My name is Mark.
I was a History Major in college specializing in Victorian history.
That is until I met a girl named Lisa.
Lisa was studying for her PHD in Psychology.
It was a typical day in the early fall.
The weather was still very warm.
I had come out to the commons to sit and bask in the noon sun, while I read one of the books I had discovered in the Library.
I was really fascinated with the Victorian style clothes I was seeing.
The unique thing about it was that these were young boys, all dressed in female clothing.
I couldn’t tell from the pictures I saw, that these individuals were not female.
Deep inside, I had a secrete fantasy of dressing this way and the pictures really were of interest to me.
I didn’t notice at first, but an extremely beautiful young woman had come and sat on the bench across from me.
The first thing I noticed was her unique and delicate perfume.
It had a most intoxicating aroma which caught my attention.
I couldn’t believe how much her perfume alone had caught my attention.
I look up to see who it was.
I was greeted with the most beautiful vision of female perfection I had seen.
A small gust of wind came and blew several of her papers along the bench she was sitting on.
As she scrambled to get them, I got a most beautiful glimpse of her dress.
I just had to meet this girl.
One of the papers she was chasing had by chance come to rest at me feet.
This was the perfect opportunity.
I grabbed the page before the breeze could carry it away.
I walked up to her and said,
“Are you missing this?”
She gasps and turns around suddenly.
She quickly sits on the bench and pulls the hem of her dress down.
She blushes.
She had on a most adorable short pink sundress with puffy sleeves and delicate lace.
She also had her hair tied in 2 ponytails.
I couldn’t believe how adorable she looked.
I introduced myself.
“My name is Mark.”
“One of your papers flew across the way and I managed to get it before it got lost.”
She looks at me bewildered for a second and then smiles.
She says softly in a very sweet delicate voice.
“Thank you very much”.
That’s part of my report due today in English Litterature”.
“It would have been terrible to tell my professor that the wind got it.”
We both laugh.
I ask, “What’s your name?
My name’s Mark and I’m trying my best to major in Victorian History.”
She giggles softly and replies.
“My name’s Lisa.
I’m studying psychology and am trying my best to get a PHD in Psychiatry.
I am to the point where I have to do research and collect physical data to defend my thesis.
I have, so far, been unable to find anyone willing to be the test subject.”
I sit on the bench beside her and help assort the disheveled pages.
Her perfume is soft and delicate, but its effect on me is incredible.
I ask,
“What kind of research are you doing?
It’s possible I might be able to get someone to volunteer if I knew more about it.”
She giggles again and says,
“I’m doing my thesis on regression therapy and the curative effects it has on many psychological issues, like Schizophrenia or Bi Polar Disorder.”
I had never heard of regression therapy before, and was curious.
I ask,
“What, pray tell, is regression therapy?”
She looks at me with her bright green eyes and says,
“It’s where an Adult is taken and reduced to an infantile state.
The subject would be treated as a baby in all aspects until the psyche of the individual takes on the desired characteristics.
Once this state is achieved, we simply retrain the individual back into the desired adult state.”
I know the expression on my face was classic.
I saw her smile.
I began to shake my head.
I say,
“I see why you can’t find volunteers.
I doubt very seriously if anyone would voluntarily take part in that study.”
She drops her head as she put the newly arranged report into her book bag.
She sighs and says,
“So far, I tend to agree with you.
However, I feel somewhere on campus there’s an individual who would love nothing more than to be in diapers and dressed as a little baby.
“I just know it.”
I could feel excited about this prospect in me.
Only thing was, I didn’t want that with this girl.
What I wanted had absolutely nothing to do with being regressed back to babyhood.
She looks back up and asks cheerily,
“What’s that book you have been staring at so intently?”
She points to the book on Victorian children’s clothes I had in my hand.
I smile and open the book to the page with the teenaged boys dressed in baby girl’s clothes.
I show her the page.
I ask,
“What do you see wrong with this picture?”
She scoots over beside me.
She takes the book by one edge and looks intently at the picture.
It was a picture of what looked like a very young and very cute little baby girl.
She was dressed in a very short baby dress with puffy sleeves and a ribbon tied around her waist.
It had a Peter Pan collar with delicate lace all around the hem and sleeves.
The dress was held out by a really stiff crinoline petty coat.
Underneath, you could see the lacy pantaloons.
She had pony tails, and the hair was curled into cute ringlets.
She shakes her head and says,
“All I see is a really cute little baby girl all dressed up.”
I laugh and reply, “It’s not a little baby girl. It’s a boy.”
