The New Cherie: A Dr. Zaaijer Story Chapter 6-10 (Patreon)

Chapter 6

The day of the accident.

Cherie and Paul were brought to the same hospital.  Cherie had died.  The man who was in the other car was dead.  Paul had hit his head but he wasn't in too bad shape.  Paul was informed what had happened including the death of his little sister.  Distraught Paul couldn't help but scream with anguish, “Cherie is dead.  I killed her.  I'm a murderer I wish it was dead.  I killed my little sister and a man I didn't even know.  I don't deserve to live.  If I could give my life for hers I would.  Please god,  please god.”

The doctor gave the distraught teen an injection and he quickly fell unconscious.

Still unconscious a helmet was placed over Paul's head.  It recorded his brainwaves as he heard the same message repeated over and over, “Your name is Cherie.  You are a little girl.  You are two years old.”  A machine monitored his mind as the message was being played.  If Paul's mind rejected the information the helmet would shock the appropriate areas of the brain.  It would take a while before the machine would do it's work, but eventually, Paul would have no choice but to think his name was Cherie a two year old girl.

The doctor knew this.  But that wouldn't be enough.  He had to not only think that way, but act that way too.  It would take some time to convince his brain to be that of a little girl, but he could do it.  When the doctor was done, Paul would be gone and in his place would be Cherie.

A nurse came up to the doctor.  “Dr. Zaaijer why do you look so worried.  This man was responsible for two people's deaths.  He deserves this.”  The nurse was right.  This man would probably be charged and convicted of vehicular manslaughter.  He would spend years in jail.  Not to mention having to live with what he had done.  This was the best thing for all concerned.

“It's not that,”  Dr. Zaaijer told the nurse.  “I can't just tell him he is a two year old and he'll be one.  He has to be convinced and everyone has to go along with it.  But for it to stick his family has to help out.  They have to tell him he is 'Cherie.'  They have to treat him like a two year old.  The illusion can't be broken until it is totally set in.

We'll leave him in the machine for a few hours.  When his loved ones arrive, we'll tell them what has happened.  I'll convince them to help us.”

The machine finally indicated that there wasn't any resistance left in Paul's mind to the instructions he had been given.  Dr. Zaaijer woke Paul up.

“Hello, I don't know if you remember but you were in a car accident.  I'm your doctor.  I'm sure you will be fine but I need to ask you some questions.”

“OK.”

“Do you know your name?”

“My name is Cherie.”

“Great,” Dr. Zaaijer said pleased at the answer.  “How old are you Cherie?”

“I'm two.”

“Are you a boy or a girl?”

“I'm a girl.”

“That's enough for now.  You get some sleep.”

“Where is my mom and dad?”

“They'll be here soon.  Just get some rest and you will see them before you know it.”  Dr. Zaaijer knocked him out.

“Well he may say he is a little girl, but he didn't sound like one.”

:I know, we'll have to make him sound like a little girl.  When I remove what he had learned since being a toddler that will help.  But I'll also make him speak in a higher register.  It'll just take time.”

“You can do it.:

“I have also decided,” Dr. Zaaijer said mostly to himself ignoring the nurse's comment, “ to make him Daddy's little girl. I want him to show open affection for his father unlike any teenaged boy would.”

Paul was moved to Dr. Zaaijer's clinic.  Paul wasn't really in a coma, he was simply knocked out.  When his family left, Paul was moved back in the lab for more treatment with the helmet.  The recordings the family made were invaluable.  Everyone in his family telling him that he is a little girl.  Dr. Zaaijer just had to modify his behavior.

Once Dr. Zaaijer convinced Paul of his identity, then he had to remove anything that Paul learned since being a two year old.  Then he had to convince him to return to old habits like sucking his thumb and cuddling up with a stuffed toy.  Finally he had to teach him how to love to play like a child.

Dr. Zaaijer would show Paul the behavior he wanted and turned on the machine.  Sometimes he would use an old behavior to modify a new one.  Paul loved to drink, when Dr. Zaaijer was done with him he would love to suck his thumb every time he was stressed instead of wanting a drink.

But the most time consuming part of Paul's training wasn't making him forget fifteen years of what he had learned including most of his vocabulary.  What would be most time consuming was making him learn all the little things that a toddler does naturally.  How to hold a crayon or spoon in their fist not their fingers.  How to run like a toddler this their hands in the air to keep their balance as it they were still learning.  How to remove the internal filter in his mind that keeps his emotions off his face.  Teach him to giggle or cry with minimal provocation and to go from one to the other in less than a second.  There were many 'toddler-isms' that toddlers knew instinctively that had to be learned.  He had to appear like a toddler, not a retarded adult.  It was a delicate balance, but Dr. Zaaijer knew he could pull it off.

