Truth or Dare
		    By Hal

     "You understand," said Madonna, "that I'm looking for a
special individual, one who can take charge and run this
household in a no nonsense manner?" Janice Winters looked at her
perspective employer across the expensive mahogany desk. She
folded her well manicured hands in her lap and said primly,
     "Ms. Ciccone, I appreciate your position. You have a large
staff here. A nine month old baby. Your position in the recording
and entertainment world makes huge demands on your time, and you
can't be bothered by the rather hum©drum realities of daily
domestic affairs..." The queen of popular culture took this in
and merely nodded. Janice continued,
     "I believe you'll find my qualifications to be impeccable.
My last position was director of a private hospital in New
England. It was a difficult and demanding job, dealing with
troubled patients and a staff of over 200. I don't believe that
this position will present anything that I can't handle". Madonna
stood and walked to the window. Since the birth of her baby, she
had worked hard to get back in shape and was now reaping the
rewards of hours of daily aerobic exercise. She wore trim fitting
brown slacks, her curves sleek and well defined. From her chair,
Janice frowned. The slacks were to tight, and the lines of her
underpants were clearly visible. Madonna, she thought, should be
wearing something more appropriate. Gazing out over the lawns,
Madonna said,
     "Do you have any children of your own"?. Janice smiled, and
her eyes took on a far away look of pleasure.
     "As a matter of fact, I do. My daughter Jackie is enrolled
in a special school back east".
     "Special school?", said Madonna, "Don't you miss her?"
Jancie again smiled. Leaning forward in her chair she said,Ôher activates have to be carefully policed..." Madonna let this
last remark pass.
     "You'll have complete charge over this household©©and I do
mean complete. All staff scheduling, estate budgeting, and
personnel issues will come under your purview..." Madonna paused,
and turned away from the window. She placed her hands on her trim
hips, feeling the taunt material of her slacks.
     "...And there's one thing more," she continued. "I'm sure
you've heard rumors that I'm some power©mad, self©absorbed bitchª©in a way, some of these things are true". Janice simply looked
at her and nodded.
     "They're true in a sense that I demand perfection, and I had
to be self©centered to get where I am today. However, that being
the case, I'm going to ask you to take on an additional charge©©ªme!!". Despite herself, Janice was taken aback. She's heard that
Madonna was into power games, both liking to be dominated and
being the dominator. In fact, it was part of the reason she had
decided to apply for the post. However, she never dreamed of
being presented with such a clear challenge from the diva of the
pop world. She allowed herself a fleeting smile but still said
nothing.
     "What I mean," said Madonna, "is that I'm used to doing what
I want©© staying up to all hours, throwing parties, etc. For
little Lourdes' sake, that must stop. I've got to keep regular
hours and provide a wholesome, healthy atmosphere in which to
bring her up". Madonna paused, and came around the desk and took
a seat next to Janice. Looking directly in her eyes, she said,
     "What I need from you is a strong right hand©©© someone to
help keep me on track whether I like it or not©© because believe
me, I can be stubborn. I'm going to need your help if I'm going
to change. You'll set the rules of the house and I'll abide by
them. No wild parties 'till 4:00 a.m, that sort of thing..."
Janice's mind was racing. She couldn't believe the opportunity
that was being dumped in her lap. She was quite sure that Madonna
was looking for a domestic version of a close confident©© an
older women who would run the household with a stern grace. She
would be expected to gently chide the mistress when she broke
some house rule. Well, she thought, Madonna doesn't know it yet,
be she's going to get more than she bargained for!! Clearing her
throat she said,
     I believe I know what you're looking for. I'm sure I can
handle all the particulars. However, I must say from the outset
that if you give me power, I'm going to use it. I'll want a
signed statement that outlines my powers over the household. If
I'm going to run domestic matters at the estate, I can't have my
authority questioned...by anyone". Madonna clapped her hands in
delight. She had a feeling that she hired the right person for
the job. 
     "Excellent, she exclaimed, "the job is yours!!" Both women
rose from their chairs. Madonna again went to the window. Janice
again noted her tight pants, the visible panty©lines. She decidedÔ     "Louise, she said, "take off those pants©© they're much to
tight for you and the lines of your underpants show.... not very
appropriate for a wholesome household!". Madonna was stunned!
nobody called her by her hated given name©© and what was this
about being made to undress? She suddenly realized that Janice
was testing her resolve, almost daring her to change her mind and
throw her out. Well, she thought, Janice didn't know how willful
she could be©© if she wanted some sort of bizarre test, than she
could have one! Looking at Janice, she grinned lazily. Her hands
went to her tight©panted ass.
     "Take off my pants?" she said, "I kind of like them...sure
they're a little tight but..." she never finished. Before she
could go on, Janice closed the space between them. She spun
Madonna around and undid her pants. Before she could react,
Madonna found them around her ankles. Jancie then pulled them
off, along with her shoes. She stood there in just her blouse and 
silken underpants, which were now more visible to the world than
as faint lines under trim fitting slacks. The speed at which
things were moving made her dizzy. Janice reached into the large
bag she carried and pulled out a bundle of clothing.
     "I believe in being prepared", she said. "During our
previous conversations, some of your statements led me to believe
you were looking for guidance and direction. I took the liberty
of arranging some clothing should it be necessary to test your
resolve". Madonna glanced at the outfit on her desk. Her bare
nyloned feet sank deeply into the expensive carpet as she shifted
her weight. Moments ago, in her tight pants, she had felt secure
and in charge, now, with her pantyhosed ass on display, she felt
helpless and ineffectual. Madonna's eyes widened as she took in
the red cotton tights and navy blue sailors dress. The outfit
looked so childish!
     "Punishment tights," said Janice. "If you want me to be the
mistress of this household you're going to have to live by the
rules. That means not running in pants so tight that even your
panty lines are visible..." Janice paused, eyeing the stricken
rock star.
     "It's really up to you, Louise. Nominally, you're still in
charge. You can throw me out. But if I stay, it's on my terms".
Madonna thought hard. She was thrilled about someone else taking
charge©© and the outfit©©it was so kinky!. A part of her loved
the danger, loved the challenge. Besides, did Janice really think
that cotton tights could repress her independent personality, her
iron will?
     "It's going to take a lot more than punishment tights to
reign me in!" she said. Janice said nothing. She went to where
Madonna stood and unbuttoned her blouse. The lacy bra and
expensive pantyhose soon followed. Finally, the imported french
silken panties were removed. Janice thrust Madonna's clothes into
her bag. Naked, Madonna stood uneasily in the center of the room.
Janice held up the a pair of white cotton panties with a floral
print.Ôsaid. Madonna said nothing, and allowed the panties to be drawn
up her legs. Next, Janice had her step into the red cotton
tights. A cotton vest, followed by the sailors dress, completed
her new outfit.
     "There, said Janice, now we have you wearing something more
appropriate!" Madonna pulled at the hem of the dress©© it was so
short that her white cotton underpants could be seen in every
detail! Even the waistband of her tights showed!
