Halloween X - By Hal

Halloween X

By Hal

Here’s a Halloween story featuring everyone’s favorite F.B.I. Agent—Dana Scully.

Dana Scully entered the basement office apprehensively. It was late afternoon, Halloween, and she and Mulder had recently argued.

He had been in high dungeon all afternoon and now she would have to try to smooth things over.

It was the usual subject. He wanted more out their sex life. She still suffered from the constraints of her Catholic upbringing.

It was difficult enough working on the X Files, dealing with government conspiracies and the paranormal. She and Mulder had complicated things further by falling in love.

She loved Mulder, trusted him implicitly. Yet there was an island within her, an emotional barrier that she let no person breach. Mulder knew this, sensed this, and it eventually made him angry that she would not let him past her emotional defenses.

She was strong, competent, and accomplished. She was an independent career woman. Yet beneath the calm, cool exterior, a secret lurked that was so shameful and humiliating that she could hardly admit it to herself.

Dana Scully wanted to be spanked.

The more dominant part of her personality balked at that. Yet there was still a small voice within that refused to remain silent.

In a clinical, detached way she could understand her own psychology. She knew the seeds had been planted in her own childhood.

Her father had been a strict naval officer, stern but fair. He believed in corporal punishment.  Dana, though a quiet, thoughtful child, had more than once been taken across his knee for some infraction.

Often absent because of his official duties, Scully adored her father.  More than once she had deliberately gotten herself in trouble in an effort to capture his attention.

And capture it she did. Kicking and crying over his lap, her cotton pantied bottom had burned with a red hot heat.

Major infractions would sometimes result in a bare bottom spanking, and these would leave her a crying pool of jelly.  Yet there was with a definite core of satisfaction… and a growing sense of sexual excitement.

Not that she wanted her father in that way. No, it was the humiliation, the embarrassment that SHE could be treated so. Growing up, she was mature beyond her years. Punishments and spankings were for other children. Though she had learned differently, it still rankled, even all these years later.

Her strict, Catholic upbringing was the last piece of the puzzle. The nuns and their penalties, the plaid school jumper, the canings on her young ass cheeks with tight cotton briefs exposed —all this had provided the glue that bound her earlier experiences with corporal punishment together with her budding sexuality.

Of course, the older and more accomplished she became, the more humiliating it was to imagine herself reduced to a spanked, crying child. The fall from self-sufficient adulthood was greater, so to speak.

All this went through her head as she approached his desk.

“Still mad?” she said in a light tone, hoping to keep things breezy.

He looked up at her from his chair, eyes taking her in.

“No,” he replied. “Just disappointed. I trust you with my life, Scully. I have no secrets from you. I’d do anything to make you happy. But I can’t do that if you keep holding back…”

She bit her lip. This was difficult.

“It’s complicated Mulder,” she sighed. “I’m just not ready…”

“I may know more than you think, Scully. I’m an Oxford trained psychologist after all. I can dot the I’s and cross the T’s. Besides your mother, I probably know you better than anyone alive…”

Her heart began beating rapidly. Could he actually have guessed? No, it was impossible! Mulder was good, but not that good. Still…

Further conversation was eclipsed as one of the overhead fluorescent lights flicked and went out.

“Saved by the bulb,” she said.

She walked over to the storage cabinet and grabbed a spare, along with a small stool. The light was in the middle of the room, on the ceiling above and in front of Mulder’s desk.

Kicking off her high heeled pumps and also taking off her suit jacket, she stepped on the stool, welcoming the respite from the difficult conversation.

She saw Mulder purse his lips in frustration, but then suddenly he relaxed. His face softened from the scowl he had been wearing and Scully had the impression he had come to a decision.

Grabbing his cell phone and jacket, he got up from his chair and came around the desk.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’ve got to take care of something. You ok here?” he said, looking up at the light.

She nodded, glad that he seemed to have recovered his good humor. With a wave he left the room.

He was probably going up to the 8^th floor, she speculated. The F.B.I. had introduced on-site day care the year before, and there was a Halloween party scheduled this evening right after work.

Mulder had a bit of a sweet tooth and he was probably looking for some candy.

Candy? EYE candy perhaps? Scully frowned at this nasty possibility. Could Mulder have gone to see Holly?

Holly was Deputy Director Skinner’s administration assistant, and she made no secret about her interest in Mulder.

As if Mulder could ever be interested in that bimbo. She was more than a match for Holly in every way-- but the stubborn girl never seemed to give up trying.

She and all the other vapid, admin assistants. Mulder had quite the following.

She smiled to herself. Mulder belonged to HER.

She dismissed these idle thoughts and turned her attention to the task at hand.