In a week it was time to see if these behaviors stuck in a controlled environment.  If Paul showed any signs of acting like a teen (or a boy, etc) Dr. Zaaijer would say that Paul needed his rest and bring him back for additional treatments.

In the end, the treatment worked as well as could be expected.  Paul thought he was Cherie (just as his entire family told him.)  He was released to go home.

Chapter 7

A couple of weeks after bringing Cherie home, Lea returned to Dr. Zaaijer's office with her.  Cherie's head was still bandaged from the alleged surgery.  Dr. Zaaijer had told Lea that she would obviously need to brink Cherie back for periodic tests and then eventually to get the bandages off Cherie's head.  Cherie's younger brother Steve was also in tow.

Lea and Cherie entered Dr. Zaaijer's office to perform certain tests.  Dr. Zaaijer asked Cherie some simple questions to make sure all was perfectly fine.  “What's you name? How old are you?  What is your favorite toy?  Who is this? (referring to Lea.)  When is bedtime?  (the answer to this one was When Mommy says so.)  All the normal questions with the appropriate answers of a two year old.

“Everything seems great, but I should take a cat-scan to make sure” Dr. Zaaijer told Lea.  “You wait here and I'll get to it.”

“Should I come?”

“No that won't be necessary.  But if there is a problem, I know where to find you.”

Cherie didn't need a cat-scan, of course.  She had never had any surgery.  The bandages were a fake.  But Dr. Zaaijer needed to get Cherie alone so he could attach her to his machine and probe what was going on.  He had to make sure it was as good as it seemed.  As suspected, everything was right on schedule, Cherie was acting and thinking just like a typical two year old girl.  Dr. Zaaijer was pleased.

Dr. Zaaijer returned to the outer office with a big smile on his face.  “You can take this little cutie home,” he announced.

“Doctor, I have something to ask you.”

“What?”

“I think we should do it in private.”

Dr. Zaaijer was apprehensive.  Although he didn't suspect a problem.  “OK, come into my office.”

“What's wrong?”

“It's not Cherie, but it's my youngest son.”

“Your youngest son?”

“Well Steve use to idolize Paul.  He used to follow him around and worship the ground he walked on.  He was also very affectionate with Cherie.  He used to play with her more than my other two boys.  Now he doesn't like to be in the same room with Cherie.

“I see.”

“He says that nothing is the matter, but I can tell.  Something is wrong.  I thought of bringing him to a psychiatrist.  I thought you might help or recommend someone.”

“Well there have been some big changes.  I can see how it might be hard on him.  Let me talk to him privately, I'll see if I can find out what the true problem is.”

“Thank you.”

Dr. Zaaijer was very pleased at the developments.  He planned on getting the whole family under his influence once things had stabilized with Paul.  But he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

The doctor ushered Steve into his office and with a practiced hand soon had Steve under his control.  Unlike Paul, he would use his standard form of hypnosis on Steve.

“Steve you must always tell me the truth and never hold anything back.”

“Yes.”

“If I tell you something, you know it's the truth and if you believed anything otherwise, you must change the way you think to make what I tell you the truth.  I always know what is right.”

“Yes.”

“Steve, your mother tells me you have a problem with Cherie.”

“Yes”

“What is the problem?”

“Well,” Steve began, “I was Paul's younger brother.  I always looked up to him.  I always wanted to be just like him.”

“Fine, but what does that have to do with Cherie?  Didn't you used to play with her too?”

“Yes, but it wasn't very much fun.  I played with her because everyone expected me to.  She was a little girl.  I didn't have anything in common with her.  It wasn't like I was a girl who likes to play with little children, especially little girls.”

“So?”

“Well now, Cherie looks like Paul.  I feel I should want to be just like him I mean her, but I really don't have anything in common with her.  It's all very confusing.”

“I see.”

“So it's best to just keep my distance.  I still play with her because that is what everyone expects from me.  But it feels strange.”

Dr. Zaaijer was ready to make some changes in how Steve felt.  “So let me get this right, the problem is you have always looked up to Cherie, but you have always felt you had nothing in common with Steve.”  Dr. Zaaijer purposefully reversed what Steve had told him.”

“Yes.”

“You have always looked up to Cherie, you wanted to be just like her but you knew you couldn't.  You wanted to wear her clothes but they wouldn't fit.  You wanted to play like she did but you thought people would think it was odd.  So you used to limit your time with her.  But you knew everyone expected you to look up to your brother, so you did, but you really know you didn't have anything in common with him.”

“That is exactly right.”

“Now, Cherie is more like you.  She wears clothing you can fit into.  She wears pretty dresses in your size, cute skirts and tops too.  Even her diapers you can fit into, you want to wear them all, but you think everyone would think it was strange if you did what you wanted.”

“Yeah.”

“She plays with toys you want to play with.  She lives in a room you wish you lived in.  She is everything you want to be.  She is allowed to do everything you want to do.  You wish you were accepted like she is.”

