Paula; Woman Of The Year

 Paula; Woman Of The Year

There was the phone call from her informing me that she would be an hour late. She did tell me not to fix dinner as she would pick up something for us on the way home. This is her women’s business meeting day, so it must be some meeting to cause her to be late.

Katie, my wife, was one of the founders of the group almost ten years ago, and has served as President of the group on several occasions. All of the ladies are business owners or head of companies doing business in the area. To join you have to be referred by a present member and then approved by the nominating committee. The group along with promoting females to start businesses or advance in the business world also helps them prosper. They constantly network among themselves sending others to the appropriate place for help or to shop. The group does a lot of community services, in fact, they are quite a force in our little section of the state.

I briefly wondered what caused the delay today, but then remembered I had some left over work from today at the office that needed to be finished and faxed back so that my secretary could get it typed up and sent out first thing in the morning. My company had just bought a smaller upstart business, and were in the process of getting all the licenses and permits sorted out.

It is a shame how many businesses are started only to fail during the first year. Most of this due to poor planning and not networking within the community. The idea for the business could have been a winner, but a lack of follow through doomed then from the start.

Katie’s business women’s group provided that encouragement, and assistance to get things moving. The females they offered help to accepted the help, eagerly taking the advice and implementing it, watching as their fledgling upstarts started to flourish.

Just like the business we just had taken over, started by a male, adequate financing and a terrific idea, but he reached out to no one for help, so it barely existed for a few months then died when adequate sales could not be found.

When we bought it from him, it was found out he never approached anyone for help or advice, thinking his idea was so good it needed no help to succeed. We bought it for a song, started doing things he should have been doing from the start and in less than a week sales have doubled.

Most of the businesses I presently owned were such, a new upstart that eventually failed. I carefully picked the ones with some potential, then corrected the faults till they took off. I found and trained managers to run each business, then let them loose.

In my experience a female manager turned out to be a wiser choice since they sought out help from me and others to get ahead, where a male was often to proud to ask for help. My management choices were correct, all of my thirteen businesses now flourishing.

I heard Katie’s car pull into the garage, then went to the kitchen to layout some silverware and plates to eat on. She came in, placed the takeout on the kitchen bar, then hugged me tenderly, kissing me firmly on the lips. I raised my eyebrow at her actions, then she moved to my ear, her lips and tongue embracing it and sending shivers all through my body. Oh gawd, what have I done now, or maybe something I haven’t done was the problem.

She broke off the attack on my body and set out the food to eat, then retrieved a pitcher of green tea from the refrigerator for our drink. I had rounded up a couple of glasses and headed for my seat. I noticed the plates had been moved, now both in front of her seat. She grabbed my hand and led me to her normal seat and then pushed me down on the chair. She made sure she had everything then set in my lap twisting her fanny to make sure I was aware of her being there, and seeing if she could get junior motivated some. She soon had him energized, now the problem was what I had done or not done that is causing all of this preferential treatment. Not that I am complaining, but this happens so infrequently, I must have failed miserably in something.

She had positioned herself so she could feed us, a bite for me than one for her. Then a pause and a sip of my green tea as the glass was held up against my lips. I tried to raise my hands to feed myself, but they were routinely placed by my side after telling me to keep them there. Of course, a kiss was offered every now and then, along with a repositioning of her butt on my lap to make sure junior was still aware of her presence. I tried to find out what this was all about, but my questions were left unanswered, a smirk left on her face as she totally ignored my requests for information.

Once the meal was finished, she grabbed both sides of my head, holding it firmly as she proceeded to check out my tonsils, ones that had been missing for years. I was definitely turned on now, junior making sure his presence was known to her. She cleaned up the few dirty dishes and silverware, while making sure I did not get up from her chair.

Back again, her twisting her butt several times as she got comfortable on my lap. She mentioned that junior seems to be enjoying himself, but she needed me to listen very carefully to what she has to say. All of this as her arms were around my neck and her hands in my hair twisting and pulling little tufts of it.

“The meeting today was to select a woman of the year, someone who exemplifies what the group stands for. In the past, several of her long time friends have shared in that honor, including Felicity your main rival in business these days. Lots of names were brought up today, each doing some of the things that her group stands for, but no clear cut winner in the group. Incidentally, several of your general managers were among the nominees, something you should be proud of.

Debate went on for over an hour, then Felicity startled everyone by suggesting someone that had not been brought up before. She first listed the nominees actions over the past year, each action supporting one of the founding principles of the group. I listened to her words and a smirk came to my face as she went on and on. She concluded her presentation by informing the members that the nominee would first have to be inducted into the group, then after that had happened she could be nominated and then elected to be the woman of the year.”