     "Ohhh, she cried, my panties are showing!" Janice just
smiled.
     "Your panties have been showing all day, only now they're
doing so in a way that's visible even to you!". Madonna pouted.
Five minutes ago she had been in total charge, an employer
interviewing a perspective employee. She had been fully dressed
adult in her hip, trendy clothes. Now she stood there in a
childishly short sailor's dress that was hopeless in concealing
her training panties. To top it off, she was being made to wear
cotton tights like some grade schooler! and it was of her free
will!! Janice produced several documents.
     "These detail my position here at the estate. They spell out
my authority, so to speak. Your signature attests that these
powers have been rightfully given to me by you in accordance with
all state laws. To run the household and manage the budget, I'm
going to need power of attorney and so on. We also need a
witness..." Madonna clutched at the hem of her dress trying to
pull it down. Every inch of her blushed red©© almost as red as
her babyish tights.
     "A witness?", she asked uncertainty. "I suppose I could ask
Lourdes' nurse to come downstairs..." Taking small steps, Madonna
went to the intercom and asked for the nurse to join them in the
study. Moments later, there was a polite knock on the door. Nurse
Sara Hastings then entered. She stopped short at seeing her
Mistress in tights with underpants showing. She knew her Mistress
as a harsh, demanding taskmaster. Rarely was she satisfied when
it came to her performance as Lourdes' nurse. She was always
commenting about the way the baby's diapers were done, about the
temperature of the room©©anything. Until now, her boss was a no
nonsense, hard driving business woman with a will of iron. To see
her reduced to the status of a 6 year old child was to much.
Stifling a laugh, she turned to Janice.
     "Can I be of some assistance?", she asked, addressing her
remarks to Janice. At this, Madonna's eyes flashed.
     "Speak to me!©©I won't be ignored in my own house by my own
employee!", she shouted.
     "Silence the child,!" said Janice to the nurse. Nurse Sara
wasn't sure what was going on here, but clearly, her former
Mistress was in no position to be giving orders©© not dressed
like Shirley Temple! She advanced on Madonna who involuntary took
a step back©© her legs hit the edge of the study sofa and she
feel onto it in a heap, cotton tighted legs in the air with her
white pantied ass on display.Ôwant you to witness, nurse", said Janice. "they give me certain
powers. Your former Mistress has been very bad, parading about in
slacks that were far to tight. That is why she is wearing
punishment tights. For that infraction, she is to be sent to bed.
However, don't let any of the other staff see her. Make sure the
way is clear from here to her bedroom©© buzz us when that has
been accomplished". Nurse Sara nodded and left. Madonna,
struggling to her bare feet and trying to yank her obscenely
short dress down, said,
     "Bed!! it's not even noon!!©© I'm not tired and I won't be
packed off to bed like some bad little girl!
I....owwwwwwwwwwwwww!", she cried, as Janice grabbed and twisted
her ear.
     "Silence child!", said Janice. "You will be going to bed©©
every time you break one of the house rules, its' punishment
tights and bed before noon©© remember that!!©©and count yourself
fortunate that I've arranged that the rest of the staff will not
see you in your babyish condition©© this one time!!" The intercom
buzzed, and Janice dragged the protesting diva into the hallway
and up the stairs. In Madonna's bedroom, Nurse Sara waited.
Madonna looked on in shock as the covers were pulled down. Janice
then pulled the heavy curtains, throwing the room into an almost
pitch darkness. However, bright sunlight still peeked in from the
edges of the drapes, reminding Madonna that it was only 11:15
a.m. on a sunny spring day. Her cheeks hot with humiliation,
Madonna was tucked in by Janice, who kissed her on the cheek. She
flushed again when Nurse Sara handed her one of Lourdes' teddy
bears.
     "You will be silent and go to sleep little girl," said
Janice, "or I'll spank your little bottom in front of the entire
staff!!" She looked around the elegantly furnished room©©
something would have to be done about the decor very soon.
     "Come nurse," said Janice, "we have a lot of work to do"! As
the nurse was leaving, she stuck her tounge out at Madonna. After
the door closed, leaving her alone in the stuffy darkness,
Madonna through herself on her stomach and began to pout.
     "I'm not a little girl©©© I'm not a little girl", she kept
repeating. However, these sentiments did not keep her from
clutching the teddy bear tightly as she squirmed in her bed, her
babydoll dress bunched well above her waist.

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     The weeks flew by and the incident receded into the
background. Janice took up management of the estate and set the
house rules. Madonna had to be in bed every night my 10:00 during
the week and could stay up until midnight on weekends. AllÔtime to time, Madonna signed papers brought to her. She hardly
looked at them. A strange transformation seemed to come over the
Vixen of the music world. She was polite, even deferential. She
followed the rules to the letter, trying hard to be a good
mother. She chaffed at the restrictions on her freedom, but it
was a small price to pay for her child's happiness. Since the day
she had been sent to bed early, Madonna had been careful not to
anger Janice in any way. As time passed, Madonna felt the balance
of power shift away from her. The staff at the estate was polite,
but clearly looked to Janice as the Mistress of the house. While
this irritated Madonna to no end, she once again reasoned that it
was for the best. Little by little, her authority was chipped
away by Janice, until Madonna began to regret her decision.
Things came to a head one day when Madonna came home from a
recording session and found workman in her upstairs bedroom.
     "Janice, she said, "What's going on?" Janice smiled and
looked at the confused girl.
     "Nothing," she said flatly. "Just a little redecorating.
Didn't you say something about a new bedroom set?" Madonna slowly
nodded her head. Yes, she had been planning to buy new furniture
but she would have liked to be consulted before anything was
actually done! However, it was what she paid Janice for so she
really couldn't blame anyone but herself.
     "Ok, I guess you're right," she said. "I'll move into the
guest bedroom..." Janice said,
     "It's already been done. I've taken the liberty of moving
your things in there..." Madonna went down the hall and entered
the room. She found Nurse Sara going through the closet. Every
pair of pants, as well as various articles of her expensive
lingerie were being thrust into a large plastic trash bin.
     "Sara," said Madonna sternly, "What are you doing with my
things?" Sara smiled smugly.
     "I'm following the Mistresses' orders, young miss". Madonna
glowered. Before she could say anything, Janice had entered the
room. Madonna watched in dis©belief as Sara wheeled out the bin
containing her clothing.
     "Janice, what the hell is going on?!" said Madonna.
     "Louise," said Janice, "Your not allowed to wear pants from
this moment on. I've tried to be accommodating, but every time
you put on a pair, you insists that they be skin tight. I hope
you remember the earlier lesson you were taught about that..."
Madonna certainly did. Since that day, she had hardly worn pants,
preferring to wear demure print dresses and sensible shoes.
