Fifth day

Peter woke up feeling great. He was himself again, but the feelings from the night before lingered. He smiled to himself as he remembered being mixed with Elizabeth. He wet his diaper and found himself liking how small it was. He felt like he could almost turn back into little Peter.

"Good morning, Peter." Elizabeth let herself into the room.

"Good morning, Mom." Peter replied.

Elizabeth could tell he wasn't thinking like her little boy anymore. She was happy to see him, but her affection was self-conscious and a little hesitant. Still, she smiled and hugged him. "How's your diaper?"

"It's wet, Mom." He admitted.

"Okay, pumpkin. Take him to the changing mat."

She changed his diaper and dressed him in a white T-shirt and matching plastic pants. She quickly fed him breakfast and immediately changed his morning diaper. He expected Elizabeth to put him in a trash can for another embarrassing outing. He was relieved when she folded another cloth diaper.

His peace didn’t last long. He was playing on the living room floor when the doorbell rang. Elizabeth opened the door.

“Hi Julia. Come in.” Elizabeth led her friend to the sofa. “Peter. This is Mrs. Mark’s mom’s friend.”

Piar blushed but greeted the woman as she knew Elizabeth expected. “Hello Mrs. Mark.”

“Hello Peter.” Mrs. Mark replied, sitting up. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I’ll drink the tea. Elizabeth excused herself. “The rest will be here soon.”

Mrs. Mark stared at Peter. Elizabeth had told her everything about him and his punishment, but she still couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. It was absurd. A grown man dressed as a boy, playing on the floor in front of him.

The tension was broken by the ringing of the doorbell again.

"I'll get it." Mrs. Mark called Elizabeth and opened the door.

"Hello, Hannah." She greeted the next woman with a hug. "Elizabeth is just making tea."

"Hello, Julia." The woman entered the living room and saw Peter. "Oh my God. Is that her?"

"I think Elizabeth wants us to call her," Mrs. Mark corrected her.

"Excuse me." The woman giggled and moved closer to Peter. "Hello, little Peter. I'm Mrs. Miller."

"Hello, Mrs. Miller." Peter replied faithfully.

"Oh, my God!" she squealed and pinched his cheek. "She... I mean, she's adorable."

Peter found himself wishing he could be little Peter again. He wouldn't be embarrassed by the attention then. He might even enjoy it.

"Oh, hi, Hannah." Elizabeth returned with a tray with a teapot, four cups, and a plate of biscuits. She set the tray on the coffee table and began to pour. The sound made Peter realize he had to pee. He was just thinking about leaving, but the idea of ​​these women watching him made him uncomfortable.

The doorbell rang again, and Elizabeth answered it. "Hello, Lisa. Everyone's here."

Mrs. James entered. She was carrying a very large bag.

"Hi, Peter." She went straight to him for a hug. "How's my little ballerina?"

"I'm fine, Mrs. James." She returned the hug.

"You teach her ballet?" Mrs. Miller asked.

"Yes." Mrs. James confirmed. "And she's very good."

“That’s so cute,” Mrs. Miller gushed. “Does she have a tutu?”

“Yes,” Elizabeth replied. “And she looks so pretty in it.”

“You should give us a concert.” Mrs. Mark laughed.

Just like Nicole and Jessica. Mrs. Miller added.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Mrs. James agreed. “We’ll start practicing in her next lesson.”

“Little Peter,” Elizabeth addressed him. “I think Mrs. James has some presents for you.”

“Oh yes,” Mrs. James recalled. “I finished some of your new clothes.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a red and white gingham dress. It had no legs, instead ending in poppers that tied at the crotch. It had shorts, but they were completely decorative and didn’t even cover her bottom.

“She’s trying them on now. Right?” Mrs. Miller asked excitedly.

"Well, I want to check that everything fits her properly." Mrs. James agreed.

Elizabeth grabbed the stroller and walked over to Peter. "Stop, pumpkin."

Peter did so, taking off his shirt before pulling it down over his head.

"I made the bottom a little roomier," Mrs. James explained as Elizabeth tied the crotch. "So even when you're changing her diaper twice, it should fit."

