I was directed to a seat in the Applebees. I indicated to the hostess that I would prefer another table and was placed into Stephanie's section. The hostess gave me the general Applebees menu and another with this months promotions and told me my server would be with me soon. Several minutes later, as I was feigning looking through the menu, Stephanie my server greeted me in the typical moderately priced fast food manner that all chain restaurants of this type seem to have. She said that her name was Stephanie and that she would be my server today and did I want to have a drink while looking over the menu? I gave her my drink order and she scurried off to get it and the drinks from several other tables she had approached before mine. She had been a waitress for a long time and was very efficient in her waitressing technique.

After she brought me my drink order, I dictated my main order and waited for her to return. This was the moment of truth. Could I get her to take a sip of my drink. If she did then I would have her. If not....well let's not be pessimistic. When she returned, I asked her if my drink tasted right? She said she could bring a new one, but I told her I wasn't sure if the drink was flat or diet and if it was flat that I would have to get something else. So I insisted she taste it to tell me. She finally relented and I knew I had her.

"I heard you are looking for a babysitter?" I inquired.

"No, I have a girl who is very good, besides you look a bit too mature to be doing babysitting." I was in my late twenties as Stephanie had surmised.

"Thank you, but I am only sixteen years old and I heard you are looking for a babysitter."

Stephanie looked again and could see I was right, I wasn't in my twenties as she had originally thought, I was in my mid-teens. She didn't know how she could be so wrong. "For a moment there I thought you was older, but in any case I don't need a babysitter."

"Yes, you do, that is why I am here you asked me to meet you here to hire me for a babysitting job."

"I was just kidding, you have to excuse my sense of humor sometimes," Stephanie tried to recover. She had invited this nice young lady here to see if she could babysit for her. She was sure of it, she didn't know why she had said what she said before.

Now was the time to just start giving Stephanie commands that she would follow without question and set this thing into motion. "Stephanie, you want me to come over and babysit Sunday. You will be gone all day. You are going to take that day to pamper yourself. Have a perfect girls day. You are going to go out and make yourself look and feel pretty. You will take all day and I will babysit your boy while you are out."

"Yes, that is it, I want to go out on Sunday and I need you to babysit all day."

"Sure, I'll be over at around noon."

"Yes, be over at noon."

"Don't tell your old babysitter why you are not hiring her anymore, just find new customers for her. Also anytime I ask you if you want a drink, drink anything that I offer you."

"Hmmm, OK."

With that done, I finished my meal and left the restaurant. Stephanie of course picked up the check. I took a picture of Stephanie before I left.

I arrived at Stephanie's house at noon on Sunday as promised. Stephanie opened the door to let me in. She was dressed for a casual afternoon out. She wore a purple print knit top with matching knit pants. She also accessorized the outfit with a multicolored scarf. She looked quite pretty for a 34-year-old mother. She had a small frame. She was wearing a bra but she didn't need to always wear one as her breasts were barely an A-cup. She was shorter than the average woman, about 5'3. She had curves in all the right places but not anything one would called waspy. She was just pretty but not gorgeous.

She invited me in and introduced me to her son Vinny who was in the dinette eating his lunch. It was a grilled cheese sandwich and a soda. I told her I was thirsty and we walked into the kitchen to get me a drink. But once inside, she was the only one who had something to drink. I told her to enjoy herself today but to keep notes on exactly what she had done. A few minutes later she left to pick up her friend and have a "girl's day."

After she left, I picked up Vinny's glass and told him I would get him more soda. But he said he had plenty so I put the glass down again. He took a sip and I told him to sit there and finish his lunch. When he was finished he should continue to wait there and that I would be back in no time. I also told him that he would drink anything I offered him, just like I did with his mother several days before. That was exactly what he did. I took a picture of him waiting and then went to look around the house. It was over an hour before I returned to the dinette.

I started in Stephanie's room. I looked through all her draws and made a note of all the clothes she had. To me, the shirts and the pants were just as important as the dresses and the lingerie. I was looking to see what her personal style was. Not just what she showed the world, but also what she wore underneath and what she wore when she was all alone and no one was looking. I then looked through her other drawers to see everything she had around. I looked through all the financial papers as well as all of the personal papers. Her bedroom was tastefully done and most things were in their place. All of the usual furnishings for a woman were in her room. I looked through it all. There was also a desktop computer in her room, I checked, it was connected to the internet. I looked through the books in the bookshelf along with the magazines on her night table.

After the bedroom, I looked through the master bathroom. It was again typical for a woman her age. Most of her cosmetics were contained in this room. I looked through her medicine cabinet and found the usual creams, ointments and medications. I went from room to room. I looked in ever room, in every closet, in every cabinet. Vinny's room looked fine for the eleven-year-old boy that he was. There were games and toys and everything you would expect for a boy his age. The bed was made, but I didn't know if he made it or his mom did. It really didn't matter at this point. When I was finished I rejoined Vinny in the dinette. He was sitting there waiting for me. He didn't notice that any time had passed at all. I told him to take another sip of soda and then I told him he was going to have lots of fun today and they he would rave to his mom about how great a babysitter I was when he had a chance.