However, when Janice wasn't around, she sometimes wore her tight
pants. It now appeared the staff was spying on her, reporting
back to Janice!! she would have to doing something about that
very soon. In fact, she thought, she was growing a little tired
of this stern woman who she had hired to run her affairs. Perhaps
it was time to remind her just who was in charge.
     "Janice, we'll discuss this incident in my study later".
This last statement was almost laughable. Since her arrival,Ôforbidden to go in there. It was explained that Janice "didn't
want the little girl messing up all the important papers".        
     Madonna took a breath and continued,
     "Next week is Lourde's first birthday. I want you to cater a
big birthday celebration. I'll want the press, my peers, and
people form the industry to attend. No expense spared. This is to
be a children's birthday party©© however, remember that it will
be essentially a vehicle for me to show off Lourdes to the worldª©ohhh, and one more thing©©make sure that bitch Mariah Carey
comes©© I want to rub my success in her face!!!!" Janice just
sighed. After all her hard work here, Madonna was still acting
like a spoiled, self centered child. Obviously, she was going to
have to take stronger measures. She said,
     "I understand Louise. Don't worry. I'll arrange everything".
Madonna beamed happily.
     "I must go shopping to pick out a dynamite outfit. I want to
show off my slim figure©© that bitch Mariah will be so
jealous!!!" She tuned and left the room. Janice stared after her.
Yes indeed, she thought. Madonna must have a special outfit for
the party. She smiled.
  
   
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     Madonna directed the driver of the limousine to pull up in
front of the mansions' main entrance. After all, she thought, the
star has to make an entrance. The driver stopped the car and then
opened her door. Madonna stood, smoothing her tight skirt against
her trim hips. Once again she gave silent thanks for keeping up
on her exercise regime. It wasn't easy getting back in ship after
the pregnancy, but she had done it! She buttoned her suit jacket
and walked up the marble steps, her high heels tapping loudly on
the costly stone.
     Sunlight glistened off her legs, encased in expensive silken
pantyhose. Madonna relished the feeling of being tightly gripped
by the taunt material. Her silken panties teased her sensitive
core as she walked, making her face glow with a pleasant blush.
She took a deep breath before opening the door. This is it, she
thought, the grand entrance! 
     Inside, the guests stood quietly about, making small talk
and sipping champaign. The back patio was set for Lourdes'
birthday, and several of the guests' children played on the
recently erected playground equipment.
     "Hey everybody," a well dressed young woman called out,
Madonna's here!!". A cry went up and people crowded around her.
Madonna basked in the attention, every inch the star in her own
special world. Guests were commenting on her exquisite taste in
clothes and her trim figure. Mariah Carey stood by and fumed. SheÔmediocre singer who lived on image rather than talent. Still,
thought Mariah, she carries it off well.
     "Hello Madonna," she said, "Wonderful outfit. You look
smashing...I wish we could say the same about your last album,
but these things happen..." Mariah smiled like a shark looking at
dinner. Madonna inwardly fumed. The bitch!, she thought. I'll
show her what's smashing! She took a step forward but was
intercepted by Janice.
     "Louise, where have you been--- you're late for your
daughter's birthday party!". Madonna looked at Janice. She was
growing a little tired of her hired house mistress and her
officious attitude. Madonna secretly wondered just who was in
charge around here. She turned to Janice and said,
     "Janice, I was delayed. Is everything in order?"
     "Perfect order, Louise", Janice replied. "I need you to come
upstairs to change". Janice looked at Madonna's stylish suit and
frowned. The frown deepened when she noted the pantyhose and
heels. Well, she thought, those will soon be history!. Madonna
was puzzled. What was she talking about? Her face must have
betrayed her feelings, for Janice said,
     "I thought about what you said about wanting this to be a
traditional birthday celebration with your own outrageous
personality mixed in. I've arranged a special outfit for you that
I think will fit the bill perfectly..." She gently gripped
Madonna by the arm and led her away from the guests. Madonna,
despite herself, let herself be guided away.
     "Enjoy yourself, everybody", she called over her shoulder.
"I'll be back down in a few minutes!". The guests watched the
elegantly clad diva ascend the thickly carpeted stairs. Mariah
decided to follow. What on earth is Madonna up to, she wondered.
     Madonna and Janice, with Mariah behind them, walked to the
guest bedroom. Upon entering, Madonna saw that Lourdes' nurse was
already there. 
     "Sara, what are you doing here...and who is looking after
Lourdes?" Madonna said this last in her most demanding tone. She
stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring. Sara stood and
smoothed her trim, white nurses' dress down. She was filled with
anger over her employer's treatment of her, and the casual way
she treated motherhood. Perhaps now the prima-donna of the pop
world would finally get her just deserts!. Janice looked at
Madonna and noted that Mariah had also entered the room. She
said,
     "Louise, Lourdes is being well looked after. Sara is here to
help you get dressed for the party. Some of the items might be a
little unfamiliar to you and I thought you'd need some help..."
Madonna looked at Janice and was about to reply when she spied
the articles of clothing that were spread out on the bed. She
couldn't believe her eyes. They were clothes for a little girl,
sized for an adult! In fact, the outfit was an exact match for
the one that Lourdes was now wearing!!! Madonna picked up the
white party dress, adorned with rows of white ribbon and lace. ItÔmatching vest
and panties were laid out. The garments were made of thick
cotton, and Madonna could see that the juvenile underpants had a
picture of Ezmerelda from Disney's "Aladdin" emblazoned on the
seat. Next to these were navy blue cotton tights. A black pair of
mary
jane shoes completed the ensemble. Madonna couldn't believe her
eyes. With a faltering voice, she said,
     "These are clothes for a little girl...I won't make a fool
of myself in front of my guests, the reporters, and important
people from the trade..." Janice looked at her and said,
     "But Louise, you won't look like a fool. It's something
unexpected. Outrageous. Who but Madonna would dare do something
like this? Who but you could pull it off? Didn't you pose naked
in your SEX book? Didn't you hitchhike in the nude? Didn't you
record a hit song about liking to be spanked?-- I tell you, this
is the perfect outfit to wear to your daughter's first birthday
party. It will be another Madonna creative triumph-- the guests
will absolutely go wild!!!" Madonna listened to this and her mind
began to race. Put in that perspective, Janice had a point. She
loved a challenge, and doing something like this would show
everyone that Madonna was still a personality to be reckoned
with!. Sure, she was now a mother, but the world was mistaken if
it thought that she was now tamed!! Janice stood by, sensing that
her employer was weakening.
     "Well, perhaps I was wrong," she said. "I suppose it's too
much of dare..." These words were the last straw for Madonna.
With her vanity taunted, her resolve to show them all hardened.
     "All right, I'll do it!!". With these words, she kicked of
her high heeled shoes and stood barefoot in pantyhose on the
thick piled carpet. She turned towards Mariah and said,
     "Now you're going to see a show...you won't ever be able to
top this stunt..." Mariah was a perceptive woman. More was going
on here than met the eye. She suspected that Madonna was indeed
right about seeing a show. However, the show might be a little
different than the one envisioned. Nurse Sara came over to
Madonna and began to unbutton her suit jacket. At the same time,
Janice undid her tight skirt. The garment feel to the floor
around Madonna's stockinged ankles.
