Date: Sun, 09 May 2010 13:34:52 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Baby Paulie (gay\adult youth, oral anal, b/M, m/MM)

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                                   Baby Paulie
                                       By
                                      Wolf

	To tell you what turned me into a diapered sissy-boy, I have to
tell you everything.  I was placed in the Catholic Children's Aid Society
of Toronto, Canada because I was an orphan.  I had no idea why I was
orphaned, or that I was even an orphan for several years.  (I often
wonder if my family had died or if my mother had given me up because
she was not married.)

	I thought the foster family that raised me was my real family for
years.  The family that took me in, turned out to be a couple that took in
foster children for the money they received for each child.  They had two
girls older than me.  The man I thought was my father worked for the
railroad and was rarely home.  The care of the three of us was left in the
hands of the woman I thought was my mother.

	I was being treated like I was a girl by the three females in the
house.  I was kept in diapers as punishment for being a boy.  I was
constantly being reminded that I should have been a girl.  I was taught to
despise the appendages' between my legs.

	I was treated as the baby sister to the other two girls.  I was
dressed as a girl in every way.  My hair was blonde and was styled like a
girl my age.  I was even sent to school as a girl.  My Mom told the school
that I was incontinent.  I had to wear diapers and Gerber plastic pants.  I
was embarrassed to be seen by classmates in plastic panties.  I avoided
playing on the jungle gym like the other girls.  The girls like to hang
upside down, showing off their panties.  Anytime someone saw the
plastic panties it would lead to embarrassing questions or ridicule.

	When I was nine-years-old I found out that I was an orphan, and
ran away.  Of course I was caught and put back in the CCAS system.
Within a year I was placed back in the hands of my foster family.  As
soon as I was under the control of the four of them I was back in my
diapers and Gerber plastic panties.  By that time I had been living a boy
for a year.  They had to put me in school as a boy this time.  I was not
allowed to use the toilet.  I had to relieve myself in the diaper.  When the
Dad was home he just called me a sissy queer.  He didn't want kids at
all.  All he was interested in was the money.

	It so happened that the next door neighbors were an old couple,
named Tom and Helen.  They were nice to me while I was growing up.
They only knew me as Pauline.  They thought I was a girl, until I showed
up dressed as a boy.  They knew I was always in diapers and plastic
panties.  They had been told the same story the school had been told.
The Helen used to give me cookies.  In return for their kindness I helped
them around the house.  I cleaned and cooked for them. In the fall I
raked leaves for them.  Eventually Helen died of natural causes.

	When my sisters reached the age of 18 they were removed from
the foster system and had moved on.  One of them lived close enough to
come around to help Mom continue my training.  About that time Helen
died.   I continued helping Tom around the house even more.  One such
morning he invited me over to have pop with him.

	While we were drinking our pop, he told me that he still had a lot
of his wife's clothes.  He offered to let me have them.  She was a nice
old woman but she always dressed like a little old lady.  Hell, I don't
think I ever saw her in more than four different dresses.  I was not all
that interested in old ladies clothes, but I had to be polite to him and
agreed to look at them.  When he showed me her closet and dresser
drawers, I was overwhelmed.  There was a collection of girls' clothes
that were for teenagers and a lot of clothes that looked like what whores
wear in Hollywood movies.  The lingerie in the dresser was a sight to
behold.  The labels included Victoria Secret, Fredrick's of Hollywood,
and Hanky Panky.  I was puzzled by the lingerie that were so out of
character for the woman I had known for years.

	Tom told me, "Helen and I were a little kinky in private.  We
liked to wear sex underwear in private."

	I could not picture Tom running around in sexy girls' panties, or
even Helen.  I had always assumed she would have those baggy granny
types of panties on.

	Tom said, "I would like to show you my panties!"

	I said, "Okay!" I was not sure what was going on.

