So you're going to dress up like a little girl and play with a monkey! What's so bad about that?   Primate - Part four By Mary Beth Sanford

 

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****Part 4****

"NO! Damn it! I don't know? I mean this is all a little too far fetched if you ask me. There has got to be a girl my size that can do this and at least she would be a girl," Steve said trying to ignore the diaper part.

"There are girls your height but not your build. That's the odd part. Susan's things, because she is a chimpanzee, have been designed more or less in consideration of her chest. A chimp's chest is more proportional to a man's and that most of all is why Susan's dresses would fit," Jennifer said.

"Why is that Susan's dresses have to fit," Steve asked.

"Because they are the only adult sized little girl dresses that we know of," Jennifer said and added, "and with the exception of Susan, you really are the only other person that can wear them."

"I'm dreaming this," Steve said and added, "and it's starting to be a bad dream."

"Then leave it at that. I mean can't you just pretend you're still having that dream," Jennifer asked.

"Damn it," Steve said and added, "It's not fair."

"Please," Jennifer asked.

"So how would this work? And I'm not saying I'll do it either," Steve said as he mulled over that night.

It wasn't as nightmarish as he was making out. That was the odd thing about that night as he had made his way back to his room. He'd been scared, embarrassed and humiliated, big time, but there was other things about that night that wasn't so nightmarish. Things he still did dream about.

Steve was positive that Nancy, when she rubbed him over the panties, didn't know what she'd done and he'd held back all but a soft grunt when his orgasm came. Trouble was he had that orgasm and it had been powerful. Thankfully he'd wet the diaper laying in Jennifer's lap and the urine had hidden what he'd done earlier. Odd thing was he was still bringing himself to climax with those images.

"You meet us, that's Nancy and I, at the doctor's house and one of us, I hope it's me by the way, helps you dress. We'll use the nursery again. Once you're dressed, we get Sally to bring Susan up and sort of let nature take it's course. We think Susan will take to you almost immediately," Jennifer said.

"You hope it's you that dresses me? Why," Steve asked.

"I shouldn't have said that," Jennifer noted with a slight blush.

"But you did say it," Steve said.

"OK, truth," Jennifer said wiping her eyes lightly.

"Truth," Steve said.

"I enjoyed it a little and that's all I'm going to say about it - OK," Jennifer noted.

"You like humiliating men," Steve said.

"Nope, it wasn't like that at all, and I'm not saying anything else. Besides, this is about Susan," Jennifer said.

"OK, so it's about Susan then," Steve noted but was mulling over the comments made already.

"It's like I said, this is for Susan's sake," Jennifer noted.

"Same stuff as before," Steve asked.

"Same style dress if that's what you are asking and the other stuff would stay pretty much the same as far as matching," Jennifer said and added, "We'd have to get you something that Susan doesn't recognize but it would be pretty much the same as what you wore before. Susan has two pair of those strap shoes so you can wear the second pair."

"What about the, you know," Steve asked with an odd feeling growing inside.

"The baby stuff," Jennifer asked.

"The baby stuff," Steve asked feeling oddly giddy as he went back to that night. He was also thankful that his tee-shirt was outside of his jeans.

"That too would be pretty much the same. Kind of has to be," Jennifer said. There was a sudden blush to her face that Steve noticed immediately as she added, "although I promise that I won't be as forward as I was the last time I changed you."

"If I was to say yes to this there would have to be additional conditions," Steve said.

"Name them," Jennifer answered.

"Would this be the only time would might there be other times as well," Steve asked suddenly surprised that he was even asking such a thing.

"If it works, then I would hope for other times," Jennifer noted.

"Then each time I agee to do this it is only for a specific play date and a specified time. Another event or time would require my new agreement," Steve noted using a finger to count one.

"Agreed," Jennifer noted.

"Minimum wage beginning when I arrive and ending when I leave," Steve noted.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"Everything has to take place within Dr. Brooks' house or the place where Susan is kept with no one present or knowing about my participation but you, Nancy and Sally unless I agree at the time," Steve noted.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"No pictures or recordings of any kind unless I agree at the time," Steve noted.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"And if I am wearing diapers I want guaranteed access to an adult toilet when I ask," Steve noted.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"And nothing done to me that can't be undone quickly, unless I agree," Steve said and added, "you know, like plucking eyebrows or something like that."

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"And if I wish to end it, for any reason, it ends," Steve said.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered and asked, "and you agree to at least wear the baby clothes?"