“That's it exactly.”

“I know it's hard to admit it, even to yourself, but you have to.  You want to be just like Cherie, you always have and you always will.  You want to be like a two year old girl.”

“I do.  I really do.”

“Well, you must stop looking at what has happened as a problem and start to look at it as an opportunity.”

“I do?”

“Yes, you want to spend more time with Cherie so you can be more like her.  You will do what she does as often as she does because that's what YOU WANT TO DO.”

“That's right.”

“You would prefer to be with Cherie than any of your own friends.  You were only with them in the first place because that is what people expected of you.”

“Right.”

“Now you have an excuse to be with Cherie.  You can and will tell your friends that you have to help out because of what had happened.  You can make it seem like it is something you don't want to do, but is forced upon you.  When in reality it is what you want to do most.  You can wear her clothes when you play with her.  If anyone asks you can tell them it's because you want Cherie to feel like she is like everyone else.  You can say you are playing with her for long periods of time because you are helping her.  But you are doing it because that is what you always wanted to do.  You will be as much like her as you can, hiding your true feelings by using what has happened to Cherie as an excuse.”

“I can.”

“You are free to do what you have always wanted to do.  You're very happy.”

“I feel as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.”

“I know you do.  If you have another problem, you can always talk to me.  I'll be here to help you.  Now let's go outside and tell your Mommy that we've worked it all out.”

“OK.”

Steve was happier now than he had been since this all started.  He had a plan now to do what he really wanted.  He didn't have to pretend anymore.  Well he would have to pretend a little with his 'friends' but at least now he could do what he wanted.  Steve followed Dr. Zaaijer out of his office.  Steve had a smile on his face.

“Well we reached a breakthrough,” Dr. Zaaijer informed Lea.  “Steve had a problem distinguishing between Cherie and Paul because of what happen.  But now he can let himself be himself with Cherie.  I'm sure they will become very close.  Just let him spend time with her and soon things will be as they should be.”

“Thank you, Dr. Zaaijer,” Lea said.

Steve thanked him too as they left.  Steve wanted to get home quickly.  He wanted to play like a two year old, now for the first time in his life he could do what he wanted and no one would say a thing.  They would all think it was great the closer he became with Cherie.  He would imitate her as much as he could and just say he was playing with her.

Chapter 8

Cherie ran out of the office.  Steve ran after her.  Steve grabbed Cherie's hand and they skipped down the hall towards the elevators.  Lea was pleased that Dr. Zaaijer could help so much.  Steve would have never done such a thing before.  But they seemed to be getting along so much better now.  Cherie pressed the elevator button and they waited for Mommy to arrive.

When they got to the parking lot, Lea was happy that Cherie was holding Steve's hand.  Two year olds couldn't walk through a parking lot without holding an adult's hand.  She was surprised when Steve took her hand making a chain.  But it pleased her nevertheless.

When they got to the car, Lea buckled Cherie into her car seat in the back.  Steve insisted that he sit in the back with her.  Steve wished that he could have his own car seat but he didn't say anything.


Lea got into the car herself and drove off.  She saw that in the back seat, Steve and Cherie were getting along so well.  Cherie was in her car seat looking out the window as she normally did.  In her arms was Brabra and in her mouth was her thumb.  Steve didn't have a stuffed animal to hug, but he did put his thumb into his mouth too.

“Whatcha doing?” Lea asked.

“Cherie's thumb looked so delicious I thought I would try it,” was his answer.  Then he gave Lea a wink, implying he was doing it for Cherie's benefit.  But in reality, he liked to suck his thumb every bit as much as Cherie did.  He was happier than Cherie since he was being allowed to do it.  Steve thought that as long as Cherie was around, “I can do all the babyish things I want and no one will say a thing.”

When they arrived home, Steve followed Cherie and Lea into Cherie's room.

“You can go, I”m going to change Cherie,” Lea told him.

“No I don't mind, I'll stay.  I should learn how to change a diaper anyway.”  Lea was very pleased.  Dr. Zaaijer is a miracle worker.  Steve never liked to watch when Lea changed Cherie in her old body.  Now he wanted to see how she did it.

Lea set out to change the diaper.  She did it slowly explaining all that was needed.  Steve watched intently.  But what was going through his mind wasn't how to change a diaper, but the wish it was him who was on the changing table having his own diaper changed.  He did try and take notice.  Maybe he would get a diaper on himself.  He wanted to wear a diaper, he wanted to use it just like Cherie.  But he couldn't get anyone to change him.  He would have to do it himself...when he had the opportunity.

After changing Cherie, Lea turned on the CD player in Cherie's room.  It contained a CD called “Toddler Favorites” which included songs like “I'm a little tea pot” and “The wheels on the bus.”  She put it on auto-repeat.