A name was mentioned and there was a sudden hush in the room, several seconds to the nomination were quickly voiced, then a vote was called for and it was unanimous. We will have a new member of the professional woman’s group, one that I am quite familiar with. The talk around the room was boisterous, several disappointed they had not thought to bring this person to light earlier. During all of this Felicity was staring at me, seeing if I was going to put the kibosh on her pick. Once she mentioned your name, the smirk on my face was visible from ear to ear. Darling, welcome to the Suburban Professional Business Women’s Group.

It took me a couple of minutes to digest what she had said, namely that me a male was now a member of a women’s group and apparently the leading contender for their Woman Of The Year Honor. I calmly asked her why she didn’t stop this from happening, her giggly response did not make me feel any better.

“I happen to agree with them, you are our best candidate for the honor, everything you do fits right in with what we try to teach our members to do in the community, it is just wrapped up in a slightly different package than one of our normal members.

You network with others to get ahead and you appreciate the female work ethic, since every one of your upper level managers are female. You have donated time to almost every charity fund drive and serve on the board of our school district. You spear headed a food drive to help the church that feeds the poor, and often go there to help cook and serve. None of this is asked of you, you just see a need and work to fill it. So yes, I think you are our woman of the year, maybe the most qualified in recent years.”

“The girls that run your companies, all members of our group I might add, have pitched in and got you an appointment at the Turnabout Gurl Salon. That way the apparent incongruity between your present image and the Woman Of The Year can be straightened out before we have the presentation dinner for the award.”

In discussions after the meeting I was surprised that some of our members thought we were a lesbian couple, you being the more masculine one of the happy couple. Once that was brought to light, they were dumbfounded sighting many examples where you appeared female both in looks and actions.

Even a few of my closest friends had doubts about you being a member of the male sex, your typical ponytail usually done up higher than a male wears it and your use of my scrunchies to keep it in place pointing to the fact that you are a female at heart.

Then we have your walk, about as sexy and feminine as any woman, in fact many of my friends have asked me countless times how you manage such a sexy walk and you are not even wearing heels. When you speak another fact emerges, the voice of a female. Unless the person is looking at you they hear a female, even some that are aware of your looks see a female instead of a male.

“Look Katie there is no way I can do this, I am sure you electing a male for a usual female held position will cause you all kinds of grief. What will happen if the press gets a hold of this, embarrassment for me and ridicule for your group. Just pick the next best qualified person and be done with it. I am sure I can live without receiving this honor, what I do in life I do because I want to. I see a need and if I can help fill it I either do it myself or see that it gets done. If more people would do that it would be a much nicer world out there.

“Now did you buy some dessert or do I need to whip something up?”

I didn’t see the punch coming, but my arm sure felt it. I have to cut done on her use of the gym in town if this keeps up. I got a solemn look from her as she walked to the bedroom, I just hope she forgets about all of this.

I did make something for dessert, some Jello pudding with fresh sliced fruit and a sweet sauce to go over the end result. I took a bowl of it to the bedroom and served it to her. She was on the phone so I left it with her and returned to the kitchen. When she brought the empty bowl to the kitchen it must have been alright.

The next couple of days passed without any mention of this absurdity. Relations between us were icy though. I figured I had dodged the bullet and relaxed some. Big mistake on my part.

It was early the following morning when Katie asked if I could come down to her office, one of my managers was being rewarded for her effort to help the local day care facility raise some funds to remodel and update some of their furnishings at the house they used in town.

Katie had been the one to help raise the funds for them to buy the house in the first place a few years ago, so a favorite project of hers. Jenny my manager of an insurance agency loved to do things like this, so I was glad to help in rewarding her for her hard work and effort.

I arrived a few minutes early and entered Katie’s office. Like her usual award ceremonies there was a small buffet in the outer office, drinks on another table and several tables set up for people to sit and nibble. Jenny was there already surrounded by members of the women’s group. There was a plaque on the table at the head of the room with Jenny’s name on it.

The women’s group along with giving a plaque also gave out a cash incentive, some thing to maybe spur further involvement in the community. Even though I was not a member of the group I always contributed to the pot, since it benefited the community as a whole.

I guess I was lulled into a peaceful existence, not expecting anything to happen to me. I had managed to talk to Jenny some, congratulating her on her efforts and reward. Then I noticed several other of my female managers enter her office. We chatted, nibbled on the food and generally had a good time.

Bethany, the first of my employees that I promoted to a manager position approached me asking me if I could come by her office to discuss something that was bothering her. Along with being my first manager she was also the most dedicated and caring. I told her sure, just let me know when you are leaving. She suggested that I ride with her to her office, then she could return me here after we had discussed the problem.

The reason for me to have to go to her office never entered my mind, it just didn’t occur to me that the problem could be discussed here just as easily. It was a half hour later when the party broke up my wife assaulting me as she gave me a passionate kiss and groped my body in a most unusual way. I gave her a funny look, wondering what was going on.

