For Mike, this was just yet another round of conflicting feelings rolling into the raging storm within his mind. He hadn’t even begun to process the fact that he was to be paraded about like this in front of God knew who, likely a large number of Sally’s friends and associates. But the idea of spending the next seven or eight hours strapped in a cock ring while experiencing this previously unfathomable level of humiliation, knowing how excited he was already getting by it, was unconscionable. So there was relief as Sally changed his… the diaper, but the fact that it was being replaced by another just like it, one that he would have on at the party, one that was at great risk of being exposed, considering the length of this… oh god, this DRESS, this dress that looked like it belonged on a kindergartner going to her first fancy party… His thought pattern spiraled out of control once more, and his mind feebly grabbed hold of the only comfort available, that of the soft, dry padding Sally was now wrapping around his middle. Comfortable, soft, like a great big hug around his crotch. Clean. Dry. Comfortable…

“Now, if you have to go potty again when we’re at the party, Mommy expects you to ask, baby,” Sally’s admonishment stunned him out of his thoughts again. “Just because you’re wearing a diaper as part of your costume, doesn’t mean Mommy wants to be changing wet and dirty diapers all night,” she added. Of course, that was exactly what she already knew she’d be doing, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Yes Mommy,” he mumbled.

Mike was too much on autopilot, Sally decided. She needed to snap him back into the present. She sat him up and flipped the hem of his dress back down, spreading it across his thighs. “So, what does little michelle think of Mommy and baby’s costumes?” she prodded.

“I… I…” Mike could scarcely process the question, never mind answer.

“Is Mommy pretty?”

“Yes! Mommy’s very pretty! I love your costume, Mommy!”

“Is baby michelle pretty?” she asked slyly.

“I… yes… I’m… pretty too, Mommy…” he offered with much less conviction.

“Yes you are, baby,” she encouraged. “Do you like feeling pretty?”

The noise in his head suddenly quieted on this singular question. Do I like this? “I… I don’t know, Mommy…”

Sally was determined. With an arm around his waist, she pulled him back to a stand and took him back to the mirror in the closet, standing beside him smartly. “What do you see, baby?”

“I see…” Mike knew the answer, but forming the words was hard. Admitting it was hard. “I see a beautiful Mommy and…” he trailed off.

“And?”

“And an adorable little girl.”

“That’s you, baby. How does it feel to be an adorable little girl, with a pretty dress that matches her Mommy’s dress, all ready to go to a party?”

Indeed, the pink accents in Sal… Mommy’s dress set off perfectly against Mike’s bright and colorful outfit. He was adorable. He wasn’t really Mike anymore, at least not where anyone could see, he was Michelle, an adorable little girl who just peed in her diaper and enjoyed it. And enjoyed her Mommy changing her diaper, and very much enjoyed being in a dry, clean diaper now. And he was positively terrified of what the evening held in store for him. But in this strange moment, in this brief calm amid the storm, he finally found an answer to this question.

“I love you, Mommy. Thank you for my pretty party dress… and my pretty new underwear… and for cleaning up my messes for me…”

“You’re very, very welcome baby,” Sally said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek, careful to avoid the heavy blush she applied earlier. “Mommy loves baby michelle too. And Mommy and baby michelle are going to have so much fun tonight! You just wait.”

And at that moment, he knew his answer was the right one.
5Two hours later, as Sally led him out to the Escalade, wobbly, slightly bow-legged, and back to being a nervous wreck, Mike wasn’t so sure of that answer anymore. Sally touched up his makeup before they left, reassuring him the whole time that this was going to be the most fun Halloween party ever. But deep inside, he was quite sure that fun she spoke of would be had by others, at his expense, far more than he would be enjoying himself.

Of course, Sally knew otherwise. Yes, her little pet was going to be humiliated tonight, but that was largely going to be his own doing. Between the magic she had woven and the plans she’d already made with other party-goers, little mikey was going to have the time of his life in between the blushing and the self-consciousness. And, Sally felt certain, little mikey was going to take rather well to being little michelle on a more permanent basis.

“Wait… what are we doing here?!” Mike protested as they pulled up in front of the strip club. It wasn’t long ago he’d been a regular here; the last thing he wanted was to be seen like this by people that might recognize him!

