[#214] Sub Version

I shouldn't be doing this!  Why wasn't I stopping him?  My ears dipped down in shame as Marty pulled a pink camisole down over my head, adorned with a heart and humiliating words.  I should push his hands away.  I should run out the front door.  But with every new piece of clothing he dressed me in, I grew more and more docile.  Shy.  Nervous.  Less and less me.  And more and more... new.

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"I don't know about this."

"I know you don't, little fuzzkitty, but that's what I'm here for."

Not the response I was expecting, but my words were small and Marty's hands felt so big, so strong, so... assured. Like I could hide behind them, like they'd always protect me.

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He pushed me down on his bed and I looked up at him with fear in my eyes.  I'd never been with a man, but I'd been curious.  A strong, confident man, like Marty... my tail twitched eagerly as he slid my pants off and exposed my arousal.  A blush filled my cheeks.  Ugh, so embarrassing...

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Maybe this wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, right? I'd never been so handy with my lady friends, and everybody always assumed this to be part of my identity anywho, so why fight it? Why push back on what society wanted to keep insisting I was? Yeah. Fine. I'd do it, I'd fall into Marty's hands, I'd be his. I closed my eyes, I heard him fumbling with some kind of plastic - a condom wrapper, maybe? - and I steeled myself for the inevitable.

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I felt my bottom lift off the bed.  Was this how it was done?  But then it was placed back down and I felt a soft fabric pulled between my legs.  I looked down just in time to see Marty taping me into a diaper.

"H-hey!  What are you doing?"

"Shush, little one."

He slid a pair of shorts up my legs and lifted me off the bed with no effort at all, plopping me in front of the mirror.

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I'd gone from feeling like I was about to enter adulthood, and been thrown into the further depths in the opposite direction. Not an adult, not by far, a cute little pet that was for certain, an arm candy, a precious treasure. Diapered, dressed in pink that matched my blush. I posed, eyes wide, and bit my lip. Daddy's Lil' Sissy. That sounded right. I could be that. I turned and hugged my Daddy very tight in gratitude.