Elizabeth adjusted the dress a little and pulled back to look at him. "This is great."

"Do you like it?" Mrs. James asked her.

"Yes." She knew she should say yes, but she actually did. She felt so beautiful in the dress. "Thank you, Mrs. James."

"Can I take a picture?" Mrs. James asked. "I like to keep a picture of everything I do."

"Of course." Elizabeth replied.

Mrs. James held out her cell phone to Peter. "Smile."

The pressure on Peter's bladder was surprisingly quick, and he had to let go in order to stay still enough to pose for the picture. He secretly wet his diaper as he smiled awkwardly for the picture.

"I finished this one too." Mrs. James reached into her bag again and pulled out a short blue dress. It was trimmed with white ribbon and had a high neckline. And it had a matching cover and diaper hat. She put the dress on and pulled these out to show them off. The cover had rows of frills all over the seat.

"This is the sweetest thing." Mrs. MarkHe grunted, his initial discomfort at the subject forgotten.

Let's see it on him. Elizabeth unzipped Peter's crotch and pulled it over his head.

"I think someone needs a diaper change," she commented, seeing his wet diaper.

"I can change him," Mrs. Miller volunteered.

"I'll help." Mrs. Mark didn't want to miss out.

"Thanks." Elizabeth accepted the offer as she neatly folded Roper and put it away. "All his changing supplies are in the bedroom. He's in my room."

"Come on, Peter." Mrs. Mark took Stephen in her arms and led him into the bedroom. Mrs. Miller followed closely behind.

"Is that where your mommy changes you?" Mrs. Mark asked, pointing to the changing mat.

Peter shook his head sheepishly, not eager to be changed by two women he had just met.

"Okay, lie down, Peter." Mrs. Miller giggled at the absurdity of what they were doing.

They laid Peter down on the changing mat, and Mrs. Miller took off his plastic pants and threw them into the diaper pail. Then she unbuttoned the diaper and threw them over them. This left Peter's dick completely exposed to the two women.

"Would you like to clean it?" Mrs. Miller suggested.

Mrs. Mark blushed at the thought and shook her head.

Mrs. Miller grabbed some wipes and went to work while Peter covered his face with her hands.

"Now we need a clean diaper," Mrs. Miller said, looking around the room. "Where does Mommy keep your diapers?"

Peter had to pull a hand away from his face to point to the drawer. Mrs. Mark opened it and found stacks of clean cloth diapers and plastic pants. She took out a diaper and a pair of clear plastic pants and brought them to Mrs. Miller.

"Now I hope I remember how to fold these," Mrs. Miller commented as she spread the square of cloth next to Peter. "Wow. These are big."

After a few tries she thought she had it right. "Peter's bottom lifted." She pulled it under him and then pulled it between his legs.

Peter was happy to have his private parts covered again, but it didn't last.

"No. I don't think that's right," Mrs. Miller commented. "What do you think?"

Mrs. Mark moved closer. "What if you pull it this way?" She pulled the front of the diaper aside, exposing Peter's dick again and tried to pull it down.

"But then it wouldn't cover his bottom," Mrs. Miller showed him. "I folded it wrong. It's too short." He pulled the diaper aside and folded it.

Luckily she did it right this time and finally pinned him to it and pulled the plastic pants over him. "There. It's all over."

"Thank you, Mrs. Miller," Peter said, knowing Elizabeth would be unhappy if she found out he was being rude. "Thank you, Mrs. Mark."

"You're welcome," Mrs. Miller replied.

"Such a polite little boy," Mrs. Mark commented.

Mrs. Mark hugged Stephen and led him back to the living room while Mrs. Miller washed her hands.

"Let's get you dressed." Elizabeth held out the pink diaper cover for him to slip into. It was very tight over his cloth diapers but it fit. Then she pulled the dress over his head and finally tied the hood.

"Oh my god!" Mrs. Miller rejoined the group. "He's so cute."

"I just want to keep him like that forever," Elizabeth agreed. “You’re doing an amazing job, Lisa.”

