"Well common," she repeated after Paul failed to move an inch.
Paul sighed as he rolled off his bed and walked over to the dresser to grab a fresh pair of panties for him to change into after his morning bath. However, upon opening up the draw he'd seen the panties in yesterday, his eyes narrowed and started to whimper. The draw was no longer filled with panties; instead it was filled with thirty or so girls' pull-ups.
'What is she trying to do? Turn me into a little girl forever,' thought Paul looking back at his mother who offered him no sign of comfort.
As the day progresses, Paul found himself sitting in the girls' locker room at his mother's dance studio embarrassed about having to change in front of everyone. He knew now that he shouldn't be embarrassed because he was just as much a girl as the rest of them, it was he was wearing a pair of training pants that would undoubtedly show beyond the pink dance leotard and show through the pinkish-white tights his mother had given him that morning.
"Hurry up in there girls," ordered his mother from out in the lesson room.
Finally after ten minutes, Paul was left all alone with the exception of Chan who'd just arrived due to her having to travel quite a distance into town for lessons.
"Good morning, Paula," she said seeing him sit there nervously. "What's the matter?"
"The matter?" he asked wearily. "I'm a man, whose been transformed into a four-year-old girl and now is being forced into wearing these damn training pants for babies, and who also has to take stupid ballet lessons."
Chan looked back at him confused, but after a moment just smiled.
"What a great imagination you have, Paula. I've got to remember to write that one down some day."
Paul studied her momentarily trying to determine if she was being honest about not knowing any of this or if she was trying to help his transition into being a girl. Nevertheless in the end however, he wasn't given much time since his mother soon joined them and seeing he'd not changed yet, asked Chan to help him and be out in the studio as soon as possible.
It would be another five minutes before either Chan or Paul entered the room, and as Paul feared, the Pull-Ups training pants showed clear through the tights. Instantly the other girls began to laugh at the sight of him wearing them.
"Quiet," ordered his mother in a fairly scary voice that brought immediate silence to the giggling girls. "Take your places."
Like robots everyone but Paul stood in a straight line and held onto the railing attached to the mirrored wall. Of course, even if Paul had stood next to the wall, the bar was too high for him to reach.
Suddenly, tingling began to spread through Paul's entire body and before he could realize that what Chan had told him was taking place, he fell to the floor dizzy. This time however instead of laughing the girls all gasped at once.
"Are you alright, sweetie?" asked his mother as he staggered back to his feet and looked down at his dancing body, his legs crossed tight.
"Mommy, I've got to go potty," he said innocently; however, by the time they reached the bathroom in the girls' locker room it was too late, the Pull-Ups training pants' thirst had been quenched and had started to leak.
"Oh, Paula," said his mother looking down at him. "I thought you said you were a big girl."
"I'm sorry, Mommy, I didn't mean to," he said embarrassed by his infantile act.
"You know what this means," she said with little enthusiasm taking hold of his hand again and walking him to her office. Once inside and the door was closed, she had him lay on his back after getting the leotard and tights off.