Bethany was right there to lead me away suggesting that next time it might be more appropriate if we got a room. Of course, I blushed red but was still easily led away. In her car then the short ride to her office. As we got out of the car I was led next door instead of into her office, her assuring me that the problem concerned this business.

The business was a salon that had opened a few months ago and was quite a hit among the ladies of our little town. For some reason I failed to connect the name of the salon with an earlier conversation between Katie and myself. When I was taken to a room in the back to find all of my female managers standing there with huge smiles on their face, I knew I had been conned.

They each helped in removing a piece of my clothing, gave me a hug and walked out. I made an effort to keep my clothes, but my hands were batted away often, the end result is no clothes.

Stacy the youngest of my group told me how it was going to be. We have your clothes, your money, credit cards, and even your cell phone. This is going to happen, so relax and enjoy. If you are still upset afterward you can fire all of us, but seeing you as you should be will be worth it for us. I have special permission to kiss you from your wife, who couldn’t be here right now since she is busy throwing out all your male clothes at home and hanging your new wardrobe.

If you give any of the girls here trouble we will leave you here for the night, the salon girls anxious to feminize you, so even more time for the process will be appreciated by them. I heartily suggest you comply, I would hate to see you in diapers and sucking on a baby bottle if you give them any trouble. Incidentally that is after they have erased any masculinity from your body.

She reached up holding my face with her hands as our lips touched, as she pressed tighter and her tongue invaded my mouth. The kiss lasted longer than I expected, as she pulled back, licked her lips and then grabbed her cell phone and called my wife.

She thanked her profusely for the chance to kiss me, wanting to know if a deal could be worked out for more kisses later. She then handed the phone to me as my wife told me to be good, if you behave I will be by to pick you up at ten tonight. If not it will be a long lonely night for you. She made kissee noises and she hung up.

Well with that kind of persuasion I guess my fate is sealed. I laid back on the table and they started on me. I tried to figure out why they were so adamant to getting me to look like a female. I guess they were right about how I wore my hair, the sexy walk was just how I walked, nothing contrived or done on purpose. I thought of how I might look as a female and had to ditch that thought immediately since my mind was now going along with that line of thinking.

I was aware of them doing something between my legs, but my male organ had already decided they were up to no good and had shrunk trying to hide in his camouflage. Too late his camouflage was being removed by another tech using a sweet smelling cream spread all over my body. I felt a spray on my groin and then nothing.

When the lady that was between my legs moved alongside of me holding two fairly large cups that looked like breasts I raised my head to see what they had done to junior to find him missing, a cute slit surrounded by soft lips the only thing left. It did take me a minute to realize what that implied and I promptly fainted as the two cups she was holding were glued to my chest.

When I did return to the land of the living the first thought that entered my mind was woman of the year, yep I am now firmly in that gender. My thoughts were mixed up over the next few hours, the incessant pulling of my flesh into the cups on my chest was still there sprinkled along with things being done to my hair, ears and then makeup on my face. At eight-thirty the damn pump making breasts on my chest cut off, as I let out a huge sigh.

I had purposely not looked at the filling cups, just too much to handle right now emotionally. The hoses were detached from the cups and I was helped to sit up. They helped me into a bra, to support my new breasts, a requirement from now on. Then a pair of panties was slid up my legs, the silky texture doing a job on my feelings. Goose bumps popping up everywhere.

A pair of heels and then a dress was slipped over my head. I felt the zipper being inched up my back, several more huge sighs erupting from my mouth as it rose up to my neck. A glance at the mirror across the room and I had to lean against the table for support.

The person formally known as Paul was now unequivocally a female, in fact an attractive one from first glance. Oh shit, along with looking like a woman I now will have to deal with men as a female would. Why me?

Katie to the rescue, as she took hold of me and woman handled me all the way to her car. All of my new appendages were squeezed and otherwise groped. Yes, even down there as she scooted her hand under the hem of my dress in search of my new female sex. Yep it was there as her finger explored the opening then withdrew so that she could concentrate on her driving, it being imperative to get me home so a closer examination could be performed.

Let’s just say it was a long night, the sun rising in the east before I was able to close my eyes and grab a cat nap. I called my secretary telling her I would be late, but instead of understanding she insisted I get my butt to the office and now, since she had not been able to view the new packaging for her boss. I looked down at my body seeing a most feminine body encased in a sexy nightie, that was far from conservative.

I had to dress myself, my closet now had only a females clothes to choose from. So had to look to find what I needed to be presentable. When I sat at Katie’s vanity I looked in the mirror and groaned. My makeup was still almost perfect, and my hair only needed me to run my fingers through it to be acceptable. I imagine my makeup was different than Katie's since hers often smudges from kissing or eating a meal especially her lipstick.