“Relax, baby,” Sally chided. “It’s a private party. Invite only. None of your little drunk friends from back then will be here, only our best customers, the girls, and us.”

“But…”

“Has Mommy ever harmed you, baby?” she cut him off swiftly.

“No.”

“You are going to have the time of your life tonight, baby, so long as you play the role your little costume is supposed to convey.”

Truth be told, he felt like a scared little girl right now, vulnerable, afraid. “I… Yes Mommy…” he stammered.

“Mommy’s not going to let anything bad happen to you tonight, baby. I promise.” She turned his trembling chin to face her. “Do you believe me, baby?”

“Y… yes Mommy…”

“No you don’t,” she scolded gently. “What has been the nature of our relationship up to this point, Michael?”

Mike was stunned at this very sudden and very serious question. “You… you’re the Domme, I’m the subbie,” he ventured.

“It’s much more than that, and you know it,” she replied curtly.

“You’re my Mistress, and I am your slave,” he admitted. “I live to serve you.”

“Yes, and every step that we’ve taken together on that journey has involved me showing you secret desires you never knew you had, right?”

“Yes…”

“Tonight is a very special night, Michael. Not only are we dressing up in fancy clothes and going to a party, but the very nature of our relationship is different tonight. Tonight, instead of servicing my needs and desires and forgetting your own in exchange for my affection, I am taking care of your needs and desires. Tonight, in exchange for making yourself vulnerable, for willingly giving me control over every aspect of your being, you will want for nothing, and I will give you pleasure without pain, and I will show you more secrets in your heart that you didn’t know were there, but I always have.

“Do you remember what you saw in that mirror today?” she continued.

“Yes… Miss… I mean… Mommy… I mean…” Mike was confused by the way Sally addressed him, but more overwhelmed by her words, the realization of how she had been treating him since she taped that first diaper around his middle.

“What did you see, baby?” Sally said, leading him back where she wanted him to go.

“I saw… a pretty little girl…”

“You didn’t see a man dressed up as a little girl?”

“No… Mommy…”

“That’s right. And neither will anyone else at this party, so long as you be that little girl tonight. Be the little girl who needs her Mommy to do everything for her, and no one will ever know that little baby michelle is really little mikey, Miss Sally’s slave boy. And just for tonight, Mommy will spoil her little girl rotten. How’s that sound?”

“I… I think I’d like that, Mommy,” he managed. Well, he liked the parts about Sally taking care of him, and he liked the idea of her spoiling him for a night anyway. Be the little girl in the mirror. It was a simple request. The little girl in the mirror was wearing thick diapers under her party dress because her Mommy didn’t want her to have accidents and make messes. And she’d already had an accident and made a mess that evening. So clearly she needed them. Her Mommy was right.

“I have one more thing to add to your little costume,” Sally said, reaching into her purse. “I think you’ll find it very helpful to calm your little nerves and remind you to be that adorable little baby girl.” Out came a pacifier, with a white mouth guard and a powder-pink ring. Attached to the ring was a delicate-looking strip of lace, and on the other end of that strip was a pastel purple suspender clip. Mike blushed deeply, but didn’t argue as Sally attached the clip to his collar, leaving the pacifier to dangle at his chest. “Now, when you feel scared, or nervous, or excited, or confused, you just suckle on that, and it will help you calm down. I promise. Right now, though, we don’t want to muss up your pretty pink lipstick unless we absolutely have to, do we?”

“No Mommy…”

“Good girl. You sit right there and Mommy come get you, okay?”

“Yes Mommy…”

And with that, Sally exited the driver’s side, swiftly came around to the passenger’s, and, to Mike’s surprise, hoisted him off the seat, plunking him on his feet next to her before closing the door. She grasped his hand and tossed the keys to the waiting valet, who chuckled a bit before climbing in and driving off. “Baby walk with Mommy, or shall I carry you?” she teased.

“I’ll walk, Mommy!” he squeaked.

The bouncer at the door smiled broadly as he held it open for them. “Good evening, Miss Sally,” he boomed in a deep baritone voice.

