Coming of Age

Chapter 5
Law of Fives

Chapter Description: Gabriel is forced to go out after his change of clothes.

The darker patterns running from top to bottom combined with the overall thickness of the skirt prevented any of the cloth diaper’s bright pink color from showing upon initial inspection. Each step Gabriel took as we made our way toward the elevator came within just inches of revealing the soft, infantile, secret wrapped snugly around his crotch as it swung back and forth from the motion of his hips. The shirt’s baby blue color and close fit made it very clear that this was a girl who was not yet in need of a training bra, a girl whose flat chest had yet to blossom toward womanhood, a boy who lacked the biological prerogative necessary to become the gender that so clearly became him. His short hair and constant blush completed the cute package that was ‘Gabriella’ and I was enamored with every tiny detail of it.

The elevator opened. I detected a barely audible gasp as Gabriel sucked in air after spotting the family already within the elevator. He hesitated as I entered the box, but a stern look from me in front of him broke through the nervousness. Despite his anxiety, not a single person in the elevator batted an eye when he walked in. To them, he was just a little girl in a hotel. Then, a little girl walking across the parking lot. Then, sitting beside me in my car.

I fumbled with the radio a bit, turning it on and finding a station with soft, semi-decent jazz. I noticed Gabriel moving a bit to the rhythm, smiling a bit at how cute his motion was, but a little upset at his apparently diminished anxiety. I couldn’t help but internally acknowledge his fear and nervousness was a bit of a turn-on, especially given the amount of control he had already had to surrender to me purely based on circumstance. I could feel myself begin to stiffen under my pants, and tried to focus more on the music and the road to distract myself. It wasn’t until I did so that I noticed Gabriel’s rocking was in no way timed to the music, despite being intentional.

I gave a wry smile. “I had no idea jazz made you so…mobile.”

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it tightly.

I merged lanes and got onto the highway, rolling up the windows and blasting the AC to compensate for the decreased air flow. After a few minutes, I could hear Gabriel occasionally make tiny little noises as he continued to rock slightly. I looked downward and noticed he had crossed his legs under the skirt. His seatbelt ket his shirt in place, and as he moved his chest back and forth, his little nipples began to harden slightly beneath the soft cotton of his sister’s t-shirt.

He opened his mouth again. “C-can we p-p-pull over? I need to…go.”

My mind imploded with excitement. His already high pitched voice with those clothes almost made me forget he wasn’t a young girl. Barely holding back my excitement at the situation, I said, “We’re a few miles from the next exit. It’ll be a few minutes.”

Gabriel was blushing, with a face just as pink as the diaper he was desperately trying not to fill. It was about 3 minutes before we arrived at an exit…an exit that I completely ‘missed’ in favor of a rest stop just a short distance in front of it. 5 minutes. I pulled off toward the rest stop and Gabriel practically leapt from the car as he ran toward the door to a small building with restrooms.

By the time I walked to the building, Gabriel was sobbing. The door was locked, and I could hear a telltale hissing noise coming from below. I hugged Gabriel from behind, humming softly as he sobbed and shook and pissed himself.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I didn’t even check to make sure no one else was around. I had seen the ‘out of order’ sign on the door from car, and I hadn’t seen another vehicle, let alone another person, when I pulled into the rest area. I dropped my hand from his abdomen and found my way under his little girl’s skirt, gripping his plastic panties, feeling the squish of the soaked diaper and the last few streams of urine pool into it.

“S-stop…” was all he managed he choke out between sobs.

“Gabriella?” I said.

No answer between sobs.

“Gabriella?” I said. Again.

No answer. Again.

“Do you need to be changed?”

I could see his head move up, then down again.

I gave his cute bottom a little smack and grabbed his hand, leading him back toward the car as the sniffling began again.

Opening the trunk, I picked him up from under his armpits and had him lay on his back as I slid off his skirt and plastic panties before unfastening the soaked diaper, one pin at a time. I opened his sister’s suitcase once more, rummaging around for a new cloth diaper, but only coming up with a princess themed disposable. I set that aside for the moment and returned to Gabriel with powder and a package of wet wipes. He was hiding his little privates, only needing one hand to more than cover his entire penis. I gently began to wipe his crotch as his face turned bright crimson, his lower lip quivering while I took care to gently wipe every fold, from around his tiny, cute nub to the folds of skin around his testicles. After he was wiped clean, I dusted a layer of powder onto him, hearing him yelp a bit as I turned his body onto his stomach and dusted power onto his upturned rump.

I rolled him back onto his bottom, his hands flinching back to his crotch and his face reddening severely.

I could see the tears welling up in his eye. “Gabriella, what is it?”

The name got the waterworks started. “P-p-please…d-don’t…”

My curiosity piqued, I pulled his fingers back from his crotch as his cute little ass squirmed back and forth across the diaper’s surface, using my right hand to raise and examine his obviously hardening nub. I chuckled as his thighs shuddered open and he began curling his left toes ever so slightly, confused at how he was feeling but certainly knowing he was enjoying it. I slowly moved a finger along the pathetic length of his penis, watching his eyes close in pleasure. Giving his bottom a slight pat, I ran the tip of my finger along the soft divide of his butt, working my way along his little testicles and finally circling the tip of his boyhood with my finger. Gabriel’s eyes remained closed, his entire world the sexual pleasure he feeling as an innocent groan escaped his lips, hips bucking upward with his dry climax.

I finished fastening the tapes of the princess diaper over his powdered crotch.

“Whaa…?” He said, barely a whisper.

“Gotta make sure my little girl doesn’t have any accidents, now don’t I?”

I slipped his skirt back up his hips, deciding to forgo the plastic panties in favor of the childish decorations adorning the disposable diaper.

Getting back on the road, I cast a slight glance to my right. Gabriel was silent and had his head lowered such that I could no longer see his face.

Then I heard a slight sniffle. Glancing again, I couldn’t help but notice his staggered, sharp breathing, and the beginning of another round of sobs. A small dark spot was forming along the seat as tear after tear rolled down his soft face and fell below.

It was about 20 minutes to the mall after our little detour. Buying the new clothing was easy enough; the two of us went into a basic clothing store and walked toward the boys section. A few minutes later, our shopping basket had a change of clothes; a simple cotton t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Walking toward the checkout line, I made the quick decision to toss in a pack of little girls’ panties.

Gabriel instantly turned beet red. “B-But..I–“

“Gabriella,” I said, stressing the second half, “We’re buying you clothes. Surely boxers wouldn’t work with your cute skirts, not would they?”

He was silent until we left the store.

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Heading back to campus, I pulled over at another rest stop and walked with Gabriel toward the bathroom, bag of clothes in hand. He walked into the single user stall with the bag and pulled the door closed, letting out a slight gasp as I caught the swinging door with a hand and gave him a wry smile.

Wordlessly, I followed him into the bathroom and swiftly undid his dress without warning. I slid his girlish shirt above his shoulders, feeling a web tingle as the back of my hand brushed against his eyelids. I undid the tapes of his diaper and tossed it to the side, taking a moment to laugh inwardly at his infantile ‘manhood’, retreating toward his smooth crotch with the touch of cool air.

Sitting him down above the seat of the toilet, I gently slid the soft panties up his legs, patting his cotton covered crotch before finishing with the rest of the clothing. It was late and time to head back to campus for the night.