Makes Dennis look younger and more feminine

In the mirror I can see the dress on me is a light pink color. With my childish face and lighter blonde long hair, I actually do kind of look like a large little girl which embarrasses me to no end.

“I’m going to do a few things to really complete the look,” Macy says. She grabs a lipstick of a very light shade of pink, “This will make your lips look more feminine,” she says while applying it. She grabs some rouge and applies a very light amount to my face and it gives my complexion a much more feminine appearance. She grabs two hair ties and then uses them to put my hair into twin-tails, the kind you really only see on little girls. She grabs one of my hands and says, “These seem a little too rough for a little girl, how about we,” she holds up pink nail polish, ”Paint them to make them look more girly.” I just sit there and let her paint my fingernails in an ultra-feminine pink color. She turns the chair away from the vanity and grabs a pair of light pink stockings which she puts on me followed by a pair of dainty Mary Janes on my feet. “Close your eyes,” she says. I close my eyes and feel her place something around my neck. Then she helps me stand up and moves me a little. “Okay, open them.”

I open my eyes and can see myself fully in the mirror. Looking back at me is what looks to be a giant baby girl, her light blonde hair done up in twin-tails, wearing a pink frilly dress, diapers are very obviously bulging underneath it, and there is now a pacifier attached to a string hanging from my neck.

“I really outdid myself,” Macy says, “You look adorable.”

“Thanks,” I say sarcastically.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Macy says, “Now I need to put on my costume. You just wait here while I go to the guest room to do it.” She grabs the remote to the TV in our bedroom and turns it on. She flips through the channels and stops when it lands on Sesame Street. “Perfect, exactly the kind of show a baby girl should watch.” She laughs a little and then before she leaves the room she says, “By the way I know it sounded like a joke before, but if you really need to go to the bathroom feel free to use your diaper. I bought a whole pack of them so I have extra and I could always change you before we go.” She was gone before I could respond. I sit down on our bed, grab the remote, and change the channel to some cop show. I don’t know what she’s thinking. There is no way I’m going to use this diaper.