Outside a young girl leaning back against the concrete bench at a bus stop while texting on a cell phone took a quick moment to bring it up and click a picture. She did that several times, had done it several times before that. Each moment in Josh’s transformation a picture had been taken.

Back at Langley Jack Diamond, Helen’s CIA contact, picked his phone up when it chimed as another picture appeared. He in turn typed in Helen’s phone number and forwarded the picture with his comment.

“Hazel’s Familiar is truly starting to look like a Familiar. Whatever you said to her seems to be working. I’m going to lunch. Stay well,” Jack typed before pressing off to Helen and then switching back to the girl just outside the beauty parlor as he typed, “go home and thanks.”

No one paid any attention to the young girl that dropped the skate board on the sidewalk and pushed off down the street.

Hazel’s phone buzzed. Hazel pulled it up, pressed her thumb and swiped right. It was Rose, her mother, but she was texting which read: “Congratulations. Your grandmother says the CIA just went to lunch. Jack at the agency says watching you two is getting boring.”

Hazel laughed and began typing back, “saw her. She’s been with us since this morning. She just left on a skate board. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Rose typed. Hazel felt a sudden constriction around her shoulders. It was soft, warm, constriction. It felt like a hug. It felt loving. Rose was typing again: “Your grandmother sent her love as well. bye.”

“Just felt it,” Hazel said shivering.

“Okay Josh, we’ve got to get you changed and then lets get something to eat,” Hazel said looking at the woman before adding, “may she use your restroom?”

“Yes, it’s through those beads and to the right,” the woman said.

Hazel handed Josh the diaper bag and said she’d watch the packages leaving Josh to go in and change himself. It would be the first time Josh changed his own diaper. Odd how nervous he felt suddenly taking the diaper bag from Hazel as he turned for the bead covered opening.

There was laughter, fading when he went into the spacious bathroom and closed the door. He sat the bag down and removed a disposable. He saw his face again, stopped doing anything to admire it, his hands as well, then lowered his new jeans before gathering his top to bring it up above his waist.

His diaper wasn’t nearly as sodden as he’d imagined. The effects of Hazel’s original push, that very first one, on him was diminishing or so it seemed as he tugged at the tapes to release the diaper. He stood there, feet slightly apart, jeans around his calf’s as he rolled the diaper within itself. There was a small bag for the dirty diaper and he disposed of it first.

He also filled the fresh diaper with baby powder. He decided even when, not if, but when he started wearing his panties, he’d continue using baby powder. He really loved the smell. He carefully opened and formed the diaper before shaping it. Josh cupped the diaper and eased it between his thighs with one hand while reaching behind with the other.

With the diaper set between his legs and in position he closed his legs together allowing it to cuddle his testicles. It was then that he also decided that even when he stopped actually needing diapers that he might still wear them, just because. It was something about the way they cuddled him he mused as he reached behind and tugged and caressed his bottom to the flaps before pulling them together with the front.

With the diaper securely between his legs and softly gathered around his privates he brought the left front under the left rear flap and pulled the tab protecting the tape. Even that soft tearing sound the Velcro made was becoming somewhat erotic as he did the right side before he redid the left. He ran both hands over his bottom, along the sides and then over the front – twice, before pulling his jeans up.

Josh washed his hands and was about to leave when he remembered the tube of lipstick he had in his pocket. He had guilt pangs bringing it out but an erection as well as he pulled the gold colored top free and twisted to watch the pink wax circle up. He did that twice watching the virgin tube rise and fall. There was a distant taste and smell as he slid the waxy pink over his lips before blotting. There were some moves strictly for girls he mused. He could never use a chapstick again and not think of lipstick.

Josh was about to put it away but moved closer to the sink and leaned to the mirror before bringing the lipstick up again. He pursed his lips out and slowly rubbed the waxy lipstick over them from right to left. He was leaning against the sink pressing his erection against his diaper, which pressed against his jeans that were pressing against the porcelain sink.

He stopped moving the lipstick and made a slow sliding motion to move the diaper a little as he blended his lips together. It was an incredible erotic sensation leaving him with the urge for an orgasm. That release was not far away as he pressed a little harder again moving the same way as he blotted gently against a folded tissue.

He pressed again against the sink, this time kissing at the image in the mirror, and immediately ejaculated into his diaper. The shock of it made him blush and look quickly back at the door in guilt. His sudden guilt made him hurry suddenly shoving the closed lipstick back into his pocket.

He didn’t look directly at Hazel when he returned which prompted her to ask if he was okay which made his face redden even more. She knew he’d been naughty just from the way he was acting and that high color on his cheeks. Josh, she mused, had satisfied himself over something that she’d have to discover on her own when she had the chance.

Everyone hugged and congratulated Josh before “she” and Hazel left.

“Thank you,” Josh said getting into the car for their trip to the restaurant.

“You’re welcome,” Hazel said not sure what she was being thanked for, but happy that Josh was happy. He was also very relaxed considering his condition when they left that morning. Most of that his confidence. He was very passable but clearly not completely so she wondered how he’d do under the scrutiny of people in so public a place. She dared to ask.

“So are you going to be okay going to the restaurant,” Hazel asked.

“Of course,” Josh said. “Why shouldn’t I be? Just keep pushing!”