Aprils Showers

By Amber Fountaine

Published on Nov 26, 2005

Transgender

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. All characters are fictional.

April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV) by Amber Fountaine

Chapter 3

"Go ahead and put those on," Melanie told me, indicating the panties I was still holding in my hand. "I think I'll let you keep them and you can use some of that money your Dad gave you to buy me some new ones."

I did as I was told and then felt self-conscious, wearing panties over makeshift, soggy, training pants and standing in front of the two girls. It had suddenly hit me that they were about my age and really, pretty good-looking. Candice was actually a few months younger than me, having skipped a grade in elementary school and Melanie was less than a year older.

When the girls lapsed into silence and I was given no further instructions, I began to hope that maybe all I'd be required to do was replace the panties. Pushing my luck, I suggested, "I really should go check on Mindy again." When I didn't get an immediate reply, I added, "And I need to get these things in the wash."

"I want you to leave on what you're wearing," Melanie commanded, sounding much firmer now than a few minutes earlier. "But you can put the rest of the stuff that needs to be washed in the washer. And we'll check on Mindy. When you've got the clothes in the machine, meet us in Mindy's room."

I had a lot to think about as I moved around in the wet underwear and put the load of clothes in the washing machine. Only part of those thoughts concerned my immediate future. Actually, the next few hours were the least of my worries. To begin with, I had to think about what would happen if and when my Aunt and Uncle found out what I'd been up to and then what my parents would do.

But as I thought it all through, I realized that probably wasn't as huge a problem as I'd first feared. No, my biggest problem as I saw it was more likely to be Mark. What Melanie had said about accusing Mark of being in her lingerie and Mark being in on the discovery of the missing panties in my box of clothes had both a plus and minus to it. Logically thinking, in order for Melanie to have discussed all this with Mark, it meant it had to have been yesterday or the day before that, when they'd figured out at least part of what I was up to. And if Melanie had intended to say anything to her parents, she'd have already done it. So I was pretty sure that unless Mindy happened to figure out what was going on and somehow gave it away, I doubted that Melanie or Candice would. That was the plus.

The minus was that no matter what the girls came up with for me, Mark - and I had no doubt he'd tell Marsh - would have at least a few days to think up ideas of how they could use the panty information to their benefit. One thing for sure, I had to find out more about what Melanie had meant when she'd remarked that Mark had been into her lingerie before. I'd tried wearing the panties without the diaper a few times and had really liked it. If Mark was into that too, it might be enough to keep him from doing anything to me. There was a slim chance that it would work out okay.

But for sure there was no telling how he'd take the information that I'd been pissing in his underwear. No way could I picture Mark smiling and saying something like, "Oh wow, me too dude," about a thing like that. Facing my parents didn't seem nearly as bad as having a football player, half again my size, pissed off because I'd pissed in his clothes. Maybe if I did everything the girls told me, I could convince them not to tell Mark about that part. Kissing ass to the girls for the summer had to beat getting my ass beat to a pulp.

As I walked into Mindy's room, Melanie interrupted her conversation with Candice to tell Mindy, "Here comes the other baby to play with you."

Mindy stood in the playpen and held her arms out for me to pick her up, but as I reached in the playpen for her, Melanie stopped me.

"No, you get in there with her," she told me and then turning back to Candice told her, "You go call."

Mindy seemed to think that me getting in the playpen with her was the greatest idea ever. I didn't know what to think but knew I had to do it and as I tried to sit down, Mindy was all over me, tickling me like I sometimes did to her. 'If my punishment doesn't get any worse than this,' I thought as I wrestled with Mindy, 'it could even turn out to be fun.'

"Mandy! I mean, Mindy and Andy. No rough house. Play like little girls," Melanie told us, and of course we obeyed. Then after a couple of minutes to reflect on her error, she told me, "Mandy would be a good name for you when you're being a little girl."

"What's a good name?" Candice asked as she came back in the room, her phone call already completed.

"Mandy," Melanie explained. "I was trying to say Mindy and Andy at the same time and it came out Mandy and that would be a perfect name for our new little girl - don't you think?"

"Mindy and Mandy - yeah that is cute," Candice told her. Then she got to what must have been the purpose of the call. "Rachel said 'yes' and that she already had permission to use my Mom's car to run some errands. She'll be here in about 30 minutes."

Melanie turned to Mindy and asked her, "Mindy, would you like to go shopping with us and ride in the stroller?"

Immediately Mindy stopped what we were doing and jumped up and down saying, "Yes, yes, yes."