Lea was about to leave the room and close the baby-gate when Steve said, “I want to play with Cherie.”

“OK, have fun you two.”

“What about the gate?” Steve asked.

“If I close the gate you won't be able to get out.”  The baby gate was designed to keep Cherie in.  But since Cherie was taller and stronger like a teenager, once closed, even an adult couldn't get out from the inside.

“I don't mind.  I like spending time with Cherie.”

“Fine, then I'll turn on the baby monitor.  If you need to get out, call and I'll be right up.”

This suited Steve fine.  He wanted to be treated like a toddler anyway.

Cherie grabbed some toys and threw them on the ground to play with. Steve joined right in as if he was just her friend.  He was so happy that he could play like a toddler was, that he was smiling from ear to ear.  He even giggled several times without realizing.  But even if he did notice he wouldn't have cared.  It was just so much fun to play with simple toys.  He only wished that he was wearing something pretty like Cherie.  But he thought it was too soon to just start wearing her clothes.

While they were playing, Steve's phone went off.  He looked at the number and saw it was one of his friends, Bill. Steve was having so much fun with Cherie that he didn't want to talk with Bill but he decided he had to answer the phone.

“Hey dude,” Bill said, “How's it hanging?”

“”Pretty good.”

“I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over and hang with me.”

“I just can't,” Steve said trying to sound sincere.  “But with all that is going on, they want me to spend more time with Cherie.  It's been rough on her.  It's the least I could do.”  Steve didn't want to do anything with Bill.  He didn't know how to play right.  Steve would rather play with Bill's four-year old sister than with Bill.  At least he could play dolls with her.  But Bill didn't like the things that he liked.  He had to spend some time with boys 'his own age' so no one thought he was weird.  He would limit his time with them as much as possible.  With what had happened to Cherie he now had the perfect excuse (as Dr. Zaaijer pointed out to him.  Steve liked Dr. Zaaijer he was so insightful.)

“That's tough, if you change your mind give me a call.”

“I certainly will,” Steve told him even though he had no intention of calling Bill again.

After playing with Cherie a while longer, Steve realized he had to pee.  He decided to hold it in.  Dinner was in fifteen minutes and Mommy would let them out then.  But to Cherie Steve said, “You don't know how lucky you are.  You can just go anytime you want.  You don't have to stop playing.  I wish I wore a diaper like you.”

Fifteen minutes later, Lea let them out of Cherie's room.  Steve went straight for the bathroom.  One  day he hoped he wouldn't have to.  “Diapers were so much better,” he thought.

Chapter 9

Steve quickly went to the bathroom.  He was undecided whether to pee standing up like a boy or sitting down like a girl.  He wanted to be like a two year old girl, but they didn't do either, they peed in their diaper.  He supposed that since they wore diapers, little two year old girls stood up while they peed, at least they didn't sit down just to pee, so he peed like a boy standing up. He just wished he was wearing a diaper.

Dinner was being served when he got to the dinette.  Cherie was sitting at the table with everyone else, except she was wearing a bib.  Lea had cut Cherie's meat into pieces and gave her a sippy cup.  Steve sat next to her.

“Can I have a sippy cup too?” Steve asked.

“A sippy cup?”

“Yeah, Cherie shouldn't be the only one at the table who uses one.”

Lea saw how well Steve and Cherie got along today and was happy at their bonding.  It was continuing at the table and Lea wanted to encourage it.  “Sure, if that's what you want.  Do you want a bib too?”

Steve wanted to say 'Yes' immediately. But he didn't want to seem too eager.  “Maybe you should, you know what a messy eater I am,” Steve said as if it was a joke.

Steve wanted his mom to cut his meat for him too, but he thought that would be pushing it.  While Mom went to get a sippy cup and a bib,  Steve cut his meal into small pieces just like Cherie's.  He planned to use his hands to eat it too.

Lea got the cup and the bib and gave them to Steve.  Steve had to fill the cup and put on his bib himself.

Steve tried to imitate how Cherie was eating.  Cherie didn't have any utensils except a spoon.  She leaned forward so her face was closer to the food and used the spoon to scoop it up and bring it into her mouth.  Steve did the same in an exaggerated manner which seem to encourage Cherie to eat faster.  When Cherie took a drink from her sippy cup, Steve did the same.

Lea was amazed.  Steve had mostly avoided Cherie since the accident.  Now he was bonding with her.  Lea silently thanked Dr. Zaaijer for doing such a great job on Steve and everything else.  She felt so lucky to have found Dr. Zaaijer when she needed him most.  She didn't know any other doctor could have helped her and her family so much as he had.

After dinner, Lea put a video on for Cherie and Steve watched it with her.  He got down on the floor right in front of the TV next to her and watched.  Lea cleaned up after dinner.

“Time to get ready for bed,” Randy announced.