The stupid tube didn’t want to come out of its socket. She toyed with the idea of just calling maintenance, but her self-sufficient manner wouldn’t allow it.

The issue was leverage she told herself, bracing her hands on the ceiling and steadying her while examining the problem.

In the midst of this, Mulder came back carrying a large closed box and a gym bag. He threw the bag on the couch and placed the box on his desk.

“Did you go shopping?” she asked.

He ignored her question. With a thump, he sat down in his chair.

“Still at that?” he asked, pointing at the ceiling

“The bulb is stuck,” she replied, her eyes glancing at him.

He said nothing for a few moments, apparently delighted by the sight of her arms extended above her head, raising the line of her breasts. Of course she wasn’t wearing her suit jacket. She had to admit to herself that she had removed it in order for him to better see her figure.

The pants of her suit were a little tight as well. No doubt he was getting an eyeful as she wiggled her tight panted ass on the stool

“Keep going, F.B.I. woman,” he said in his best lecherous tone.

“Mullllder…” she droned out, admonishing him with a single word.

He leaned back, his eyes slightly hooded as he drank in the sight of her.

“Are you wearing underwear, Scully?” he ventured, after a moments thoughtful consideration.

She turned slightly sidewise to him and blushed. The comment had caught her off guard.

Of course I’m wearing undies, she thought to herself. What kind of girl do you think I am?

 Still, she owed Mulder a stinging reply.

“God Mulder, you’re impossible… it always comes down to that, doesn’t it? A little bit of lace, an exposed bra strap or two and men’s minds become befuddled…”

She was secretly pleased at his interest, for all her outraged protestations.

Mulder merely shifted in his chair before replying.

“In this case, I really don’t have to ask. For instance, I can tell you’re wearing pantyhose. I suppose it might be knee highs, but somehow I doubt it. For another, those pants are a little tight and I believe I can just make out a hint of panty line… and you were never were one to wear a thong, were you?”

He said this last with a knowing smile.

“And of course, I can see your bra through the silk blouse” he added, twisting the teasing knife in a little further.

Scully continued to brace both hands on the ceiling and looked directly at him.

“We are NOT going to have a discussion about my underwear, is that clear?” She had stated firmly. “My underpants are NOT your concern!”

Inwardly she fumed. Panty lines indeed! As if she would ever commit that fashion faux paus.

Mulder switched tactics.

“You know Scully, Halloween is here. I thought after work we could go up to the day care center. They’re having a party for the kids. Everyone will be in costumes. I’d love to see you in your old school uniform, your hair in pigtails, cotton panties peeking out from the hem of your jumper…”

He said this last as he stood up. Crossing the room, he went past her on the stool and towards the door of the office. He threw the dead bolt.

Scully caught her breath. Her color was high, her heart pounding. Mulder had been teasing, playfully trying to get a rise out of her.

It was his attempt to get back for the earlier argument. However, he had unknowingly stumbled on to one of the most carefully guarded secrets of her sexuality.

She composed herself as best she could before she dared answer him.

“Mulder, you’re a pervert. I’m a grown woman. Career professionals don’t run around in school jumpers with their white cotton panties on display. God, the indignity! Are you so afraid of an adult woman professional that you have to reduce her to a stereotypical male fantasy role just to interact with her?”

“Not at all,” he replied calmly, her rebuke having no effect on his teasing demeanor. “I just thought that Halloween might give you a chance to dress in HONEST clothes for a change…”

Scully gasped inwardly. Could Mulder actually know her secret? It was impossible!

“Does your mother know you’re wearing her suit, Scully?” Mulder said, continuing to tease her. You’ll have to take off that COSTUME you’re currently wearing for a more realistic one…”

Scully was flustered, the words hitting her like little bullets of truth. She was not wearing her mother’s clothes! They were hers! She was NOT a little schoolgirl! She had a right to wear these pants and her big girl undies. She didn’t belong in a school uniform, reduced to being a panty exposed little girl!

She was about to give Mulder a piece of her mind when he suddenly reached up and undid the button of her slacks. He gave a hearty a pull and in an instant, they were down around her ankles.

“My pants!” she cried.

“You’re not old enough to wear them”, he said.

“OH!” she cried.

She couldn’t believe she was standing there in the middle of the office, pants pulled down and pooled around her ankles.

She was not some underpants exposed bimbo in a porn movie!

Mulder caressed her smooth panty hose encased legs.

“You’re going to miss your pantyhose”, he said.

He began to massage her center, and she could only stand there, partly supported by him as hands explored her most private places.

“Ah, OOOOH!”  She moaned. “MULDER!”