Mindy was smiling. Melanie was smiling. Candice was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. But I wasn't smiling at all. I didn't have to be a genius to figure this out.

There was no need for Mindy to go unless I was going too and I hadn't even been asked. Surely they wouldn't make me leave the house the way I was dressed . . . but I doubted I'd get to pick out what I'd wear. I knew Rachel was Candice's older sister, had dated Mark a few times, and according to Mark, was a prude. That probably meant that Mark had tried to score with her and she'd shut him down. What was important to me was that now someone else had heard about the misadventures of 'Mandy'. I was glad school was out or at this rate; I'd be famous all across the Alamo City. Thank God there was no way anyone I knew back home in Georgia could hear about any of this.

"We're gonna get Mandy dressed first," Melanie announced and then to Mindy she said, "And then we'll come back and get you dressed up all pretty!"

"I wanna see!" Mindy answered. Mindy knew something unusual was up and wanted to watch 'Mandy' get dressed.

And suddenly 'Mandy' was getting scared shitless again. What if they did decided to put some sort of dress on me? I had two options as I saw it: either go along with whatever they said or. . run away? Hitchhike back to Georgia? And the reason I'd give my folks would be. . .?

"You won't miss anything sweetie," Melanie told her baby sister. Then as she crocked her finger for me to follow, she told Mindy, "We'll be right back."

Of course the girls had to have their fun. The first thing they pulled out of Melanie's closet to hold in front of me was a gaudy looking dress that looked like it was used as a costume on an old western show. But they hadn't really intended for me to wear it. What they were after - and definitely got - was the ashen look on my face. After giggling about that for a moment or two, they pulled out a few more things, teasing me all the time.

"What about this?" Candice offered, pulling out a black mini skirt and turquoise tank top. "With some fishnet hose, we could go for the 'Ho' look."

"I'm sure Mark would love it, but he's not here. We can save that for later."

Then they settled on a tee top and some denim overalls with short pants legs. A little faggy looking for a guy to wear but not nearly as feminine as I'd been expecting. They were both wearing shorts outfits and no makeup and I'd fit right in.

"He's pretty wet," Candice reminded her friend.

"Oh shit, almost forgot about that," Melanie said before turning to me and asking, "How were you putting Mindy's diapers on?"

"I wasn't really putting them on," I told her. "They don't fit. I was opening them up and putting them down inside these panties so the panties would sort of hold them in place. But it doesn't work very well if you're walking around a lot." I was trying to think ahead. A shopping trip required a lot of walking and I didn't want to have to contend with diapers.

"Like an oversized pad," Candice commented, getting the picture.

"But without the adhesive," Melanie added, the image clear. "Staples?"

"Should work," Candice told her.

After a moment of panic, I realized they meant to staple the top edges of one of Mindy's diapers inside a pair of panties and not staple the diaper to me. They even allowed me the privacy of using the bathroom to clean up a little and put it all together. And to my surprise, it worked great. I waited until I had it all together and situated the way I wanted it before using the stapler. I was beginning to have visions of how I might use this technique in the future for my private pleasure, when I found out I wouldn't have to.

"That'll work for now," Candice told us. "Rachel said that Wal*Mart has adult diapers and we can make that our last stop."

Back to Panic City for Miss Mandy. It seemed like every time I'd begin to relax a little and enjoy the moment, they came up with something to ruin it. While I liked the idea of having real diapers in a way, it also meant having something else to hide somewhere. I was still hoping to keep a lot of this a secret from Mark. Mostly, I knew that there was so little that I had any control over, like Rachel being in on all of it now. Apparently the call Candice had just made - she hadn't been out of the room two minutes - hadn't been the first. A lot of plans and decisions had been made previously, probably when the girls decided to hide in Melanie's closet, and there wasn't anything I could do about any of it.

So I decided to do my best to calm down and do the one thing I could choose to do: that I should do my best not to worry and try to enjoy the experience. After all, some of this was actually fantasy come true. And while I might never be able to show my face in San Antonio again - maybe even the State of Texas - at least at some point the summer would end and I'd be back home with all this behind me. The only problem I'd have then would be not having an honest answer I could give when someone asked what I'd done all summer!


Rich - now Sissy - looked cute as a button the way April had him all dressed up like a baby girl. And from the look on his face, you could tell Sissy was loving every minute of it!

He'd stopped me a time or two during my narration about 'Mandy' to ask about some detail, but other than that he'd been putty in April's hands as she diapered him and dressed him and even used a little makeup on his lips and cheeks. Except for his size, he looked to be almost the spitting image of the way I remembered Mindy when she was about three and I told them that.

