Victor(ia)'s Secret

3. Becoming Victoria

The night passed in a whisper of tranquility, and as the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, Victor stirred awake. He blushed as he noticed he was still suckling on his pacifier, so he gently removed it from his mouth.

As Victor prepared to rise from bed, aunt Linda and Mia entered the room. Mia was just wearing a fresh pull-up and looked at him with a sleepy smile, her innocence radiating in the early morning light. "Good morning, Victor," she murmured, her voice filled with sweetness.

"Good morning, Mia," Victor replied, "good morning, aunt Linda." "Good morning, honey," his aunt answered with a warm smile, "Let's check that diapy, shall we?" Victor blushed red as he remembered what he was wearing and noticed it felt heavier and thicker than before. Aunt Linda lifted his nighty and slid a finger in the top of his diaper. "Seems like you aren't as big as you say you are," she stated as she proclaimed him soaked.

Victor became overwhelmed by his emotions as he realised he had wet the diaper during the night and a few tears formed in the corner of his eyes. "Come on, honey, it's nothing to worry yourself about," his aunt soothed him and placed his paci back in his mouth. "Let's get you cleaned up and you'll feel all better."

She led him to Mia's nursery and guided him onto the changing table. She lifted his nighty off him and proceded to untape the diaper. Victor blushed the entire time as his aunt whiped him clean and powdered him again. As he got off the changing table, his aunt, to his embarrassment, held out one of Mia's pull-ups for him to wear. Reluctantly he stepped into them and she pulled them up to his waist checking they fit nice and snug. "There," she said, "that's better." "Why can't I wear my panties?" Victor asked shyly and ashamed as this was a question he never dreamt of asking. "You just soaked yourself," his aunt said, "I think it's better to stay safe than sorry. If you can prove you're a big boy, you can wear your panties again."

Curious about why they even still had diapers in the house, he asked his aunt about it. His aunt explained that Mia was just finishing the process of potty training and sometimes still wore diapers at night and pull-ups during the day, but was close to move on to big girl panties. She added that it was only logical for Victor to wear one as well, considering they would be spending the day together and he'd be wearing her clothes.

When she started to guide him out of the room, he abruptly stopped in his tracks. "What about clothes?" he asked. "You'll be fine in just your pull-up for now, honey, just like Mia. We'll look for something cute for you to wear after breakfast. I didn't know you were that eager to put on another pretty dress," she winked. Victor blushed deep red and remained silent, when Mia agreed with his aunt that he looked really cute in her dresses.

Together, they made their way to the kitchen, where Aunt Linda started preparing breakfast. Soon the aroma of pancakes filled the air, and the family gathered around the table, ready to embark on a new day filled with adventure, discovery and for Victor probably more embarrassment.

When they got down to the kitchen Mia proudly announced that since she was dry last night, she could sit on a nomal chair. "That's right, Mia, you're becoming a big girl, so you can sit on a big girl chair." She placed a booster on a chair and helped her on it, Mia all the way beaming with pride. Victor looked at the scene slowly starting to realise what that meant for him.

"Alright, now let's get you seated nice and comfy," his aunt said as she helped him in Mia's highchair and closed the tray and straps. He felt absolutely dreadful as his aunt gave Mia a normal plate and a sippy cup, while he got a plastic plate and a babybottle. His aunt had cut up his pancakes for him and gave him a plastic fork to eat.

The pancakes were yummie and his bottle tasted delicious! But as he smeared some chocolat on his face, his aunt suddenly chuckled, "O silly me," and she got up and to his embarrassment put a bib around his neck.