“Tell me!” he commanded, increasing his ministrations.

“Tell you…..what….” she said breathlessly, squirming and wiggling on the stool, her hands still braced on the ceiling.

“I want the truth!” he shouted suddenly, snaking his hand under the waistband of her panties and pantyhose.

“You can’t handle the truth!” she squealed, waves of pleasure engulfing her.

His hands continued their ruthless exploration. She began to coo.

“I want…. I want…” she said between sighs.

“What do you want?” he said, showing her no mercy.

“Treat me…. Treat me like…” she gasped out, her orgasm near.

“Treat you like what?” he asked his hands moving faster.

“AIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!”, she cried. “Treat me like a little girl! Spank me! Make me pay for being such a spoiled brat! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she cried orgasming and collapsing down from the stool in to his arms.

The world seemed to swim for moment as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. Mulder swept her up and carried her to the office couch.

When she able to focus her thoughts again, she found herself over Mulder’s lap! Her nyloned feet were bare, her pants around her calves. Her silk blouse was unbuttoned.

Idly, she noticed the small gym bag in the corner of the couch beside Mulder.

She imagined that Mulder was getting an eyeful. Her pert, rounded ass protected only by a thin layer of pantyhose and wispy silk.

It took but a moment more to realize his intentions.

“Mulder!” she squealed, trying to kick her legs. “Stop this RIGHT NOW! I WON’T be spanked! I’ve changed my mind!

He ignored her.

“To late that for that,” he said with determination in his voice.

Before she could say another word, his thundering hand had come down, landing squarely on her silk briefed and panty hosed ass.

WHACK!

“OWWWWWWWW!” she yipped, not believing the pain. “Mulder, you bastard!”

WHACK!   WHACK!  WHACK!

Scully couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She was an accomplished career woman, a medical doctor and a Federal Agent. She was attractive. Men often found her mysterious, enigmatic.

So how was it that she was across her partner’s lap, fashionable suit pants pulled down and getting spanked like a little girl?

True she had asked for it, wanted it, but she hadn’t really believed he would actually DO it!

WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

“OHHHHHHHHHHH!” she cried.

The spanking continued. Scully felt her adulthood and accomplishments melt away.

“We’re going to reach some conclusions, miss tight pants”, said Mulder between spanks. “Isn’t that what you scientist types like to do? Reach conclusions?”

WHACK!  WHACK!

“First,” he continued, “Are there aliens from other planets?”

Even through the pain, Scully’s mind scoffed at the idea.

“The time it would take to travel between stars would be prohibit…”

Mulder’s unrelenting hand cut her off.

WHACK!  WHACK! WHACK!

“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”, she yelled out. “OK. Yes! It’s possible there are aliens!”

“Very good,” he said. “Now what about alien abductions?”

“They’re all frauds!” she yelled through her tears. “Weak minded people who……….”

WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she sputtered out. “Yes, Yes! All right! Alien deductions DO take place!”

Mulder was not so easily convinced about her new found beliefs.

“And how about Roswell? Didn’t a UFO crash out there in the desert in 1947?

Scully answered almost instinctively.

“It was a weather balloon! The Air Force proved it with pictures! They even…”

WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

“Owwwwwwwww--MUlder!” she squealed. “No, I was wrong! I was wrong! It wasn’t a weather balloon! It was a crashed ship! They store it at Area 51!”

She said this last hoping to placate him. She was beginning to see his point of view.

“OK” he said, pausing in his instructive labors. “Now let’s put this together. There are aliens, abductions do take place, and a spaceship really crashed out in New Mexico, is that correct?”

Scully didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes!” she wailed.

“All right, moving on…” said Mulder with a grin on his face. “Now let’s discuss this business about wearing your mother’s clothes. You’ve been playing dress up, haven’t you? Without her permission?”

This was going one step to far! She steeled herself. She would hold firm!

“They’re MINE! I’m a grown woman! I’m independent! I can wear what I want!”

WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

“Oh you’re wrong about that one, Scully” said Mulder.

“OH! OH!” Scully yelled, as she writhed over Mulder’s lap. She was kicking and crying.

Her pantyhose and panties provided little protection from the stinging spanks. She knew that Mulder was determined to teach her a lesson. Her ass was on fire.

“I’m disappointed in you, Scully. I think a little bare bottomed contact is needed for you to see the light…”

The impact of his words penetrated her pain clouded mind. Bare bottomed? Oh no!

Before she could react, Mulder sized the waistband of her panties and pantyhose and yanked them down about her thighs.

“I’m just getting warmed up here!” he said, doing his best Al Pacino impersonation.

Scully was beyond mortified. Nothing in her fantasies had her prepared for the actual reality of being spanked.