"Told ya he'd make a cute girl," April teased me. Her knack for spotting guys that would go for this was incredible. She had never been wrong. Of course she was incredibly sexy and could talk a guy into anything. But even so, they almost all admitted later that they'd enjoyed dressing as a girl at some time in their lives.

'I'm one of them,' I thought as I finished hooking my hose to the garter straps. 'And I have no idea how to spot that in a guy. Somehow, April can do it with extraordinary accuracy.' Then I had to smile to myself as I thought, 'Just one more good reason I married her. She's a talent scout for sissies.'

"Let's go to the dining table, now that we're all dressed," April suggested. "Aunt Amanda can make some of her great nachos and get her babies some juice and finish her story at the same time."

I was supposed to be the adult in this scenario, but obviously, April was still in charge. Her idea of 'juice' for the babies was frozen daiquiris, but the juice idea came from the time I'd spent in Mindy's playpen. As they settled at the table and I got busy in the kitchen, I decided to let someone else do the talking for a while. "I thought Sissy was going to tell us how he became Sissy?" I asked.

"Really not much different than what you've told me so far, except it was my sisters and not my cousins," Sissy said. "I was a little older I guess, but . . ."

"That can wait. You haven't even got to the best part yet," April told me, interrupting Sissy.

I smiled, knowing what April considered to be the 'best part'. April knew the details of my story as well as I did and I'd repeated what she considered the best part for her many times. The last few hours with us must have given Sissy a pretty good idea of it too. He smiled and with one eyebrow raised asked, "Sex?"


Candice was a pretty girl by most any standard and if I was honest and didn't allow my prior prejudices to sway my opinion, Melanie was very good looking too. But in my young mind, Rachel was in a class by herself. She turned out to be gorgeous. And any hope I had that she might not have heard the whole story was smashed by her lone comment as we loaded the car.

"She's cute. Do you still have her in diapers too?" Rachel asked her sister.

My testosterone level suddenly dropped to zero. I was loading the stroller and Melanie had gone back in the house to get Mindy so I knew Rachel was talking about me. It was embarrassing to have this beautiful young woman, not that much older than me, referring to me as a 'she' and talking about me being in diapers. But the way she was flirting with me while she did it made it all erotically enjoyable. It for sure confirmed my estimation of Mark.

For some time I'd held the opinion that Mark had the brainpower of plant life. I decided on the spot that if Mark had been dating Rachel and then quit of his own volition, I'd been doing a disservice to plant life. Most of the plants that I'd ever met would be smarter than that. She had a smile that would make plants bloom. And she was causing a certain part of me to blossom too.

Did I mention that she was drop-dead gorgeous? I was smitten, as in lust at first sight. And as the day progressed, it was Rachel and Mindy that had the most fun with 'Mandy'. Some of the most embarrassing suggestions of the afternoon came from Rachel, like having me buy a matching set of panties and bra in my size. But all through the most embarrassing part of that - talking to the lady in the lingerie department about what size I should buy - Rachel held my hand or had her arm around my waist like I was her little sister getting her first training bra.

Mindy loved all the attention she was getting. Between Rachel and me playfully fighting over whose turn it was to push the stroller and all the ladies in the stores and in the mall stopping to tell her what a pretty little girl she was, Mindy was having the greatest day of her life. Rachel was definitely making it a great day for me and it was almost as if Melanie and Candice weren't there.

Even at WalMart, when we were buying the diapers, I had a good time. Sure I was embarrassed, but Rachel's presence made all the difference. The sales clerk at WalMart, in the department where they had the diapers, turned out to be a guy not much older than either of us. The minute he noticed Rachel's tits - she had on a tank top and no bra - I don't think he paid much attention to anything else. Even when Rachel made it plain that I was the one that would be wearing the diapers, the clerk smiled at me briefly and returned to taking not so discreet looks at Rachel's breasts. I suddenly found myself with another emotion I'd never felt before - jealousy.

There I was, dressed in mostly girl's clothes, picking out diapers, at the moment at least the biggest sissy in the world in my estimation, and I'm ready to take a poke at this guy for staring at Rachel's tits. Rachel caught on to my impulsive resentment and dismissed the clerk, telling him we'd help ourselves.

After he'd reluctantly walked away, Rachel laughed at me and put her hand on my cheek. "I think it's sweet that you got upset because he was staring," she told me. "But don't let it worry you. Sometimes I'll wear a top like this just to see how it makes some boys - and men too - get goofy. You'd think guys never saw tits before."

