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Chapter 1 : A New Beginning.

A quiet evening in Kanto region, at the sound of a rumbling washing machine, a single mother is reminiscent of her son's exciting adventures as a Pokemon Master, Delia is looking through the basement window. The sky is bright since the rain has stopped. It's been raining all day, she couldn't hang the clothes outside.

As she fold her son's favorite shirt she remembers when he was traveling the world in search for all Pokemon with his little Pikachu and competing in the leagues. She finishes to fold clothes that was hung in the basement all day, lift the basket and goes upstairs.

As she head to her son's bedroom she notices that it's pretty silent. It's too early for him to go to bed already and he would have told her if he had left. She sneaks a peek in the room, but she does not see him. She moves in and notices a few clothes lying around and the closet door open. Nothing unusual for her messy son and she goes to close the door when she's drops the basket, startled by a movement inside, her surprised son...
"Ash!?" she yells as she sees her son wearing some girl's lingerie. Just as confused, not knowing where to hide, Ash replies : "M...Mom? I can explain!".
- No!

Ash stuns by his mother's sharp reaction. Delia pauses for a moment, she's clearly trying to sort out her thoughts and says: "There's only one thing a mother can do in this situation."
- B..but..

Delia forcefully grabs Ash's wrist and pull him out of the closet, drag him down to the living room, looks for her keys and purse. She turns to Ash with a frown.
- We have to go shopping for girl's clothes.
- W...wait! What? I can't go out like that!

Delia look at her son noticing he's still in lingerie. She blushes and drag him in her room.

She opens the door of her closet, throws out some of her clothes on her bed. Ash blushes at the idea his mom may want him to wear her clothes and was about to comment that they are probably too large when she pulled out a box slightly covered in dust.

Delia appeared so focused at the box that Ash tried slip away. She turned to her son and clearly said : "Stay right there, young lady!". Ash froze and it took a full minute as his mother was browsing her box to notice that she called him 'Young lady'.

"Knew I still had it." Ash pops out of his confusion, his mom pulls out a cute soft blue dress from the box. "I bought this at a lovely stall during Princess Day in Cerulean City." She moves over to Ash and lay the dress over him with a satisfied smile. "It is the perfect size. Lift your arms."

Ash suddenly felt in another dimension and before he knew it he also had his blond wig on, with his mom smiling at him, sitting in the bus heading to the city.

Read chapter 2 : Ashley, I choose you!
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Chapter 2 : Ashley, I choose you!

There was a lot of people in the bus; a handful of trainers focusing on their smart pokedex, some older citizens trying to give advice to the young ones ignoring them and a man who kept staring at Ash who was uneasy with sudden shopping trip. The man was easily in his forties, raven black hairs and stubble beard, tall and in good physical shape. Uncomfortable, Ash kept fidgeting with a lock of his wig and blushing. Ash turns over to his mom, but her smile, at the man, was even more disturbing.

She turns over to her son, says sharply "Ashley, this is our stop." and pulled him out of the bus by the wrist. Delia was walking pretty quickly and Ash had trouble to follow the pace. Ash looked behind them and noticed the man had also got off the bus.

The shopping promenade was heavily busy with people. Ash was still trying to walk fast behind his mom, pulled by the wrist, and looking back to see if the man kept following them. In a lapse of attention, Ash tripped, almost losing his wig. Delia turned back hastily and hurried to help him stand up. They both looked around for a moment, but the man was nowhere seen and had disappeared in the crowd.

Ash stood up and his mom took out a brush from her purse and adjusted his wig while he was dusting off his dress. Ash thought they were safe from whatever danger that man was, but Delia was looking really anxious and got startled when Ash called her out.
- Mom?
- I... I'm sorry. You're okay?
- I'm fine.

They have walked for a moment in the crowd, Delia looking around as terrified. Ash tried to get some words from, but she only kept smiling back at him and saying : "Don't worry dear, I'm trying to find us a good store to shop." Her smile vanished away and she pulled her son toward an elegant clothier store. Ash tried to talk to his mom :", I don't think that would...", but she wasn't listening and just kept pulling.

They were almost there and Delia reached for the door handle when someone grabbed it first. They both were surprised, it was the mysterious man. He looked at Ash for a moment and turned over his mom.
- Evening Delia. We need to talk...

Delia simply pushed him away and entered the store pulling Ash inside. The man waited outside for a moment, thoughtful, before he enters the store behind them, but got stopped by the manageress who witness Delia's distress. The man simply moved outside and sat on the bench in front of the store.

Ash just couldn't take his eyes off the man waiting outside as his mom kept stuffing his arms with dresses, blouses ans skirts to try. Clearly, his mom was trying to flee something, and that something stood and walked away after looking at Ash for a moment and smile.

to be continued...
Inspired by tyuiopguy 's fanfiction that is based of my own artwork 'Ashley in the Closet' that is a request of CrossdressPrincess. Original found here : [Ch.2]…

Sorry for the repost of Chapter 1. I first wrote Chapter 2 in same post, but I think I should keep them seperate, for now.

Pokemon Shocking Pink and Baby Blue Chapter 1
Chapter 1 : A New Beginning.
A quiet evening in Kanto region, at the sound of a rumbling washing machine, a single mother is reminiscent of her son's exciting adventures as a Pokemon Master, Delia is looking through the basement window. The sky is bright since the rain has stopped. It's been raining all day, she couldn't hang the clothes outside.
As she fold her son's favorite shirt she remembers when he was traveling the world in search for all Pokemon with his little Pikachu and competing in the leagues. She finishes to fold clothes that was hung in the basement all day, lift the basket and goes upstairs.
As she head to her son's bedroom she notices that it's pretty silent. It's too early for him to go to bed already and he would have told her if he had left. She sneaks a peek in the room, but she does not see him. She moves in and notices a few clothes lying around and the closet door open. Nothing unusual for her
  Pokemon Shocking Pink and Baby Blue Chapter 3
Chapter 3 : Parental Showdown !
The evening was coming to an end. The clothing store was about to close and the manager made sure Delia didn't want assistance from the police before she left with Ashley. The square was still buzzing with activity and yet a growling sound caught Ashley's mom's attention. Delia smiles to Ashley who blushes of embarrassment "We haven't had supper, have we?".
While his mother is listing out loud the closest restaurants, Ash looks around trying to see if the mysterious man had truly left the square when he suddenly got pulled back by a strong arm. Delia turns around shocked "Ashley! Let her go!". The man stood there holding firmly Ash next to him. "Hello Delia. Ashley, is it? It's been quite some time." Ash's mom was shaking nervously in a mixed emotion of fear and anger. Seeing his mom in such distress, Ash escapes his captor and pulls out a pokéball from his purse that he throws.
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(Author's note: I am writing this at the age of 27, on Monday 26th March, 2018. While it might seem to be a far-fetched account, what you read is true. Everything happened. While I try to write an unbiased entry of my life, some of what I have written might sound biased. I shall leave you, the reader, to make up your own mind.)


It started when I was eleven years old, my fascination for girl's clothing and crossdressing that is. I remember watching my older sister Katie walk around in skirts, dresses, blouses, all clothing that was infinitely better than anything I wore. It looked nicer, and when I hugged Katie, her clothes felt nicer against my skin, a lot nicer. There were times when I was left on my own in the house; my parents were either at work or out for the afternoon, and my sister was visiting her friends. I had freedom of the house, and since my fascination started, I had only wanted to do one thing: try on my sister's clothing.

Many would have found it weird, an eleven year old boy wanting to try on girls clothing. I didn't really care at the time, I didn't know what kind of effects it would have on my future. At the time, when life seemed simple, I only saw it to be innocent curiosity that drove me to try on my sister's clothes. I didn't have any idea about the culture that followed it, I didn't know that men and women dressed in clothing of the opposite gender as a lifestyle choice, I would find that out much later in my life.
When I entered my sister's room, I had an idea of what it would be like. Pink, filled with girly things ranging from dolls to make up to posters of boy bands and actors. I was definitely mistaken. At the time my sister was sixteen and going through her GCSE's. Her room was painted a cream colour, very few posters decorated the walls, shelves were filled with books and not dolls, and she had a large wardrobe up against the wall. That was my first port of call. I opened it up, and was stunned to see everything hanging up so neatly. My sister was a bit of a neat freak, everything was out of place, and it was rumoured that she could see from first glance whether or not something was out of place. I always believed that Katie had some sort of second sight for these things. It was proved right when I was first caught by her. Coincidently, it was also the same day I started trying on girl's clothing.

When my parents and Katie had gone out, leaving me alone, I went into her room, and opened up Katie's wardrobe. I was instantly drawn to the dresses. She had a ankle length purple dress with straps. Now on Katie, it would have went down to her ankles, but when I tried it on, it went down to the floor, and even bunched up leaving a small tail of fabric. It didn't matter to me at the time; I simply stripped to my underwear and slipped the dress on over me. It didn't even need to unbutton the back of the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror that was placed on the inside of the door. My green eyes staring at the figure in the oversized dress. I felt the satin against my skin, and I liked it. I still looked like a little boy trying on adult clothes though, I had short brown hair back then, my parents choosing my hair cuts and how I looked for my time at school.
I was going to take the dress and hang it back up to try on another item of my sister's clothing when I heard the door open. Someone stepped inside, and I was unaware who it was until I Katie shout up to me.

"Rain! I'm home." she called out to me.

I guess you are wondering about my name. Yes, I am called Rain. My full name is Rain Alexander Edmonds. My sister is Katie Elizabeth Edmonds and my mother and father are called Rebecca and John Edmonds respectively. I don't know why my parents named me Rain, it wasn't to do with the weather, I was born on Saturday October 20th, 1990, and according to my parents and sister it was a sweltering hot day so how Rain came into the conversation is a mystery.

Anyway, back to the story.

When I found that my sister returned; the first thing that went through my mind was a close resemblance of the words "oh crap" ran through my mind. I still hadn't changed out of Katie's dress and my clothes were strewn over the floor. I was going to be found and instantly my mind told me to hide. I immediately jumped into the wardrobe, and closed the door behind me.
I remember that exact feeling when I was hiding from my sister. My heart was pounding, it felt like it was going to burst from my chest in a similar style to the Alien Quadrilogy. It would have solved some problems though, first off I would have been dead, and I wouldn't have to face my sister's wrath when she found I had tried on her clothes. She probably would have tried to resurrect my body and then kill me all over again for it.