The intensity of Steve's sudden erection surprised him as he remembered that baby oil and Jennifer's attention. What was making it so worse, as in better, was the way she was dressed now. She was a fox for want of a better word as Steve tried to imagine himself in that same position once again.

"Yes," Steve answered.

Jennifer, in spite of her own embarrassment realized what was happening as Steve's own face began to redden.

"OK, listen, because I will say this just once, and I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I still have fantasies over that night. Good ones before you ask," Jennifer said smiling meekly.

"I'm not sure I'd go that far," Steve noted.

"How far would you be willing to go in defining that night," Jennifer asked.

"It was the weirdest night of my life," Steve said not daring to take on Jennifer's comments or add how he felt about it other than to add, "and what about that? Is there going to be any of that sexual innuendo? Or teasing?"

"No, absolutely not. Not this time. Like I said, this is about Susan," Jennifer said although Steve had the sudden feeling Jennifer wasn't being truthful.

"You realize this really is insane," Steve said desperate suddenly to say yes and not altogether clear as to why.

"I realize it might seem so, but not if you understand how we feel about Susan. We're desperate to save her and I honestly think you're the only one that can do that," Jennifer said and added, "please Steve, please do this for her."

"And no one else knows," Steve said and added, "and no pictures, right?"

"No one with the exceptions I've already noted, and no pictures," Jennifer said.

"How long and how often," Steve asked.

"A few hours, maybe once a week," Jennifer said and added, "to be honest with you we're not sure what it's going to take. Perhaps you could see yourself clear to try, say half a day on a Saturday and then maybe once or twice a week for a couple of hours."

"When would this start," Steve asked.

"Soon as we get you your outfit. That would be up to Nancy, but for Susan's sake, I think she'd work night and day," Jennifer said and asked, "Steve, don't agree to do this, and not go through with it. I mean if you're thinking of just playing us, I'd rather you didn't. We don't have the time."

"I'm not playing you, just trying to wrap my head around this. You've got to admit this has got to be the oddest request a guy ever got," Steve said softening a little. Clearly Jennifer wasn't the ogre he'd imagined, and the notion or some of the notions of this were driving him nuts.

"Please Steve, I'm serious," Jennifer said.

"I know. OK, look, I'm not going to say I'm all that excited about doing this, but if it might help I guess I could at least try, but you've also got to promise me this is real," Steve said realizing that if Jennifer was playing him there was nothing he could do about it other than to turn and walk away right then and there. Trouble was he couldn't.

"I'm not playing you, and I'll swear to that," Jennifer said.

"So now what," Steve asked.

"I call Nancy. The next part would be up to her," Jennifer said as she fished for her cell phone. She flipped it open and asked, "so do I make the call?"

"Make the call," Steve said and Susan punched the numbers in.

He stood there nodding a couple of times at guys coming and going. Jennifer was a fox no doubt of that as Jennifer said, "Hey, it's me. He said yes. I know, I know. What? Are you serious? Oh Nancy that's wonderful. Hold on a second."

"What," Steve asked.

"She's just finishing the outfit believe it or not. She wants to know if you'll be willing to come over now for a fitting," Jennifer said cupping the cell phone.

"She's finished it. I thought she needed time," Steve said getting suspicious suddenly.

"She would but she said she started the dress anyway, just in case you said yes," Jennifer said.

"Can't I wait till we got to the clinic," Steve said.

"And if it doesn't fit," Jennifer asked and added, "look, it's just a quick fitting. Nothing heavy duty, OK?"

"Fine," Steve said shivering a little and not from the cold. He was hoping Jennifer didn't see the goose bumps he had forming on his arms.

"Can you leave now," Jennifer asked with anticipation on her face.

"I guess so," Steve said.

"We're leaving now," Jennifer said into her cell phone before flipping it closed. Steve was standing there trying to figure out what he was doing and why when Jennifer suddenly moved right against him and hugged. It was a warm embrace and then she kissed him and that too was warm enough to have an impact, adding as she broke away, "thank you."

She was leading him to her car as Steve played over that brief interaction wondering how far that could be taken if he could find a way to take it further. He couldn't forget those torturous events that had somehow transformed themselves into something not so torturous over the past few weeks. His nightmares, as he called them, were not so nightmarish.

"What if she doesn't accept me, or for that matter doesn't like me," Steve asked as the world went by his window. The further they drove the closer he came to that day they'd played with him. It had been involuntary then, now he was driving straight for it.

"Trust me, she's going to accept you," Jennifer said sounding very sure of herself.