After lunch Vinny and I went to the backyard to play. He selected some trucks and plopped to the ground to play with them. He had a bulldozer, a crane and a dump truck. We played with these trucks on a dirt patch in the back yard. He would use the bulldozer to pile up some dirt. Then the crane to scoop the dirt up and place it into the dump truck. Then the dump truck would drive away and dump the dirt someplace else. He pretended to be many workers on this 'project.' I played along and he had a genuinely good time even without my suggestions. Several scenarios were set up and played upon. I took several pictures of him playing.

After playing with the trucks, we played tag and hiding games. By the time we were done we were both dirty and tired. We then entered the house. I had to remind him to take off his shoes or he would track dirt inside. I wanted today to be a typical kid's day. Just like for his mom who was having a girls day out. We started to watch some cartoons and he fell asleep. After he woke up, we played some video games and I let him play alone while I made us some dinner. We ate and after he drank some soda I told him that he prefers to pee sitting down and does it as often as convenient. That he always pees sitting down in the house. I suggested that he needed to pee now, he should also take a bath and get ready for bed. He informed me he usually took a shower. But I suggested that he should take more baths than showers from now on. He did as he was told and then got ready for bed. I told him that his mom would probably want to know what he had done today and that he should write it down. He did as he was told and described his day of fun play. I took the paper and told him I would show it to his mother when she got home. It was getting late and he went to bed and was soon asleep. I waited for his mother to return home.

When she did, I collected the paper she had wrote about her day. We had a drink before I left and I told her, I would be ready to babysit for her on Monday after Vinny got home from school. She told me that, Vinny stayed in an after school program and arrived home after she got off from work. I told her that she should cancel that. I would wait for him to return home at about 3:30. Stephanie phoned the school the next morning to tell them that I would be there to pick up Vinny and after that Vinny was to return home after school on the earliest bus. Stephanie thanked me for watching Vinny. I took a picture of Stephanie before leaving. The chore of paying me was not mentioned by either of us and I left. But I would be back to pick up Vinny after school on Monday.

The next day, I waited at Vinny's school for Vinny to get out. While I was waiting, I read Stephanie's report on what she did. First she picked up her friend and then they went to a restaurant for a light lunch. The restaurant chosen was quiet and designed for adults without children. She was tired of going to the same places time after time. It seemed that if the place didn't server chicken nuggets she couldn't go to it. After lunch they went to have manis and pedis. They relaxed while attendants worked on their hands and feet. They also did a quick trim and styling of her hair since this was between the time of her usual appointments. They waled around the mall only stopping in stores that catered to women not to teenaged girls or young adults. They enjoyed trying on the apparel even clothing that they had no intention of buying. They passed a glamour shots-type photography studio and went inside. There they took pictures wearing several very pretty outfits. All of the pictures were sensual but none were too overtly sexy. They had dinner in a similar place as they had had lunch and then saw a romance movie before returning home. Stephanie rarely had days like this. If she would have taken Vinny with her, it would have been torturous to him and he would have complained non-stop.

I had been so engrossed by reading Stephanie's report that I didn't notice Vinny leaving the school. When I did see him, he was visibly bothered by something. When I asked him, he told me that one of the bus drivers, Vinny indicated which one, yelled at him for not entering the bus even though Vinny had told him he was waiting for something. I strapped Vinny into my car and told him to wait while I had a word with this bus driver.

When I caught up with him, I saw he was drinking a coffee while directing the children into his bus. I brushed his coffee and after he took another sip I started speaking.

"Sir, I don't know what your name is, but I want you to remember how things were before I talked to you today as you will not be able to tell anyone what has happened. Then, I told him his punishment. You are incapable of yelling at another student. Starting at midnight tonight, will have the urinary and bowel control and awareness of a twenty month old toddler. You will have three times the desire to play with Barbies as the average seven-year-old girl and will so at every opportunity. You will not just simply collect Barbies as an adult might, but you will actively play with them like a seven-year-old would. You will do anything your wife wants you to do without exception. Tell me where you live. I wrote down the address and then told him I would visit his wife to discuss him. I suspect that the changes I just explained probably would be the least embarrassing aspects of his life in the future. Vinny and I drove home a minute or two later.

I made Vinny a snack once at his house. The snack included a drink of course and when he was done I told him that one of his favorite games is dress-up. He then led me to his mother's room. He was about to look through her drawers when I told him that his mom would probably notice if he wore her clean clothes but if he wore the clothes in the hamper she would never notice. So we went into the bathroom and opened the hamper. Near the top were the clothes Stephanie wore Sunday. He was going to pick up some random clothes, but I suggested he wore a complete outfit just like his mom did. So he selected the top and knit pants Stephanie had worn the day before. I prompted him was that all she wore. Then he found the scarf that went with it. He then started to take off his pants. I again reminded him is that all she wore. He said "I think so?"

"What about underwear?"

"I guess she wore that."

"If you are going to play dress-up, shouldn't you wear everything?" He agreed and I found a bra and panty set she probably wore the day before, but I couldn't be sure.