"Probably not as nice as yours," I told her without thinking.

I'd said what was on my mind and hoped once the words were out that I hadn't offended her. It hadn't. She took it as the compliment it was meant to be and gave me a quick peck on the cheek where her hand had been.

"You're so weet," she told me. "You'd make a great girlfriend AND a boyfriend. If my little sister had any sense she'd snatch you up. But she's not that smart so maybe I'll have to keep you for myself."

"You don't have a boyfriend?" I asked, incredulous that something so beautiful and sexy wouldn't have any guy she wanted. So I told her that too.

"Then maybe I don't want 'any guy'. Maybe I . ."

"Mandy!" Mindy cried as soon as she saw me, interrupting what Rachel was about to say. Melanie and Candice had taken the stroller, not wanting to join Rachel and I for a change. While I had learned to love little Mindy to death, at the moment I didn't know which displeased me more, Mindy picking up on the 'Mandy' name for me or not getting to hear what Rachel had been about to tell me.

"We should have looked in 'diapers' first," Melanie said as the group approached. "Did you find the pissy sissy what he needs?"

"We haven't picked anything out yet," Rachel told her. "We were just going to decide between the big pads that would work with panties - sort of like what you said he's got on now - or getting him regular diapers."

Candice had been looking at the array of incontinence products and suggested, "Why not both?"

When they all looked at her for explanation, she gave it to them. She told us, suddenly sounding like an expert on the subject, "You could get some of these ultra pad things and some of these overnight diapers and put a pad inside one of the diapers and Miss Piss Pants could wet herself all she wants." Then she grinned at me like it was an idea that would thrill me.

I should have been upset by Candice's suggestion since it was my money they were spending so freely, but for some reason I really liked the idea. I knew when I used Mindy's diapers, that the thicker and wetter they were, the more I liked the way they felt. So anything that would create a thick diaper - one that I could wet and wet a lot - was fine by me. Then I noticed there were several items in the girls' basket and wondered how much of that I'd have to pay for. Some of it looked like it was for Mindy and some of it was way to big for her.

"Look what we found them," Melanie said, before I could ask. Candice had been pushing the basket and Melanie was pushing Mindy in the stroller. Melanie reached in the basket and pulled out two packages of panties. "One is bigger for when he has diapers on and one is for when he's just wearing panties," she explained. "And look at this. We found two nighties that are almost alike." She held up an adult size baby doll nightie and a nightie that was a near match in Mindy's size.

At first I smiled, but it quickly turned to a frown. I'd been having so much fun I'd forgotten that I'd need to put all this stuff somewhere and began to worry again about where I was going to keep it and who was going to see me in it. They'd already picked out some lingerie for me earlier at the mall we'd been to and now they were adding even more. All total it seemed to be as much as my regular clothes I already had stashed in the bottom of Mark's closet. And that didn't include the large packages of diapers and pads in Rachel's hands.

Apparently approving of her sister's suggestion, Rachel put a package of diapers and another big package of the pads in the basket, then turned to the girls and asked, "You didn't happen to notice if they had any bathing suits in Mandy's size did you?"

That caught us all by surprise. I'd heard the girls mention that there was a pool at Candice's house and wondered if Rachel intended for me to wear a girl's swimsuit and use their pool. This new twist seemed to be something Rachel had come up with on her own as both Candice and Melanie were as surprised by the question as I was.

Candice must have assumed the same thing that I did. "I don't think Mom and Dad are going to let Miss Mandy go swimming in a bikini."

"No," Rachel replied after giving me a wink. "But Uncle Don and Aunt Ellen might - especially if they're going to be gone for two weeks and I have permission to take some friends to their lake house."

"Oh shit!" Candice exclaimed. "I remember last summer." Turning to Melanie, she explained, "That's where we got caught skinny-dipping." then she turned back to Rachel. "How'd you get Uncle Don to talk Dad into letting us go up there again?"

"All Uncle Don told me was, 'Keep your suits on,' and I promised Dad we would. And 'Chunk' is going to be there."

I had that funny feeling again. Plans were being made that included me but I wasn't in on the planning of the plans. Not that it mattered. If Rachel was going, so was I.

"Cool," was Candice's final comment. Then with a big smile of her own, she told us, "Let's go see what's left in the bathing suit department."