     "Hey, cried, Madonna, "what's the big idea-- I can undress
myself--just give me a few minutes!" Janice looked at her and
said,
     "Louise, we have to hurry...the guests are waiting for your
arrival!!" With that, she reached down and pulled off Madonna's
skirt. Nurse Sara removed her white silken blouse and jewelry.
Madonna then stood there in just bra, panties, and pantyhose.
Mariah smiled. If what she suspected were true, it might be quite
some time before the material girl wore such grown©up undies
again. Feeling a bit exposed, Madonna shifted her feet. Now that
she was clad only in her underwear, she began to have second
thoughts about the whole thing.Ôignored her feeble protests and both she and the nurse escorted
the pantyhosed clad girl to the bathroom. Mariah again followed,
enjoying the predicament that Madonna had gotten herself in to.
Once inside the bathroom, nurse Sara took a washcloth and began
to scrub of Madonna's make©up.
     "After all," said the nurse, "little girl's don't wear
cosmetics!". Nurse Sara had dreamed of doing something like this
to her boss for many months. She had always thought that
Madonna's temper tantrums had been quite childish and that she
should be punished. She didn't even like the way Sara had
diapered little Lourdes. Sara could hardly contain herself. A
little later the material girl just might become the diaper girl!
     "OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" cried Madonna. "That hurts!". Janice had
undid her bra and now her pert breasts swung free. Nurse Sara had
finished with the washcloth and came around the stunned girl.
From behind, Janice looked at Madonna's pantyhosed ass, hugging
her silken panties. She traced the taunt center seam of the hose
and said,
     "Qooche qooche goo!". Madonna blushed. Her hands went to the
waist band of her hose as Nurse Sara attempted to yank them down.
After a brief tug of war, Madonna allowed the garment to be drawn
down her lithe lower body.
     "Little girl's don't wear grown©up panties, young miss" said
Nurse Sara. "and you really mustn't try on mommy's expensive
pantyhose," she chided. Madonna began to get angry. What was
happening here? the nurse seemed to be enjoying herself©© well,
after the party she would see who would be enjoying what. The now
naked Madonna was led back into the bedroom. She approached the
bed with the childish clothes with something like dread. How
could something so innocent look so menacing? The white cotton
vest was lifted up by Janice and placed on her. Madonna was
dismayed to see how much her shapely breasts were flattened by
the garment. She was still trying to come to terms with this when
nurse Sara asked her to step into the thick cotton panties. The
childish underpants were drawn up onto her waist. Madonna blushed
beat red when nurse Sara tucked the hem of the cotton vest into
the waistband of the Ezmeralda panties. Mariah Carey looked at
the pop icon standing there in just her childish underwear and
said,
     "Madonna©©©or should I call you Louise©©© yes, I think
Louise is more appropriate©©©©Louise, you look darling in those
thick cotton training panties©© much better than all that leather
and lace you wear in your videos!!" Madonna glowed beat red. How
dare that bitch make fun of her! Well, she was just trying to get
her goat and she wouldn't allow that to happen.
     "Well Mariah," she said with a false bravado that she didn't
quite feel, "I suppose your a stranger when it comes to things
that are innocent". Further conversation was halted as the navy
blue cotton tights were drawn up her legs. She noticed how
transparent they were, and how her white cotton underpants showed
through the thin material. She could even see the details of theÔsmoothed into place. Madonna pulled at the hem to draw the
garment down over her tights.
     "Hey, she cried, "This dress is to short!!" Madonna glanced
down and realized that the hem of the dress barely came down to
the waistband of the tights! Looking in the mirror, she saw that
the entire front of panties were in full view to the world!! She
turned around and saw Ezmeralda glancing back at her.
     "OH!!!!" she cried, trying to tug the dress down a bit.
Janice said,
     "Louise, stop that!!! you'll ruin your dress©© besides, so
it's a little short©©your worried about exposed underwear after
the career that you've had?" Madonna was mortified. It was true
that during her career she'd worn some pretty outrageous outfitsª© however, those clothes were worn by an adult in a sexual
manner. This outfit reduced her to a little girl, plain and
simple! The black mary janes were strapped on her feet and nurse
Sara took two blue ribbons and put her long blond up in pigtails.
Janice tied the bow of her white lace party dress, further
lifting the hemline. Madonna was led to the mirror. She heard
Mariah giggle. The image that stared back at her was nothing like
the attractive women who had entered the bedroom just 10 short
minutes ago. That women had been a stylishly dressed star of the
recording world. Her suit had been elegant and tailored. The
child who now stood in her face looked ridiculous, her far to
short dress exposing a navy blue, cotton©tighted ass encased in a
schoolgirls' panties. Her complexion was pale, her hair pulled
away from her face like a young girl. The pumps that functioned
as a badge of womanhood had been replaced by babyish mary jane
shoes. 
     "Oh, I look like a fool," Madonna cried. "I can't go down
stairs to the party like this©© I'll be a laughingstock!!"
     "I think you were a laughingstock before the outfit," said
Mariah. She stood there poised and elegant, wearing a trim black
party dress with suntan pantyhose and matching pumps. By
comparison, Madonna looked like a wayward child.
     "Just you wait, you bitch..." Madonna said. Almost against
her will, Madonna was led from the room by Janice to the top of
the stairs. One of the guests looked up and saw Madonna standing
there.
     "Look everybody, the baby's arrived!!!" Madonna flushed,
feeling like a fool. However, she decided to play it up. She
placed one foot on the railing and put her index finger on her
cheek, hamming it up like a little girl. To the crowds delight,
she then slid down the bannister. Maybe, thought Madonna, I might
just pull this off. However, she could immediately tell that the
crowd was laughing at her, not with her. One richly attired
female guest whispered to another,
     "Can you believe it©© she looks ridiculous©© but the outfit
does match her personality!!!!" the other guest laughed.
     "Yeah, she's finally gone to far©© I can't wait until I see
her picture in the paper©© do you remember when Elton John woreÔpretended not to hear these snide comments. The whispering of the
crowd grew louder. Few could hardly believe that the elegant
women who was just here in her fashionable clothes had been
suddenly replaced by the over eager child©© they wanted Madonna,
the star of popular culture©© not some overgrown cupie doll.
Madonna whirled around, her white underpants on full view.
     "Look at her dress," a man whispered. "It's baby short!!"
     "Yeah, said another, it looks like she's wearing training
panties..."
     "She is," said another, "my own daughter has a pair just
like them..."
     "I can't believe she would trade in her grown©up pantyhose
and undies for cotton tights," said another.
     "Still," said yet another, "The dress looks "right" on
her!!!"
     Madonna blushed beat red. Turning towards a waiter carrying
a tray of champaign, she grabbed a glass and said,
     "I propose a toast...I...." she never finished. The waiter
snatched the glass away from her!!! What was going on, Madonna
wondered.
