I can’t either.” I admitted.“I need to know where this is going. I will not be able to stop wondering when you will come to my room or ask me to... join you. I thought about this all day. We either need to stop completely right now, or you need to let me know exactly what you expect from me. I want you to be happy, but I can’t just be on call whenever you feel you need me, not after last night. I won’t be able to stay in this house if I have to be near you and always wonder if you will want to be. His erection, most times, would have been normal,but this time there was a little guilt connected with it. He worriedthat it would appear connected in some way with this diapering... and,of course, it was."Is it me or the diaper?" Carol asked in a teasing voice immediatelymaking light of Brian's state. He was easily aroused and rarelyembarrassed by it, but she was sure this time it was her diapering himthat brought it on. It could be wishful thinking, she mused, but thattoo was OK."Oh, it's. The topic was required for over-all credit. Nanako wished to have her education complete, just in case she ever really hurt herself skating. It was always in the back of her mind that she could damage her body in some way and that her skating would be over.As Nanako walked into the class room, breathing fast because of her exertions, she quickly noticed that only Hiji was in the room. He was a boy that she'd known for many years, a boy who was always in trouble. He was what is known in Japan as. With the timer down to 10 minutes I stood in front of the mirror, nervously whispering my mantra as I made a final few adjustments to my hair and costume. In less than 40 minutes the last ounce of my masculinity had all but disappeared, the mirror reflecting an image of a completely feminized sissy. I had tied my back my shoulder-length black hair into a loose ponytail, my wig firmly attached to my scalp with a special adhesive. My bright red lips contrasted nicely with my heavily-mascared eye.