I made the trip to my office knowing that sooner or later I would have to face the world looking like this. Molly, my secretary was out from behind her desk in an instant grabbing my hands and appraising the merchandise. I received numerous hugs, along with numerous compliments about my appearance.

Then just like that it was back to business mode, as she showed me to my desk with numerous piles of papers each dealing with a different subject. She went through each pile then when she got to the biggest pile she told me it was responses from the community about my dressing and acting as a female now. I was told there was one hundred and fifty emails from community leaders, friends and business acquaintances about my gender change.

To sum it up the main sentiment expressed in these emails was its about time. So I suggest you get busy, each of these emails needs to be responded to, thanking them for their thoughts and expressing your continued dedication to the community. I got another hug and she left me to my task.

I am not sure what to think, but it seems this is now my life, a most wonderful life filled with love, friendship and caring.

Paula did get elected as Woman of the Year an honor I am very proud of. I just wish Katie would ease up some with the nightly show of affection I do need my beauty sleep now and then.

P.S. Five years later I am still living the life of a female both in business and at home. Katie watches over me like a hawk, making sure that no one gets a chance at me. I am cherished and loved to the extreme. On more than one occasion it is almost time to get up before I get a chance to close my eyes and get a little sleep.

Twice a week appointments at the salon to keep me pretty, and a multitude of female friends to support me. I have added to my businesses, now numbering twenty three at last count. I help around the community as often as I can and have served on several civic groups. I am still proud of the year I was awarded Woman Of The Year. A life changing event for sure.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca Walker

Daisy: Female Or Sissy

Daisy: Female Or Sissy

I was in a quandary as to what I could do to escape the predicament I found myself in. I hated school so when I found out that I had failed to pass my sophomore year I just quit going to school. I was supposed to take my report card home, get it signed and then take it back to the school. I forged Mom’s signature, returned it to school and then made the decision to just ditch the rest of my classes for the year. It was only for a few days, as the teachers were wrapping things up and giving makeup tests for those that had missed the end of the year test.

Mom didn’t find out till three weeks later when a truant officer came to visit. I had spent my days holed up in an arcade at the local mall. I looked old enough for most people to ignore me, so was able to get by. Playing video games all day is not what it is cracked up to be, but school I hated and going home ran the chance of running into Mom. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, if caught I would be in so much trouble.

When I returned home that day I could tell Mom was pissed, but she didn’t enlighten me as to why. I made myself a couple of sandwiches and went to my room. I turned on my computer, then stuffed my face, eventually falling asleep on my bed, still fully clothed.

When I awoke the next morning my Aunt Laura was standing over me. She pulled me to my feet, told me to take a shower, then swatted my butt hard. Laura scared me, where my Mom was easy to get along with, her sister Laura was strictly no nonsense. They got along fairly good with each other, although we didn’t see Laura often. When she did show up, it was usually to straighten out a problem, a problem that Mom couldn’t handle. I was worried why she was here, hopefully not because of me and what I have done.

Mom was my only parent since Dad skipped out on us years ago. Other than getting Mom pregnant he was a non-entity, although when caught he paid some child support, that is until he vanished again. Mom’s lawyer spent countless hours tracking him down. This required Mom to work several part time jobs to keep a roof over our heads. I appreciated all Mom did for us, but life sucked and school in particular. I knew I was not going anywhere after high school, that is if I ever finished high school. At the moment, that decision was already made as far as I was concerned, school is just not worth it.

I did as she asked dropping my clothes on the bathroom floor as I stepped into the shower. I was worried why Aunt Laura was here, my usual shower activity got postponed, maybe I can correct the situation later. When I emerged my clothes were gone, not even a towel to cover myself up with. I peeked around the door, not seeing my aunt, then running to my bedroom, dripping water as I went. As I entered I noticed all of my drawers pulled out of the dresser and my closet doors wide open. Other than a few hangers the closet was empty, along with my dresser. I looked to my bed, figuring a sheet would do to hide my naked body to find it bare. Not a single item to cover myself up with, even the pillow cases were gone.

My aunt came through the bedroom door, stopped and looked at me. Her stare is unnerving, like I said before she terrifies me. I tried to cover myself, being naked in front of my aunt had me shaking and embarrassed. I was told to sit on the edge of the bed, as she pulled up a chair to face me. She did close my bedroom door before she got comfortable on the chair. I did my best to cover my penis, sitting naked in front of your aunt is not the best confidence builder. In fact, I was so sacred I was almost to the point of throwing up, my stomach doing the rumbling thing to the extreme.

