That makes two now.I'll have to tell Ms. Buxcombe."I dropped to my hands and knees."Good baby!" She went into the closet and brought out a frilly dres...in an adult size. "Is little Lisa ready for her baby dress? Raise yourhandsies!"She slid the dress down my body. It was a floaty yellow fabric and hadpuff sleeves, a sash and a poufy skirt that barely covered my diaperedbottom. The bodice was embroidered with tiny kittens and puppies. Shebuttoned it up the back and tied the sash behind me in a. My other hand found it’s own lube source and was assaulting her asshole with rubbing of it’s own. It was not that easy to do it at first but I finally got my middle finger in there and started massaging her walls. She again went nuts. After several more moments her pucker ring opened up more and a second finger wormed it’s way in beside the one. She was really starting to gush now.. And kept telling me she was closeOh!! Oh God More Go GO GoGo!!! Just like that.. YES YES YES!!! My third finger. It wasn't a grown up'scoat, made of neither wool or leather. It was one of those cheapbrightly colored things that kids wore. Apparently, the nice, matureclothes that I'd been dressed in was more of a special occasion outfitthan typical attire for the girl that I'd become.Oddly, that childish coat actually helped order my scattered thoughts.It grounded me in one simple fact, that somehow, I'd been transformed andthe Judge was the one that had done it. It didn't appear to just be achange in. Her muscles would not respond. She had to see this man she had spoken to so often, but had never seen. There were so many questions to ask, so many things she longed to say and longed for him to say. He laughed softly at her feeble attempts to overcome emotion with reason. So many conversations had passed between them over the months. This man had been inside her mind and she in his. They had shared secrets neither had ever felt free to share before. So many times she had wanted to hold him,.