“And to you, Travis,” she replied, tucking a twenty into the pocket of his smart black button-up shirt.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said as Sally led Mike through the door. She set an easy pace for him across the lobby, thankfully, but even so he found himself stumbling as he tried his best not to waddle in the thick undergarment, feeling very self-conscious as he and Sally were fawned over by the hostess. He recognized Jennifer immediately, recalling the fantasies he’d even had about her before Sally swooped into his life, and inside he worried that she remembered him as well, despite Sally introducing him as her cousin and assuring the striking beauty that “she” was indeed of legal age, despite the costume.

The music from inside the bar was booming as Geoffrey stepped aside and opened the door for the pair, and Mike suddenly felt very lightheaded as they walked into the chaotic scene. His knees buckled, and the world began to spin.

“Michelle? Are you okay?” Sally’s worried voice rang in his ear.

“I… I’m not sure… Mommy…”
6
“Healing thoughts sent in flight,
bring the brightest of blessings this very night,
Surround my child with healing light,
As above, so below.”
The words whispered through Mike’s mind as he opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a couch just a few feet back from Pervert’s Row. Sally sat to his left, an arm around his shoulder, her other hand on top of both of his, which were in his lap. To his right, another woman he didn’t recognize, in an elaborate fairy costume complete with wings and a tiara atop her straw-colored hair, had her hand atop Sally’s. A third woman, donning tiger stripes and painted-on whiskers across her ebony cheeks, was at his feet, her hand atop them all. These couldn’t be dancers who worked here, unless they’d been hired in the six months or so since he became Sally’s pet, since the last time he’d been in this building.

“Well hello there, cutie-pie!” Sally cheered as he opened his eyes. Smiles and chuckles surrounded him as he began to get a grip on his surroundings. “Did someone get a little dizzy?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he managed, which brought delighted squeals from the other two women.

“Oh my god, you are just so freakishly adorable! I want one, Sally!”

“Me too! Where on earth did you find her?!”

“Hush, ladies, the poor thing is just getting her little bearings!” Sally scolded. “Michelle, I want you to meet my very special friends, Suzanna,” she paused, and the one directly in front of him offered a little wave, “and Rachelle.” The one to his right grasped his arm and gave it a squeeze. “They were very helpful when you had your little spill back there. Can you say hello?”

“H… hello Suzanna… and Rachelle…. thank you… for helping my Mommy take care of me…”

That resulted in another round of squeals, not to mention two hugs that seemed awfully close to inappropriate to Mike, both women pulling his head directly into their chests as they praised him for being such a polite little girl. Mike looked nervously at Sally, fearing some repercussion for such sexually forward behavior, but she seemed unfazed by it. Of course, he found himself with another erection as a result, and couldn’t help but squirm a bit as the two women took their leave, flitting off into the crowd together laughing and joking. This was really the first chance Mike had to get a look at the crowd. The first thing he noticed was that the vast majority of them were female. There had to be a hundred or more people in here, and he could count the number of men that weren’t employees on two hands! Some of them he recognized; he’d seen them on stage plenty, but most were complete strangers, with or without masks, in their elaborate costumes.

A waitress appeared out of the midst of the crowd, a tall brunette in an absolutely perfect replica of a Playboy Bunny outfit. She greeted Sally with respect, but fawned all over Mike, just like the others had. “So what are we drinking?” she asked after she’d gotten a pinch on Mike’s cheek, making him blush again.

“Cosmo for me, Maker’s and coke for this little cutie,” Sally replied, leaving Mike stunned. He hadn’t drank bourbon since he was a regular here; at most he’d have a glass of wine with her when she allowed it. How did she know that was his usual?

“Oh my goodness, what’s a little angel like you doing drinking a big grown-up drink like that?!” the waitress chirped. “Sure you wouldn’t rather have a Shirley Temple?”

Mike shook his head with a cringe. “She’s very fussy,” Sally offered, “and she’s in the party mood tonight, isn’t she?” Sally turned to him expectantly.

“Yes Mommy,” he mumbled. Once upon a time, getting this much attention from so many beautiful women would put him straight over the moon, but dressed as he was, under the watchful eye of his Misstress… or… Mommy, he felt like he was under a microscope, and in the back of his head there was still a nagging voice that said they all knew, they all could tell that it was the grown man everyone knew as Mike underneath all these ruffles, and they all knew what he had on under the dress, too.

Of course, Sally knew what was rattling around in Mike’s head as well. But she had bigger plans in store, plans that necessitated getting a few stiff drinks in him, before the party could hit its… climax.