"Rain, where are you?" I could hear Katie from outside the room, and I hoped she would think I was somewhere else. This was the moment I found my sister really did have a second sight. I overheard her muttering that she had shut the door to the bedroom before she left, and I foolishly left it open. She knew I would be in her room, and the fact that my clothes were left out for all to see didn't help that. "Come on Rain, I know you are in here. If you don't come out until the count of five then I will be forced to tell mum and dad." she stated with a calm and methodical voice. Katie didn't raise her tone, she didn't have to.

Knowing that Katie would tell our parents that I had been hiding in her room was really the only contributing factor of actually giving myself up. That and if I had continued to hide in her wardrobe, any chance of denying it would be useless considering I had left my clothes out. She started counting down, and I knew it was now or face the wrath of my parents. They would never have understood it back then, but it was likely that they had taken it down to a phase in growing up. The old 'curiosity killed the cat' saying. They would have forgotten it, and just told me never to do it again. I didn't even know how my sister would have reacted, but it didn't matter. I had to come clean and so, I pushed open the door to the wardrobe, and shuffled out into plain sight of my sister.

For a moment Katie was quiet, she just stared at me. I was expecting her to start shouting and screaming at me, ordering me out of the dress and to get changed.

I was definitely wrong.

Katie hugged me. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, a smile was on her face. I was dumbfounded, awestruck, amazed that I wasn't deaf from the screaming and shouting that I had originally expected. She in fact explained to me that she had really wanted a little sister instead of a brother. I didn't understand it at the time, but if I did fully take into account the words back then I might have been offended, but I knew she still loved me. Katie told me she was happy having a little brother, and when she saw me wear her dress, she actually liked it. Sure she was a bit annoyed that I tried her dress on without asking, but she didn't let it overshadow the clear fact we had just come closer together. I explained to her my reasons, why I was wearing her dress and hiding from her. The fact that I liked the look and feel of girl's clothing, and was curious to try something on. Katie asked me if I liked it, and I said yes. I truly did like wearing Katie's dress, and I told her that I wanted to try more clothes on.

What she did next definitely surprised me. She took the dress off me and hung it up, instructing me to get changed into my previous clothes. When I was finished, Katie told me to follow her down to the basement. Now at the time when I was eleven years old, I had in fact been scared of the basement. My grandfather told me stories of monsters in the basement, and I'm ashamed to say that I believed him to that point.
It turned out that our parents had kept boxes of old clothes going back the years. Every outfit of value and importance was sitting in the cases. My first football kit. Katie's first ballet outfit. Both mine and Katie's school uniforms from school. Our parents had the odd habit of sorting things out into boxes with the ages written on, and it actually helped Katie with what she was doing. My sister brought out a box of clothes from when she was eleven years old. That was a great year, apparently. My aunt and uncle got married, Katie finished primary school, she performed the lead role in a ballet recital of Swan Lake, and there was the first family vacation, a cruise to the Mediterranean.
The outfits were going to be for me. Katie explained to me that she had always wanted a younger sister so that she could have someone to practice giving make-overs, and dressing up. Now that she had found out I wanted to wear girl's clothing more, she explained to me that she was going to dress me up, and give me the make-overs she had wanted to give to a little sister. I was filling the shoes of being Katie's younger sister, even if it was only at random dates and times. It would only happen when the parents were out. We would have started that day, but unfortunately our parents had returned earlier than expected. It didn't matter to me, or to Katie though. It was the start of something new, a fun new experience that would bring us closer together as siblings.


The first time we had together was the following weekend. Our parents had been invited for a ball in London. Katie had managed to talk them into allowing her to stay and look after me, without the help of our grandparents. During the week, Katie was only at school for half of each day and had a day off on the Thursday. During that time she went shopping, and she purchased a wig, along with a few essential supplies. The Saturday that my parents left, we got started. I found out about the wig, it was a blonde wig in the style of a pixie cut.
At first I was nervous of what was going to happen to me. The first chance to dress up had been going through my mind, it caused me to loose track of my school work at some points during lessons. My parents weren't too pleased about it, but they just told me to pay attention at school. No one asked why I was distracted, something I was pleased to have avoided, but I could have easily used any excuse to get out of that. Luckily, the weekend came by quite quickly though, and soon, the Saturday my parents left for London came around, and Katie and I were left alone.
I thought we were going to start with what Katie called a 'dressing up session' straight away, but my sister had other ideas first. She told me to wait upstairs, and so I did. I sat for an hour playing computer games, at the same time I was getting anxious, I couldn't wait to try on the clothes, and when the time came, Katie called me down to the basement.

Katie had been busy; she moved things around, creating two separate areas. The first area consisted of an old vanity table that had taken Katie a great deal of time to move out, and to fix the vanity mirror back on. It was made of white wood, and it had sat in their parents bedroom before they replaced it with the current vanity mirror.
On top of that was numerous articles of make up ranging from false nails to false lashes, along with lipstick, mascara, eye liner pencils and eye shadow sets. Various blush colours were ready, and the contributing brushes. Numerous foundation tubs were waiting with cotton wall pads. Next to the mirror, was a bust of some persons head made from marble. According to Katie it was a very expensive piece in which they had to be careful. (Little did we realise that three years later, my dad would only go and break it while taking it to be appraised and possibly sold on.)
The second area was for dressing up. A clothing rack of all the outfits I would be trying on had been set up, with a dressing screen and a basket to put the clothing I had been wearing at the time. Nothing was spared, Katie had thought of everything for what they were going to do. She had prepared bottles of water and glasses, a few biscuits and some snacks, she had even brought the phone down into the basement so that if their parents phoned like they said they would, then  we wouldn't raise suspicion by being late to answer. (Our parents once scolded my aunt and uncle for not answering the phone by a certain time when they looked after me and Katie. It was purely because of the fact we had been sat out in the garden enjoying the sun.)

"What do you think?" Katie asked as she watched me walk on towards the vanity table, and then walk onto the rack of clothing that she had laid out. Katie had brought her bridesmaid dress out, the white gown with the green sash wrapped around the waist, tied in a bow behind, and the puffed sleeves. A pair of green flats had been brought to wear with them.
A pink gown with a darker pink sash, a dark pink rose attached to the front of the bodice and two strips of satin to wrap around the arms was hanging behind it. That had been Katie's gown when they went on the cruise.
Her school uniform: A red pleated skirt, white long sleeve blouse, knee high socks and a bow tie. (my sister went to an all girl's school that gave her more ideas than just being a make-up artist, but we'll get to that later.) Sitting at the bottom of the rack of clothes were a pair of black loathers that she wore. Quite cute, if I do say so myself. Slip ons with a bow at the front of both shoes.
The next outfit was a costume that Katie had purchased during the week of Belle from Beauty and the Beast. There wasn't another outfit hanging on the rack after the Belle costume, but according to Katie she was going to try and dig some more out for me, just to give an experience of wearing clothes other than those of a formal nature.
I was both happy and nervous by that fact. I would have been happy with just trying on the outfits Katie had prepared before hand. I knew what was coming, but hearing the prospect of something new being prepared gave me a small feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know what to expect. Still, whatever was going to happen was happening because I wanted it to. My sister didn't have to force me, she didn't have to use blackmail or threaten to tell the parents.

The first part of the dressing up session was Katie sitting me down on the chair and getting to work. Katie worked on the foundation, covering my face and correcting the tone of my skin. Katie certainly was an expert at giving make overs. While she worked, Katie explained to me that she had volunteered to help out at her school during the past year with the drama department, helping out with the make-overs for every actress that was performing. Of course it was kept under wraps because of our parents, but I'm thankful that Katie actually kept up her make-up practice.

After about forty-five minutes of working on my make-up, I found myself looking like a little girl which I was stunned to see. I looked in the mirror and from that point on I was known as Rin (again, it's a strange name, I know. My sister liked to read fantasy novels, she still does.) and I was Katie's younger sister.
The next task for us both was to get me dressed. My sister took me behind the dressing screen where she... well I won't go into detail. You probably get the idea of what happened. I emerged moments later in white girl's underwear and a pink dressing gown. While I sat down and had a biscuit, Katie went on and prepared the first outfit. I was dressed up as Belle. Now that was a weird outfit.
Petticoats on first, all three of them. I could never understand how women could wear those things. The gown afterwards was made of satin, and actually quite comfortable against my own body. I was surprised it fitted me. While I was being dressed, my sister explained that she purchased the outfit for a twelve year old. It would be a better fit on me than that of an outfit for an eleven year old. I didn't understand it back then, but as time went on I came to understand that every outfit was different in terms of the body shape. The body structure between men and women are different, and so that while costumes will be the same age, the shape of the female outfit will not always fit the male body. (God I hope that made sense.)
The outfit had everything; the gloves, the shoes, even a wig, though we kept that off as it looked completely ridiculous. I wouldn't have looked like Belle. This wig was short, curled with ribbons in the hair and unfortunately very irritating. (Looking back on it, I think the wig was styled after the hair styles of Southern Belles of America and not Belle from Disney movie.)

That afternoon, I relaxed and took the weight of keeping my crossdressing secret off of my shoulders. I was happy, thankful that Katie was there with me, talking me through the stages of getting dressed up, the fabrics used to create every outfit and what they meant to me. Katie explained everything.
Amazingly, I was expecting something a little stranger and longer, but Katie dressed me in every outfit, explained what it included, and why they were being used and what for. A lot of it I had a vague idea, I remembered the cruise and what my sister had worn was for the formal evening dinners. That was just one of the gowns she wore, and as much as she looked, Katie couldn't find the other two evening dresses she wore, which, in all honesty wasn't much of a problem. I had tried on numerous clothes at that point and there were other times in the future that Katie and I did similar activities.
That weekend, I was stunned to be offered £50 to be dressed in whatever my sister dressed me in, and while I was expecting something very feminine and scary, it wasn't too bad. During the rest of the afternoon and the evening, I was dressed in something similar to my sister's old school uniform. A pink knee length skirt, white socks, pink trainers, a white long sleeve blouse and a denim waistcoat. That was before dinner, in which I was dressed in the bridesmaid dress that I had tried on a few hours before, and I slept in a set of baby blue footsie pyjamas. Amazing, one evening, a night and a morning of being dressed up by my sister and I earned £50 from it. I didn't tell anyone about it until I was seventeen years old and part of a college LGBT group. It was discussed between myself and my friends.

