She takes you out to the car, where she buckles you in before getting in, herself.
As she drives you through town, you dread having to get out in public wearing nothing but a diaper and a woman's nightie.
Finally, you arrive at the mall, and she steps out. Before taking you out, she pulls out a pair of pink tennis shoes, and goes to put them on your feet, but you pull back.
"These are Jess's that your mom lent me. I know they look girly, and they're probably a little too big, but they're the best I have, right now. The shoe store is the first place we'll go. Now come on. Be a good boy, and don't make me have to pull down your diapers and spank you here in the parking lot. Sighing behind your pacifier, you allow her to put the shoes on your tiny feet.
"Good boy!" She cooes, pulling you down onto the pavement.
You immediately blush bright red, standing there in the sunlight, wearing nothing but a diaper and a nightie, with a pair of baby girl shoes on your feet.
"Come on now," she says, holding out a hand for you to take. When you hesitate, she gives you a stern look of warning.
"Come on, Baby. Be good and take Mommy's hand. Don't make me upset again."
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