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[#216] Chocolate for Halloween
🕑 Added 2019-10-31 01:51:04 +0000 UTCHalloween had always been my favorite holiday, not just for the candy or the dress-up times, but because mischief was all of a sudden completely okay. Mischief like parties, and pranks, and sneaking into haunted and abandoned boutiques on the top of spooky hills. I had my phone. I had my candy. And I was gonna be an instagram hit when I tried on some of those hundred year old dresses!
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I fiddled with the handle until the door creaked open. My friends were too chicken to come, but that was their loss! I closed the door quietly behind me and wandered through the dark, dusty room. It was cold in here, even for Halloween night! I could nearly see my breath. In and out, I reminded myself.
I leafed through the outfits with my fingers, wondering why the owner didn't take this stuff with her. Maybe she died, and her spirit was still haunting this very building! Or maybe she didn't have the money for a moving truck. I wasn't paying attention, but my fingers froze on one of the hangers. A dress... black. Sort of like cosplay, but sort of like a lolita maid? Oh yeah, my followers would love this thing!
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I could see the comments now - some would praise me, some would laud me, some would insist this was all fake and a grab for attention, and none of that mattered for even a second because all activity was good activity as far as the numbers were concerned. I put my camera down on the ground and began to undress, running fingers over the fabric of the dress - it felt... electric, almost. I was going to be so damn popular! In no time at all, I'd stripped out of my attire, I'd donned the garment, and my breathing was shallow. And I felt... cold.
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My hair was in pigtails. Had I done that? And the shoes on my feet weren't my own - I had changed them out for black buckle shoes. As I puzzled over my new clothes, a figure loomed in front of me. The shape of a man, with messy hair and a fancy suit. I should have been terrified! But I felt... calm. And then I felt myself lying down on the floor of the boutique, looking up in confusion and awe.
"What's... what's happening..."
"Shh..." he said to me, and lifted my dress, exposing my lacy pink panties. I should have screamed for help! I should pushed him away! But my mind felt trapped in my own body. I had no control at all!
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I was a passenger, a marionette, a strung up little puppet twirled around his fingers as he had his way with me. Had I been drugged? Was I going to be molested? My mind raced and then all of a sudden it lurched to a halt and I felt like my thoughts were in treacle. What. What was he doing? He was changing me. Changing me back, putting me in the diaper I belonged in.
Right?
Right!
No! Not right!
I tried to talk, found something between my lips stopping words from happening, and my thoughts swam and circled around the very peculiar new feeling being tugged up between my thighs.
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I sat up on my knees looking up at Daddy with fear and adoration. I sucked softly on my pacifier and felt a burning heat on my cheeks.
"Now that I've got you appropriately dressed," he said in a voice that was maddening and entrancing, "it seems only right that we have you use that diaper."
He reached his hand out and I felt a sickness twist in my stomach. An ache. And then, without an ounce of hesitation, I began to push the mess into the back of my new diaper. There was no going back now... I'd always be a little baby dolly on strings, and Daddy would always be pulling them.
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