	When he unfastened his pants and dropped them, I was shocked
to see that he had on delicate pink lacy panties.  I had seen my Mom and
sisters in such panties, but never expected to see a grown man in that
type of panties.

	Tom said, "I would like to see your panties too."

	I was reluctant to pull down my pants, because I would be
embarrassed to let him see that I had on plastic panties.  Tom was the one
that unfastened my pants.  His hands came in contact with the plastic
panties.  He stood there looking at my plastic panties.  He said, "I have
always thought you looked cute in those plastic panties.  Why does your
Mom still make you wear them?"

	I reluctantly told him, "Mom won't let me use the toilet like a big
girl.  I have to potty in my diaper.

	When I looked at the front of his panties, I thought he needed
plastic panties too, because the front of his panties was all wet.  His penis
was long and hard making his panties stretched until I could almost see it
through the thin fabric.

	Tom took down my plastic panties.  I had been wearing my
diaper most of the day, so it was warm.  When he removed the safety
pins and removed the diaper, he found out that I was a boy.  He played
with my young penis and tight little scrotum with his fingers.  He took
hold of my hand and placed it against the wet bulge in his panties.

	"Don't tell anyone about what we are doing!" he said.

	"I...promise!" I stammered.

	He pulled down the front of his panties.  When his long prick
sprang over the top I wrapped my hand around his cock.  All of his pubic
hair was shaved off.

	Tom demanded, "I want you to kiss my cock Paulie!"

	I was scared to do that.  Tom didn't press me to do that.  He put
my diaper and plastic panties back on me.  As he led me to the door he
told me, "Maybe you could be my baby girl too, if you want?"

	I went home and thought about what Tom was offering me.  He
had always treated me with kindness.  Mom always made me feel
ashamed of that thing between my legs.  When Tom touched it, it felt
good.  His prick had felt so warm, the soft lose skin covering his stiff
penis slid up and down very easily.  I liked the attention that Tom and
Helen had shown me.  I wished that they had been the ones to adopt me.
The thought of getting to play with Tom more and even try on some of
the sexy lingerie thrilled me.

	I would rush home from school and tell Mom I was going over to
help Tom next door.  We would talk about what we liked.  We both were
thrilled by the feeling of sexy lingerie on our bodies.  Then we would get
undressed.  I would put on some of those sexy panties.  He would sit in
his living-room chair and masturbate himself through his women's
panties while I sat on his lap.

We would kiss and feel each other's cocks through the panties until the
fronts of his panties would be wet from what he called pre-cum.  It
didn't take long for me to allow him to take down my panties and kiss
my dick.  When I let him kiss it he didn't just kiss it.  He started to suck
on it.  It felt better than anything that had happened to me before.  The
day finally came when I wanted to find out what his cock tasted like.

	I was sitting on his lap and we were kissing while we played with
each other's dicks.  I slipped out of his arms and went to the floor
between his legs.  He knew what I wanted, so he spread his legs and
pulled his panties down under his balls.  I took hold of his cock and
milked it until there was pre-cum appearing at the head before I licked it.
When I started sucking on it I found out that I liked it.  After I
swallowed his load of cum he had a surprise for me.

	He took me to the bedroom and placed me on top of a new
rubber sheet and tied my hands to the bed before he played with my
penis through my plastic pants.  He demanded that I tell him that I
wanted to be his baby girl, so that I could suck on Dad's soother
(pacifier).  I was so excited at the prospect that I asked, "Can I have my
soother now?"

	Tom straddled my chest and rubbed the head of his cock against
my lips until I opened my mouth.  I took all of his meat into my mouth
and sucked on it good and hard.  When he was about to cum he pulled it
out and squirted his cum all over my face.  Gee's what a load, I needed a
bath afterwards.  He unties me and took me to the bathroom where he
had me stand in the tub.  When he started washing me he put a finger up
my bum.  I got hard again.  Tom said, "You are a great baby!"  He
played with me while I was standing in the tub with a finger up my bum
until I had my first cum.  The clear liquid arched upwards before it fell
into the tub.  For weeks afterwards I was able to lay on my rubber sheets
at home and rub myself through my plastic panties and cum in my diaper,
just like Tom had cum on my face.