The next morning, we found our parents wouldn't be back until later that evening, so it gave Katie enough time to set everything right. She cleared all of the make-up, and I helped with clearing up the basement, even while wearing my sister's chosen outfit. We got through the clean up, and I was back into my original jogging bottoms and t shirt by 4 that afternoon. Our parents returned an hour later, and they were none the wiser.


That was my first experience in girl's clothing, and it happened more and more, every time my parents were out, when they went out for an evening, when they went on holiday or to a friend's party out of the city that they chose to stay at a local hotel. Katie always managed to talk my parents into letting us stay to keep an eye on me, and every time we dressed up. Over the months the costumes became different, from various Disney princesses, to more formal dresses that Katie had managed to rent from the costume shop that was a short distance away from where we lived. Katie and I had never been closer with the experience we shared. She got the chance to practice her make-up and I was able to dress up.

I thought it would have been a simple phase that every person went through. They develop a curiosity towards something. I had friends that took up smoking in secondary school, drinking, some had even taken drugs and ended up in prison (Okay so that last example might not be the clearest, but you get the idea, people change, and those that did end up in prison didn't re-offend... as far as I'm aware). Little did I realise that crossdressing was going to be a major part of my life, and it would change everything.
Well, the first part of my three part crossdressing story, and my first attempt at writing in the first person point of view. I'm hoping it has gone well, and I guess only the readers can tell me that. Anyway, this is an account of a fictional character that shares a few similarities.

This is a story, with an idea of how I wished my life could have been. I won't deny, I often wish I had an older sister. In this story, there are some elements that link me with the character of Rain, but for the most part this is an entirely fictitious portrayal of my life.

I hope you enjoy it, and remember, comments are always appreciated.
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"Finally!" Ben shouted, "It's Halloween!"

    Ben loved Halloween (and who doesn't?). It was the time of year where he would get to show off his amazing, almost exact, costumes of many different people and creatures that he's done. He was most known for his Van Helsing costume, which almost got the police involved because of the trench coat. Regardless, he has a knack for costumes.

    This year, he was going to go a little more 'child friendly' with costumes. He's decided to base his costume off of a cartoon called 'Ben 10'. He realized the irony and such behind both of their names, but he's been watching the show recently and found it rather entertaining and awesome. So, he went to work on perfecting his costume. It didn't take much, though; it was a simple shirt and jeans with an iconic wrist watch that only fans would know.  He had a week before Halloween, but the chances of finding a watch by this time are quite slim, but he's willing to try to find one.

    After school, he asked his mom if he could go to some stores to find a watch that matched his outfit. The first stop was Toys 'R' Us. He wandered the great isles of shelves, checking quickly for the green watch. Sadly, with no avail, he couldn't find one. He was about to leave the store when he noticed one in the far back of the shelf as if it hasn't been touched in an extremely long time. He reached back and grabbed the casing: it was the last 'Ben 10' watch. But, there was something off about it. The casing felt cold, metallic cold and the watch itself looked relatively real itself. Was this some sort of special edition? He took the box to the front register.

The cashier looked at the box with wide eyes, "My, I didn't know these existed anymore!"

"What?" Ben asked, confused.

"Well, a couple of years ago, they had made legitimate 'Ben 10' watches. Real metal and everything; high quality stuff!"

"Wow... What happened?"

"There were only about 10 ever made because of the resources drained it took just to make one. Surprisingly, they were even given away for free."

"So... will you be willing to stick with that deal, then?"

The cashier thought for a couple of seconds, "Yea, I'll do it. After all, you did find the last one." He winked at him and handed the box over to Ben.
Ben's mom drove him home while Ben eyeballed the metal casing with wide eyes. "This was the last edition." He told his mom.

"What do you mean?"

"This was a special limited edition 'Ben 10' watch that was made with real metal! I got the last one!"

"Cool!" She acknowledged with an 'impressed' tone and turned a head to show that emotion.

    They arrived home and Ben ran into the house with excitement, wanting to open this special watch that he'd just acquired. He ran up to his bedroom and got some scissors, cutting plastic bands and prying open the case to slide out an aluminum plate with the watch prestigiously mounted on a molding, similar to a pedestal. He carefully removed the watch off of the plate and held it up in the light, close to his eyes.

"Wow...!" He whispered.

    The watch was really legitimate: it was indeed metal, and quite light to add. According to the back of the box, it even lit up! The light bulb inside the thing must have been powerful to match the shine from the show itself.. He wanted to try it on and play with it, but it was late and he wanted to get some sleep.

    To his surprise, the next day was Saturday. It kind of shocked him that he'd lost track of the days, but he didn't mind, it was the weekend and he got all the time he wanted to play with his new toy. He freshened up first before playing with a watch that could cost thousands. As he was slipping it onto his wrist, he thought for a second: was it going to withstand constant abuse of his hand slamming the top? After all, that's what he had to do, from what the instructions on the back of the box said. Then, the watch grew tighter on his skin as it compressed itself closer to his skin, almost merging with his skin itself. It kind of hurt, but he blamed himself for having such a big arm.

"Alright... Let's do this..." He raised his arm and slammed the watch. The band made a noise and the light shone to blinding proportions. After a few seconds, the light died down, but nothing was different of him.

"Hmph, figures..." He mumbled in a deflated tone. After all, the thing was just a replica, at most.

    And it wasn't like he could take off the thing anyways, it was practically his skin, now! But, he still tried to take it off. Upon grabbing the black wristband, he noticed that his skin was a tad lighter, kind of like there was barely any coloration to his skin anymore. He assumed that it was starting to cut off circulation, but it felt normal. Soon enough, the lightness of the skin started to spread along his arm, and eventually, his entire body. Was this watch real?
    Ben realized that he was indeed turning into something. When he sat down on his bed, he shrunk a little. Nothing superfluous, but just enough to notice. Then again, he was probably just imagining things, what with all the hype. He waited a little more to see what other changes would happen and to see what kind of creature he would turn into. Small changes, like his hands slimming, occurred and a few more to add. Next, his legs were becoming more shapelier and almost feminine, to Ben's eyes. He couldn't place it, but he had the feeling that he was changing into something else...

    His hair was next to change. He assumed that it was going to be some sort of armor for whatever he was changing into, but instead, it just grew a couple of inches down.

"Long hair?" He question, holding a piece out. As he looked at the piece, the brown hair that was his quickly dyed itself to a nice red. Again, he grew excited, thinking it was going to be something epic, but it turned out to be regular hair.

    He didn't realize what was going on. So, he moved to the mirror in his bed room to review the changes that had happened so far. Apparently, his face had changed to a girl's and his body was beginning to match those changes. Ben was turning into a girl.

"No, no, no, no, no..." He quickly said, backing away from the mirror. "This can't be happening. I thought I was going to turn into something cool, not this... girl!"

    He looked at the wristband again and slammed it once more, making the light brighter than the sun itself. Nothing happened, he was still changing. As a matter of fact, that only sped up the changes! He slammed it again, trying to make it stop, but it only pushed on the changes.

    His lower abdomen was shrinking so fast, he was almost brought down by his knees from the sudden pressure he'd just endured.

    His body continued to feminize itself further: his muscles had faded away into nothingness while most of his other body adapted to the changes. He couldn't take it much more, his body was taking on so many changes at once, Ben actually passed out.
"Sweetie?" Ben's mom was heard as well as his dad.

"I think she must have passed out from the excitement..." His dad said.

Wait, she? Ben was a boy; where were his parents getting that from? "Look, she's waking up!"

    Ben opened his eyes to find both of his parents staring intensely at him, worried to death. He looked down only to find himself a herself. Ben was a girl now.

"Gwen, honey, are you okay?" Her mom asked, placing a hand on her forehead.

"Yea, I'm fine... But, my name's Ben..." She spoke weakly.

"No, you're name is Gwen, you wanted to go as Ben for Halloween. I don't know if you're up to par, though. I mean, you passed out from excitement from that wristband you bought yesterday." Her mom pointed over at the dresser with the wristband off.

"Actually... I think I'm going to go as Ben's cousin." She announced, still weak.

Her mom smiled, "That's fine, honey, but just take it easy from now on." Her parents left the room.

    It turns out, the wristband she had gotten wasn't the same from the show. In fact, it was a gender changer! The only reason why she was who she was was because her name was 'Ben' and it assumed that it was the real Ben. She didn't care; she now had a more open selection as to what she can go for Halloween this year.
For copyrights: Ben 10 is owned by Cartoon Network. I don't take credit nor do I own any of the names used from the show itself. I do not own nor take credit for the picture used, either.

This is my Halloween themed story! I know, it's not Halloween yet, but why not get it out in the mean time :P.

This was the most painstaking story I have written, mainly because I felt tired and couldn't finish it for a couple of days. Also, had closed the story multiple times without saving, so, you can only imagine how annoying and aggravating it was :L, which also explains how short and under detailed it is. So, sorry!

Also, if anything seems off, I'm still getting used to this new submission page because I'm beta testing :P.

Other than that, enjoy! :D
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School was over and it was the summer holidays for 6 weeks. Both of my parents we're going away on holiday by themselves leaving me behind. They had arranged for me to stay with my a friend of my mums for the week. My bags were packed and we set off to her house. It was a 30 minute drive before we arrived at the house, I got out of the door and waved goodbye to my parents as they drove off to begin their holiday.