“Well Mark, we seem to have a problem. A certain young man has decided that he no longer needs to go to high school. That has caused the school district to send someone to inquire about him since you were supposed to be in summer school because of your grades. Your Mom was here when they came, quite a surprise when she found out that you were skipping school. Then there is the problem of you flunking all of your classes, meaning that you will have to take the whole sophomore year over again. Then when I got involved I found numerous notes sent to your Mom about class disruption, defacing school property and bullying. The facts that those notes never arrived home, another serious problem, Then we have you forging your Mom’s signature on your last report card, I sometimes wonder about your intelligence.

“To keep from the state taking you from your Mother because it is obvious she can’t control you, I have been assigned as your guardian. That means you do what I say and when I say it. Now you are coming with me, to see if I can straighten you out.” I looked down at my naked body, asking her for some clothes. “I think I can help you with that. Turn around and raise your arms up.” I did and felt her slide something over my arms to settle over my body. She zipped up the back and I heard a click.

I looked down and screamed, she had put me in a dress. I tried to reach the zipper, to get it loose enough so that I could get it back over my head. The top of the zipper wouldn’t budge, the dress fitting tight against my chest and stomach wouldn’t let me grab it. I could not move it either up or down to get at the zipper. Laura took a paddle and started swatting my butt hard, there being nothing but the thin dress between my skin and the paddle. I never saw where she got the paddle or the dress, but she had obviously came prepared. I tried to evade her, but she ended up cornering me between the dresser and the bathroom door. I tried to use my hands to protect myself, but the paddle landing on them convinced me to not try that again. I cursed, then cried, then pleaded with her to stop. She did for a minute, telling me to stand still, with my hands at my sides.

She approached placing a collar around my neck, a leash dangling from the collar. The click as it fastened together sounded ominous. I started to protest, one swing of the paddle stopped that action instantly. I was led from the house to her car, blushing red but fearing what may happen if I disobeyed. As we passed the garbage can at the edge of the driveway, I saw most of my male clothes piled in it, not a good sign of things to come. I never saw Mom as I was put in Laura’s car, apparently I was on my own with her. That is not a comforting thought.

I was nearly naked, a thin lacy dress the only thing on my body. The collar had quite an impact on me, I somehow felt unable to fight back anymore. My butt was still hurting where she had swatted it as I sat on the back seat. Having no underwear on made it much worse. To think I was reduced to tears so fast, a young man of sixteen years of age put in his place by my Aunt, a female and much smaller than me.

It was about two hours to Laura’s house, I remained quiet the entire trip, my ego the most damaged part of my psyche right now. Within a few minutes I had been stripped, paddled and dressed as a girl my fighting back getting me absolutely nowhere. Laura was quite a bit smaller than me, at least six inches shorter, but something about her made me feel uneasy, lacking any confidence in my ability to stand up to her.

Once we got to her house I was led upstairs to her daughter’s bedroom, then she removed the dress leaving me there in front of her stark naked. The collar was left on, but the leash removed. As she stepped right in front of me, I was told you can take a nap, since your first appointment is not till tomorrow morning. All the clothes here should fit you, to leave this room you have to be dressed appropriately. That means for food, to get a drink or to use the bathroom. I have closed circuit TV throughout the house, so when you leave the room I will be able to see how you are dressed. I would suggest that you accept your fate for a few weeks, trying to leave the house or fighting this will only make things worse, much worse.

I have legally changed your name, Mark is no longer, we need something sissyish for your name now. If this type of behavior continues I will see to it that you are sent to school dressed in clothes appropriate for a ten year old girl and in the appropriate grade for that age. That means back to the fourth grade, not a place that I think you will like. Now think about all of this, then come downstairs later dressed as a young female and we will have dinner together. She turned and left, closing the door behind her. I stood there in shock, she can’t do this to me, there has to be some law that forbids it.

Then I remembered that she used to work for social services, actually a supervisor for half the state. I presume that is how she became my guardian, knowing enough people to make it happen. I loved Mom, but she was clueless about a young man, so I managed to get away with most everything. That is until now.

I looked around the room, while trying to figure out how I was going to escape. I saw the window and smiled. I went to see if it was locked but the window raised easily, so a possible escape route. I looked out to find a trellis to the side of the window going all the way down to the ground, maybe I can climb down it to safety. When I had my head out the window, I felt a tingling in the collar around my neck. I decided the collar needs to be checked out as I walked over to sit at her daughter’s vanity so I could get a closer look at it in the mirror.

There were no visible seams, just a somewhat thick metal band around my neck with way too many feminine decorations on it. There was jewels, some glitter a couple of ribbon bows and in script the word Sissy. I laid my head down on the vanity and cried. This can’t be happening to me, it just can’t. I tried the window again, not believing that I was trapped in her daughter’s room. As soon as my head was out the window, the tingling started again. I decided to see if it was something temporary or longer lasting. After a minute it became intense, somehow the collar was punishing me for trying to escape. Head back in and the tingling stopped.

