A diaper hero(ine)

Chapter 2
A diapered and heroic entrance

Chapter Description: Julie understands that becoming a boy is a great responsibility, and she decides taking the role of becoming a diapered hero. After some training, she'll have to face her first challenge.

Hello, this is Julie again. A week had passed since the hero Shikhandi granted me the magical power of transforming into an athletic boy, and I have decided to test the skills that my new masculine body can grant me. The first two days I was concerned about transforming again with the help of the figurine. I was afraid that I would not find a way to back to normal.

By the way I had the fear that I maybe had been dealing with a satanic entity... so I investigated a little about “Shikhandi”. What I found was fascinating: Shikhandi was a hindu hero that was born as a girl, but wanting to go war and save her town, made a pact with a supernatural being to become a young man. She became a powerful man and won many wars for saving her loved ones.

I pondered what her words meant... and I concluded that “fighting as a noble warrior” maybe meant to fight to protect good values and impose justice. I couldn’t hide my excitement and nerves when I realized I was to become a hero and fight for justice. But then, fearing that the legendary warrior would be angry with me for not accomplishing my duties, I decided to start training and improving my skills.

The next night I locked my room’s door and took off all my clothes... soon, the figurine turned to me and materialized once again... the Big Boy Diaper. With my legs and hands trembling, I took the diaper and put it on... in the moment it fit my hips, a wave of magic energy flew through my body, modeling it from the inside. My limbs went tense and started to develop masculine muscles. My hair grew shorter and my feminine features were sculpted into a handsome boy’s face. My breasts flattened and my chest inflated with masculine strength, and all my feminine form gave pass to a 12-years-old boy’s body. When a big penis popped up under my diaper, I knew the transformation was complete. Excited for being transformed again, I looked at myself in the mirror and found that I looked really good, strong, and ready for action.

Wearing only my bulky diaper, I opened my room’s window and slipped out to reach the branch that was a bridge to my sister’s treehouse. I noticed how my new boy’s arm was that strong that I could climb the tree with a single hand. I decided to test my might by climbing through the branches like an ape, with a single hand at a time, and doing that all the way until I was inside the treehouse. I was ecstasied that I really could do it! I had always wanted to try the parallel bars, like a professional gymnast, and that was as close an experience as you could get! Everything on my boy body was perfect: my hands were not fine and soft like a female’s, but rough and strong. I could climb the branches without hurting myself. Yeah, I was showing off my new hairy armpits, but do boys care about that? No! I was having a good, good time.

I practiced my gymnast skills for about two hours, since it was night and the tree was too leafy to permit anyone to see through. That way the neighbors wouldn’t be alarmed by seeing a diapered young boy balancing on a tree’s top. I practiced all the way different ways I could: hanging upside down by grasping with my legs the tree’s branches, abdominal exercises aided by the branches as parallel bars, climbing on all four up to the top, and even jumping from branch to branch to practice my agility.

I trained about three days and discovered that everything about my new body was perfect. I was not only a handsome boy; but my body was perfectly attuned to perform a superhero’s hard physical duties. My perfect boy’s body shone under the white full moon.

When I finished training, only slightly tired, I climbed the branch back to my window, opened it while not making a noise, and jumped inside. I took off my diaper, took a shower in my personal bathroom (inside my room) and then put on my girl’s panties again. Every time I did it, it worked perfectly: I grew older, my penis folded inside my groin, forming a vulva once again. My body softened and all my feminine features returned. I was again the Julie of old: one not-that-beautiful 16-year-old girl.

I spent that week training, until one night I had my first opportunity to become the hero that Shikhandi was excepting me to be. That Saturday, my best friend Nancy had invited me to go sleep at her home, at a pajama party for the two of us. I got my mom’s permission and I packed my toothbrush, pajamas and all that I would need. It was a fun night: Nancy and I joked about boys, answered silly quizzes that we found in girl’s magazines, tried on new clothes and make-up, and watched a horror movie. Her mom cooked us a delicious plate of macaroni-and-cheese and caramel popcorn. Her little brother Juan did his best to bother us and tried to ruin our party, but we only laughed at him.

Finally, at 12:30 a.m. it came time for us to sleep. With our pajamas on, and with her on the bed and I in my sleeping bag, Nancy and I chatted a little before she fell asleep. I had become accustomed to going to sleep a little later, because of my nocturnal hero training. And those thoughts were keeping me awake. In my backpack I had brought, secretly, the Big Boy’s magical blue diaper (for an emergency). Thinking about being a superhero, I couldn’t sleep all night. At 1:30 a.m. I was barely beginning to fall asleep, when a noise alarmed me. It sounded far away, but it sounded like a window being crushed. I sharpened my ear to listen if anything was happening, and I heard many noises coming from the second floor of the house! A wooden door opened, somebody walking; lower sounds of steps on the first floor. I decided to get up silently and open the door carefully. I saw it was Nancy’s mother, a beautiful blonde woman, in her late 30s, wearing a pink dressing gown and slippers, walking down the stairs. She turned on the lights, and beyond her, I saw a window’s glass crushed, and in the shadows I could see two big silhouettes.

I knew something bad was going to happen... if I didn’t do something to stop it. As quick as I could while trying to not make any noise, I took the boy’s diaper out of my back pack and started undressing myself. When I was totally naked (it had taken me only 5 seconds), I unfolded the boy’s diaper and put it on. The magical wave ran once again inside my body, and in less than 3 seconds I became an athletic handsome boy.