The very second I saw the car turn around the corner I realised that I left my bag containing all my belongings in the car. I'd of called them to turn around but my phone was also in the bag along with all of my clothes leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back. I walked upto the door and knocked on. I was greeted by a fairly tall woman in her mid 40's. "Hey I'm Louise you must be Philip". "Yes, it's Phil by the way" I replied. "Well Philip sounds better to me" she responded sharply. And with that I was taken into the house. "This is where you will be staying". I opened the door and the first thing that hit me was the bright pink wallpaper, the bed was also pink with a Disney princess bed sheet. "I know this is a girls room but I'm sure you'll grow to love it, I'll leave you alone to unpack". I stopped her there and told her about me leaving my bags in the car. "Don't worry about it I'm sure we have some clothes that'll fit you perfectly".

And with that she left the room closing the door behind her. Put took my coat off and stood in the centre of the room bemused by what I had to use for the next 7 days. After a few minutes Louise returned knocking on the door as she entered. "I just thought I'd bring you a drink and some snacks" just as that was said she tripped on my coat and spilt the tray of food all down me. "I'm so sorry Philip, you really shouldn't leave things lying around the house like that. Go and get a shower down the hall". I took my messy clothes off and put them in the corner as I ran the shower, as I was having a shower the only shampoo that was there was in a pink and white bottle and smelt off flowers. It was the only thing there and I had no choice but to use it.

I had fairly long hair, just over shoulder length. I stepped out of the shower and dryer myself off, I wrapped the towel around myself and walked back to my room. I was greeted by Louise half way down the corridor, "It's a shame that you left you bag behind, but there are plenty of clothes for you to choose from in your closet. Come down when your ready, I'm sure you'll look beautiful". She walked by and took my dirty clothes with her.

I walked into my room closing the door behind me, I walked towards the closet to find a full rack of frilly girly dresses. Each dress more feminine than the last, I searched through the dresses trying to find anything remotely boyish for me to wear. I sat on the bed for a while pondering what to do next, I had no other option but the idea of wearing anything even remotely girly felt like hell. After sometime I finally decided to wear something as I began to get cold. I stared into the closet with no idea what to wear, I found that the best way to pick was a to shut my eyes and just grab one at random. I reached out for one and held it out in front of me. I opened my eyes to see a pink dress and white matching cardigan. I opened the draw and looked through all the panties, I figured that I should go for one that would match the dress so I picked a pink pair with a white bow in the centre. I slid them up my legs they felt very soft and strange to wear, I saw a glance of myself in the mirror and felt very embarrassed. To try hide my shame I quickly put on a pair of knee high white socks, I slid the dress over my head adding the cardigan to complete the look. I noticed a pair of ballet style shoes that went almost perfectly with the outfit, they were pick with white bows on the tip of the toe. I slid them on and stood in front of the mirror staring at myself. From my feet right up to my neck it looked just like I was the girliest of girls. The shampoo I washed my hair with made my hair smooth and straight in quite a feminine style. My face looked just as any normal 14 year old boys would, I looked so pathetic.

School is over and your parents are going away, for the week your to stay with Louise (A friend of your mothers). Unfortunately as you arrive at Louise's house you realise you've left your bags, leaving you with nothing but the clothes on your back......

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Rouge the Bat's room. Sonic stood outside her door, looking at it. No one had ever been in there; not even Shadow or Omega. It was Rouge's private chamber. Her sanctuary. And Sonic was staring at the one blockade from it.

He had to speak to Rouge about something, and he had checked all of her home looking for her... except there. Maybe he should... but what if she wasn't? Would it be right to violate her privacy like that? Then again...

Sonic made his mind up. He stepped forward, grinning, and placed his hand on the handle...


"Please state passcode," a mechanical voice sounded out. Sonic jumped in surprise.

"Please state passcode," it repeated, and Sonic thought for a moment.

"Uh... all the world's gems are mine to keep?" he said uncertainly. A faint 'ding!' noise was heard, along with door unlocking. Sonic pumped his fist and stepped inside.

The room was completely pitch black, so he turned a light switch on. As the room brightened instantly, a small dome with a single red 'eye' on the ceiling sprang to life.

"Welcome Miss Rouge," the same voice from before stated. To Sonic's wonder, it released a thin red laser, which expanded before running Sonic up and down, scanning him.

"You do not meet your set standard of beauty, Miss Rouge."

Sonic blinked. "Set standard of beauty?"

"Yes. I am M4k30v3r, your automatic beautifying system, designed to take all the work out of looking good. When you first installed me, you set the standard that must be met. You do not currently meet that standard. Please, step forward."

Sonic grinned. So that's how she was always so well groomed. "No, thanks. I'm happy the way I am," he said, as he started towards the door

"I'm afraid I must insist." The door shut and locked on its own. "As per your instructions, I cannot allow you to leave this room until you meet your standard."

Two metal arms extended out from either side of the small construct, grabbing Sonic's arms.

"What-hey! Leggo!" he shouted, tugging on them. "I'm not Rouge!"

"Only Miss Rouge knows the passcode to enter her room. You are currently in her room. Therefore, you must be Miss Rouge."

Sonic visibly paled as he what was going to happen sank in. He tugged violently against the mechanical arms, but it was no use, and he was helpless as the machine stripped him of his gloves and shoes as he was led through the opposite door to Rouge's bathroom, where the tub was already full of bubbly, pink-tinted water.

The metal hands released Sonic, as he heard a click behind him. Zooming to the door, he confirmed his fear; the door was locked.

"Please step into your bath, Miss Rouge."

Sonic sighed and sat on the edge of the bathtub. What was he going to do? Could he break the door down? Not likely; he may be fast, but strength was always Knuckles' department, and even then he doubted he'd have the money to pay for repairs.

The cobalt hero habitually leaned back, forgetting where he was sitting for a moment before he slipped off the edge into the warm, soapy water.

Panicking as his hydrophobia set in, Sonic immediately attempted to leap out before the metal arms returned, grabbing him gently but firmly and pushing him back into the bath, this time with his head above the water.

"Do not worry, Miss Rouge," M4's voice stated. "Relax yourself, and allow me to pamper you."

At this, several more arms lowered down, holding sponges, scrubbing brushes, soaps and other cleaning implements and started to get to work. Sonic watched the arms in wonder; this actually felt... sort of nice. Grinning, he lay back against the edge, enjoying the feel of being "pampered;" he barely even noticed the extra two arms lower down and begin to shampoo his quills.

But he did notice when they forced his head under the water.

Thrashing and panicking once more, Sonic caught himself taking a massive sigh of relief as he was raised out of the water, his now-limp and soggy quills blocking his eyesight. Several more appendages, armed with hairdryers, lowered down and started to dry his fur and body. He noticed a lilac towel being wrapped around his body (across his chest of course, he noted with a groan) while his quills were wrapped up in a similar one on top of his head. A familiar click brought him back to reality as the bathroom door opened.

"Miss Rouge, please step into the main bedroo-"

M4 never got to finish, as Sonic immediately shot out of the bathroom to the bedroom door, abandoning his towel on the way as he furiously attempted to open the door. Still locked, he noticed bitterly.

"Please step into the Centre of the room, Miss Rouge," M4's automated voice ordered.

Sighing, the blue hedgehog did as told; it didn't seem so bad thus far. Maybe he'd see this "beautifying program" to the end and just leave. After all, a bath isn't so scary; it's not like M4's going to do anything serious...

Sonic was snapped out of his train of thought by something sticky being sprayed onto his chest, and two large cold... things being pressed onto the area. Glancing down, Sonic was horrified at two large globes being pressed onto his chest.

"What the hell!?" he screamed and attempted to back away, but was grabbed by another set of arms and held in place.

"Please remain still, Miss Rouge. The glue for your false breasts has not yet dried."

Breasts... this thing was sticking boobs onto him! After what felt like an eternity (but was actually just a few seconds), Sonic was released and he could feel the weight of the intruding mounds on his chest, as he attempted to prise them off; no good, he finally accepted. Looking them over, Sonic noticed the breasts were very realistic and well made; they hung and jiggled just like real ones, at least as far as he knew, and from his angle they were an impressive size; almost matching... Rouge's. The only giveaway that they weren't real was the fact they didn't match his skin colour.

As if on cue, another arm lowered down holding a aerosol spraycan of some sort.

"M4..." Sonic began cautiously, eyeing the can. "What is that...?"

"It is bronzer, Miss Rouge. I've noticed your skin is unusually pale. Please, step forward so I can apply it."

Sonic immediately attempted to back away, but was once again grabbed by the machine and forced forward. M4 didn't waste any time and set about spraying the artificial tan over Sonic's arms, stomach, face, anywhere that wasn't covered in fur. And that included "his" breasts.

Once finished and released, Sonic caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His entire body, excluding obviously his blue-furred areas, was now several shades darker, forming a natural looking tan. And of course, just as Sonic feared, his... breasts and skin now matched; there was no way to distinguish just by looking where he ended and they began. They looked completely real. And of course, both "his" cup size and skin colour matched that of the room's owner, Rouge the Bat.

"Miss Rouge, it is time for your outfit. Please step into your wardrobe."

"Forget that!" the blue blur cried, starting to realize what he'd gotten himself into. "Open this door and let me out right now!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," the mechanical menace stated in it's metal monotone. "I have been programmed to make sure you meet your standard of beauty; until you meet that standard, I must not let you leave."

Before it's victim could protest any further, more arms lowered from the ceiling and grabbed him, dragging him over to Rouge's large walk-in wardrobe and threw him in rather roughly. Before Sonic could even stand, the wardrobe's doors shut and locked themselves, leaving him in total darkness.

"Let me out!" he screamed, banging against the doors with his fist, before the familiar feeling of being grabbed took over and the machine set to work once again.

While Sonic couldn't see what the machine was doing to him, he could definitely feel it. The first and most obvious thing he felt was something being wrapped around his waist, just under "his" breasts, before rapidly being tightened; gasping desperately for air, he feared whatever it was was going to slice him in half, before it stopped as quickly as it began.

After that brief shock was over, Sonic became aware of something else almost slithering up his body from the ankles up, something tight and stretchy. He could feel it pushing "his" breasts up, supporting them, and went no further. This was promptly followed by something similar but smaller slithering along each arm, and then up each leg.