Steve decided that he should have Cherie's bedtime too.  Randy got Cherie ready for bed.  Sadly, Steve had to do it for himself.  While Randy was preparing Cherie for bed by brushing her teeth and hair in the bathroom, Steve snuck into Cherie's room and stole a diaper.  He planned on wearing it to bed.  It wouldn't be seen while he was under the covers and he could remove it before leaving his room in the morning.

Steve had finally gotten his own room.  Before the accident, Steve and his brother Ryan used to share a room.  Paul the oldest had his own room and Cherie slept in her own room.  But after the accident, Paul (now Cherie) slept in Cherie's room.  Ryan took Paul's unused bedroom and Steve got a room all to himself.

Steve laid upon his bed and tried to put the diaper on as his mother had shown him.  He also had to hurry and get under the covers in case anyone would enter his room.  He did it the best he could for a first try and then put his pajamas over his diaper.  He wished he could wear one of Cherie's nightgowns, but he couldn't risk it.  The diaper would be safely hidden under his covers, but the nightgown pattern could be seen unobscured by the covers.  He got into his bed and under the covers and waited.

Steve had hooked up one of the baby monitor's receivers in his room.  He could hear everything that was going on in Cherie's room.  He got into bed when Cherie did.  Then he waited.  Lea entered Cherie's room and read her a story.  Steve through the monitor could hear the story too.  He imagine he was a little girl listening to the story from Mommy.  Soon he was asleep just like Cherie.

The next day, he disposed of his diaper without anyone noticing.

As the days went by, Steve spent many hours with Cherie just so he could do the things that she did.  He loved playing with the dolls and her other toys, watching her videos and listening to her music.  He wanted to be closer to Mommy and have her put him in diapers and pretty dresses, roll him around in strollers, give him a bath and all the other things she did exclusively with Cherie.  Despite that, Steve was never jealous of Cherie.  He idolized her.

During dinner, Lea said to  Steve, “I have something to tell you. Tomorrow, your dad and I won't be home for dinner?”

“Oh, why is that?”

“Well everyone here knows that Cherie is Cherie.  But the government still thinks of her as a boy named Paul.  We have to have her legal status changed.  We have to change her name to Cherie, change her sex to female and make her a minor again.  To do this, we, I mean your dad and I, have to take Cherie to see a psychologist and a lawyer.  They have to examine her and submit the proper paperwork to the government.  Tomorrow will be our first meeting with them.”

“I see.”

“Since you father has to come, it'll be after work.  So Cherie and I will meet him in their office.  We shouldn't be home when you get back from school.  Pick up a pizza or something from McDonalds for dinner.”  Lea gave Steve some money for dinner.

“OK, no problem,” Steve said nonchalantly.  Steve knew that his brother wasn't going to be home tomorrow either.  He would have the entire house to himself.  Inside Steve was jumping for joy.  He could go into Cherie's room and for the first time not only wear her diapers, but also wear her dresses.  He could play with her toys any way he wanted.  He could watch her videos in the living room while wearing her clothes.  He could even wet his diaper if he wanted and then change himself.  There was so much he could do.  Suddenly Steve couldn't wait for tomorrow.  But outwardly all he did was drink his drink from his sippy cup and pick at his food with his hands.

Steve couldn't concentrate he was so excited.  He even dropped his sippy cup totally by accident.  After dinner, he went to play with Cherie in the living room, but he couldn't concentrate on the video that was playing.

It became so obvious that  Lea asked,“What's wrong?”

“Oh, I have something I need to take care of tomorrow...” Steve said and then after a beat he continued, “...at school.”

Soon it was time to get to bed.  Steve observed his usual routine, just as Cherie did.  He even put on a diaper, but even though he had been doing it for days, it took him longer than usual.  In bed, he waited to hear his mother's bedtime story through the baby monitor.  But unlike all the other times, he just couldn't drift off to sleep.

He got up early and got dressed.  He just couldn't wait to return home again so he could have the entire house to himself and live out all his toddler dreams.  He was determined to drink a lot during the day and not use the bathroom once.  He wanted to get a chance to pee in a real diaper and then change himself.  He wished it was his mother who was changing him, but he could pretend.  That is what toddlers did, the pretended frequently.

The day dragged for Steve.  He couldn't concentrate in any of his classes.  He just had to wait until the day was over.  When it was finally time, he ran out of school and got home as fast as he could.  When he got there, Mom and Cherie were still at home.

“Mommy, I thought you had something to do with Cherie?”

“Yeah honey, we are leaving in a few minutes.  But I don't have to be there until 5:30 then dad is out of work.”

Steve had to wait a few minutes more.  Then he realized he had to pee.  But he refused to go.  He wanted to pee in a diaper for the first time since he was a really a toddler.  He went to his room.  He needed his mother to leave, but he couldn't force her.  He was also too preoccupied to play with Cherie or do anything else.  Although he could hear the toddler tunes coming over the baby monitor.  Then he heard his mother enter Cherie's room and get her ready for the trip.  She changed her diaper, put her in a pretty dress including tights which Cherie rarely wore and shoes to go outside.