Naturally the selection of a bathing suit for 'Miss Mandy' was another source of great glee for the young ladies. Fortunately, after teasing me with a few skimpy bikinis that there was no way I could wear, I found a two-piece suit on the closeout rack that seemed to please everyone and my shrinking pocketbook too. Up close it probably looked a little feminine, but I was pretty sure I could wear the bottom part almost anywhere and it would look like a Speedo type suit unless someone paid a lot of attention. I hadn't thought to bring a bathing suit with me so I could almost justify my purchase. And if just the girls were around, I could wear the matching, bra-like top with it. What I'd do with it at the end of the summer was another question.

While searching for the bathing suit, I managed to learn that 'Chunk' - his real name was Chuck but the girls called him Chunk because of his size - was their older cousin that they seldom saw because he was in college. I also got the impression that they felt the same way about Chuck that I did about Mark.

For sure the biggest surprise of the afternoon came from Mary Sue. When we got back to the DeSpain house, I was concerned when I saw Mary Sue's car in the driveway. It was well past Mindy's naptime and I wasn't worried about her blabbing just yet. She could barely hold her head up. But I had no idea how I was going to explain the way I was dressed or the things we'd bought. And as if that wasn't enough, I was still wearing the lipstick and rouge that Rachel had put on me at the cosmetics counter just before we left the Wal*Mart store. I'd complained at the time, but secretly loved it. And I guess I should have known better than to worry about my Aunt.

"Damn Andy, I was right all along," Mary Sue said the minute she saw me. "I told my sister from the time you were two that you were too cute to be a boy." Then, grinning, she had me turn around like I was modeling for her.

"We call her Mandy," Melanie explained, her story all prepared. "Andy didn't have anyone to play with, so we told him if he'd agree to be 'Mandy' and be one of the girls for the day, he could go with us to the Mall. Then Mindy complained that she wanted Andy to stay and play with her. So we compromised and got him some stuff so he can be little Mindy's friend or a big girl and play with us."

It was damn weak as stories and excuses go, but a heck of a lot better than anything I could have thought up and Mary Sue bought it. Maybe because I seemed to be enjoying it so much, she figured a lot of it had to be my idea. "Well I think you really look sweet Mandy," she told me. "I'm not sure what my husband or Mark will say, but I like 'Mandy' a lot." And with that, she gave me a big hug. "If your hair was a little longer and your ears were pierced like a lot of boys, I do believe you could pass yourself off as a girl without a problem any time you wanted to."

I knew she wasn't aware of the diapers and wetting and didn't know to what extent the girls had plans for 'Mandy', but for her to be so in favor of me wearing girls clothes sort of floored me. I also knew her remark had been intended as a compliment. "Thank you," I finally told her. Then I mentioned something that was really bothering me. "I don't think Mark is going to want me in his room like this though."

Mary Sue eyed me suspiciously for a moment and told me, "Well don't get any ideas. I'm damn sure not going to let you start sleeping in Melanie's room - no matter how you're dressed."

We all laughed at that.

"How about if we put 'her' in diapers and let her sleep in Mindy's room," Melanie suggested. "I know you and Dad talked about whether Andy would stay in Mindy's room or Mark's. And we got them matching nighties at the store."

I thought that might be where Mary Sue would draw the line, but I was wrong again.

"Well I'd have to think about that," Mary Sue mused, but didn't seem to take it too seriously. Instead she sort of made a joke of it. "It might be okay but I don't want 'Miss Mandy' talking you girls into changing her diapers for her. Is that understood?"

"I sure wasn't volunteering," Melanie told us, her face screwed up like she'd eaten a lemon, and getting another laugh.

Rachel interrupted the laughter to be serious for a moment. "Ms. DeSpain, my Aunt and Uncle have invited me and Candice to come up to their house at the lake for a few days and told us we could invite some friends. My Mom's going to let me take her car and we'll probably go up tomorrow. Could Melanie come with us - and Andy if he wants to?"

"Are your Aunt and Uncle there?" Mary Sue asked.

"Yes ma'am, they're there right now if you want to call them. I'd need to give you that number anyway."

"I wonder if we could figure out a way to keep this going all summer?" Mary Sue mused, asking no one in particular. "Mark is due back tomorrow and y'all are leaving. Makes it nice and quiet around here. Yeah, sure. I don't see anything wrong with that. Andy do you want to go with them?"

"I guess," I told her, trying my best not to sound too excited. Maybe if I'd known what was in store for me, I wouldn't have been so anxious to go.

Then again, maybe I'd have been even more eager . . . .

Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com

Next: Chapter 4


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