     "Little girl's don't drink champaign" said the waiter. He
walked stiffly away. Madonna turned beat red with humiliation.
Everyone was staring at the little girl in the navy blue cotton
tights with her underwear showing.
     "Uhhhh, please excuse me....." said Madonna. She went to her
study, trying to hold her dress down as she walked. The crowd was
treated to yet another site of her cotton tighted ass. Once
inside the study, Madonna took a deep breath. She was going to
kill Janice for this!! things had not worked out like she
planned. She must excuse herself and go back upstairs and change,
before anything more happened. Already, her image was damaged.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the study door opened and maid
Marie came in.
     "Marie, what are you doing?...." said Madonna. Marie calmly
walked up to the wayward little girl and said,
     "CHild!!! you know you're not supposed to be in here!! this
room is for adults©© you mustn't mess up any of the mistress's
important papers!" She then wound up her hand and gave Madonna a
good swat on her tight little behind.
     "Off with you, now", said Marie.
     "Owwwwwwww!" said Madonna, running from the room.
     "Look everybody, the baby's back!!" cried a voice. Just
then, Janice came up and said,
     "Louise, why don't you go outside and play with the other
children?" Several of the guests nodded in agreement and Madonna
flushed. She couldn't risk a scene with Janice with guests here.
Playing it off like a joke, she said,
     "Of course, I've got dibs on the swing!!" She skipped out of
the room, her maryjanes tapping loudly on the marble floor.
Outside, the wind played with her short dress, exposing even more
of her underwear. A fat 6 year old boy came up to her from theÔ     "I see London, I see Francis, I see somebody's
underpantses!!!" Madonna blushed, and the assembled children
gathered around her. She had never been good with children, and
now that she was practically one of them, she felt very nervous.
     "Lunch is served!!!", shouted Janice. With a sigh of relief,
Madonna went to the head of the table where the guests were being
seated.
     "I'm sorry young miss," said a waiter. "You must sit at the
children's table in the garden..." the crowd laughed, and Janice
took the head seat. Madonna stood there feeling foolish, a hot
blush spreading across her cheeks. Once again, she had no choice
but to play it off like a joke.
     "Oh, I guess you're right, I'm off...see you later...." She
skipped off down the path. Once out of sight, she turned back
towards the house. Entering the main door, she was stopped by
Nurse Sara.
     "Child, why aren't you eating with the other little boy's
and girls..." Madonna was about to give Sara a good piece of her
mind, but she thought better of it. She flopped herself down on
the couch, dress flying upward. Madonna fought her little girl
clothes and tried unsuccessfully to conceal her panties. In fury,
she pouted. She closed her eyes and planned her revenge on those
who thought she could be made a fool of. She was planning on
going upstairs to change when she surprised herself by falling
asleep.


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     She woke with a start Lunch was over and the guests were
back in the main room. Madonna yawned and stretched. She felt
humiliated that she had fallen asleep in the middle of her own
party and had been ignored by the guests. She found herself on
her side with her dress bunched up©©© she had been sleeping with
her underpants on full display!! She stood up as Janice
announced,
     "I'm afraid its nap time for Little Lourdes...Louise, that
means you too. You've had a full day and need your sleep..."
Madonna boiled over. This was the last straw! she had been dared
to wear this childish outfit and as a result, she had been made a
total fool of in front of her guests, the press, and her peers.
Worse, people were actually treating her like a little girl! It
was as if the clothes she was wearing defined who she was. With a
start, Madonna suddenly saw the truth. In a very real sense, she
had built a career on image. Could she now blame people for
seeing only what was on the surface? But there was more going on
here, she thought. She had given Janice control of the estate
because she didn't want to be bothered with the details of
everyday life. After all, who cared if Janice had control of the
estate, the staff, and the budget when she had control of Janice?Ôfull charge again. Changes had to be made. However, they couldn't
be made while she was dressed in a doll's dress with her white
cotton training panties on full display! It was time to go
upstairs and change herself back into an adult. It would be
wonderful to get back into her silken panties, to be gripped in a
deliciously tight fashion by her expensive pantyhose©© so much
better than these horrible cotton tights!
     Pulling at the hem of her impossibly short dress, Madonna
turned towards Janice.
     "Janice, enough is enough! You're fired. I'm going upstairs
to change. I'll want to see you in my study later tonight". With
as much dignity as she could, Madonna started to walk towards the
stairs, taking small steps in hopes of concealing her childish
underpants©© a futile hope, considering her dress didn't even
cover the waistband of her navy blue cotton tights! As she went
by Janice, Madonna felt her arm grabbed.
     "You're right about enough being enough child!," thundered
Janice. "but I think you've misunderstood the situation... I'm
running things around here. You've given me free reign. Perhaps
you should have taken a closer look at those papers I had you
sign when I gave you my employment contact!..." Janice broke into
a wide grin. "...and let's not forget the papers you signed when
the remodeling began©©© but we can go into the details later!.
Right now, I think you deserve a well earned spanking!" Madonna
was stunned! This couldn't be happening. Before she could cry out
to her staff to remove Janice from the house, she was dragged to
a straight back chair and bent over Janice's knee!!!
     "Stop it, you bitch!" Madonna cried. "I said you're fired©©
let me up and get out!!!" Madonna continued to squirm, held
firmly in place. "John, Steven," she cried to her burly security
guards, "Stop her!!". The guards just looked at Janice, who waved
them away. They didn't work for Madonna anymore. And anyway, they
sure didn't take orders from a naughty child!.
     The guests gathered around as Janice began to spank Madonna.
Mariah Carey looked on with glee. 
     WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Janice's hand rose up and down, spanking
Madonna through her childish tights and panties.
     "OHHHHH!!!!" cried Madonna, "It hurts!!!....please stop,
I'll be good!!" Madonna looked up into the smiling face of her
main rival, Mariah, who said,
     "what's the matter little girl©© after all, as you like to
sing, there's nothing like a good spankie!" Madonna blushed beat
red, hearing the words to one of her own songs. The guests, over
a hundred in all, began to openly laugh at her. Flash bulbs from
the photographers went off, and quite a few camcorders had been
turned on.
     "You bitch, screamed Madonna, "I'll get you all..
I'll.....owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!" she cried, as Janice continued
with the spanking.
     WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "Naughty foul mouthed little girl©© I'll
teach you to swear at adults", said Janice. With an evil grin,Ô     "Don't you dare, you old crone!" yelled Madonna, "Don't you
dare pull my panties down©© I won't let you spank my naked
behind!" She continued to kick her shapely legs to no avail.
Janice grabbed the waistband and with one smooth motion, pulled
down Madonna's tights and underpants. The crown roared with
approval as the material girls rounded ass came into view.
     "Spank her good," cried one guest.
     "She's been needing this for years", said another. Janice
now continued the spanking with a will.
     WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! again and again, her hand came down.
Madonna couldn't believe the pain. She was in agony, but also
felt incredibly turned on. She kick and squirmed, trying to get
away from the stinging punishment. As her hot ass cheeks grew
red, so did her passion. As Janice's hand came down for the last
time, Madonna suddenly spasamed, arching her back with her face
upturned. The orgasm was intense, and well documented!. Madonna
was humiliated beyond belief, and buried her face against
Janice's knee.
     "Ohhhh," she mumbled through her tears. Despite herself, at
some deep emotional level, Madonna had wanted something like this
to happen for years. Janice made her stand up, her panties and
tights still at half mast. Madonna went to rub her sore behind
but Janice batted her hands away. She motioned for Mariah to
bring the large black bag that was off to one side of the room.
Mariah went to fetch it and looked inside. She started to giggle.
Then she started to laugh.
     "Please, she said, can I do it?" Janice nodded her head.
Mariah spilled the contents out on the floor. The was an
astonished silence from the crowd as they looked on. Madonna
wiped her runny nose and looked also. What she saw almost stopped
her heart cold. On the floor were baby clothes!! there was a
package of adult sized disposable diapers©© they looked like just
like the huggies that Lourdes was wearing!
     "Yes baby Louise," said Mariah, "We'll soon have that tight
ass of yours in diapers!". Madonna tried to run but was
restrained by the guards at a word from Janice. Nurse Sara
wheeled the hospital gurney from where it had been stored in the
study. Struggling, Madonna was forced down upon it. Janice
whisked off her baby doll dress, leaving her clad only in her
childish underwear.
     "Well," said Mariah out loud, "We've been seeing half of her
underwear all afternoon©© now we finally get to see the rest!"
The assembled guests roared with laughter. Madonna was made to
lay back on the stretcher. Her wrists were fastened into leather
restraints above her head.
     "Let me go!", she screamed, kicking her cotton tighted legs.
"I'm Madonna!, I'm an adult!©©© you can't do this to me!!!"
     "Oh yes we can, Louise," said Janice. "Incidently, I think
you had better get used to everyone calling you by your proper
name. I've taken the liberty of submitting the paperwork to
legally change your name back©© its now official!!!" MadonnaÔgiven name©© she thought she had left it far behind©© but now it
was hers again! Her thoughts were distracted as Nurse Sara took a
pair of surgical scissors and began cutting off her cotton vest.
Janice removed her mary jane shoes. Finally, nurse Sara began to
cut off her tights.
     "Louise", she said to her former employer, "You've been a
behaving like a spoiled brat©© you're nothing but a big baby with
an even bigger mouth©© I'm going to enjoy seeing you diapered and
restrained in a crib. Serves you right for being such a grade A
bitch to me!" Nurse Sara then cut off the remainder of Madonna's
little girl clothes, leaving the baby©to©be stark naked.
Madonna's firm ass made contact with the plastic cover of the
gurney©© a taste of things to come!! she moaned, her anger
boiling over once again.
     "I'll see you in jail for this, you F@#@%%%%&* bitch!!...
I'll..." she was cut off by Janice who slapped her hard across
the face.
     "I've had it with this child's foul mouth!! Louise, one more
outburst like that and I'll wash your mouth out with soap".
Janice looked at the stricken child and continued,
     "Im afraid you won't be performing any more, baby
Louise...just as well, you know how child stars turn out!!" There
was laughter again from the crowd, and Mariah laughed along with
them. Her main rival would never sing another note! she clapped
her hands with glee. Now, what else could be taken away from the
former vixen of the pop world?
     "Janice, said Mariah, "don't you think baby's hair is too
long?©© I think she needs it cut!!" Hearing this, Madonna began
to panic. She had been tricked out of her authority and
adulthood. However, she was still Madonna©© she must not loose
that!! Janice looked down at the new baby and said,
     "Yes, Mariah, I think your right. Clippers please!!!" Nurse
Sara handed them over and Madonna began to sob. Janice quickly
shaved off all her long blond hair except a small tuft at the
crown.
     "After all, said Janice, "we have to have something left to
hold the baby ribbons in place!!" Madonna glanced to her side and
saw her long, beautiful blond hair lying in a heap. I'm as bald
as a newborn baby!, her mind screamed. Hot tears begin to flow
down her cheeks. She saw Mariah grinning down at her, her long,
thick, dark brown hair pooling about her shoulders. But there
were worse things to come. At a signal from Janice, Mariah
stepped forward with the baby oil. Rubbing in a generous amount,
Mariah said,
     "We wouldn't want baby to get diaper rash, now would we?"
next, baby lotion was smeared all over her loins. Madonna gasped
as the cold lotion made contact with her skin. This can't be
happening, thought the bald and restrained girl. "
     "Please Mariah," she said pleadingly, "don't diaper me©© I'm
sorry for being such a bitch!!! Mariah just ignored her. Madonna
then saw the disposable diaper come into view.Ôwear diapers! She couldn't imagine such a garment touching her
skin. It was unthinkable that her tight ass could be confined in
hot plastic! Mariah grinned and slid the diaper under her. A
chorus of "Awwwwwwwwwwwww's" went up from the crowd as Mariah
taped the diaper shut, effectively diapering the diva of rock.
      Madonna was choking on fury, the big disposable hugging her
loins. It was so soft and puffed with pads that she almost seemed
to sink into it. In spite of herself, and sobbing with useless
rage, Madonna stayed still and tasted the feeling. The diaper's
cool touch was like heaven on her burning ass. Then she was
unstrapped from the gurney and told to stand up. She meekly
complied, the spanking and diapering taking all the fight out of
her. She heard a light ripping sound as Mariah opened the tapes
on both sides of the diaper. From behind, where Madonna couldn't
see, she felt the diaper pulled up taunt around her damp and
aching bottom and pulled more securely up between her legs.
Mariah was making sure that the new baby was tightly diapered.
For the first time, Madonna felt the inside elastic of the diaper
truly grip her crotch as it came up again to her tummy. She
experienced the smooth feel of the bunched up plastic on her
inner thighs. The tight elastic running around the top of the
diaper gripped the small of her back, and wound all around her to
just above her hips and pubic mound. She felt the pull on her
tight abdomen as Mariah pulled the tapes as far as they could go
before sticking them down again. Then she finally felt the full
effect, and almost cried out. She felt the diaper clinging to her
close all around, from her completely covered butt to the tops of
her legs and tummy. Worst of all she could feel it back down to
her crotch, where it was thick and bulging between her legs. It
was nothing like she could remember feeling. Madonna shocked
herself by thinking that punishment tights would be far more
welcome than this hideous diaper! She remembered the tight, sexy
bound feeling of her expensive pantyhose, how they gripped her
ass, hips and legs in delicious, sleek comfort. Could she have
only been wearing them a short 90 minutes ago? it didn't seem
possible! The utter humiliation of wearing diapers had her heart
pounding and her breath coming out in big gasps. Madonna squeezed
her legs together in a violent reaction, but the diaper only
seemed to slide upwards and get even tighter. She was surprised
to feel its folds pressing her vagina lips apart, and she gave
out a little whine. For good measure, Mariah pulled the diaper up
even more firmly between her legs, and redid the lower tapes so
that they held the diaper absolutely tight. Then she took two big
pieces of extra surgical tape and pasted them all the way around
the front of the diaper, so that the tapes could never come off.