	When I told Tom about what I had been doing, he said, "I want
to watch you do it!"

	I was to do that for Tom for years.

	He slid his hand down inside the back of my plastic panties and
said, "It would be better if you suck me, while you rub yourself!"  With
that he stuck a finger up my bum.  Tom liked to watch me cum and when
I did he would cum almost every time with me.  He would dress me up
in one of those sexy dresses that he bought for Helen.  Other times he
would have me crawl around the house on my hands and knees, in the
sexy lingerie.  When we would get to the bathroom he would give me a
couple of enema.  At other times he wanted me to act like a real baby
girl.  He would feed me things like stewed prunes and maple syrup until
I would have to poop.  I would have to do it in my diaper.  Then Tom
would change me, just like I was a baby.  One of the things Tom did to
me was put a dildo up my bum and then he would put my diaper and
plastic panties back on me.  That way the dildo was held in place.

	I had also been selected to be an alter-boy because I was so
polite.  It was the practice of our priest to hear my confession before
mass.  I told him that I masturbated.  The priest told me that he wanted
to talk to me after mass.  After we finished mass we retreated to the
vestibule to remove my hassock.  While he was asking me questions he
unfastened my pants and found out I still had on plastic panties and a
diaper.  Under questioning he got me to tell him that I use plastic panties
and diapers while masturbating.  I admitted to wearing girls' panties
around the house.  I didn't tell him who Tom was, but I did tell him
about sucking an older man's cock while he stuck his finger up my bum.
When I finished admitting to all of the things I had done is when he
lifted his hassock to show me just how excited he was.  His black pants
were sticking out so much that it looked like the zipper was going to
come open.  While he held his hassock up I unzipped his pants and
pulled his cock out of his under shorts.  He had a lot of dark pubic hair
sticking out of his shorts along with a long uncut cock.  I took it into my
mouth and sucked him until he filled my mouth with warm cum.

	Over the year I served as his alert-boy he would have me stay
after mass and be his baby girl.  We sucked each other and jacked each
other off.  He allowed me to drink wine and gave me cigarettes.  He
loved to watch me stand in the shower in just my plastic panties and pee
in them.  He would play with me while I was trying to pee and tell me,
"GOD had sent me to him for training.  He always assured me that I was
being blessed when he would cum in my mouth.  He also told me that it
was my gift from GOD when he would squirt cum into my bum.

	One time I developed a diaper rash and Mom took me to the
doctor.  He wanted to know why I was still wearing a diaper.  I told him
in all innocence, "My Mom made me wear them and girls' clothes.  I was
a foster child.  If I wanted to live with her, I had to do as she told me
when I get home from school!"

	The doctor reported the abuse to Children's Aid.  They removed
me from the home.  They placed me in the hands of the uncle of a friend
when I was 16-years old.  After I told them all about the way I had been
raised they asked me to show them my plastic panties.  When I was
standing there in front of them in nothing but my plastic panties they
watched me masturbate.  The two of them got off sticking their cocks in
my mouth and bum at the same time.  When I turned 18 and was booted
out of the system I was lost for awhile.

	I struggled to find my place.  I worked at a number of jobs.  If
they required a lot of physical effort I didn't last long.  I tried to live a
normal lift.  I even found a girl that liked me until she found me wearing
her underwear.  I found another man that enjoyed my girlie side.  I play
the wife around the house unless there are guests.  When we are along I
dress in my girlie wardrobe with plastic panties.

	One of my sisters does come to Toronto to visit.  She gets a kick
out of watching me having sex with my husband.  She never misses
sending me pink birthday cards.

	Just writing my story gives me a hard-on, or maybe it is that big
black dildo up my ass.



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