I did go over and lay on the bed, naked, a sissy collar on me and nothing but frilly feminine clothes to wear. Even if I managed to escape, naked and a sissy collar around my neck sure to send me right back here. I shed a few tears that afternoon, a first for me. Once on the bed the tears turned to outright sobbing. Then as if things could not get worse I discovered I had to pee. Do I try and sneak to the bathroom, hoping Laura does not see that I am still naked or do I give in and put on some of these horrid clothes?

I was lying on my side, my butt still stinging from the paddling. Moving around to try and get comfortable only made my need to go to the bathroom worse. I walked over to the closet, hoping to find a robe, or maybe a jacket to wear so that I could relieve myself. No such luck and I was getting desperate. Finally I grabbed a dress from the closet, when I had it out so I could see it better I let out a low groan, it was covered in lace, and pink in color making the dress just that much more feminine. It looked like it would fit, but meant for a younger female that was super girly. Although the dress was light pink in color I doubted it could be more feminine. I managed to get it over my head, then had to almost dislocate my arm to get it zipped up. One look in the mirror and I was sick. The need to pee overcame everything and I made my way to the bathroom, looking in the hall for her cameras.

I managed to make it, but barely. I faced the toilet raising the dress so that I could pee. The dress kept slipping down, too much fabric in the skirt for me to hold with one hand. I turned and sat down, the male side of my brain groaning at my caving in so quickly. I was sitting like a female to use the bathroom, with my dress covering part of my legs, a dress that I had picked out and put on myself. Laura had not done a thing to make me do this other than threaten me if I came out of the bedroom without clothes, female ones my only choice. I even took some toilet paper to wipe with, not wanting to lift my skirt to take hold of my penis to shake it, like I usually do. I felt ashamed, a simple thing like using the bathroom and I had caved, donned a dress, then sat like a female would do for such a basic bodily function. All of this only hours after she had taken me from my home.

With my eyes staring at the floor, I walked to the bedroom, feeling a little better, one crisis I managed to live through. Once inside I saw a pair of panties laying on the bed, then the shoes to the side of the bed. I figured it out pretty quickly, any other trips out of the room would require panties and girls shoes. Again not a word said, but the implication concise and clear. I did shed the dress as soon as I got back into my room. I was naked again, after struggling for twenty minutes trying to get the zipper down so I could get out of that damn dress. It felt wrong to be wearing it, I couldn’t get it off soon enough after returning to the bedroom.

Lying there all afternoon I ran different scenarios through my mind, first deciding to go on a hunger strike, I was not putting that dress on again or any other female clothes. Then I started to notice some wonderful smells coming from downstairs. Laura was cooking dinner and it smelled so good. Another hour later I was still naked, but my stomach was growling telling my brain to give up, put on a dress and let’s eat. I took time to look through the entire closet, hoping to find something a little less feminine. Every piece I pulled out only got worse, shorter skirts, plunging necklines and the horrid pink color on most every piece of clothing. All the items were meant for a younger girl or a sissy, then I remembered her telling me that she was going to change my name to something a sissy would call herself. What am I going to do, then the knowledge that there was something to eat downstairs reappeared in my mind, but is it worth it.

There were no new smells, so I figured dinner was ready. If I didn’t show up on time I feared I would miss out entirely. My stomach won out, grabbing the first dress I saw and slipped it on. Again fighting with the zipper and then I noticed the panties still lying on the bed. I picked them up carefully, fearing that putting them on might suddenly turn me into a female for real.

I stepped into them, and started pulling them up my legs. I let out a very un-masculine moan, as they slid past my knees. Breathing became difficult and for a few seconds I actually held my breath. By the time I got them to my waist my penis was rock hard, making the panties stick out obscenely. I tried to think of something else, but the erection persisted. So I made my way back to the bathroom, lowered my panties and jerked off. Believe me it didn’t take long, a few touches of my hand and I was spewing all over the place. Then there was the problem of cleaning up, wet, gooey, and sticky it required more than a few pieces of toilet paper to get it under control and remove the evidence that it had happened.

Back to the bedroom, my face red as a beet, I am sure every drop of blood I had was crammed into the space between my ears. I made sure my male organ was tucked securely between my legs not wanting to have a repeat performance in front of Laura or for her to see what the panties did to me. Even as I did that my male organ started to betray me again, I reached down and grabbed it and squeezed hard, hoping to stop its swelling. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt it shrink in my hands, so I put it back between my legs and pulled up the panties once again.

A distinct smell still permeated the air so I stopped at her daughter’s vanity and sprayed some perfume on the offending area. Now I smelled so girly, I take it I used too much perfume, since that was all I could smell now.