The pain in her burning ass cheeks was beyond description, but so was her growing excitement. Her panties were soaked.

Less than an hour ago she had been secure in her adulthood, ego and self-image intact. She was attractive, assertive, and able to command respect. Her business suit, education, training, and intelligent manner all proclaimed to the world that she was a woman to be reckoned with.

Like a rickety house of cards, that illusion had been shattered in seconds.

A few firm spanks had reduced her to a crying child, her maturity unwinding exponentially with every swat. She almost felt herself growing smaller on Mulder’s lap!

Normally impeccably groomed, she knew she must now look at mess. Her hair was disheveled, her blouse open. Both bra straps were now down low on her upper arms and she was in real danger of losing her bra.

Both sets of cheeks were red, the upper from crying, and the lower from Mulder’s uncompromising blows.

She was barefoot, lying prone across her partners lap in the classic spanking position. Worse, it was happening at WORK, in an office where she spent most of her professional life.

With her pants, pantyhose, and panties pulled down, she hardly presented the image of a powerful career woman. In a matter of moments she had been reduced to a kicking, screaming, spanked little girl! Her business suit, education, poise, and former smug confidence couldn’t save her now!

All this went through her mind in seconds. Mulder was speaking.

“You’re not REALLY an adult, are you? You’re actually a little girl PRETENDING to be all grown up. You’ve covered your tracks well. You’ve been fooling people for years, but now your secret is out…”

Scully remained silent, her breathing rapid, her heart pounding. Her breasts felt full and her crotched throbbed.

She was incredibly turned on!

“You’re just a school girl whose been hiding behind a pant suit, isn’t that true?” Mulder asked.

She wanted desperately to scream out yes, but her pride held her back. How could she say something like that out loud? AGAIN. Twice in one day?

“I’m NOT a little girl! I’m not! I’m not!” she said, wiggling and kicking on Mulder’s lap.

WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

“And I thought we were making such good progress, Scully”.

WHACK!  WHACK!

Scully could no longer fight the pain, nor deny the truth.

“Yes it’s true!” she sobbed. “Everything you said is true! My whole adult life has been a sham!”

“That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

WHACK!  WHACK!

“MUULLLDER!” she squealed.

Suddenly she felt it. The orgasm that had been threatening through the whole spanking now burst upon her like sudden thunderstorm.

Her back arched, waves of pleasure engulfing her, combining with the pain of the spanking. Each re-enforcing the other.

It was the mother of all orgasms.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she cried, her body writhing.

Rational thought was obliterated, and she became a creature of pure emotion. Like a roller coaster, she could only endure the ups and down of the ecstasy now encompassing her.

And then the grandmother of all orgasms paid her a visit.

“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she screamed, writhing and bucking her arched body over Mulder’s lap.

It was then over.

She must have blacked out for a moment. She was dimly aware that Mulder was rubbing a cool liquid on to her very red, well spanked ass.

Instantly the pain from the spanking retreated.

She heard a rustling sound, like plastic being stretched.

“Lift your hips,” Mulder commanded.

Too spent to even think of resisting, she did as she was told.

She then felt padding between her legs and plastic on her stomach. Dreamily, it felt like an open clam shell had been placed between her legs, over her ass, and under her tummy.

Realization flooded in to her mind as Mulder drew the two halves of the strange garment together.

It was a diaper!

Dana Scully was being diapered!

“Mulder --please no”, she said weakly.

“SHHHHHHH!” he said. “Just lie quietly”.

In an instant it was over. He fastened the tapes, sealing her in to the infant’s prison.

“I’ve been diapered”, was all she could say, over and over again.

Mulder then rolled her gently off his lap to the floor.

Getting up from the couch, he approached and stooped to yank of her pants, panties, and pantyhose, which had been bunched down around her ankles.

He threw her pants off to the side and separated her hose from her panties.

Shaking out her pantyhose, he held them up by the waist band. He stretched them out on the sides like an accordion.

Seeing this, Scully could only moan in shame. It was humiliating to have him handle her big girl undies!

“Hmmmm,” he said, noting the darker portion of her light support hose “Tummy control pantyhose… too many latté’s, Scully? Well, we can change that!”

Scully blushed. Her stomach had a barely noticeable little bulge, but she wanted to appear perfectly flat. It was none of his business!

He next held up her silken panties.

“More than a little damp,” he said. “Now what were you saying earlier about your underwear not being open for discussion? We know better now, don’t we?

Diapered on the floor, she could only squirm at his mocking words.

He then collected her silk blouse and bra, which had indeed come undone. He threw the garments off to the side.