Silently, I looked again through the door by opening it a crack. I began to sweat when I saw what was happening: it was a couple of criminals! A big man and a plump woman, that had caught my friend’s mom. As you may guess, I was so excited about the duty I had to accomplish that my penis grew erect, as the adrenaline flew in my veins. With great care, I opened the door fully and sneaked silently in the shadows, to inspect the situation and find the moment to go into action.

The plump woman, who looked perverse and had long black curly hair, had grappled my friend’s mom. She was trying to escape from that grip; but nobody else at the house had awakened. The evil woman covered my friend’s mom mouth with her hand, so her screams wouldn’t be heard by anybody. I approached silently in the hall where everything was taking place. I saw that my friend’s mom was very afraid, but stopped resisting when the big man menaced her with a gun. I hid in corner shadows as the woman let my friend’s mom go, while the big man menaced her with the pistol. I noticed that the ceiling was immersed in a shadow, so I decided to climb the room’s pillars to deliver a surprise attack. The woman was checking the shelves for valuable, and my mom’s friend was against the wall, with the man menacing her. I decided it was a good time to strike as I climbed the ceiling and could see everyone in the room... and when I was just over the evil man, I went into action! I threw a little stone at a statue that stood in front of the door, and it distracted the man, allowing my friend’s mom to escape. I hung from the ceiling, trying to land on the bad man’s body, but he managed to dodge at the last second. I landed just in front of the man, who was tall and heavy. He was surprised by my appearance; and with lighting reflexes, I kicked his pistol out of his hand. The gun slid on the wooden floor, where the man’s eyes couldn’t find it.

The big woman heard the commotion and asked: “Who the hell is that guy?!”

The man tried to catch me, but I dodged his advances. The woman came over to support him; running all the way with huge boobs bouncing, and joined to her partner’s efforts to catch me. I knew that together they would be too much for me, so I decided to retreat.

“Catch him now!”, the woman shouted hysterically.

Dodging an attack, I turned around lithely and proceeded to find a better position. But as I was running away, the big man’s hand got a tight grip on my diaper, and when I ran away, it untied and detached from my hips. The woman managed to spank my bare buttocks and, confused, the man looked at the diaper in his hand. I tumbled back against a table. I got up and fled again, rubbing my buttocks (that woman swatted me hard!) and evaluated the situation.

Yes, I realized I was naked, but I was a powerful naked boy, so they could hardly stop me. I was glad to see with a quick glance that my friend’s mom had escaped from the hall.

“Go for him!!” the woman yelled to her partner.

The man ran to me, with his arms open in an attempt to grab my legs, but I jumped up and hung off a ceiling lamp. The man crashed into a table and fell to the floor, painfully. The woman ran to aid her comrade. I took advantage of the situation and made the lamp shake in a pendulum-like movement, my big boy weenie swaying with the movement. And when she approached, I hurled myself into a flying kick, my bare feet impacting the woman in the chest. She flew a few meters and crashed into the wall, falling unconscious...

I stood on the wooden floor, proud, looking at her defeated. I had saved the day.... but then somebody caught me in their arms... it was the man! I had forgotten him!

“Little Rrrraasscaalll!”, he said, grappling me in his arms with a powerful hug and lifting me in the air.

I shook my legs and struggled, but there was no way to escape his bear hug.

Suddenly, his strength vanished. The man opened his arms and fell unconscious. Behind him was my friend’s brave mom, with a frying pan in her hands. She had just knocked the thief out. I couldn’t believe how courageous had been, that beautiful woman.

“Thanks a lot... for saving me”, she said, excited, and took me by my arm. “It was too dangerous! You could have been killed.”

I just blushed. I didn’t know what to say, and I realized that I was now an actual hero(ine) and had made a great debut! (for being my first time) My friend’s mom came back with my blue diaper and blushing, she aided me in putting it on again.

I found the revolver on the floor, and put it out of the thiefs’ reach, despite them being unconscious. My friend’s mom, who introduced herself as “Cynthia”, came back with three meters of rope to bound the criminals.

When we finished doing that, she told me: “I just called the police, and they’re coming... could you go away? It is late, and it’s dangerous to be seen”

I couldn’t deny her logic, as she took me to her room. She made me lay on her bed and tucked me in, insisting how heroic I had been. She came back to the hall, to wait for the policemen.

With my talents, I managed to escape from my friend’s mom room and came back to Nancy’s room. I found my friend still sleeping; she had not realized anything that had happened. I took off my boy’s diaper and put my feminine panties on again, then changed back to be a girl. After that, I got into my sleeping bag, and slept as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t sleep too much, for all the excitement of my adventure, but I remember I had a dream where Shikhandi herself told me how great I had been.

The next morning, Juan woke me and Nancy up, telling us the story of the foiled robbery. Nancy was surprised, and her mother told the truth, insisting on talking about “a courageous diapered boy” that had saved her that night. In the course of the night, the policemen had come and taken the criminals to prison, and Cynthia had told the officers what happened, but still to go to the police office to give her statement.

So, I passed most of the morning with Nancy, who said that she was impressed and excited about that handsome young boy that had saved her mom. I felt pleased and even blushed at her compliments, with her having no idea she was talking about me. But I felt everything I did was right, and I was happy because of it.

Wearing my jean skirt and pink blouse on the way back home, I looked up to the sky and knew that by transforming myself into a diapered boy, that this girl would have many more adventures.