I started for the door, only to remember the shoes. I picked one up to look at it. Of course, it was a heel, though the heel height looked quite manageable. I slipped it on, somehow it was my exact size. I put the matching one on and started for the door. The heels were affecting how I was walking, they seemed to require me taking smaller steps, my ass swaying back and forth like a lot of the girls at school. I stopped, debating whether to take the shoes off or continue on to dinner. Laura’s calling me to dinner at that very moment, decided for me. I minced off to the stairs and then to the kitchen, for that was what it felt like I was doing. The stairs were a problem, I ended up holding on to the railing with both hands as I made my way down them. I pictured my swaying ass from behind, another surge of blood rushing to my head.

As I entered the kitchen Laura looked at me, scanning my body from head to toe. She came over, picked up my skirt, I presume to make sure I was wearing panties, then hugged me and showed me to the table. I was reluctant to break off the hug, it felt so good. A hug that I have seldom received in the past. It wasn’t because Mom didn’t want to hug me, it was because I never allowed it.

She did comment on my perfume, suggesting that in the future a light mist than walk though it would be more than enough to hide my objectionable odor. Another blush and lots of blood flowing upward. She had figured out what I was trying to cover up instantly, causing me even more embarrassment.

A most delicious plate of food was placed in front of me, waiting to be devoured. She showed me how to sit with a skirt, then made me redo it several times until I got it right. I was to eat with one hand, the other hand to be placed in my lap and left there. Finally I was able to taste some of the food.

There was a delicious roast, potatoes cooked in the juices of the roast, some green beans that she had heard I liked and a bowl of salad. Laura mentioned that the salad had to be eaten too, or there would be no more food for future meals. I screwed up my face and took the first bite, surprised at how good it tasted. The dressing was slightly sweet, making the lettuce and tomatoes slide down my throat a little easier. I actually finished the salad first before moving on to the rest of the meal.

Several times I was told to slow down, there was no hurry and we had plenty of time to eat before I was to help her do the dishes. Well the dishes comment stuck in my craw, but luckily before I made another fatal mistake I remembered how I was dressed and the collar, deciding that I would indeed help her do the dishes. I did think back to earlier today, other than the spanking with the paddle, everything I have done willingly. Her threats, her stupid rules and that damn collar the only pieces of persuasion that were necessary. I dressed in the clothes, took the hint about the panties and shoes and even jerked off while dressed to avoid the obvious reaction of my male organ to the silky panties. I can’t be much of a male if silky panties can turn me on that much.

Then she brings out dessert, my favorite cheesecake. I nearly swoon at the gorgeous site, canned cherries on top of each piece. It is placed in front of me with a caveat. To be able to eat it, I need to wear a nightie to bed tonight. A nightie that she had laid across the back of the chair next to me. I stared at the piece of clothing, up to now I was not even aware that it was lying there. Oh gawd, pink in color and frills adorning the hem of the nightie, so short it will probably only come down to just past my panties. I did catch myself referring to the panties as mine.

I used to visit some porn sites where the girls wore nighties like this, now I will be wearing the same. I looked at the cheesecake, told her I will wear it to bed and then took my first bite of the cheesecake. It was so delicious, melting in my mouth. Then stared back at the nightie, a sacrifice but is it worth the piece of cheesecake. My scheming mind figured I could slip into the nightie, than after she goes to bed I could remove it and sleep in the nude.

I savored the piece of cheesecake, hoping that if I stalled I might be excused the kitchen duties. When I took the last bite, Laura came over helping me to stand and slipped an apron on me. She tied it in a big bow behind my back, then handed me a stack of dishes and pointed to the kitchen. I decided to help her, so far this has not been that bad, the dinner and the dessert really hitting the spot. It went quicker than I had thought, forty minutes later the dishes were done and the kitchen cleaned up. She helped me with the apron, hanging it on hook right inside the kitchen door. I was taken to her den, which she used to use as her office with the nightie laying over my arm. The feel of the satin material and the lace at the hem doing a job on me as I followed her. A subtle remainder of things yet to come.

Shown to a chair and then she sat directly opposite, facing me. “I will tell you exactly what I am doing to you and why. Your behavior has been unsatisfactory, both in school and at home. Your Mom has bent over backwards to see that you had a nice home and a decent education. To this you deceived her, lied to her and failed in your education. Now I enter the picture, I see what you have done, and ended up having to intervene before you got taken from your Mom and put in foster care or juvenile hall. I assure you either of those are much worse than what you will endure with me. I have decided that your male ego is the problem here, so we are going to take away any masculine traits you might have, replacing them with the girliest ones we can find.”