He then started to strip and put on the panties. I snapped a picture of him wearing his first pair of panties. He didn't even notice that the gusset was slightly stained. He didn't care, he left train tracks in his underwear too. He then hooked the bra and put it on over his head like a shirt. I didn't say anything. Next came the top, although he called it a shirt. I knew it was really called a print shell, but no need to spoil his 'fun' with these details. He then pulled on the pants. This was probably the first time he wore pants that didn't have a pocket in them and he probably couldn't think of any pants he had that didn't have a zipper too. Next he tied the scarf around his neck. This time I decided to adjust it for him to get the proper look. He was going to leave when I suggested he put something in the cups of the bra. He was going to put some socks, but I told him that panties were a better choice. Especially since his mom rarely wore socks and the socks he was about to choose were his own. He wanted to play dress up which meant none of his own clothes.

We then returned to his mother's room to find some shoes. We found the peep-toe flats she wore the day before. Of all the clothes the shoes actually fit the best. It seems they wore the same size shoes.. He then went to look in the floor length mirror which was attached to the back of his mom's bedroom door. I told him there was one last thing to put on before looking at himself. That was makeup. The most obvious type of makeup women wore is lipstick and we found a tube and he put it on. He did the best he could, but he didn't have a practiced hand. He puckered his lips and tried to put the lipstick around them like he was using crayons to color a picture. He tried to stay inside the lines. It didn't work perfectly, but it didn't matter. He then returned to the full-length mirror.

He then started to pose. At first he tried to look natural. Then he tried to pose in an exaggerated stance like his mom. Then he started to mock her posture. Next he started to make he-man poses in her clothes. He found these hysterical. Then he moved back from the mirror and started to walk toward it in an overly girlish manner. I took pictures of his many poses. He tried every pose he could think of. Then he said he should wear something else. I told him if he wore too many of his mom's clothes she would notice. Then he got bored and was about to take her clothes off and put his back on.

I told him why not just wear what you are wearing and lets go play some video games. He thought this was a great idea to combine dress-up with his other activities. After a while he didn't even notice he was wearing his mom's clothes. He was too engrossed in his other activities. Another picture was taken of Vinny playing his video games in his mom's clothes.

Time passed and after dinner he finally took of his mother's clothes to have a bubble bath. He then put on his regular Pjs and went to bed before his mother returned home from work. I had many things I had to tell her.

I was waiting for Stephanie when she returned home from work. I suggested she had a drink before I left because I had something to tell her. Once she had her drink, I could give her instructions. They didn't have to make sense or be told in any particular order.

"Stephanie," I started, "Your work clothes are only for work and you must not wear them while doing anything else, like cleaning up or doing errands. So get dressed in the morning, but change into your work clothes only when you are ready to leave for work. You must also change your lingerie too. Leave the clothes you were wearing nicely folded on top of the hamper before you leave."

"Stephanie, Vinny knows that you are only humoring him when you are playing with him. He knows you are letting him win. From now on you should play the games that Vinny likes to play to win. Not like his mother but like another eleven-year-old boy. You will find that once you give all his games a chance that you will really like playing them. Whether it be a video game or a board game or playing hide and seek or any game of imagination like playing with his action figures you will enjoy playing with them. You will learn to have fun playing with these things alone."

"Yes, playing is fun."

"Vinny tells me you are very serious with a man. That you want to marry him."

"We haven't decided yet."

"Take a break from dating him to date other people to see if he is the man for you. Join a computer dating service to find new men."

"OK"

"Let's go log onto your computer and set up and account for you." They went into Stephanie's bedroom and set up and account. Stephanie filled in the forms with all her information, including a statement of what she is looking for in a man and what she is like. Then they needed a picture for the profile. I suggested that she used one of the glamour shots she took yesterday. We looked through the pictures and found a very pretty one in which Stephanie was wearing a long wig. I suggested she used that one and it was uploaded to her profile. After we were done I left. Things were just about to start.

The next day, I arrived at the house just before Stephanie was about to leave for work. I entered the house and she left. Just as I expected, an entire outfit was neatly folded and left on top of the hamper. There was an embroidered beaded blouse with twill drawstring pants. There were also some bikini panties with a matching bra. There weren't any shoes in sight, I was going to have to tell Stephanie to indicated which shoes she was wearing that day too.

I waited for the bus to arrive with Vinny. It came on time. I saw the bus driver. I noticed a distinctive bulge in his pants. I wondered for a moment if he had soaked his diapers yet. I had talked to his wife this morning before coming here. She is the type of person who takes pleasure in embarrassing her husband at any possible opportunity. Well she is now that I have talked to her.

Vinny entered the house and I had a snack already prepared for him. I informed him that everyday from now on his dress-up clothes would be waiting for him on the hamper. That he always puts them on as soon as he comes home from school and that he likes to wear his dress-up clothes because they are more comfortable than any of his regular clothes. I instructed him to teach himself how to fasten his bra in the back while wearing it. He was to consider this a game and not to come back down until he had mastered this skill. He trotted off to get started.