The door finally unlocked and Sonic quickly stepped out... or at least, he did as quickly as he could while trying to find his balance with those... things on his chest and whatever he was wearing constricting his movement. As soon as he did so, M4 lowered a mirror down so Sonic/"Miss Rouge" could see him/"her"-self. And he gasped in horror at what he saw.

A large, pink, heart-shaped breastplate. That was the first thing that caught Sonic's eye. The signature feature of Rouge's trademark jumpsuit was acting like a support bra, forcing "his" breasts up and emphasizing "his" cleavage. The black, rubbery jumpsuit extended down from it, clinging to every curve on his body like a second skin. That's when he noticed the next thing; he had curves.

A perfect hourglass figure, to be exact. Clearly whatever had been "crushing" him earlier was some kind of corset, as he now had a trim, waspish waist that gave the illusion of wide, womanly hips. The kind of figure that would rival... no, the kind of figure that would match Rouge's.

The outfit was completed by a pair of white opera gloves that extended up past his elbows, and ended with a pink trim. Matching white-with-pink-trim boots reached up to his thighs, with a pink heart that matched the one on his chest decorating the toes of each shoe. Silver heels extended out of the bottom of the boots, forcing Sonic's feet into a slant. It was no wonder he couldn't get his balance right, between these shoes and those breasts.

Sonic continued to look himself over; he had Rouge's skin tone, Rouge-sized breasts, a figure just like Rouge's, was wearing Rouge's favourite outfit... the only part of Sonic that still resembled Sonic was his face. And between his tanned muzzle and lilac towel-turban, even that was questionable.

"We are almost finished, Miss Rouge," M4's familiar voice stated, regaining Sonic's attention. "Please step over to your vanity table."

"I'm not Rouge!" Sonic shouted desperately, hoping the machine might finally listen and undo all this.

No such luck, as M4's metal arms simply grabbed Sonic and dragged him over to the vanity table and sat him down on the stool. Another set of arms unwrapped Sonic's damp, un-spiky quills from their towel and started to style them, as yet another arm lowered down holding a tube of lipstick. A final set even forced one of Sonic's legs over the other, so that he sat in the same cross-legged stance it's master always did.

"Purse your lips, Miss Rouge," M4 ordered, brandishing the lipstick like a dagger.

"Listen to me! I'm not Ro-" he was silenced before finishing, as M4 ran the pink cosmetic over his lips, rolling it across until it was even. He then forced Sonic to bite down on a piece of tissue paper to remove the excess; a perfect imprint of his now pink lips was left on it.

Almost immediately, the arm returned holding a mascara brush. It's repeated attempts to apply it were made difficult by the ducking and weaving hedgehog.

"Miss Rouge, please remain still."

"I keep telling you, I'm not- OW!"

Sonic shut his eyes in pain as M4 accidentally poked him in the eye. Seeing it's chance, the automatic system immediately started applying sky-blue eyeshadow, followed by some false eyelashes which it applied plenty of black mascara to. At that moment, the arms working on Sonic's quills completed their duty, and receded.

Opening his eyes, Sonic saw himself in the vanity mirror and was horrified at his reflection. His lips were now bright pink and looked fuller and kissable. His eyelids were now a light shade of blue that complimented his fur perfectly. Every time he blinked, a completely alien "flappy" feel was caused by his long, girlish eyelashes. His quills were styled in the similar manner to Rouge's, but M4 hadn't affected their colour or length at all; the end result was them flowing down his back like a waterfall, curling up slightly at the end.

"Your standard of beauty has been met, Miss Rouge." the machine stated, as triumphantly as an emotionless computer can. There was a click as the door opened, and Sonic jumped to his feet, believing he could finally leave. For the third time that day, however, he was absolutely horrified at what he saw.

A pink heart-shaped breastplate. A tight-fitting jumpsuit. Curves matching the ones he now possessed. A flawless makeup job just like his. White fur and wings.

The now Rouge-ified Sonic racked his brain for an explanation as he stood in full view of Rouge the Bat, who could only stare wide-eyed at the feminized hedgehog before her.

The first in the New Look series. Sonic finds himself literally taking a walk in Rouge's shoes after entering her room unannounced.

Originally inspired by this deviation: All credit goes to Quarma.

And yes, this is the same story that was submitted to Feliciameow's contest.

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~Ring ring! Ring ring!~

Sonic groaned as he sat up on the couch, the loud ringing of his telephone waking him from his afternoon nap. Didn't people realise that saving the world was hard work? He thought he deserved a little relaxation after all these years!

Sighing, the Blue Blur leaned over and picked up the receiver, holding it to his ear. "Hello?" he asked irritably, rubbing at his eyes.

"Hello there, blue boy."

Sonic nearly dropped the phone, snapped out of his grogginess by Rouge's voice. It had been two months since the little "incident" at Rouge's home, and it didn't seem like Rouge had spoken about it... but at every opportunity she made a small, seemingly-innocent comment that let Sonic know she remembered it. Such as offering to take him lingerie shopping with her and Amy, or asking if he wanted to try on her new high heels.

"What do you want, Rouge?" Sonic asked coldly, electing a giggle from the treasure huntress.

"Oh, Sonic, is that anyway to talk to an old friend? My mother always did say when you lend someone your outfit, you're friends for life!" she laughed. Sonic sighed and pinched between his eyes.


"Oh, fine." she giggled, Sonic almost able to hear her rolling her eyes. "I need to ask a favour. An act at my club got canceled, so I need someone to fill in."

"Not interested." Sonic stated almost immediately, preparing to slam the phone down.

"Oh, I think you should be! Considering the footage I have of you..."

The colour drained from the hedgehog's cheeks. "F... f... footage?"

"Why yes, darling! What, did you think a jewel collector like myself WOULDN'T have some sort of security camera?"

Sonic went silent, so Rouge continued. "Oh, and the pictures I printed off with it. You relaxing in a bubble bath, you checking out yourself in the mirror, you at my vanity... and of course, the completely made over you striking a sexy pose! Why, if anyone say these pictures I doubt ANYONE would believe you had been forced into it!"

Sonic found himself swallowing hard as he realised the predicament he was in. Letting out another sigh, he hung his head in defeat.

"I'll be right over."

Thirty seconds later (slow for Sonic, Rouge noted) there was a knock at Rouge's door. Answering it, she grinned at Sonic's glum expression.

"Sonic, darling, so glad you could make it! Come in, come in!" she giggled, standing aside and letting him in. Stepping inside, he grimaced as he noticed the pictures she had been threatening him with on her table, proving it wasn't a bluff. The white bat giggled and sashayed over to the table, picking them up.

"Don't you look sexy in them, Sonic? I especially love this one!" she grinned, holding up a pic of Sonic, fully dressed in her clothes, with one hand on his head, one hand on his hip, and a sexy smile on his face.

"What do you want from me, Rouge?" Sonic demanded with a sigh, cutting straight to the chase. Rouge pouted as she slipped the photos into a brown envelope.

"You're no fun... anyway, as I mentioned, I need you to fill in for an act tonight at Club Rouge."

"Doing WHAT?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Singing." she stated plainly. "Just singing."

Sonic raised an eyebrow. "I... uh... oh. That doesn't actually sound so bad."

Rouge's pink lips spread into a grin, showing her fangs. "So you'll do it?"

"Sure, I guess. I'll do it!" Sonic smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Wonderful!" Rouge giggled happily. She stepped forward, planting a kiss on Sonic's cheek... followed by a rag pressed over his nose and mouth.

"Mmph!? Mmoumph...!!" Sonic cried, as he inhaled the chemicals it was soaked in and slowly dozed off.

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Sometime later, Sonic's eyes slowly opened. The last thing he remembered was Rouge pressing a rag to his face, and then darkness. What was wrong with that woman? He already said yes, she didn't need to drug him...

An irritated sigh escaped his lips as he looked around. He seemed to be lying on a bed, in a pretty plain looking room. There was a door, a bedside cabinet, a closet and a vanity table, the mirror of which was heart-shaped and decorated with lights. This seemed a little plain to be Rouge's bedroom... where was he, he thought to himself as he sat up...

...and immediately felt weight on his chest. A VERY FAMILIAR weight on his chest. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Sonic slowly looked down at himself, and his fears were confirmed.

Immediately, the blue blur jumped off the bed, and stumbled almost immediately from the shoes on his feet. He caught himself on the edge of the vanity table, looking at himself in the mirror. And screamed.

The first thing that caught his attention: breasts. Once again, a pair of huge false boobs had been adhered to his chest. All the atrocious memories of his encounter in Rouge's home came rushing back to him as he stared at them, and that caused him to notice two major things: one, that these falsies were not covered in any form of bronzer or makeup or anything. Instead, their shiny, obvious fake colour was revealed, contrasting with his own furless chest. If anyone saw them, it would be obvious they were fake. And two, they were bigger than the ones Rouge's machine forced onto him. MUCH bigger.

However, that was only the tip of the iceberg. His regular gloves and shoes were gone; instead, his arms were coated in white silk up past his elbows, the opera gloves very nearly reaching his shoulders, with tight gold bracelets around his wrists that reminded him of a certain pink hedgehog. Instead of his usual sneakers, his feet were adorned by a pair of hot pink pumps with pointed toes and tall stiletto heels. Climbing up his legs from the shoes were a pair of similarly hot pink fishnet stockings which stood out against his bright blue fur.

And that led to the next part of the nightmarish ensemble; he was wearing a dress. At least last time he was wearing pants due to Rouge's jumpsuit, but this time he was garbed in a tight strapless minidress (hot pink, naturally) that he could barely move his legs in. The skirt was so short that the tops of his stockings were visible, and the bodice, rather than completely covering his false bust line, cupped it and pushed it up, making them seem even bigger.

That was just his clothing. In the mirror, he saw his eyelids had been painted the same pink as he rest of his outfit, giving them a feminine shine, and long black eyelashes extended out from them. His ears had been pierced, and a pair of golden hoop earrings inserted into the holes. Finally, around his neck was a choker that was as bright and pink as the rest of the outfit, with glittery silver sequins that spelled out the word "Sonique" in a cursive font. She had left his quills alone this time, but Sonic wasn't certain if he should be thankful for that; between his spiky quills, blue fur and obviously fake boobs, it was painfully clear to anyone who he really was.