She quickly got her hands and knees, on all fours, looking over her shoulder at her now diapered hips and ass.

“I’m not an infant!” she cried.

The storage cabinet off to the side of the room had a mirror on the inside door. With the door open, she suddenly caught sight of her own reflection.

Her face and eyes were red from crying, her once impeccable make up job running and ruined. Her fashionable hair was a tangled mess, soaked from sweat.

Her normally smooth alabaster skin was molted, red spotted. Her breast hung down, like ripe fruit from her lithe, taunt body.

She turned sideways towards the mirror, still on her hands and knees.

Viewing herself in profile, she couldn’t help seeing the bulky yet tight disposable diaper as it hugged her ass.

She saw the white plastic shell glistening in the overhead fluorescent light, noticed the flat stab of padding just underneath.

She then shifted to a kneeling position, resting herself on the balls of her feet. Her thighs slightly parted, she rested her hands on them and continued to stare at her true persona.

Her mind refused to accept the image.

She was Dana Katherine Scully. A degreed professional. A well respected woman who carried herself with natural authority. She was a leader.

She was also beautiful and stylish; her fashionable power suits an outward proclamation to the world about who she was and what she was about.

So how was it that that she was now kneeling on the floor, in a posture of submission, recently spanked and wearing only a tight disposable diaper?

“It’s not me! It’s not me!” she said repeatedly. She then dropped to the floor on her stomach, hands clutching at the carpet and crying silently.

Mulder looked at her and reached down. Pulling her gently to her feet, her eyes meet his in an electric moment.

She knew in an instant that her status as his equal was finished.

She was now only a chastised little girl, her adulthood terminated.

She moaned in her diapers and buried her face in his chest.

************************************************************************

Mulder held her, and the storm of emotion eventually passed. She was both mortified and humiliated from her recent diaper spanking, but she also felt an emotional catharsis. She had accepted a part of herself that had long been denied. The road ahead would not be easy, but she felt that it could now be faced with equanimity.

Mulder released her and stepped back.

“Everything OK?” he asked, touching her cheek.

How could she even begin to answer that question?

Naked except for her tight yet bulky disposable diaper, Scully placed her hands on her throbbing ass. With a small noise of impatience, she attempted to shift the diaper to a more comfortable position.

Mulder of course noticed.

“I don’t think that will do much good. I’ll bet it feels strange—you take your big girl panties completely for granted, don’t you? You put them on in the morning and then forget about them. Maybe you also wear pantyhose. You’re comfortably wrapped and packaged in silk and nylon, a smooth streamlined look under your clothes. You’re in complete control—after all, that’s your right as an adult…”

“But diapers are different,” he said after a moment’s pause. “You feel the bulk between your legs. Your balance is off. Your ass looks huge. The diaper traps the heat and you feel the humid confinement. The leg bands dig in to the creases below your cheeks and become sore. The waistband irritates your tummy. With every step you hear the humiliating plastic rustle as your confined ass sways in its tight plastic prison…”

“The point is,” he concluded, “Is that you’re AWARE of your diapered condition with every step. You’re out of control. Someone else is deciding about your comfort, not to mention your bathroom habits. You’re an infant, a child, and you’ll do as you’re told. The psychological aspects of being diapered are almost as interesting as the physical ones, don’t you agree?”

She could only nod in shell shocked agreement. This morning she was an adult-- an important woman with a high powered career. Now she was a disposable diaper wearing little girl, well spanked, docile, and compliant.

Mulder went to the box on his desk as she stood there. He opened it, and drew out a folder bulging with papers.

“You remember a few weeks ago when I spent the weekend at your place? You went out to see your mother?”

She nodded.

“I wasn’t snooping, Scully-- you left your computer on and the password for your protected files right out in the open. I came across all these stories. Stories about grown women reduced to little girls. Accomplished women, humiliated by spankings, relieved of their adult rights and their fashionable clothes! It was like you wanted me to find this stuff…”

He took a deep breath and continued,

“You can imagine my shock as I read those stories, Scully. I printed them out…” He held up the papers.

“Here’s one by someone named Katchase—“A Change of Clothes”. Another by a man named Alec Leamus—“Michelle’s Mistake”. And 4 stories by a guy named Hal whose idea of porn seems to be to include the word “underpants” in every third sentence. 4 stories! What is he, your favorite author?”

Scully nodded, looking down at the floor. Mulder was right—she HAD wanted him to find the stories.

Mulder drove relentlessly on.

“And here’s a hodgepodge of other stories—these people have better names than Frohicke’s Lone Gunman—Icognito Himitsu, Netsylph, Nerdly, Lakewood, and finally some guy with the original name of Joe Doe.