When Madonna turned to one side, the left side of the diaper
pulled on the right. She had never felt so completely, helplessly
encased!
     Madonna could see herself vaguely in a mirror in the corner,
Ô
‰her was shocking. She saw how the part covering her ass lookedÔof elastic running down the back of both legs. She saw how it
then stuck sharply out from the two bottom corners where it
turned in and bunched up extra thick between her legs and
vanished into the shadow of her crotch. She looked like little
Lourdes in her pampers! Suddenly, she felt a head rush that made
her feel dizzy. It was as if every assumption of normality, every
expectation about herself had been yanked away. The stark
Ô
‰girl eradicated every last trace of pride she might have had. It
was the absolute contradiction of every dignity on which she had
defined her identity. It was unbelievable, and left her with no
idea what to do but cry.
     "There, said Mariah, "now wittle baby Louise is all diapered
up, safe and secure!!" Mariah stepped grinning. She seemed to
tower over her diapered rival, her pumps making her seem taller.
Mariah put both hands on her smooth, firm ass, and felt the
material of expensive black party dress. Underneath, her suntan
pantyhose clung to her every curve, holding her in delightful
grown©up comfort. What triumph she felt, standing here in her
full adulthood, in pumps and pantyhose, while her long time rival
stood sobbing in front her, wearing nothing but a thick, padded
disposable diaper!! And it had been done with her own hands!! She
was not finished yet! While the gathered crowd roared its
approval, Mariah picked up a pair of clear plastic pants. Madonna
saw them and her eyes widened in fresh fear©©not another
humiliation!!! Oh please, no.... she tried to say. The crowd
laughed even harder! Mariah then dragged the plastic pants up
Madonna's bare legs. Oh, if only they were cotton training
panties, her mind screamed. Her silken panties of her adulthood
were now but a distant memory.
     "Owwwwwwwwwwww!" she cried as they were pulled up onto her
waist and over her thick diapers. "They hurt!!". She could then
feel the top of the elastic biting into the soft flesh around her
waist. Thick mittens were then placed on her hands, and a short
baby©like smock pulled over her head. The smock was little more
than a babydoll gown, and didn't even come to the waistband of
her plastic pants. Madonna sobbed. She was wearing diapers and
plastic pants©© she was wearing baby clothes in front of guests
and her peers©© how could she ever live this shame down?
     "Well Louise," said Janice. "You said you wanted to give the
baby a birthday a party©©well, I hope you like it©© you're the
baby!!!" Again the crowd laughed. Madonna reached down to try to
grab at her sore ass, which still stung inside the hot diaper.
Only when her thick rounded gloves met the plastic did she
realize that there was nothing that she could do!! She couldn't
grasp anything or any part of herself or her infantile clothing©©
she was as helpless as a new born baby! She was roughly grabbed
by nurse Sara and Mariah. 
     "I think this baby needs a bottle," said Janice. 
     "Please, said Mariah, "I want to feed her". Janice nodded
and Mariah was handed a bottle of baby formula. Madonna shook herÔthis is so degrading!! I'm going to be bottle fed by my rival.
She glanced down at Mariah's sleekly pantyhose legs with envy.
Mariah was fully dressed in her adult clothes while she was
diapered! Madonna was positioned and the bottle placed in her
mouth. 
     "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"! said the crowd again. Placing her hands
behind Madonna's head, Mariah said,
     "There, There baby. Slowly now. Not to fast". Madonna burned
with shame. The formula tasted sweet and filling, but she sill
sucked reluctantly. Mariah had one hand around her stomach, while
her head rested in the crock of Mariah's shoulder. When she
finished the bottle, Madonna shifted in her diapers in an attempt
to get off Mariah's lap.
     "Not so fast, baby girl," said Mariah. "I still have to burp
you!!" Madonna couldn't believe what she was hearing! I won't be
burped like a infant, she thought. However, Mariah had hugged her
in a bear's embrace, and was rapidly pounding her back. Despite
herself, Madonna let out a loud burp, and the crowd murmured
approvingly. Madonna once again turned beat red with shame.
Janice said looked on in satisfaction and said,
     "Better get used to formula, Louise, and frequent feedings.
Baby is much to skinny. Don't worry©© we'll see to it that you
become healthy, happy and chubby!!". As Madonna heard these
words, her face took on an expression of horror.

     "Yes baby Louise, you're going to be a plump, adorable
little baby girl©© don't worry about the pop charts and video
world©© I'm sure Mariah will take care of that!!" Hearing these
words, the diaper clad Madonna lashed out in fury. Enough was
enough! She kicked at her hated rival, intending to drive her
foot in Mariah's firm stomach. However, her balance was off due
to her thickly diapered ass and she missed completely. She lost
her footing and fell hard on her diapered bottom and began to
cry.
     "Well baby Louise," said Janice. "it seems you've got to
learn how to behave©©you'll have to learn that there are now two
babies in this house, and they better be both well behaved, or
else!!!" She motioned to nurse Sara and Madonna felt herself
lifted off the floor. Madonna stood there in shame, her wrinkled
plastic panty©covered diapers sticking out from under the short
baby©doll gown. She was propelled up the stairs. Mariah and the
crowd followed.
     "I think it's time you saw your redecorated bedroom, Louise"
said Janice. Madonna just moaned. She had been staying in the
guest bedroom for several weeks while the workman did the
remodeling. In light of recent events, she could only wonder what
she would find!
     Madonna, held by Janice and followed by the crowd, was led
down the hallway to her room.
     "Welcome to your reality, my dear", said Janice, opening the
door. Madonna gasped. The room had been tuned into a largeÔstood. However, this crib was not like anything she had ever
seen©© it had a locking top that could be lowered down,
effectively caging the occupant inside. Restraints were visible
and Madonna noted how they passed through the bars and were
attached to the floor and wall. A large playpen sat in one corner
of the room by the windows. It was filled with toys. On the other
side of the room, a changing table hugged the far wall. The
wallpaper was done up in a cute, soft pastel baby print. The odor
of baby powder and plastic hung in the air. A large baby's
dresser completed the furniture.
     "What have you done to my room!!" she screamed. Madonna ran
to her closet and opened it. Inside, she saw rows and rows of
baby shoes. Where were her pumps, her heels? The hangers were
filled not with her hip, trendy clothes and stylish suits, but
baby dresses, playsuits, and onsies.
     "Where are my clothes?", she asked with fear in her voice.
Janice looked at her with a smile.