“Thank you.” Mrs. James picked up her phone again and pointed it at Peter. “Smile.”

Peter posed and did his best to smile.

“Have one of him playing with his doll,” Mrs. Mark suggested.

“Oh, and one of him crawling to show off his bottom reflexes,” Mrs. Miller added.

The women made him pose in different ways. He squealed as Mrs. James took pictures.

This went on until Elizabeth checked the time. “We’d better have lunch. It’s almost time for Peter to take a nap.”

“That reminds me.” Mrs. James reached for her bag. “I made you some aprons too. We don’t want to get his pretty dress all dirty.” She pulled out one, the same blue one. It had the words “Mommy’s Little Boy” embroidered on it.

Elizabeth tied the apron around her neck and more pictures were taken before everyone moved to the dining table, where Elizabeth served everyone quiche and salad.

“Can I feed Peter?” Mrs. Mark asked.

“If you like,” Elizabeth replied.

Mrs. Mark sat Peter down on her lap and immediately began cutting the quiche and bringing it to his mouth. He cooperated. As embarrassing as it all was, it was better when everyone was happy with him.

After lunch, Elizabeth took off his apron and said. “I’m just going to put him down for his nap.” She turned to Peter. “Goodbye, everyone. Pumpkin.”

“Goodbye, everyone.” she said.

“That’s not it,” Elizabeth told her. Go say hello to each one.

She went to Mrs. James. “Goodbye, Mrs. James. Thank you for my new dress.”

Mrs. James hugged her. "Welcome, little Peter. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Mark." She moved to the next woman.

"Goodbye, Peter," she replied. "It was nice meeting you."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Miller," she said to the last woman.

"Goodbye." She made him lean forward so she could kiss her forehead. "We'll be back soon and see you."

Elizabeth hugged him again and led him back to his room, checking his diaper before taking out his bowl and putting him in. She was sure they were still talking about him.

He felt the urge to pee again.

He quickly wet his diaper. In the privacy of his room, he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of being a child. He felt small in his new clothes.

When Elizabeth returned, the guests had left. She changed his diaper and put his hood back on. She went back into the living room and let him watch some educational cartoons while he did his chores.

When Nicole got home, he was lying on the floor watching TV, his collar facing the door.

She smiled at the sight. "Hello, little Peter."

Peter turned to her and blushed as he remembered what he was wearing. "Hello, Nicole."

She could tell he was himself again. He wasn't as comfortable being a little boy as he had been the night before. That should have been reassuring, but it wasn't. He was as happy as Peter.

"Um..." She wasn't sure how to phrase this. "You were acting a little different yesterday evening."

"Oh... yeah." He tried to explain. "Sometimes something weird has happened to me. I get so caught up in the role that I forget I'm not really a little boy."

"You seemed really happy," he said. "Do you like being Little Peter?"

"I..." He was clearly embarrassed to admit it. "It feels good when it happens."

"It's okay," he assured her. "It was nice to see you happy."

"But I'm not supposed to like being a little boy." He sighed. "I'm supposed to be a man. I'm supposed to be your husband."

"It's okay." Nicole just smiled and hugged him tightly. She didn't want to worry him with the fact that she was trying to imagine him as her husband. She thought she should say more to comfort him but she didn't know what.

Fortunately, Elizabeth had called them to dinner. They didn't have time to talk anymore as they fed Peter, bathed him, and dressed him for bed.

As usual, they left him to play on the floor while Elizabeth and Nicole watched TV. He looked at Elizabeth and remembered the feeling of cuddling with her the night before. He wanted it again, but he was little Peter then. It came naturally. Could he really do it as Peter?

He considered crawling up and sitting on her lap, hoping to invite her back onto the couch. He wanted to, but ended up staying on his blanket until bedtime.

After Elizabeth had read him a bedtime story and pulled him into her, he woke up and hugged Felicity. He was angry with himself for wanting to cuddle with Elizabeth, and he was angry with himself for not doing so. He wanted to be a man, he wanted to be Nicole's husband, but he also wanted to be Elizabeth's little boy.