"Seriously, how can you know that," Steve asked.

"Because I do. Because I did and so did Nancy, and while I'm thinking about it, that also includes Dr. Brooks. We all accepted you that night. How could Susan not accept you," Jennifer said.

"You're not making sense. I mean that night wasn't exactly me doing something I wanted to do, nor you doing something you wanted to do. It was all meant to punish me, remember," Steve said.

"It was suppose to punish you, at least in the beginning, but that's just it, it didn't end up that way. Not for me and that's for sure, and in talking with Nancy later, after you left, she felt it as well. OK, obviously you're not going to admit this, but if I asked you if there was a moment, even just a few seconds when you sort of enjoyed it, would you even say so," Jennifer asked.

"You're kidding right," Steve asked now focusing on the traffic and not on Jennifer as he asked, "what would make you even consider such a notion?"

"Can I be honest and not risk upsetting you," Jennifer asked.

"I'll keep my end of the bargain," Steve said.

"Your sexual responses. It wasn't what you were saying so much as how you were responding. Honestly, I'm not trying to define you into some kind of weird stereotype, because I'm not even sure there is one, but the way you responded made me respond in a different way. By the time you had changed and was ready to go, I was wishing you were simply changing another dress to play some more," Jennifer said smiling mischievously.

"Now you are sounding weird," Steve said.

"So there wasn't a time, however short it might have been, when it was even a little exciting," Jennifer said taking a second to turn her head and look at Steve. His blush was an answer.

"I'm taking the fifth," Steve said realizing he couldn't answer. He didn't dare for fear he'd have to explain his answer and he wasn't sure he could as he added, "so what was it about that night that turned you on?"

In a way it was kind of like what some call Brat Play, which is a subset of Age Play. I guess what I found intriguing was the notion of it as BDSM. You know, BDSM as in dominance and submissive. Obviously I was the dominate and just as obvious you were the submissive and while the outfit helped a lot, it was the things we did that made it so incredibly erotic for me," Jennifer said.

"Brat Play," Steve asked.

"Do you know anything about Age Play," Jennifer asked.

"Not really," Steve asked.

"It's more or less adults role playing together with one playing the child, while the other plays the adult. Some do it for psychological reasons, some for the domination and sexual stimulation," Jennifer said.

"I take it you've done this sort of thing before," Steve asked.

"Not to the level that I went to that night. Not even close actually, but yes, I've been able to realize myself a dominate to a submissive on more than a few occasions," Jennifer said.

"Like whips and chains," Steve asked.

"No. Not hardly. Not even close. At least not so far," Jennifer said snickering as she added, "no, it was mostly me taking charge a couple of times and leading my partner. Leading instead of doing what females are expected to do, like follow. I hate following."

"I got that impression," Steve said warming to this odd woman sitting next to him as he added, "so you were telling me about this so called Brat Play."

"Right. OK, so Brat Play is when the adult playing the child plays a brat and actually puts up a verbal and/or physical resistance," Jennifer said.

"Like I was that night," Steve said realizing that, like it or not, he might very well have been involved in some kind of fantasy play.

"Exactly," Jennifer said and added, "that's what made me think of it. You were resisting, you know, being bratty, but even while you were resisting there was that sexual response as well and the whole thing was tearing me every which way but loose.

"And that turned you on," Steve said smiling sheepishly.

"No need to admit otherwise, yes, it turned me on," Jennifer said.

"Which also means that since I'm doing this voluntarily all of a sudden, it's no longer going to be a turn-on for you," Steve asked smiling mischievously.

"Oh, I see where this is going, and are you sure you want to continue this conversation? Honestly Steve, I don't want to say anything that is going to upset you or put in jeopardy what we are doing for Susan's sake," Jennifer said sounding suddenly serious.

"Look, you've got to admit this is going to be one very weird day for me. Weirder say than even that night was. Truth is I don't know why I even said yes. Oh sure, it's for Susan's sake and that's safe enough as a reason, but the truth is I'm not sure. Which might mean I'm actually afraid to admit why I even said yes to this. Look, I guess what I'm saying is, it would be a whole lot better knowing I wasn't the only one feeling the way I'm feeling about this. If that makes sense," Steve said feeling incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden.

Jennifer was silent but she took the time to look at Steve a couple of times trying to read his face as she continued making her way to Nancy's place.

"Would it help if I told you that most of my nights have been spent fantasizing about you and that night," Jennifer asked looking very sincere when Steve looked at her.

