As soon as she had left that morning, he'd watched from behind the door as she turned the corner at the end of the hall.
Then he had immidiately bolted the door and got to exploring the closet, dresser, and make-up drawer.
James had been playing around in his girlfriend's clothes all afternoon...
He had given himself a full make-over.
Lipstick, eyeliner, shadow, and a smooth layer of foundation.
Then, finally he had put and put his hair up.
...and like each time before, when he saw himself in the mirror, he knew he looked better as a girl.
Prancing around in the apartment, he'd come across a pile of bathing suits. He transported the pile to the airmattress on the floor. He was excited to spread them out and be able to sift through the swimwear more efficiently.
While moving them, a pink bikini with little strap-ties and embrordered flowers on the butt fell to the tile floor.
They were adorable. He couldn't resist.
A shudder of thrill went through his body and he remembered having seen his girlfriend wear them at the beach one time.
For the next few hours he imagined he was out, walking on the beach. He looked at himself in the mirror again and felt the wonderful sensation.
He smoothed his hand up and down the front of the bikini.
But he stopped himself and remembered all the other clothes he still had to try on.
Each new item he grabbed, however, he found he didn't want to change out of the pink bottoms.
He searched through the entire panty drawer, flinging the colorful and lacy garments over his shoulder landing in disarray around the room.
Similarly, he opened each drawer and threw the clothes in frustration before finally admitting that the first item he had put on was his favorite.
Surprising enough, he didn't take off the bikini bottoms all day long. There were so many skirts to try on, so many cute summer dresses and he did but kept on wearing the bikini bottoms under each.
James glanced one more time into the mirror and knew he just couldn't bare to part with the pink bikini bottoms.
What a pretty girl he made.
"She probably won't miss one bathing suit out of so many." He thought to himself.
He quickly cooked himself a large and late lunch and was sad that his day was almost over.
He had had a wonderful day but knew it really was drawing to a close. It was clean-up time and he had made quite the mess.
Practically every drawer was open and clothes were scattered all over the floor and in the bathroom.
He laughed to himself when he found a dress hanging from the ceiling fan and another pair of panties hanging on the bathroom doornob.
Almost everything was back into what seemed like their original place, except the little bikini bottoms which he still wore and a few items scattered in the corners and under tables.
There was only another hour or so before his girlfriend came home and so James hurried to double check the apartment.
He put on one of his own white T-shirts.
Scrambling around in the bikini, James got down on all fours to check under the couch.
While looking around on the floor a rumbling pain in his stomach caused him to pause but he knew he had to keep the search up, just in case.
He was in the bathroom, washing off the make-up when he heard the key turn in the lock.
James threw on his jeans over the bottoms and washed the last of the make-up off.
"James?" Wendy said as she came into the apartment.
"I'm in here!" He called back, his stomach growled again and this time he needed to do something about it.
Wendy appeared in the doorway, "Hey, can I get in here real quick," she said, "I was holding it the entire ride home."
She moved into the bathroom before he could answer. As she passed she kissed him on the cheek and he gave a small jolt, both from the anxiety of his undergarments and from the knotting in his bowels.
"Are you okay? You seem jumpy." Wendy sat down on the toilet and began to pee as they conitued their conversation.
James faced Wendy and grimmiced in pain. "Ya, I'm fine. Just got a bit of a stomach ache."
"Oh sweetie," she frowned, "I'll be done in here in a moment. I'm just gonna brush my teeth and then I'll be out of your way."
She flushed the toilet and opened the medicine cabinet. "Did you move some of this stuff around?"
"No." He said nervously, "Why?"
"It's just really messy that's all. So, what'd you do all day while I was gone. Other than the ponytail, I mean." Wendy asked with a mouthfull of toothpaste.
The pain in his stomach was unbareable and he couldn't believe he'd forgotten about his hair!
"Oh... nothing really. Hey, babe, can you finish getting ready for bed, I really gotta use the bathroom."
Not catching that James was asking to use the bathroom alone, Wendy replied, "Go right ahead. Like I said. I'll be done in a minute."
Thinking of the pink bottoms he didn't want to reveal to her, he asked again, slightly more aggitated, "I need to use the bathroom."
Wendy turned and gave him a puzzled look, she spit out her toothpaste and washed her mouth with water. "Jeeze, you've never cared to drop a load in front of me before. What's with all the sudden chivalry?" she teased. And then to his utter terror, she began to put on face cream.
She turned and said jokingly, "My knight in shining armor!"
James couldn't take it anymore, he turned to leave the bathroom but as he did, he let out a loud fart, and with it came something else.
For a moment, Wendy didn't know what had happened and was laughing, "Did you just toot!?!"
Then the smell rose and she knew he had done much more, "Oh my god, James!"
There he was just standing soiled in the middle of the living room.
Wendy scolded him from the bathroom door, "Why didn't you just use the toilet while I was brushing my teeth!?!" She turned on the shower. "Take your clothes off. And get in the shower, I can't believe you just shit yourself!"
James was in shock. He didn't know how to respond. When he didn't move, Wendy came into the room and unbuttoned his jeans. At first he fought her.
"What are you doing!?! I don't want you to get that mess all over the apartment!"
She pulled down his jeans and saw what he was wearing beneath.
She looked down at her bikini and then up at James' face.
"This just keeps getting more and more surreal. You've had quite a day, messy missy!" she said.
"I... I don't..." he couldn't even get a sentence formed.
She got her phone out and snapped a few pictures of James with his pants around his ankles.
Mortified, James held onto the couch before releasing the rest of his bowels into the pink bikini.
Wendy took a few more pictures then got dressed again and left the apartment without a word to let him clean up his mess alone.
After he had showered, he threw away the soiled pink bikini bottoms.
Soon after, Wendy returned home.
Under her arm was a filled shopping bag that she placed on the floor in the bedroom. James couldn't see the packaging hidden within until she stacked them neatly in front of James' dresser. "If you want to act like a little baby girl, then I'm going to treat you like one."
He swallowed and knew it was going to be a long night.
The next day, James came home to the apartment and found the furniture rearranged and in the corner a large crib. He began to sweat but was at Wendy's mercy. '
"Any sissy accidents today?" she asked. And led him over to the changing table.
"No." he replied sheepishly.
She pulled down his pants to reveal the diaper he'd been wearing all day. He helped her take it off and she powdered him.
James was humiliated but all he could do was comply and he knew it was going to be a long life.