"Well, well..." the sultry tone of a certain bat came from the doorway, attracted by Sonic's scream. "It seems someone discovered her new look..."

"Rouge!" the pink-clad hedgehog yelled. "What have you done to me!?"

"Why, I simply got you ready for your big debut tonight, darling! You DID say you would fill in at my club..."

"Yeah, as a singer! You never said anything about... about THIS!"

Rouge smirked and strutted over, her hands on her hips. "Oh, darling, don't you get it? The act I needed filled..." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "...was the drag act."

Sonic's eyes went wide and his mouth hung open. So that was why she went to all the trouble to make him so stomach-wrenchingly feminine, but made sure he was just masculine enough to be recognized. Rouge immediately burst into laughter.

"Oh, Sonique, darling, you had better not let the boys see you with your mouth like that! They might get the wrong idea!"

'Sonique' clamped his mouth shut and let a low growl emanate from his through. "My name is Sonic, and you damn well know it!" he yelled, stamping his foot in anger. Unfortunately, his high heeled shoes just resulted into a loud click against the floor and made his false breasts bounce, taking away any intimidation the motion might have had and just made him look like a spoilt primadonna.

"Uh huh, whatever, hun." Rouge smirked, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, you're on stage in two minutes."

"Two minutes?" Sonic scoffed. "Well, shot yourself in the foot there. How do you expect me to learn any lyrics or anything in two minutes?"

Rouge just grinned devilishly. "Oh, don't worry about that... being a secret agent has it's perks..." she chuckled and ran a finger over his choker. "Like all the advanced tech you can steal if you're careful. Now..."

She whipped out a small remote and pressed a button on it, causing Sonic to suddenly stand up straight. He tried to demand what she was doing, but his mouth refused to move. Rouge grinned as she draped a white feather boa around Sonic's shoulders.

"...time for your big debut!" she laughed, as Sonic began walking out of the room against his will. Whereas beforehand he could barely stand in the stilettos on his feet, he suddenly found himself walking in them without a problem. He tried to scream for help, but whatever Rouge  done to him made him unable to even speak to the stagehands he passed, a couple of them predictably chuckling at the sight of him.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen..." he heard Rouge's voice announce over the speakers, as one of the stagehands handed him a microphone, same hot pink as his outfit. "...please put your hands together and welcome on-stage: Miss Sonique Le Herrison!"

Sonic tried desperately to will his legs to move as the curtain raised, but again they remained still as his face formed a wide smile. Finally his legs began to move, but instead of fleeing as he had hoped he instead began to walk forward, his heels clicking on the stage and his hips swaying with every step. The entire crowd was silent as they took in the image of Sonic the Hedgehog, dressed in something that even Amy and Rouge were too butch to be seen in.

The silence didn't last, as familiar music began to play from the speakers, and Sonic raised his microphone up to his lips.

"Ah, ah, fire, fire..." he sang softly as he leaned forward slightly, almost as if trying to show off his faux bust. His free hand began to run down his hip, as he cocked it out seductively. "Ah, ah, fire, fire..."

Seeing that he was being serious now, the crowd immediately reacted with a combination of laughing, applauding, cheering, jeering and whistling. A few of them got their phones and cameras out to record his performance. "Ah, ah, fire, fire..." he continued to sign, as he began to strut across the stage. That's right, strut, his hips swaying and his butt wiggling despite his mental commands. "Ah, ah, fire, fire..."

He stopped, but that was only because he had reached one of the speakers on-stage. He placed one hand on it's flat surface as he leaned across it, his upper arms pushing his breast forms together and enhancing his unwanted cleavage, as he bent one knee and raised a high heeled leg, thrusting his butt out at the same. "Naaa, na naaa, na naa..."

By this point, the entire crowd was going wild, clearly loving what he was doing but for very different reasons. He straightened up and continued to sing and dance on the stage.

"I got out my map and chose a place I wanted to go to..."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

~Ding dong!~

"Tails, can you get that?" Sonic called from upstairs.

"Sure..." Tails chuckled as he got up off the couch to answer the door. A quick exchange of signature for parcel, and Tails took the box upstairs. He grinned as he knocked on Sonic's door, awaiting an answer. He never got tired of what he saw every time the door opened, as Sonic peered out.

He was wearing makeup. He was wearing perfume. He was wearing high heels.

"Thanks, Tails..." Sonic said with a forced smile as he led Tails into his room. He slowly walked across the hot pink shag carpeting, taking a seat on his purple silk bedsheets and crossing his legs.

"Do you want me to open it for you, Sonique?" his 'little bro' chuckled as he sat the parcel on Sonic's vanity table.

"Please, darling." Sonic said, struggling not to flinch. "I just did my nails."

The twin-tailed fox shook his head, laughing as he opened the parcel. Sonic sighed quietly. After the show, Rouge had delivered to Sonic an ultimatum; either he met her three demands, or she would shift the nanobots she used to control his body into overdrive, essentially making him "Miss Sonique" permanently. Her demands were "simple".

1. He would need to live as Sonique for 4 weeks. He would need to wear women's clothing, make up, high heels, look the part, act the part, and overall LIVE the part, as the hot pink wall paper of his ultra-feminized room could attest.

"Whoa..." Tails gasped as he pulled out the sheer pink lingerie in the box. His cheeks went red and he quickly stuffed it back in as Sonic rolled his eyes. Which brought him to demand numero deux.

2. During these 4 weeks, he had to order at least 1 full outfit per day. Apparently she had hacked his account and knew how much money he had in his life savings, and so she gave him no financial support for this demand, even threatening to freeze his account if she caught him spending it on anything else.

"Thanks, Tails sweetie..." Sonic said in as chipper a tone as he could manage, as he approached his vulpine companion and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"No problem, Sonic..." Tails said with a blush as he hurried out. Now alone, Sonic sighed and buried his head in his nicely manicured hands as he remembered her final, and by far the worst demand.

3. Twice a month, Sonic would perform at Club Rouge as Miss Sonique. By his own free will. And he had to wow the audience; if he half-assed it, it was as good as not doing it at all.

~~Ring ring! Ring ring!~~

Great. Just what he needed. He gave a resigned sigh as he picked up his phone, already knowing who it was. "Hello?"

"Sonique, darling!" Rouge giggled on the other end. Sonic grimaced, but tried to stay in character.

"Hey there, Rouge honey!" he greeted. "How can I help you?"

"Oh, just giving you a ring to see how you're... adjusting." Sonic could practically hear the smirk she was making.

"I'm adjusting just..." He swallowed nervously before continuing. "...just FABULOUSLY, darling!" he finally managed.

"Good, good..." she chuckled evilly. "Oh well, I won't keep you. Oh! And just some helpful advice? Make sure you practice your routine. My nanobots won't be helping you this time, so you'd better get used to dancing in high heels and tight dresses quickly. Toodles..."

There was a click followed by the dial tone, and Sonic rubbed his temples with his pretty fingers. He felt like crying. He was trapped.

With nothing else to do, he reluctantly rose to his high heeled feet and began to sway his body, trying to get a feel as to how his weight shifted on stilettos.

"Tap the rhythm against the floor... to look for another door..." he sang. Looks like he wasn't going to get to relax after all.


After the humiliating incident at Rouge's house, Sonic receives a phone call from the white bat for help at her club. Unfortunately for the blue blur, he has no idea what she has planned for him.

Here it is, the sequel to Sonic's New Look. And you know what that means; I can finally stop saying I'll do it and then never get around to it! :D

For those interested, here's the song that "Sonique" sings for his performance:…

Please check out the New Look Series TV Tropes page:…

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Tai was definitely not looking forward to school today. This wasn't unusual for the third year Junior High student, but today, it was Tuesday. Yesterday, July the 18th, had been bad for him and the other boys in the soccer team. Yesterday had been bad enough...

On Monday, entering the school, he shuddered at seeing a girl grin in an almost feral manner when he passed. He had dark visions when he noticed two others glancing at him and giggling.

He jumped out of his skin when someone spoke behind him as he was putting his shoes in his locker.

"Hiiii Taichiiiii" A voice sing-songed behind him, terrifying him to the core.

"S..Sora... hi..." He stammered, not turning around.

"So.... Did you hear the score?" She said gleefully


"Oh good. So... You know what that means don't you?"

He turned, face pale.

"Do we really have to do this? You know I wasn't..."

"Oh, but you're Team Captain, Tai. You signed off on the bet. You didn't like it. You did have confidence in the superiority of the fairer sex... But you're Team Captain. You have to wear that armband and lead your troops..."

"...Okay. But try to have them go easy on me? Please?"

Sora giggled.

"Oh, I'll try, Tai, but... some of the girls are really looking forward to getting their hands on that hair of yours... don't worry, they'll be very gentle with you even if they're not merciful."

Tai gulped.

"Me and the girls will all see you tomorrow!" She taunted as she walked away.

Back to Tuesday. Doomsday. None of the boys had chickened out, he was a little proud to note, but... he knew second thoughts were rampant as he trudged in. More girls were staring and giggling on his walk to class.

After register, Tai met with his demoralised team, including Daisuke. All thirty players, first team, substitutes and reserves, of the Odaiba Junior High Boys Soccer Team trudged like men on death row to meet the other team.

The destination was one of the girls locker rooms, not in use until the period after break, but what was to take place had the amused blessing of the faculty. The blessing given went to the point the first period for the sports teams was freed for them to fulfil the bet the boys had lost. Coursework they missed was to be homework.

All twenty-seven players of the Odaiba Junior High Girls Soccer Team awaited, along with all sixteen cheerleaders, and one member of the Photography Club.

"...Why is she here?!" Tai pointed.

"What a way to greet your sister, Taichi..." A cheerleader rolled her eyes.

Hikari simply grinned.

"Why else would I be here? I want to see what you look like after the girls are done... Oh, and they want some pictures of course. Don't worry, I'm staying outside the locker room all the time..."

Tai muttered something about sororicide. A nearby girl lightly punched him on the arm as all of the girls outside the locker room began to surround the boys, preventing escape.  Twelve of the girls were inside, it seemed.

