Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2005 08:18:19 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "April's Showers" Ch. 3

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 Wal*Mart, 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 Wal*Mart, 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 . . . .


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