Mommy finished applying my makeup and then glanced down at me.

It had been a good half an hour of sitting in front of a vanity mirror.

There I had sat in my bulky diaper, well behaved as always.

This was a game we played from time to time.

I had to sit still whilst mommy made me look pretty.

Whilst mommy had been putting on my make up I had been leaking slightly in my diapers.

.I had been pinching my thighs from time to time to keep me from moving or moaning or both.

Mommy was smirking.

Well, at least I thought she was.

It was hard to think too much when my only thoughts were of complete bliss and happiness.

The diapers I was wearing were truly amazing.

As well as this Mommy looked very pretty as well.

After all this time at the vanity mirror, I was starting to hope Mommy would finish soon.

For there was only so much of this I could take.

I think deep down inside both Mommy and I knew this.

“There you go, Alison, all pretty now!”

Mommy said in her delightful sing-song voice.

Mommy then went on to put the makeup brushes back into the drawer with the other.

I breathed a sigh of relief, that I was now fully made up.

I didn’t want the punishment that accompanied making sissy stickies, during makeup time no less!

Mommy turned the stool around so that I was facing the vanity mirror in the bedroom.

My jaw dropped like it always did when I had been made up.

As a male, I was never overly masculine.

Mommy had always had the knack of removing every trace of me being male when she got to work with her make-up brushes.

For Mommy was an artist at work, and I was her living canvas.

I was her living barbie doll in diapers.

Mommy leaned over my head, causing me to look upwards in the mirror.

She was as beautiful as ever.

Adorning her lovely flowery patterned house dress.

The dress that hugged her body.

Her long black hair run down the side of her lovely face.

As if she was in a Photograph frame.

Mommy’s beauty was now taking its toll on me.

So much so that I had to evert my eyes away from her immediately.

Quietly grimacing, I returned to the mirror to admire my own reflection.

Mommy did not make any signs that she had noticed my gazing.

“You look lovely, my baby doll”, said mommy.

I glow with pride as I am complimented.

“Your cheeks are so adorable with all that blush, and the eyeliner is really so catching!”, Mommy continued

“Come now, lets us finish dressing you, my little angel”.

Mommy walked over to the wardrobe and started to ruffle through an assortment of dresses, skirts, diaper covers, and all other prettu garments she had acquired for me.

Naturally, I knew far better than to sneak a peak whilst she was doing so.

After all, Mommy’s little angel gets no say in what they wear.

I just sat there, staring at my own reflection.

Puckering my lips in an almost hypnotic trance, I feel the stickiness of the lipstick at each pucker.

Mommy returned from the wardrobe, carrying in her arms a few articles of clothing.

“Stand up little Angel. Time to get dressed!”

I slowly slid off the stool, using all my effort to pull my gaze away from my reflection.

In mommy’s arms rested a frilly pink diaper cover, with lacy trim, a short pink flowery dress with a bright pink flared skirt.

I did wonder to myself if the skirt would cover my thick diapers.

However, it was not for me to wonder.

It was for me to wear what I was told to.

Along with the garments, mommy had selected were two pink hair ribbons, and a gigantic pink bonnet that may restrict my vision dramatically

Mommy held out the diaper cover in front of me.

“Legs in please, my little angel!”

I slowly put one of my legs through the diaper cover, and then the other leg.

Mommy slowly but surely pulled the cover-up over my thighs and over my diaper.

“Good Girl. Arms up baby!”

I held my arms over my head and felt the dress slowly descend over my body.

Some of my thoughts had been correct.

The bright pink flared skirts did not even come close to covering my thick diapers.

Thus they would put them on display to everyone in sight.

“Turn around Angel!” Mommy gently commanded.

Immediately I obeyed Mommy, turning my back to her and enjoying the wishing of my dress.

Within seconds my long brown hair was in pig-tails and the pink bonnet was being affixed atop my head.

My vision was hugely restricted, as expected.

Mommy reached down and took my hand. I looked up and smiled, excited as always and feeling cute and delicate.

Mommy started walking towards the stairs and I followed obediently.