It didn't take very long to get Cherie ready, but every minute was excruciating to Steve.  Finally she was gone.

Steve ran into Cherie's room.  He was as excited as a toddler who was given a puppy.  He ripped off all his clothes.  The first thing he had to do was get on the diaper.  He wanted to do it right this time.  Lay on a real changing table and pretend that it was Mommy who was changing him.  But he had to pee bad.  It would only take him a second to go to the bathroom and do it, but he wanted to do it in his diaper like a real toddler.  He opened the diaper in his hand and then imagined his Mommy telling him to lift his butt.  He did as he imagined she commanded.  Then he placed the diaper under him.  He made sure to center it before lying back on it.  He then fastened the left side of the diaper with the adhesive tab.  Then he pulled the diaper taut  and then fastened the other side.  With the diaper pressing upon his penis he felt he didn't need to pee as urgently as before.

During the changing process, Steve's penis remained perfectly flaccid.  He was excited to wear the diaper freely in the house, but he wasn't getting any sexual thrill by doing so.  It was like a boy who had heard about a roller coaster getting to ride one for the first time.  It would be fun and exciting, but that hadn't anything to do with sex.

Steve imagined his Mommy telling him to get down and he got off the changing table.  He was happy to have the diaper on him.  Then he decided to put on plastic panties over his diaper.  He had never worn them before, but he hadn't any plans to use the diapers as they were intended before either.  He imagined his Mommy saying, “Step,” and he lifted his leg to put it on.  Then the other one.

Finally he found a dress he liked from Cherie's closet.  He tried to force himself to imagine that it was his dress, not Cherie's.  Just as he imagined that the diapers and plastic panties were his also.

Fully dressed in his diaper, plastic panties and dress, Steve grabs some dolls, left Cherie's room and headed to the living room.  He wanted to watch one of the toddler videos while dressed as a toddler. There was already a video in the DVD player so he simply turned it on.  He wanted to watch it while playing with his dolls.  But he didn't need to bring the dolls with him, there were plenty of toys already strewn around the living room floor.  One of the 'toys' was a Paw Patrol Foot-to-Floor Ride-On ATV.  It was designed for toddlers, but it was in a size big enough for adults.  Steve didn't know where Mommy had gotten it, but it was perfect.  He could propel himself across the living room while watching the video just like a toddler would do.  Steve got on the vehicle and did just that.

Now that he was engaged in his toddler activities, Steve tried to relax his bladder.  He wanted to pee himself like a real toddler. But he also didn't want to push the pee out with his own muscles like an adult.  He wanted it to be natural.  He tried not to think about it, but he couldn't help it.  Soon while pushing himself around the room on his ride-on a little pee escaped his penis.  Then a little more, then a little more..  Soon he soaked his diaper.  Steve didn't know it yet, but he was fortunate that he wore the extra protection of the plastic panties or his leaking diaper would have gotten his dress and the floor wet too.

Once he was done, Steve was about to simply change his diaper.  But then he thought that a toddler wouldn't do that.  They would wait until it got uncomfortable or until Mommy decided it was time for a change.  Steve determined to ignore his wet diaper and play for at least another half an hour before changing himself.

Steve sat in front of the video watching it with his thumb in his mouth which sitting upon the Ride-On.  He watched the video, but similarly to a real toddler, he wasn't processing what was going on.  It was just colorful noise in front of him.  He was more concerned with what was in his 'pants.'  It didn't feel uncomfortable.  Most of the wetness had been leached away from his body by the design of the diaper.  The pee in his diaper had a skin temperature.  His diaper sagged a bit and crinkled as he moved but it wasn't uncomfortable.  He could smell the pee, but it wasn't the unpleasant smell of ammonia, it was still the more benign smell of urine.  Steve was just enjoying the entire experience.

The video ended and Steve decided it was time to change.  This is what would happen in real life, Mommy would check and then change the diaper when the video was over.  Steve went back up to Cherie's room and onto her changing table.  He carried a fresh diaper in his hand. He pulled up his dress and down his training panties.  Only now did Steve realize that his diaper had leaked into the training panties.  Then he ripped off the tabs and removed the diaper.  The smell of urine turning into ammonia was intensified.  Steve once again pretended his mother was changing him.  He washed his crotch using baby wipes.  Then he lifted his butt and washed that too.  Finally, just as before he affixed a new diaper.  He made sure it was snug and got off the changing table.  Then he had to (not because he wanted to but out of necessity) acted as an adult.  He threw the soiled diaper away and washed out the plastic pantie so he could reuse it.  Finally he returned to toddler mode.