Mulder’s eyes bored in on hers.

“All these stories have the same theme. Powerful women reduced to little girls. Stripped of their clothes, dignity, and authority. Adulthood revoked and childhood restored. When I saw this material I put it all together. I decided to take you in hand. A month ago I arranged for the clothes. Halloween was coming and I decided that it would be the day for your “coming out”. I wasn’t sure I could go through with it until today—I kept the stuff in the trunk of my car…”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond.

“For the next month you’re going to be my little girl. You’ll wear your little girl undies under your “costume” big girl clothes during the day. Skirts only. No pants. And no high heels or pantyhose. At night you’ll wear your school uniform and I’ll assign you homework. Any mistakes in your 4^th grade math or spelling assignments will result in a spanking. I’m going to give you exactly want you want and need Scully…”

“Mulder!” she blurted out without thinking. “You can’t-- homework! - but I’m 31 years old!”

“Not anymore,” he said with finality.

Words to the contrary, she was secretly thrilled at his plans.

She could imagine being at home, on her stomach, lying on the floor in front him. The hem of her jumper would be flipped up of course, revealing her tight, white cotton briefs.

Legs bent at the knee with her mary janed feet crossed, she would have a pencil in her mouth. And all the while she would be sweating out a 4^th grade long division problem!

OH the delicious shame! Dana Katherine Scully-- medical doctor and government agent, career woman and accomplished adult-- reduced to a fourth grade school girl complete with humiliating uniform and forced to do homework while her partner supervised!

It would a far cry from the investigative field work and autopsies she was used to performing!

“Take a look in the box, Dana”, said Mulder, using her given name. It was a signal that her true childhood had begun.

Disposable diapers crackling, she waddled her way over to the desk and gazed in on the contents. It was filled with clothes of a school girl! Several jumpers were folded neatly near the top.

 

The color was blue plaid—her amazement turned to shock when she realized this was a regulation uniform from her days at her old school--St. Anne’s! It wasn’t a costume or replica. It was the real thing. How had Mulder managed to do this?

   

She gasped when she caught sight of several matching vest and panty sets. The white panties were made of thick cotton and were full cut—they looked like little boy’s briefs. She saw the word “Scully” embroidered in pink stitching on the left leg opening.

Mulder! The pervert! Scully “days of the week” panties!

“I thought the panties were a nice touch,” said Mulder with a grin. “Of course, for tonight, you’ll remain in diapers…”

He reached over and held up a pair of the panties, along with a vest.

“I had these specially made, Scully. They’re mostly cotton, but have a special weave of Lycra running through them. The vest will compress your chest, reducing your size while the panties will tend to flatten your butt, minimizing curves”

Scully groaned in her diapers. Mulder was going to take away her womanly curves! She was going to be a flat chested, flat assed little girl!

Her next shock was when Mulder held up one of the jumpers.

“I had this one altered as well, Scully. The top portion is slightly oversized. Along with the vest, it will add to the illusion that you’re flat chested. The front of the jumper has a normal hem length. It will fall about 3 inches above your knee. But the back….”

He turned the jumper around as she looked on in amazement—the back of the jumper had been altered so the hem would end at her waist, just below the small of her back! Her underpants (or diapers as in this case) were to be on full display for the world to see!

 Leave it to Mulder to come up with such a humiliating and perverted arrangement. From the front she would appear normal, but from the back she would be a panty exposed little girl!

“I have other jumpers for you as well that have not been so drastically tailored, but this one will do for tonight, I think” he said with a gleam in his eye.

Her exploration of the box’s contents continued, and it yielded several pairs of white cotton tights. Childish. Unsophisticated.

She also noted several plain, cotton blouses with traditional peter pan collars.

“They don’t compare to your silk ones, do they?” said Mulder, when he saw her looking at them.

“I mean the blouses, not the panties”, he said for clarification.

She looked at him, mortified in her diapers.

The inspection continued. The last items were a pair of black patent Mary Jane shoes and what looked like a make-up kit.

Seeing the old school clothes and childish underwear reminded her strongly of her school days.

A late bloomer, she had been a gawky pre-teen. Later, as her figure developed, she had trouble with her weight—a classic case of baby fat.

Pasty skin, teen-age years filled with acne problems, and mousey brown hair completed the picture.

In a nutshell, she was the classic geek—short and a little chubby, with freckles and pimples. Painfully shy with few friends.

Yet just underneath was an intelligent and beautiful woman. The swan waiting to be born from the ugly duckling school girl.

Mulder interrupted her musings. He went to the pile of clothes and chose several items.