     "From what I gather, you want to know where your things
are...they're right in front of you, my dear. You don't own a
pair of pants, a pair of high heels, and a grown up dress
anymore. Have you looked in the dresser?". Madonna was stunned
but went to the dresser. Opening the draw, she saw only childish
tights, plastic panties, cotton vests, and cotton training
panties.
     "The training panties are to be a treat for good behavior,"
said Janice. "however, I don't think you'll be able to earn your
way into them very often" Madonna felt helpless tears roll down
her cheeks. They had taken way everything©© her adulthood, her
grown©up clothes, her pumps, her pantyhose, her self©image, and
even her identity! She was no longer Madonna, the diva of the
recording world with millions of fans and a career that generated
millions of dollars. She was now just baby Louise, a child who
was going to be confined to diapers, plastic pants, and a crib!
She started to sob.
     "Enough of that, young miss," said Janice. "Sara, prepare
the baby for bed".
     "Come child, into the bathroom!!" Madonna was led into the
nursery bathroom. There toilet was impossibly high©©sitting on
it, a users feet wouldn't even touch the floor©© it was designed
to make the user feel like a helpless and ineffectual child!. A
large, oversized tub hugged the wall. Quickly and efficiently,
Madonna was stripped of her humiliating diapers. She gasped when
the plastic pants were yanked down and the tight diaper
unfastened. However, the mittens stayed on her hands! Nurse Sara
filled the tub with a bare 18 inches of water.
     "I'm going to enjoy this" said Nurse Sara. Mariah, Janice,
and as many of the assembled guests that could crowded into the
bathroom or hovered about the doorway.
     "You always treated me badly," said Nurse Sara. "you
criticized the way I took care of Lourdes and belittled me in
front of everyone every chance you got. I needed my job so I hadÔlittle brat!" Madonna's eyes grew wide as Nurse Sara held up the
clippers. What now?, she thought in panic.
     "I think our baby needs to be slippery smooth down where it
counts, don't you Mistress?" said Sara to Janice.
     "OH yes", said Janice. "babies don't have hair down there!"
Mariah just laughed and said,
     "Do you hear that Louise?...they're going to shave your
little pussy bald©© just like a child should be!!!" Madonna
started to struggle. She would not allow them to further reduce
her to babyhood. She wouldn't let them clip her proud bush, a
symbol of her womanhood. However, she was effectively restrained
by Sara, who merely clipped her mittoned hands and ankles into
the waiting restraints on either end of the tub. Layed flat out
on her bottom in the shallow water that didn't even come up over
her legs, Madonna could only whine. Nurse Sara did a quick and
professional job. In almost no time, Madonna's bush was gone, and
her naked crotch glistened in the overhead lights. Madonna could
only sob. Defeated and humiliated, she was led back into the
nursery. Another disposable diaper was layed out and Madonna was
forced to sit on it. She cried out as her still sore ass touched
the eager, thirsty pads.
     "You were also so demanding about how I diapered little
Lourdes," said Nurse Sara. "You said I didn't do it right... well
girl wonder, I'm going to show you how a diaper should be put on
and you're going to be the subject!!" Madonna felt her face burn
with shame as Sara drew up the diaper and fastened the tapes. How
many times had she watched Lourdes being diapered with a critical
eye? now the nurse that she had so belittled was putting a diaper
on her!!!
     "There you are," said Nurse Sara, drawing up the plastic
pants. "Sugar and spite, and diaper her tight!!!" she sang out.
Mariah looked on with approval. She especially liked the way the
overhead light bounced off her rivals almost bald head. Janice
looked over at Mariah. She certainly seems to be enjoying this,
she thought.
     Soon Madonna was diapered and placed in a one piece woolen
sleep suit. The humid confinement of her diapers and plastic
pants made her ass feel if it were in a sauna. The woolen
sleepsuit itched terrible. She was placed on her stomach in the
crib, and the blanket pins were fastened in place. The curtains
were drawn and the baby monitor switched on.
     "Not a sound out of you baby," said Janice, "or you'll
experience a night like you've never experienced before" The
crown lined up, and one by one the paraded past the crib,
commenting to Janice on how adorable the new baby was. Mariah was
the last.
     "Sleep tight, baby. Janice says I can come by and babysit©©
won't that be fun?" with that, she turned on her high heels and
left the room, her ass swaying in her tight black dress. Madonna
stifled on sob. It was only 1:00 p.m. and she was confined to her
crib. From her nursery prison, Madonna heard the sounds of theÔcomfortable position. However, this proved impossible. She
reflected that she had dared Janice to come in to the household
and run things. She had also been dared to attend Lourde's party
dressed as a child. The truth was that she was now a rightless
baby, confined to diapers and plastic pants, all adult status
taken away. Truth or Dare, her mind wondered as she squirmed,
which was the greater mistake?


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‰©chair at breakfast. Bright sunlight filled the kitchen. Madonna
looked down at her own body and scarcely recognized herself. True
to her word, Janice had stopped her from exercising. She had been
force fed high protein drinks. As a result, Madonna had gained
over 80 pounds. Her tight bottom was now well spread out, yet
still securely diapered. Her tummy pushed out well away from her,
and she looked like she was pregnant again. Her slim thighs and
legs were now encased in a solid layer of baby fat. Her face and
cheeks were rounded, and the double chin she now had was often
coated with drool. As she thought of this, Madonna realized that
even if her adult clothes were returned, they wouldn't even fit!
With a further shock, she realized that the person who she was no
longer existed. She didn't even recognize herself! Janice looked
over at Sara, who was busily preparing breakfast.
     "Sara, is Mariah coming over today? She was supposed to
babysit Louise several times in the past few weeks but cancelled
without warning every time" Nurse Sara looked over and said,
     "Yes, I know. Very irresponsible of her. Have you seen her
new video? shocking to say the least©© it looks like she did the
video almost completely naked!" Janice nodded. Mariah was
enjoying her new found status as queen of the rock world, now
that her former rival was out of the way. She also enjoyed
taunting baby Louise, even when she was being good. The more she
thought of it, the more she didn't like Mariah's attitude.
Further thoughts were interrupted as Mariah arrived and came
bouncing into the kitchen. She was wearing tight brown pants, and
a white silk blouse. She went over to Louise and said, 
     "Hello baby©©© Mariah is just back from filming her new
video...however, she's going to take good care of you!!!" Madonna
groaned, and looked up at her former rival with something close
to hatred.
     "Bitch, she thought. I hope you get yours one day!!!" From
the table, Janice watched Mariah from behind as she leaned over
Madonna in her high chair. She noted the faint lines of Mariah's
underpants. Probably wearing silken panties, thought Janice. She
frowned at this thought, and continued to look at Mariah's to
tight pants with stern disapproval. Looking over her shoulder,
Mariah said,Π    "Isn't Louise just adorable?? she makes a beautiful baby!!!"
Janice said nothing for a time. Finally, she said,
     "Mariah, I think your pants are a little too tight..."


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