He went to the kitchen and ate his burger happy meal.  He played with the toy that came with it.  He had requested the toddler toy when he bought it on the way home.  Instead of a video, he put on some toddler music and danced around randomly to the tunes. But it was getting late and so Steve had to take off what he was wearing and return to his adult boy clothes.

Chapter 10

Lea and Randy took Cherie to meet with a lawyer and a social worker.  They needed to change Cherie's status from a nineteen year old man named Paul to a minor-girl named Cherie.  These people would be the first stop in starting that process.  The meeting was to take place at Dr. Zaaijer's office who was also in attendance.

Lea and Randy entered the office and were greeted by two people.

“Hi, I'm Margo Pressley, I'm a lawyer.  I'll be helping you in these matters.”  Margo was a gorgeous young woman with very light blonde shoulder length hair.  She wore light makeup and a very professional skirt suit with a white round necked blouse, sensible shoes and nude stockings.  The suit tried to hide it but Ms. Pressley was an extremely endowed woman.  Her blouse and jacket were stretched to their seems.  Her face seemed very sensual, but she tried to look professional.  Her lips seemed a bit unnaturally puffy, but she muted the effect with light colored lipstick.  She shook both Lea and Randy's hands.

“Hello, I'm Herbert Brewer.  I'm a social worker.  I'll be evaluating Cherie.”  Herbert had very long light brown hair, although he had it tied into a man-bun.  He was dressed in a blue pin-striped suit that made his body look thinner than it was.  He wore a white shirt with a blue tie, black shoes and socks.  His facial features looked very delicate.  It didn't look like he needed to shave very often to maintain a clear appearance.  He also shook Lea's and Randy's hands.

Lea and Cherie were led to another room for an interview.  Mr. Brewer explained that he would interview Cherie, Lea and Randy all alone and together in every combination.  While Mr. Brewer interview Lea, Cherie was led in Dr. Zaaijer's office so he could check up on his patient while  Lea talked to the social worker.

To save time, Randy was given some legal papers to sign.

“What are these?”

“The usual legal stuff, change of name forms, change of gender, legal status things like that.  Just sign them and I'll fill in the information later after I've interviewed you.  Randy signed the papers without reading them.  They mostly had blanks in the key areas anyway.

In another room, the people who had entered the office as the real Margo Pressley and Herbert Brewer were getting dressed.  Margo, who was in her early thirties, was putting on an extremely tight stretch bodycom dress with a deep U-neck.  She wasn't wearing any underwear and wore heals as high as her feet could manage.  Her makeup was garishly applied without any subtlety.  She tried to ooze sex appeal in her look and her movements.  Her outfit was designed to be removed and put back on quickly.

Herbert Brewer, aged 37,  was also dressing sexily.  The dress he wore wasn't as tight or as short as Margo's.  He wore a wig with bangs that partially hid his face.  He had long false finger nails and high heel shoes that weren't as high as Margo's.  Unlike Margo, Herbert did wear underwear.  He needed a tight girdle to keep his junk flat under his dress.  He also wore stockings to tame his leg hair.  If you look closely there wasn't much doubt he was a man in drag.  But that was the look he was trying to portray.  That is what his clients expected of him.

Herbert and Margo knew each other,  They were in the same business. But they rarely worked near each other as even though both their clientele were men, they were looking for different types of men.  When both were finished dressing they took their purses and left to walk the streets.

Back at home, Steve had taken off his dress and was wearing just a diaper.  It was close to his bedtime, but he decided that sometimes even two year olds get to stay up later than usual.  Cherie was up right now.  So why should he go to sleep.  Instead he decided to listen to some music and dance around in only his diaper.  What he did wouldn't be called dancing by anyone who knew what the definition of dancing was, but for a two year old it was fine.  Steve was hopping and jumping around and swinging his arms wildly.  There wasn't any rhyme or reason to anything he was doing, but it was a lot of fun.

Soon the motion made Steve very thirsty so he decided to go down to kitchen to get something to drink.  Passing by the dinette, Steve didn't bother to turn on the lights.  It was getting dark at this time of year (about two weeks before Halloween.)

Steve was so preoccupied as he walked to the kitchen that he didn't hear the front door open.  The lights came one and instinctively Steve turned to the light.  He was wearing only his diaper.

When he turned around, he saw his brother Ryan.  Ryan had just taken off his coat which was still in his hands.  But what Steve saw was Ryan wearing a cheer leading outfit.  It was dark outside, and with his long jacket no one could see what he was wearing underneath.

Steve was so stunned that he forgot for a moment what he himself was wearing.  Ryan was wearing a one piece uniform in the colors of the high school: blue and white with tan highlights.  It was formfitting with a racer-back and a V-neck.  On the front was the name of the school's team.  It descended to his mid-thigh.  There was a small notched V at the bottom of the skirt that made for ease of  movement while doing splits and the alike.  Peaking out from that notch was the hint of his blue briefs.  He wore it with opaque tan colored tights and white canvas sneakers.  On his face, he wore modest but undeniable makeup.  He was wearing the same uniform that the cheerleaders would be wearing for any of the school's games.