"Quit stalling, Kamiya! Captain leads the way!" One of the girls team defenders said, yanking the hapless Team Captain and shoving him towards the door.

His teammates muttered prayers for him.

"Oh, yeah, thanks guys..." He said as he was yanked away.

They were apparently to go in groups of ten, and he was among the first... four other poor souls were dragged away as well.

The five boys were relieved to see that a teacher would oversee it all at least. It was the female phys ed coach, but she was still a teacher.

The girls locker room was divided into three sections by walls that meant that there were two exits, one at the near wall and one at the far wall, to reach the showers and toilet cubicles. The showers were on the left, the benches were on the walls and a number of lockers normally stood on the far and near walls except beside the door. The second dividing wall blocked off access to the toilet cubicles.

Today, though, a number of screens split the locker room in half.

"Okay, boys You will remove your clothes in one of the tencubicles there..." Sora said, pointing towards the toilet cubicles.

She and eleven other girls were present, including six of the cheerleaders. Surprisingly to the boys, the girls all had their school swimsuits on.

"Why are you in swimsuits?" One of the boys asked.

"Well, when we wash your hair after your shower..." A girl began. Sora silenced her.

"...As I was saying, remove your clothes in there, and put them neatly into the bags inside. The bags have name tags, swimsuits and towels, which should be removed before you put your clothes in them. Put the suits on, write your names on the tags, and walk through to the showers..." Sora grinned as a couple of the other girls giggled.

"They're girls swimsuits aren't they?" One boy groaned. The girls giggled and nodded.

"Now, you can shower with whatever you like, there's a nice selection of very flowery and girly gels on a tray outside the little screens we've set up. It's not we don't trust you but we want to make sure you fellas are nice and clean for the next part. Don't bother with your hair. We'll explain what happens next after the washing... Oh, be quick. We only have an hour."

With some grumbling, the boys did as they were told. Tai was mortified at the sight of the School Swimsuit he would have to wear, even though he knew it had been coming...

Upon leaving, ten giggling girls took the bags from the boys, pledging they'd get them back when they were all ready.  They walked into the showers, and cleaned off, still wearing the swimsuits. The giggling girls had put their bags up ahead and the boys were horrified to notice that there were ten other showers, and another tray with many shampoos. Ten girls remained, two others went to prepare for the next group.

"Guess what happens now, guys?" Sora beamed.

The girls promptly had them make choices between a range of very girly scents. The boys were subjected to five minutes of washing, and then led into the half of the locker rooms that had been screened off. More screens were here covering half of this side, but ten stools and ten hair dryers lay waiting. As did a large supply of hair decorations.

One boy whimpered in horror.

"Now we'll dry, style... and once you're done, we'll wax. You guys have some hairy legs, chests, and armpits among you... but not for long."

The boys, as a group, shuddered in fear.

"Don't worry, they stopped Aiko from having you get Brazilians..." Sora let them know.

After some quick blow drying and not-too-gentle brushing. Each boy was directed to sit on a small stool, and had at least one ribbon or hair decoration put in. Tai was mortified to find his long hair manipulated into a ponytail.

The next ten were being pulled in, two other girls having prepared ten more bags for them.  They were having the sight of the others halfway in concealed from them, but the girls had timed it. Fifteen minutes gone, and it was time for the next stage before the boys were almost ready.

"...How much does this hurt?" Tai asked Sora.

"...A lot." She said honestly, as the girls applied the wax strips.

The ten boys now undressing heard the howls and shuddered. They would be showering as the waxing of the previous group ended, in time to meet the ten girls coming to wash their hair.

Eventually, after some considerable screeching, the boys were waxed. The girls then subjected them to a barrage of perfume and deodorants, making them all smell very feminine.

"Last step. Go behind these screens, into the cubicles. There are towels in there, and your uniforms... and socks , and underwear... ladies." Sora leered.

The boys trudged past, seeing that the other half of the screened-off room held their bags behind more screens.  Tai was not too surprised, but not too happy, at the uniform.

The white short sleeved blouse, blue summer skirt, and green neckerchief of the girls uniform. And the nightmarish white socks and underwear.  Oh, and a note to let the boys know how to put on a certain part of the underwear, complete with a warning any bra left behind would result in a punishment...

There were also two extra pairs of socks each, rolled up. Their purpose was obvious.

"Well, you've faced worse than this, Tai..." He sighed to himself...

The ten who were ready were directed to stay behind the screen. The others were being waxed shortly after, and then there were twenty embarrassed boys in girls uniforms. One of the ten newcomers opened his back and pulled out his soccer shorts.

Ninteen pairs of eyes glared at him.

"...None of you guys.... Aw, hell..." He moaned, putting them back in a show of solidarity.

Then there were thirty, and they were to be led back out. The twelve girls began to clear up, smiling and giggling as the boys trudged out...

"Now, pose for the photo, boys!" Kari said, the girls outside ensuring the boys were corralled into the right grouping for it.

Tai muttered about sororicide once again.

"Okay, girls! Let's all head back to class... Come with me, Taichiko." Sora teased, pulling her friend with her.

"We have to wear these all day?" Tai moaned.

"Yup. And all the way home. That was the bet. Don't you wish you guys had just decided to say the Women's Team could win the World Cup?"

"I said they could, Sora!"

The redhead smiled softly.

"I know. But you make a really cute girl... And I'm not supposed to tell you this but since you guys were such good sports, the girls are going to do their forfeit as well tomorrow..."


"Yup. All of us wearing just our swimsuits the whole day..."

Tai was quiet for a moment.

"...Where did you guys get those other swimsuits and these uniforms?"

"They were all spares the team gave up. You guys can all keep them...." Sora smirked, as they neared their classroom.

Tai paused.

"...Well, uh..." He began, only for Sora to open the door and shove him in.

"Ladies first!" She said, loud enough for the class to hear.

Tai had expected the laughter of course.

He had not expected concerned whispers from girls and boys throughout the rest of the day worried that he looked cute dressed as a girl...
This is an extremely random idea that came to me as I noticed that the Japanese Womens team had won the Football (Soccer to Americans) World Cup on penalties. It was another silly idea that just had to be done. :)

Tai and the boys Soccer team have made a mistaken bet... And they must now pay the price to the winners - the girls Soccer team...

(The specific bets, by the way, for those curious, was for the boys to dress as girls if the women's team won the final, and for the girls to wear their swimsuits the whole day if they lost.)
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I could hardly look at myself, other than my face you'd of thought I was a sweet innocent little girl. And that was the worst thing of all, the fact that my face still looked like any other boys' made it all the more humiliating. If anyone was to see me like this they'd probably think that I wanted to dress like that because I was a little sissy.

Gathering all the courage I had I took the decision to go downstairs. Louise was  sat in the living room watching TV, "Well don't you look adorable! That dress fits you perfectly". "Do you not have any boy clothes that I could wear? Or anything even alittle less girly?" I responded. "Sorry Philip, the only other clothes are mine which will be far too big for you. The clothes your wearing belong to my niece who sometimes likes to stay here every few weeks". "Could we not go out and buy some? I don't want to be stuck in this stuff all week". "And what exactly is wrong with Abby's choice of clothing? And besides I think it looks beautiful on you. You look very cute, I don't see why you shouldn't wear this sort of clothing all of the time! You've defiantly got the build for it". Just before I could reply I heard the front door open, "I'm home". "Oh that'll be my daughter Melissa".

My heart sunk, I had no idea she had a daughter and that there was another person living here with us. I was planning on staying in the house all week where nobody could see me, but this was about to be blown out of the water! "Melissa this is Philip who I was telling you about, he forgot his clothes but he's going to borrow Abby's things for the week. But he has just told me he doesn't like Abby's clothes and wants me to buy him some new ones. What do you think?". "I don't see the problem to be honest, Abby's clothes are very pretty and they you so perfectly it'd be a waste of money for us to get you something new". I didn't know what to say, I sat down on a chair in disbelief of what situation I found myself in. After a minute of two Melissa approached me and sat beside me, "what's the matter? Do you not want to wear a dress? I don't know why this is such a big deal. Both me and my mum are feminists and don't think that dresses should be restricted to just girls. If guys and girls can both wear jeans and pants why can't it be the same with dresses and skirts? I'm sure you'll learn to love it, all boys should wear dresses more often". She ran her fingers through my hair and slid something in it as I stared into the floor.

For the next hour we sat together and watched TV. After an hour I got up to go to the bathroom. As I went to wash my hands I saw myself in the mirror and what Melissa had done to it. She had slipped in a bright pink girly bow matching the outfit, the bow made my hair look very girly and just as a small girl would wear it. As I came back into the living room Melissa immediately noticed that I removed the bow from my hair, "why have you taken your bow out? It's a part of your outfit and really completes the look". "I don't want to have a bow in my hair. I don't want to be wearing a dress. The only reason I'm wearing it is because there's no other alternative, I'm not going to wear anything extra thats feminine just because you think it looks nice". "I don't agree with you, you should wear the complete outfit, it'll do you some good to experience what it's like to wear different styles of clothing. Both me and Melissa don't believe that clothing should be limited to specific genders, and that if it fits you and it looks good then you should wear it".

"It's 10:00 and its time for bed, you go and get changed and I'll tuck you in". I went upto my room and managed to find just one item of nightwear, there was just a pink princess nightdress. The nightdress matched the bed sheet and went well with the room, I slid it over my head and got into bed. Louise knocked on the door and entered, "You look very sweet in your nightie, but with hair like yours you should have it tied back when you goto bed". She got a pink scrunchie and tied my hair into a ponytail, she kissed me on the head and left the room. "Goodnight princess" she said as she turned out the lights.

School is over and your parents are going away, for the week your to stay with Louise (A friend of your mothers). Unfortunately as you arrive at Louise's house you realise you've left your bags, leaving you with nothing but the clothes on your back......

