, and
decided to take up the cosmetic surgeons referral to a colleague who specialised in gender reassignment.
The first results were apparent within months. Pattie was beginning to thicken around the
hips, and her budding breasts were usually warmly held by a 34A bra. Her blonde hair fell
in curls around her pretty face with its full red lips and cute upturned nose, and the
operation on her larynx had given her a soft, high voice, while her Adam's apple had
Pattie seemed almost oblivious to the changes, although every now and then she shocked
Sally - as when, one morning after her bath, she looked at Sally with tears in her eyes,
and, looking down at the small breasts she held cupped in her hands, she told Sally in her
simple words that the other boys in the squash team would think she looked funny when
she went back to work. Then she added that her ‘pee pee was all little too’. Sally was not
sure what to reply, but hugged her darling husband until his tears subsided.
It took Sally some time to properly revive Pattie's spirit by distracting her with the promise
of nice new toys. But Pattie was right. Her breasts were prominent enough to require a top
in public, and her penis, now totally incapable of erection, was less than an inch long, only
as thick as a pencil, and drooped over the hairless, flattened reddish sacs which held her
bean-sized testicles close to her body. Pattie’s genitals were so soft now that Sally could
only find Patties gonads with difficulty. She also found that the lycra stretch of Pattie’s
smart one-piece swimsuit was sufficient to press what she did have between her legs into a
gentle mound at the bottom of her cute little round tummy. At the beach, where Sally
usually dispensed with his diaper, Pattie had no problem passing for a pretty, but
somewhat simple, young girl.
By the time Pattie's breasts had reached 34B, Sally’s friend the gender reassignment
specialist recommended that it would be best to bring the appearance of Pattie's genitals
into line with her general physical appearance. After some reflection, Sally agreed to this
step, and so, three years after Pat had wet his first, makeshift adult diaper, Sally was able
to look down on her baby's little pink mound as she changed her. Sally appreciated the
way the new shape was easier to wipe clean, and despite Pattie tearfully asking her if he
would 'get his pee pee back one day', to which Sally replied with a reassuring hug, the
little one seemed to accept this change as she had the others.
When Pattie christened her new Barbie doll 'Pattie' after herself, Sally celebrated with a
long, candle-lit, champagne-fuelled session of masturbation, while her sweet, simple
daughter sat before her in a wet diaper, giggling behind her pacifier as usual and playing
shyly with one of her pigtails.
Pattie delivered the surprising epilogue to her journey into feminine childhood a few
moments after Sally had orgasmed for the third time.
Sally sat back, catching her breath after bringing herself to another wonderful orgasm, and
was interested to see Pattie’s eyes meet her own, with a look of unusual awareness.
'Sally, thank you for what you have done for me - I am the happiest little girl there has
ever been, and you are the most wonderful wife and mommy in the world, and I love you
with all my heart.'
They were the last complete sentences Pattie ever spoke.