“Here,” he said. “Go in to the bathroom. Take off the make up. Put these on—OVER your diapers. I want your hair in pig tails. There’s a colored mouse in the make up kit. Run some through your hair. You have 10 minutes…”

What could she do but comply?

She went in to bathroom, holding the childish clothing.

She first washed her face, removing her tear streaked make up.

Her fashionable hair style was soon replaced with little girl style pigtails. The colored mouse had sapped away the red and left her with a dull, mousey brown color.

Soon she was dressed.

She felt awkward in the jumper. Big on the top, it was hard to see a full view of herself because the bathroom mirror was too small.

Her ass was sore, and her once tight diaper was starting to stretch out and sag. The tights, however, held everything in place.

She looked down at herself. Her white clad legs looked thin and spindly, her feet in Mary Jane shoes.

She felt shorter and smaller in these clothes, and the vest DID minimize her bust line. The oversized top portion of the jumper completed the task of making her appear flat chested.

She felt overwhelmed. Where did the confident Dana Scully go? She felt like a complete stranger to herself in her diapers, tights, and school uniform.

Waddling out from the bathroom, she saw Mulder’s face light up as her took her in.

“That’s much better, Dana” he said in an earnest voice. “More HONEST, don’t you think?

He motioned her over to the supply cabinet, indicating that she should inspect herself.

Scully gasped as she looked at her reflection.

“But that’s not me!” she said in shocked confusion, flashing back to her earlier comment when she had viewed herself in this same mirror.

She had expected to look ridiculous but the sight that confronted her was beyond that. The flat chested, school uniformed, cotton tighted and diapered little girl had completely erased the beautiful and sophisticated adult who had stood in her place only an hour ago.

The ugly duckling school girl had returned!

Or was she there all the time, hiding, biding her time, waiting to be released?

“Who ARE you?” she asked the awkward school girl in the mirror. “And what have done with the REAL me?” 

“That is the “real” you, said Mulder. “Hidden inside, camouflaged by the trappings of adulthood, she’s been trying to get out. And now she has…”

He picked up his suit jacket and put it on.

“Now let’s go show you to the world—we’ll go up to the day care center and join the party!”

She was instantly horrified. Surely he couldn’t mean it?

“Mulder!” she said in a stricken voice, “We can’t let anyone see me like this. My reputation would be ruined!”

“Come on Dana,” he replied with aplomb. “It’s Halloween. There’s a Halloween party going on up there. This is the one day of the year where you can go out in public as your true self and I don’t want to waste the opportunity…”

He paused, considering.

“Besides, Holly will be there with the other assistants and I’m sure she’d be delighted to see you in your diapers and school uniform!”

Holly! She thought. Her rival for Mulder affections! As if that bimbo had ever stood a chance!

Further thought was eclipsed as Mulder propelled her towards the door. She felt resigned. This was going to happen whether she liked or not!

As Mulder pushed her forwards, she stole a glance back over her shoulder at her grown up pant suit and underwear, now lying abandoned and empty on the floor.

With every step of her mary janed feet she was leaving behind her power and adulthood. The trappings of her adulthood—Her business suit, her pumps--the tangled silken panties and pantyhose—all were now just relics of a bygone era in her life. They were no longer applicable to her current status a child. A diaper baby. A humiliated little girl in a school uniform and diapers.

In almost a daze, Scully meekly walked along, a step or two behind Mulder. This was like a daytime nightmare! She was used to hearing the confident click of her high heels on the hard floor but now she silently padded along on her childish mary janes.

She flushed as she realized the sound of her tapping high heels had been replaced by the sounds of her rustling diapers!

It was another not so subtle reminder of her fall from adulthood. Her colleagues were going to see her in the baby school girl outfit! Would they ever take her seriously again?

And what about Holly? Her would be rival was sure to make the most of her current predicament.

The elevator ride to the 8^th floor day care center was mercifully uneventful. Just before the doors opened, Mulder looked at her and said,

“It will be fine. WE know the truth, but everyone will think you’re just wearing a costume. The kids will all be dressed up, along with some adults. You’ll fit in—though I suspect some of our fellow agents will be a little taken aback at the sight of the enigmatic and aloof Agent Scully dressed as a diapered schoolgirl…”

The doors opened and Scully was greeted by the sight of children running around in costume, their excitement high. Her face pinched when she realized there were fewer adults in costume than either she or Mulder expected.

Toes pointed inward, her spindly white tighted legs on display, Scully nervously tugged the hem of her jumper down as she walked along side Mulder.

She had not gone three steps when a young boy dressed as a pirate pointed at her retreating figure and said,

“Look mommy, she’s wearing diapers!”

