RELUCTANT PRESS

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

On the one hand I was being humiliated as a baby and on the other hand was being teased to a full erection by Mrs. Wales' strip show. Even with the diaper and plastic pants, my bulge was obvious. She got into bed next to me and I was grateful that I could at last pull the covers over me. And finally the damned bottle was empty!

I had expected to have a sleepless night what with all that had gone on and the fact that I was sleeping with one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. But I drifted off quickly and began to dream that I was floating in a warm pool surrounded by beautiful girls in skimpy bikinis. The warmth and wetness seemed so real. And real it was!

I was awakened the next morning by Mrs. Wales shaking me vigorously and telling me that my mother was waiting for me to go to work. I jumped out of bed and discovered that my diaper was soaking wet! (Some time later, Susie told me that her mother had put a sleeping pill in the bottle and also a diuretic!)

"What's the matter? Baby wet his diaper?" teased Mrs. Wales. "There's no time for a shower. Your mother said she has customers waiting for her. Lie down and I'll get your diaper off."

All this happened in a flurry with me not able to respond in any way. But I was able to see the four girls standing just inside the door witnessing my total humiliation!

Mrs. Wales quickly removed the pants, pins, and wet diaper and wiped me with a face cloth. She again sprinkled baby powder on me, "To hide the smell," and since I had not brought a change of underwear, slipped a pair of pink nylon panties on me.

As I hurried to get my clothes on she pulled the rollers out, bringing tears to my eyes as the brushes tugged on my hair. I ran down the stairs and out to the driveway where Mom was waiting anxiously in the car.

"Well! It's about time!" she said, backing out quickly and speeding up the street. "And whatever happened to your hair? Did the girls give you a perm?"

My hands went instinctively to my head to feel the jumble of tight curls. Damn! I had wanted to get up early to wash them out.

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