It felt so Good.
Tarquin had no idea whatsoever how good wearing a diaper would make him feel/
Margaret was so beautiful and kind.
She smiled at him as she slid the white rhumba tights with five rows of red lace on the rear over his plastic panties and thick diapers!
Next she had him sit up and slid the nightie over his head.
“There precious, all ready for an evening with Aunty.”
Margaret picked Tarquin, now Rachel, up and sat her on her hip looking her in the eye.
“What’s your name pet?”
“Tarquin.” He said automatically.
“No darling, your name is Rachel, we do not want you answering to Tarquin when the police come back do we?”
“No Aunty,” Tarquin said in a whisper, feeling so small in her arms.
