The Adoption Of

 Little Orphan

 Danny

By K.T. Leone

(Little Katie)

Part V: Nearing the end

Danny looked out the car window and saw the familiar driveway of the house he hoped he could forever call home. “We're back, Aunt Carol,” he said happily, hoping he didn't let on that he was a little afraid that they would actually be returning to the orphanage.

“That we are, Princess,” Carol gave the pretty child a smile. “I'm sure you'll be happy to get out of those soiled diapers and into a nice warm bath.

“Yes ma'am.” Danny smiled, blushed, and turned away. He was surprised he actually used the diaper, but two large chocolate malts and rush hour traffic didn't leave him much of a chose. Even more surprising was the fact that the wet, slightly sagging garment didn't cause him that much discomfort. The radio and light conversation on the ride back also served as a distraction and Danny didn't let on that he went twice.
Carol got out of the car and walked to the passenger side. “Are you still my little girl?” she asked as she opened the door. “Or do you want to return to a boy now?”

“Can I still pretend to be a little girl just 'til we go shopping tomorrow?” Danny looked up with hopeful eyes and prayed that he wasn't taking things too far.

“Of course you can.” Carol smiled as she lifted Danny out of the seat. “And how old is my pretty little angel girl?” she mused as they made their way in.

“I'm still four, Aunt Carol, just like Cynthia.” Danny couldn't help but to gush.

“Not just like Cynthia,” Carol said as she placed the child on the couch in the living room. “You are much, much prettier and sweeter.”

Danny closed his eyes and soaked in the compliment. The words made him feel warm and special in ways he never felt before or ever imagined.

“Let's get you changed down here for your bath,” Carol said after a moment.

“Yes ma'am,” Danny replied even though Carol was already busy removing one of his white Mary-Jane's. The second came off just as quickly and soon the pair of stockings were rolled down. Only with their absence did Danny realize the sheer pleasure he felt in wearing them. The pretty white dress was removed last and Danny found himself lying on the couch wearing just the diaper and the pigtails.

Carol looked down at the little pixie, even without the feminine clothing, the child still exuded girlishness in all its splendor. “Let's get that wet diaper off and then head up for your bath,” she said with just a hint of excitement so the child wouldn't think she was mad at her, him. When Danny didn't reply, she assumed that meant it was okay. She unfastened the tape and slid the diaper from between the child's legs. Even with the small penis dangling right in front of her, Carol still couldn't imagine Danny being anything but a girl and felt a little sad that this game would be over soon. She hoped Danny would still choose to explore this side of himself, something she would certainly encourage, but she knew that it would be hard for the child to accept such a role, especially coming from the environment he did. “Come on pretty little girl, let's take that bath.”

Danny extended his arms forward. “Carry me? Please?”

Carol loved the way Danny's voice dripped with sweetness. “But of course.” She cradled Danny in her arms and carried him like a proud mother would carry an infant. Danny laughed as he was rocked back and forth as they ascended the stairs. The fact that he was totally naked didn't seem to bother the child as Carol was glad to see the child immerse in his chosen role of pretend.

Danny, however, didn't realize he was pretending, he was just doing what came natural to him. It was as if all his repressed tendencies were simply spouting out like a fountain and he didn't want to turn off the faucet, not yet at least. He watched as the water filled the tub and kicked his feet slowly off the edge of the counter.

When he was placed in the bathtub, the water felt as warm as the feeling he had inside of him. That made Danny smile.

Carol gently washed the child with a sponge that slipped over her hand and some baby soap. Danny allowed her to wash him thoroughly, making sure each crevice was sufficiently soaped and rinsed.

As Carol washed between Danny's legs, he wondered how come it didn't grow like other boys said it should. Even though the soft sponge and warm soap felt pleasurable to him, his small 'wee-wee' just stayed almost hidden to the world. Danny was certain it was broken, and he wasn't so sure if he wanted it fixed, or have it at all for that matter. “Aunt Carol,” Danny spoke up as a cup of water was poured on his backside to rinse off the suds. “Can we keep the piggy tails in? Just for tonight, please?”

“I don't see why not.” Carol grinned. “I think tomorrow we'll take you to a barber, it looks like you have gone a long time without seeing one.”

“Okay,” Danny said almost glumly as the water drained.

Carol began drying the child. “I think first we'll get your clothes, you'll have to wear that suit until we at least buy you something.”

“It's okay, the suit isn't that bad,” Danny said in a whisper.

“But for now, you're still an angel princess and need to get dressed for bed.”

“Do you think Cynthia wears a diaper to bed,” Danny asked as he was placed on the floor outside the tub wearing just the towel.

“She's still young, so I think that she probably does for safety.”

“Can I wear a diaper to bed too,” Danny's eyes lit up in excitement.

“Certainly, let's go to your room and get one on.” Carol led the child across the hall and giggled slightly as he left the towel folded neatly behind in the bathroom. She thought how he was such a pretty, precious child and was all that a little girl was meant to be; if he were a little girl that is.

Once in the bedroom, Danny quickly climbed on the bed and laid down to make the task even easier for his caretaker, who he watched walk out of the room and quickly returned with a diaper and baby powder.”

“A little squirt for the little squirt,” Carol said as she let an ample amount of baby powder fall on Danny's bottom. She gently rubbed it into his behind and marveled at how soft his skin felt to the bare touch. “This way you won't get a rash,” Carol explained as she placed the diaper under the child and fastened it into place.

Danny smiled as he looked up. He didn't want to admit how at ease the diaper made him feel and how normal the whole idea struck him as. A small nightie, a pink one with no sleeves and a hem that allowed most of the diaper to stick out the bottom, was put on the boy and it made him feel that much better.

“You look very pretty princess,” Carol complimented as she tucked the child into bed. “Would you care for a bed time story?”

“Yes please,” Danny said as he clutched his favorite doll and brought it close to his chest. “The same one as yesterday, please.”

“Of course.” Carol had left the pages by the side of the bed and read Little Katie's 'The Boy who Wanted to be a Girl' to the delight of Danny.

“She was lucky to have such a nice mommy,” Danny commented after the story was done. “I bet she grew up happy and pretty.”

“I think she did too.” Carol gave the child a kiss on the forehead. “Just because you end your game tomorrow, don't think you can't go back to pretending anytime you like.”

“I think I'll be done pretending I'm a girl tomorrow, Aunt Carol,” Danny said with a certain intensity and resolve that it was surprising to Carol.

“As you wish. I like you for who you are young Danny, and that goes far beyond what clothes you choose to wear. You're a rare gem. Good night, sweet princess.” Once again, Carol gave the child a kiss, this time a peck on the lips.

“Good night, Aunt Carol.” Danny returned a similar kiss and watched the lady leave the room and close the door. “Tomorrow I stop pretending to be a girl and start pretending to be something I'm really not,” Danny told his doll in a hushed whisper. A tear fell from his eye as he rolled to his side. He placed his thumb in his mouth and found sucking it peculiarly comforting. The day finally took its toll on the child and Danny fell asleep, still shedding silent tears that his voyage as a girl was coming to an end. Even if he could go back to pretending, he doubted he could be as immersed in femininity as he had been the last two days.

THE END?

Author note: Is this the end, I doubt it because I have the little question mark. In my life I know that it is hard to chose between what I know I am on the inside and what people expect me to be. I often choose the latter because I want to be accepted and fear rejection. Who knows if Danny will choose a similar path? Find out Sunday when I post the next installment. I know this is short but who wants to do a lot of work on a Thursday.