“What are you wearing?” Steve asked.

Ryan couldn't answer for a few moments.  “I'm wearing a costume for Halloween.”

“Halloween isn't for two weeks.”

“Hey why are you in a diaper?”  Ryan asked.

To this Steve had no answer.

“...and what are you doing home?  Weren't you supposed to go with Mom and Dad?” Ryan continued.

“No, why would I have to go with them?”

Both knew they were seeing something they shouldn't.  Steve wasn't sure if it was better for Ryan to see him in just the diaper or the dress he was wearing before.  Ryan on the other hand had been caught. Nobody other than what everybody thought was his girlfriend had ever seen him dressed like this.  The truth was she wasn't his boyfriend, not anymore.  That is what they told people.  In reality, she was now his BFF.  No one knew that Ryan is a gay cross-dresser with a crush on what used to be his best friend.  He wasn't always a closeted gay cross-dresser, but all that changed after meeting with Dr. Zaaijer.

Ryan was caught, but now a lot of things that he saw Steve doing made sense.  He understood why he was spending so much time with Cherie and going to bed so early.  Steve had his own epiphany.  There were certain things that he had noticed about Ryan.  His lips sometimes seemed redder than usual.  He thought it was Chapstik.  There were other things too.

“Ummm, I won't tell mom and dad if you don't,” Ryan asked.

“It's a deal.”

Both boys would keep their secrets.  But they didn't think much of
the other.

Lea and Randy had signed (both together and separately) so many blank documents that Dr. Zaaijer could legally change the family into any configuration he wanted.  Ryan could get emancipated, change his gender to female, his name to Jane Smith and marry his 'former' father and legally no one would question it.  Between all the name changes and changes in status, no one would notice that they had ever been related.

Lea and Randy were the only two members of the family who hadn't been manipulated mentally by Dr. Zaaijer at this point.  They did what Dr. Zaaijer wanted simply because they trusted him.  Dr. Zaaijer can be very charming when he wanted to be.

Ryan (their middle son) had been to Dr. Zaaijer's office without his parents knowledge a while back.  The doctor had phoned the home, made an excuse and asked him to come.  Ryan who was old enough to drive did as he was told.

When Ryan entered Dr. Zaaijer's office he was a heterosexual teenaged boy with a steady girlfriend.  When he left he was a closeted homosexual cross dresser who appeared to be dating a young lady, but who in reality had a secret crush on his best friend.

Coming out of his trance, Ryan thought he was in the middle of his story.  “...Wilson, my best friend and I have been friends forever.  But it wasn't until I became eleven or twelve that I realized that I had feelings for him.  I mean, I have always had feelings for him, but now knew what they meant.  It was then I realized I had a crush on him.  I couldn't tell him.”

“I see”

As I got older, I realized I was gay.  I didn't want any of my friends to know though.  I started to act interested in girls, but I didn't feel anything.  Nothing like what I felt about Wilson.”

“So you never told him?”

“No never.  Do you think I should?”

“Only if you feel right about it.  I don't think you are ready yet.”

“OK.”

“What about this girl you've been dating?  Don't you feel anything for her?”

“She's very nice, but I don't love her if that is what you mean.”

“She doesn't know you are gay?”

“No, no one knows.”

“You might have to tell her or break it off.”

“Why?”

“It's not fair to her.  You have no future.  She deserves to be with a man who she loves that can love her back.”

“I see.  You are probably right.”

“If you can't get up the courage, you can bring her here and I can help you to explain it to her.”

“That might not be such a bad idea.”

“Alright, I think I understand all you've been going through.  If you need any more help you can always contact me.

“Thanks a lot Dr. Zaaijer.”

“No problem, this is what I am here for.”

The true reason for Lea's and Randy's visit was to get them to sign blank legal papers, checking upon the status of Cherie was just a side benefit.

Late that night (maybe early the next morning is a better description) Herbert and Margo returned to Dr. Zaaijer's office.  They had made money performing tricks.  Dr. Zaaijer had to return them back to their original lives or their families would notice and call the police.  Certainly if the people who told Lea and her husband that they were Herbert and Margo returned to their homes, questions would be asked.

Dr. Zaaijer thought that Herbert and Margo got off easy.  They were returned to their original personalities and sent home.  They would have to explain to their families where they had been and what they had been doing, but that wasn't Dr. Zaaijer's problem.  The real hookers were given the money that Herbert and Margo had earned and whatever else had been in their wallets when they arrived at Dr. Zaaijer's office and sent on their way.  None of the people involved remembered even being in Dr. Zaaijer's office.

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