By the time his mother had returned you had made many changes to the boys personality. When his mom entered the stall the boy threw himself into his mother's arms. "Mommy don't leave me." the boy almost sobbed. He was scared to be left alone.
"Don't worry honey," his mother soothed. She then opened the package of pullups and held one out for her son to step into. The boy, who wasn't wearing anything under his waist including shoes or socks, dutifully stepped into the pullup. His mother brought the pullup to his waist and then opened the stall door.
"How do I look?" the boy asked.
"You look fine," the mother encouraged.
The boy didn't have any qualms about wearing only a diaper under his shirt. The boy then walked to the mirror over the sinks and looked at himself. He didn't have the stride of a boy or even a little girl, he had the fluid walk of a sexy young woman with one foot in front of the other and his arms bent at the elbows and his hands hug loosely from his wrists. "Mommy," the boy asked. "Can I borrow your lipstick?" Although the boy wasn't bothered that his lower body was naked, he was highly agitated that his face was naked of makeup.
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