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(Hello, this story contains heavy diaper and humiliation scenarios. If these kinds of things upset you then you should stop reading immediately, But for everyone else enjoy)

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD!!!!” screamed Natalie as she continued to chase the school’s local prankster James throughout the halls. “YOU BETTER HOPE I DON’T CATCH YOU”

James in the meantime couldn’t stop laughing as he clumsily ran through the halls with Natalie hot on his heels. He had just pulled off another successful prank by super gluing one of Natalie’s hands to a baby rattle and the other to a childish baby tambourine. He had done this by putting the items on her desk in class during the lunch break along with a note that said “For baby Nwatalie” Obviously this made Natalie very embarrassed when she got back to class and saw the baby items on her desk and she immediately picked them up to get rid of them but that was her fatal mistake. James you see had coated the babyish items in a special contact glue that would set instantly the second someone came into contact with it. Natalie only learned of her new predicament when she tried to let go of the embarrassing items and drop them into the bin. Needless to say James broke into a hysterical laughter as he watched Natalie shake and rattle her new baby items in a hopeless attempt to free herself.

“YOU BASTARD YOU DID THIS” yelled Natalie as she started to chase James out of the classroom with her face red with embarrassment.

Natalie continued to chase him throughout the school all the while her rattle and tambourine jingled and rattled increasing her embarrassment exponentially. Eventually though James gave Natalie the slip leaving the embarrassed girl fuming as she tried again to shake the embarrassing baby items loose, but they wouldn’t give an inch and Natalie swore that she was going to make James pay dearly for this.

We now join the story three weeks later, Natalie still had revenge on her mind especially after she had to make a very humiliating and embarrassing trip to a hardware store, so that she could buy the glue solvent she needed. Natalie had spent all her time planning her revenge, she worked hard each day sewing and stitching until the last part of her revenge was finally completed. The only part left now was to catch James in her little trap. Luckily for Natalie she wouldn’t have to wait long.

It was at lunch time the next day at school and James was busy setting up his next prank in the Home Ec class room. He was putting a large fake spider in one of the desks were one of the girls will surely get a big freight. What James didn’t know is that Natalie was stalking him ever since she got to school that day, just waiting for her chance to catch James all alone.

Natalie slowly snuck into the room and crept one agonizing step after another up to James before jumping on him from behind. Before James could even grasp what was going on Natalie had pulled a roll of packing tape out of her pocket and securely tied James’s hands and feet together before then wrapping the tape over James’s mouth and around his head several times silencing him completely. Natalie took great delight in watching James wiggle and struggle on the floor completely helpless and now she could finally begin her revenge.

Natalie went to collect her school bag that she left by the door and then dropped it on the ground next to the still struggling James. Natalie then opened her bag and started to pull out her revenge much to the wide eyed horror of James.

By the time Natalie had pulled out everything from her bag, James had begun to struggle profusely as he recognised that the things Natalie pulled out of her bag resembled a complete baby girl ensemble that worryingly looked to be made for his size,

“So then princess” said Natalie as she smiled wickedly while holding up a thick puffy white diaper in front of James’s eyes “I think a little revenge is in order, don’t you”

James obviously couldn’t reply he could only continue his pointless struggling. Natalie in the meantime had picked up a pair of scissors and got to work cutting off James’s school uniform leaving him wearing nothing but his birthday suit. James watched helplessly as Natalie dumped his now shredded clothing into a heap in front of him.

“Now for the fun part” said Natalie as she unfolded the fluffy white cloud that was trying to pass it’s self-off as a diaper and then tapped it securely around James’s behind, causing James to blush heavily. The diaper was obviously for little girls as it had pictures of little pink fairies all over it, along with the words “Fairy Pwincess” in bold pink letters right on front of it. Natalie though was far from done, as her wicked smile grew more while picking up a bottle of the same super glue, that James had used to embarrass her all those weeks ago.

James’s eyes went to the size of dinner plates when he saw it, but was powerless as Natalie took great delight in running the bottle around the waistband of the diaper, before letting it snap back into place against James’s waist. The diaper would now be a permanent fixture of James until he could get some glue solvent.

The next part was a little tricky for Natalie as she sat on James’s back and untied his feet. James tried to use this chance to get free but couldn’t get any leverage with Natalie sitting on his back.

“Oh dear my wittle pwincees is feisty today” said Natalie giggling as she grabbed one of James’s legs and slid up a pretty white stocking up it that was topped off with some frilly pink lace. Natalie then made sure to glue it into place before repeating the process with the other leg.

Once this was done she then reached across to grab two adorable bright pink Maryjane shoes that were even topped with two very girly little bows. Soon the shoes glued firmly onto each of James’s feet and then Natalie retaped his feet and got up off his back to prepare the next stage of James’s outfit.

Natalie was looking forward to this part the most as she picked up the ridiculously frilly pink baby dress that she had spent weeks sewing. The dress was in a classical baby style with a peter pan collar and big puffy sleeves that screamed girly girl. All that along with the big pink bow on the front of the dress, that met the super puffy skirt and very girly and fluffy sewn in petticoat, which was so short that his diaper would be on full display. Natalie wasn’t content just with that though and she went the extra mile to sew in little tiny jingly bells all over the dress, Natalie had remembered the annoying sound that stupid tambourine made and she felt that James should experience what she went through

Natalie then sat back down onto James’s back before pulling the dress over James’s head. Natalie then freed James’s hands and slid his arms through the puffy sleeves despite all of his struggles and then got to work buttoning up the back of the dress making sure to add some super glue to each button so that there was no way to take the dress off anytime soon.

James’s hands were still swinging widely through the air as he tried his best to get Natalie off his back, Natalie just giggled though at the sight before her as she grabbed a pair of frilly pink baby mittens that she tied onto each of James’s hands with the sewn in bows and of course to make sure they wouldn’t come off she added some more super glue.

Natalie then retied James’s hands behind his back and then steeped back to admire the sight before her. James was quite the sight in all his feminine frills, his useless struggling only made the bells of his frilly dress jingle playfully. His face was beet red with humiliation and what’s worse he knew that he was totally stuck in it.

“Awwwwwwww Pwincess looks so Pwetty in her cute little outfit” giggled Natalie as she continued to mock James “Maybe next time Pwincess won’t play such nasty pwanks” she continued as she playfully flicked James’s forehead with a loud giggle.

Natalie then grabbed a bright pink headband that was adorned with an oversized pretty pink bow and held it up for James to see.

“I’m afraid Pwincess doesn’t have very long hair” said Natalie as she ran the bottle of super glue on the underside of the headband “So this is going to have to do” she continued as she pressed the girly accessory firmly onto James’s head.

James tried his best to shake the girly nightmare off of his head but it wasn’t going anywhere and now the amount of humiliation he was going to receive was starting to sink in.

Natalie then picked up a large pink pacifier and it was pretty obvious to James where it was going to end up. Natalie pulled off the tape that was secured around James’s mouth and after coating the back plate of the childish pacifier with more glue she stuck it into James’s mouth, silencing him once again.

“And now for the best part Pwincess” said Natalie grabbing out a couple of items from her bag and then dangling them in front of James so that he could see them clearly.

James whimpered loudly into his pacifier as he recognised the items to be the childish baby rattle and tambourine that he had so cleverly glued to Natalie’s hands only weeks ago.

Natalie then dumped more glue onto the items and then untied James’s hands once again before wrapping each of his mittined hands around one of the humiliating items.

“I hope Pwincess understands the iwony of that” Natalie giggled as she watched James try to shake the humiliating objects out of his hands.

Natalie then untied James’s legs and started to repack her bag. Sensing that this was his opportunity to escape James tried to get up but found that the diaper was too thick and as he stood up he immediately fell back down to the ground, followed by the loud jingling of his dress.

“Oh dear, is Pwincesses diapiee too thwick” laughed Natalie as she watched James fall over, while his face turned a darker shade of red “Mommy made that diapee especially for you, I hope you enjoy it” she continued as she scooped up her bag off of the floor.

Suddenly the school bell rang, signalling that lunch time was over and Natalie made her way towards the classroom door, all the while giggling as she watched James continually fail to stand up.

“Well pwincess it looks like our time together is over” said Natalie opening the door “Have fun getting free, if you start crawling now you can reach the hardware store before closing time” she continued as she blew him a kiss and exited the door shutting it behind her.

James was in a full blown panic now as he realized that the girls that were coming for their Home Ec class would be here soon and he started crawling towards the classroom door so he could escape. The jingling bells playfully danced as he crawled towards the door as well as the rattling of his baby rattle and the embarrassing sound of the childish tambourine as continued to make his way towards the door.

Once James got to the door though he couldn’t reach the handle of the door and was forced to awkwardly stand up using the wall for as much leverage as possible but soon lost his balance and fell on his back leaving his diaper on full display, just as the door opened and the first of the Home Ec girls came into class.

James’s face went redder than a tomato, as the girls instantly broke into hysterics when they saw James in his adorable little outfit.

“Oh my god, look at the little Fairy Pwincess” laughed one girl pointing to the motif on the front of James’s diaper.

"Oh look at his adorable dress" laughed another.

"Has the wittle pwincess lost her mommy" giggled another

James had never been so humiliated in all his life as he got back up onto all fours and started to crawl out of the open door, why the girls continued to laugh and giggle and even some of them taking pictures on their phones. His embarrassment continued to grow though as he went out into the hall where more and more people noticed the fairy pwincess, as the bells on his dress continued to jingle while he crawled down the hall. By the time he made it out the front door of the school and started the long crawl into town towards the hardware store he was beet red with embarrassment and swore that he would never pull another prank as long as he lived.
Natalie in the mean time was walking out of the hardware store carrying multiple bags of glue solvent, She had in fact just bought all the glue solvent that the store sold and it wouldn't be until tomorrow that they would get more in. Natalie couldn't help but giggle while checking her phone and looking at all the pictures that were being uploaded to facebook about the fairy pwincess at school. "Damn" Natalie thought to herself as she started to make her way home "Revenge is just so Great"

Well there you go :) I really want to get back into writing and decided to start with this short and kinda predictable story :)

I'm horribly out of practise so I hope you can put up with my really bad spelling and punctuation :D

Hopefully I'll be a bit more creative in my next story so look forward to it and I hope you liked this one :) It was super fun to write and be a little bit silly again :) :) :) :) :)
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