She gasps and looks closer at the picture in the book.
Unless you read the page or the caption under the picture, there was no way to tell it was a boy.
She looks back at me.
There was a strange sparkle in her beautiful green eyes that made her even more attractive.
She said with a laugh,
“And I suppose you have absolutely no desire to dress that way?”
Her question caught me by surprise.
Yes, I did have a secret desire to be dressed that way.
I know my expression gave me away in a split second before I got myself under control.
I replied with a strange lilt to my voice I couldn’t control at first.
“Why … ummm … no.
Why would you say that?”
She giggles sweetly and replies,
“Oh, nothing.
Just it’s sorta odd to see this particular book.”
I recovered and replied quickly,
“It’s part of the history I am studying.”
She says softly,
“I do like the clothes though.
With a little modernizing, they would be really cute.”
I was really attracted to this girl and she seemed very friendly.
An idea came to mind.
I said,
“Well, how would you like to come over to a party a friend of mine is having?”
She looked at me and asked,
“There’s a party?”
I replied,
“Sure. A really wild party where, you know, everyone all gets drunk has a really good time.
Besides, almost everyone on campus will be there and you may find a subject for you study.”
She said sweetly,
“I just might at that. Ok, your on. When and where?”
I reply,
“Seven O’clock at number 51 Albatross Lane.”
Just as the bell rings, she giggles and says,
“Ok, I’ll meet you there 7 sharp. Bye, I have to go to class now.”
She stands gracefully and is gone.
Her wonderful hypnotic perfume lingering in the air.
I have on my sharpest party suit.
I look like a million dollars.
My fingers keep playing with the small tube in my pocket.
I am confident that I will be enjoying my time with Lisa tonight.
I show up and park my car.
Just as I’m almost to the front door, a baby blue Lotus Europa pulls into the parking area.
The gull-wing door pops open and out pops Lisa.
She is amazingly dressed.
She has on a soft powder blue halter top trimmed in lace.
She has on a pair of boy short hot pants.
She has her hair in pony tails tied with matching powder blue ribbons.
She is a living doll!
She sees me and waves, then shuts the gull wing door.
She runs up to me and takes me by the elbow.
She says, “I’m glad you invited me here with you.
I don’t think I know anybody and it’ll be good to be here with someone.”
I say, “You look nice tonight.
A real living doll.”
She giggles sweetly and leans against me.
She gives me a little peck on the cheek.
She says softly,
“Thank you Mark. You look very handsome yourself.”
I walk with her up to the door and into the house.
There are a whole lot of people here already and the party hasn’t even gotten started yet.
Many people take notice of me and especially Lisa.
I escort Lisa over to a seat that has only 2 places.
I ask her what she wants to drink.
She giggles and basically only wants a soda, which is fine, to start.
I go to the bar. I order a beer and a soda for Lisa. .
I take the drinks and go back to where Lisa is sitting.
There are already several other men hanging around and 1 sitting in the seat beside her.
Lisa is being friendly, but she keeps refusing any of the overtures offered.
She sees me and tells the man sitting beside her that that seat is reserved for me.
He refuses to leave it.
She just gets up, takes the soda from me, and takes my hand.
She asks, “Where to now?
Seems some idiot stole your seat and doesn’t have enough courtesy to give it back.”
All the guys standing around the seat staring at us begin to hassle the guy sitting really badly.
I suggest,
“why don’t we take a slow dance?
That way we can talk and drink our drinks and not worry about sitting for a while.”
She agrees, “Ok, sounds like a plan.
Then maybe we can spot another place to sit.”
We go to the dance area.
She is up against me as we dance.
We talk about anything that comes to mind.
I find I am really starting to Like Lisa.
We see another place the 2 of us can sit for a while.
We walk over and I seat Lisa.
I tell her not to let anyone sit this time, while I’m gone to the bar to get us another drink.
This time Lisa wants a strawberry daiquiri.
I see Lisa waving to me.
I walk over and see she has already gotten the drinks.
She tells me that there are a few people walking around taking orders.
I sit and take a long drink of my beer.
Lisa’s head is turned.
I reach into my pocket to get the tube.
It’s gone!
I haven’t a clue as to where it might be.
I feel something creeping rapidly into my head.
I feel suddenly like I have had way too much to drink.
On just 2 beers?
No, this isn’t possible!
I see Lisa looking at me with a really great smile and an impish twinkle in her eye.
I see the tube in her fingers. I gasp.
The last thing I hear is Lisa saying sweetly,
“Guess I’ve found my subject, baby girl.”