“Hush dear!” said his well-dressed mother. “It’s not polite to point. It’s just a costume…”

Scully flushed. Any reply that the boy made was lost to her as they turned into the day care room proper.

The large room was set up for a party.  A long, narrow table hugged the far wall and was filled with cupcakes, soda, and candy. Children played, and adults were gathered around in small groups. The hum of voices filled the air.

There was a sudden hush as people took in the school girl uniformed Scully. She felt the heat of her embarrassment rise in her cheeks.

Mulder gripped her arm and led her to the end of the table.

A playpen stood a few feet from the table. Between the two, Holly was holding forth with the other administration assistants.

Holly looked at Scully with open mouthed amazement but quickly recovered.

“Agent Mulder! Agent Scully! Glad you could come! What a darling outfit! You’ll be the hit of the party, Dana! Are those DIAPERS?

Scully turned a deeper shade of red. Despite her shame, she found herself growing wet!

Holly was smirking.

Of course Holly was not in costume, Scully thought. Quite to the contrary, Holly was still wearing her smart business suit along with her co-workers.

Scully felt herself grow small. She felt shy, awkward. Her usual poise and grace seemed to have deserted her. Her air of condescending superiority had vanished along with her Armani suit, silken underpants, and high heels.

She noticed other subtle changes as well. She stood off to the side, slightly behind Mulder, as if trying to hide. She was the shortest person in the group, the height normally bestowed on her by her heels negated.

She tried to be casual, nonchalant. However, every time she tried to jump in to the conversation she was met with frowns and short, one word answers. Why, it was almost as if the adults thought she was an impertinent child, interrupting their conversation!

Scully began to get angry. This whole “Dana is a little girl” again routine was getting a little stale. True, she had initially wanted to live out a fantasy and become more intimate with Mulder, but things were getting out of hand. Halloween or not, she was a professional woman, an adult. She would demand respect.

She was about to ask Mulder to step outside to talk with him when Holly suddenly turned to her and said,

“Agent Mulder says you volunteered tonight to help me supervise the kids going trick or treating. In that outfit, I’ll think you’ll fit right in, though not as a grown up. Don’t worry, you can go as one of my charges…”

The events of the day came crashing down on Scully’s emotions. What was this SECRETARY saying?

Before she could retort, Holly said to the gathered group,

“I can baby sit her-- after all, one more child won’t matter!”

There was laughter. Holly said this last in a teasing manner, but Scully felt there was a hidden, gleeful malice in the remark.

Her anger rising, Scully felt it boil over in a torrent. Totally forgetting herself, she stamped her foot.

“Babysitter!—I don’t need a babysitter!”

She turned, intending to storm off and back down to the office to reclaim her business suit and adulthood. This had just gone too far.

The gathered adults looked askance at her, like she was a little girl having a temper tantrum. Mulder was frowning.

A young woman was crossing the floor with a Halloween cake, intending to set it on the table.

Scully bumped in to her and the cake flew out of her hands, past Scully, and in to the playpen.

Scully took a step back and was about to mumble an apology when her diapered bottom hit the edge of the playpen. Arms flailing, she tried to steady herself, overbalance, and fell in, plopping herself right down on the cake!

“OH!” she cried, kicking her legs.

Her diapered ass was now mired in the cake, as were her hands. She made things worse as she shifted, trying to turn herself over and get her legs under her.

Her white tights soon became stained, and she made the further mistake of touching her face with her cake smeared hands.

People were laughing and pointing as she thrashed around the playpen.

I’m Dana Scully, Scully thought to herself. I’m a smart beautiful woman. I wear Armani suits. I’m not really here in a play pen wearing diapers and a school uniform in front of all these people…

Holly looked down at her, secure in her high heels and grown up, fashionable clothes.

“Couchie Couchie Coo”, she said. “Awwww—did widdle Dana fall down and go boom?”

Turning to Mulder, Holly grinned.

“I hope you brought a clean diaper. Our baby girl here seems to have had an accident…”

Enraged by the comments, Scully tried again to get up but slipped. She was filthy, smeared with cake.

It was on her hands, her face, her tights, and on the front of her school jumper. Worse, it was all over the seat of her diapers. Why, she looked like a little girl who had had an accident!

Holly pointed at her.

“The widdle girl is getting ready to have a temper tantrum. Maybe we should take her to the time out room…”

Scully gave up her struggles and sat down squarely in the mess, her legs splayed out in front of her. She began to cry.

Hot humiliation washed over her in a tide and swept away all adult reasoning. She began to pound the floor of the playpen with her hands, her legs kicking.

Her crying wails were heard all over the room.

Baby Scully had been born.

Finis

Hal

October 31, 2007