"It would help a lot," Steve said feeling that constant arousal, since they'd left, growing suddenly painful. He was thankful again his tee-shirt wasn't tucked into his pants but worried that the conversation and his imagination was going to create problems.

"This is becoming increasingly interesting," Jennifer said as she added, "so if I was to ask you to do this for my sake, after you did this for Susan's sake, how would you answer?"

"I guess I would want to know if it would work for you like it's suppose to work for Susan," Steve asked.

"That's easy enough to answer - Yes," Jennifer said and added, "and while I would love to take this to the next level, it's too late. We're here."

"Thank the stars," Steve said as Jennifer pulled onto two narrow strips of concrete that obviously was once used for carriages since the large Victorian dated back to those days as Steve asked, "Nancy makes enough from being a seamstress to afford this?"

"Costumer," Jennifer said.

"Costumer," Steve asked.

"As in costume designer. She's more designer than seamstress. She's done a number of movies, plays and private designs. She has designed fashions, including her own. She has a line she sells through several retail chains. She really is quite good," Jennifer said.

"So I've noticed," Steve said wondering what sort of dress to expect.

"So we've been forgiven," Nancy asked of Steve after hugging Jennifer and him.

"Depends," Steve said smiling uncomfortably.

"Depends," Nancy said.

"He says he's not going to wear just any old thing, it's got to be special," Jennifer said.

"No I didn't," Steve said blushing as he turned to Jennifer.

"Well, in either case, it's most definitely not just any old thing. Susan loves frills and she is going to just love the dress your going to be wearing," Nancy said.

"Oh," Steve said as Nancy began walking down the spacious hall. The hardwood floors, covered occasionally with oval rugs had been refinished, clearly, and just as clearly original. If not original they looked it. The house looked as if it had just been built but every bit of it spoke with decades of history.

"Steve, would you mind taking a shower first. I've got two kinds of soap you can use," Nancy said.

"Shower? I thought this was just a fitting," Steve asked and added, "and I'd just showered before Jennifer arrived."

"It's not that. It's your scent. We need to eliminate as much of it as we can before we dress you," Nancy said and added, "it's Susan's sense of smell. We've got to hide the male, as much as is possible, from her keen sense of smell. If you dress without taking that shower first you'll leave some of your scent on the clothes."

"Oh. OK, I guess I can do that," Steve said.

"You'll be changing in one of my guest rooms and I've got the bathroom all ready for you. Jennifer, honey, tell me you've been wearing his diapers," Nancy asked.

"I have, and I'll be glad to get back into panties," Jennifer said as they entered a very Victorian room with a connecting bath. On a large wardrobe, a very expensive hand carved wardrobe, hung the dress and behind it the slip. The Mary Jane shoes were neatly sitting below with a pair of lacy socks.

"You're wearing a diaper," Steve asked shocked enough to spin around to face Jennifer who was beet red at the moment.

"As it happens, yes. Your diapers actually. The same ones you'll be wearing. Again, it's for the scent," Jennifer said as she gathered the skirt of her sun dress till she exposed the soft pink baby pants and diapers.

"OK, when I said this would be the second weirdest day of my life, I guess I should change that to be all in capitals," Steve said.

"Shower," Jennifer said frowning as she began fusing with the diaper pin on the right side before adding, "we're all doing our part for Susan's sake.

"Right, shower," Steve said moving to the bathroom, but not before he took another glance at Jennifer unhooking the diaper pin. His heart was racing as he entered the bathroom and not sure it was because Jennifer had been wearing diapers and plastic panties but the same ones he'd be wearing.

"I've put two new razors on the soap tray. One for your legs, the other for your face. Use the bar of soap first then the liquid soap after that," Nancy said as she showed Steve what she was talking about. On the spacious counter sat baby powder and something small and pretty that turned out to be a feminine spray bottle of Lov's Baby Soft perfume.

"I'm shaving my legs," Steve asked.

"If it's OK," Nancy asked and added, "if not, then I'm hoping Susan won't notice that kind of detail."

"Remember, I don't have to do anything that is long term and shaving my legs would be long term," Steve noted.

"True and if you don't want to that's OK. To be honest with you, I sort of like the notion of you having smooth legs," Jennifer said.

"Right! OK, so I'm shaving my legs," he said as he watched Nancy start the water. She tested it first, then twisted the ornate knob that controlled the shower. The shower head and plumbing was outside of the wall with the shower curtain floating around the tub in an oval on another chrome fixture.