“I am going to start you off as a sissy, a simpering effeminate male dressed in the girliest clothes, makeup and cutest juvenile hairstyles. The collar stays on and I am going to drag you everywhere I go dressed as a Sissy. You will have lots of things done to you to make you look more feminine, but never enough to disguise that you are really a male. None of your treatments are permanent at this time, but failure of you to cooperate with me and I will see you end up as a simpering effeminate female for the rest of your life. That is not a threat but a promise. You will not be allowed to waste your life and end up in prison or dead.

It all starts tomorrow morning so I suggest that you decide to cooperate, otherwise life might become very difficult for you. Take your nightie and get ready for bed, I will be up to tuck you in shortly.”

I made my way to my bedroom, struggled to get the zipper down on the dress, then slipped it off. I left it lying on the floor where it fell, then decided that might not set well with Laura, picked it up and put it back on a hanger. Then looked more closely at the nightie, swallowed hard and let it slide down over my shoulders. Again the feeling of the silky material causing all kinds of eruptions all over my body, the least of which was a ton of goose pimples.

I managed to slip under the covers, moaning again as I discovered they were satin sheets, feeling cool to the touch and awfully erotic. Laura entered the bedroom shortly after that, I got a hug and the covers were tucked in around me. Then she slid two mittens over my hands, locking them at my wrist. She smiled at me. “I saw that look on your face earlier, however I have had a lot of experience with young males, so I know what has to be done.” Pulling back my covers she then took a silky scarf, wrapped it around my penis and snugged it loosely but not loose enough to fall off. She replaced my covers, making sure the sheets were tucked under my body. I was kissed on the forehead as she left the room after turning off the lights.

Oh gawd, why did she have to do that, every movement caused the scarf to slide on my penis, keeping me erect and frustrated all night long. The nightie added the rest of the frustrations necessary to make me miserable, followed closely by the satin sheets. I was doomed, in a few simple steps she had made me that simpering sissy. Those damn mittens prevented me escaping my predicament, every time I tried to use the mittens to slide off the scarf, they just slid over the scarf, doing nothing to help me escape the silky feelings. My fingers were useless within the mittens, fused together and unable to do anything. I was to discover the mittens were also lined in silk, just moving my fingers a little sending more unwanted feelings to my overworked mind.

I was not rested the next morning, only gaining a few brief periods of sleep mixed in with the almost constant frustration I endured all night. I had to use the bathroom again, now an almost impossible task with the mittens secure on my hands. I had to find Laura to take off my scarf, then hurried to the toilet to pee. I did manage to get a wad of toilet paper to blot off the extra moisture, but it took forever with the mittens still on my hands. As I returned to the room, a leash was secured to my collar and I was led out of the house, in just the nightie and a pair of panties. I was going to protest the action, but maybe what she will come up with might be worse than what I am enduring now. I was humiliated, embarrassed, outside of the house in nothing but a nightie and being led by a leash attached to my collar. Put into the passenger seat of her car, the seat belt fastened securely and my leash wrapped around the head rest on the seat.

It was a short drive to my appointment, when we pulled up in front of the salon, I let out a groan. True to her word, I was being feminized, but not sure how much. From the look of the place, they were quite capable of almost anything, even at this ungodly hour the place was packed. I was released from the seat and led into this bastion of femininity. As we walked to the reception desk I was stared at, then came the giggling and laughter. Bright red again, I doubt my face will ever return to a normal color.

Laura told the receptionist that Daisy was here for her appointment, handed her the leash and left, walking right out to her car and then driving away. Apparently the name Daisy was my new sissy name. I was alone, scared and feeling quite vulnerable. The young girl took my leash and pulled on it, leading me to a room at the back of the salon. There I was deposited, her giggling a little then telling me that they will be in shortly to work on me. Of course, I was bright red, the embarrassment of being led around by a leash dressed in only a nightie. A few minutes later three ladies came in, looked me over then went to gather what they needed. They were back quickly and started working on me.

I started to say something, but the one lady held up a gag, implying that if I attempted to talk I would be gagged. The words I wanted to say died in my throat. A lady was working on my hands after removing my mittens. Since she was matching nail extensions to each fingernail I presumed that is my fate.

The other lady was working on my toenails, apparently I was to receive bright red polish applied to each and every toenail, a perfect match to my fingernails when finished.

The third lady leaned the chair back a little and started in on my eyebrows. The pain as she plucked out each hair was sharp, although after a few I was able to keep my groans to myself. Part of the incentive to keep quiet was the gag that was still visible on a table to the side of the chair I was in. One look is all that was needed to insure my continued silence. Once the three were done I appeared much more feminine, no doubt about my sissy looks now.

My hair was next, my allowing my hair to get so long not in my favor now. It was cut into a feminine style and then set in curlers. A stint under a dryer and then the curlers were removed and the style was brushed out. I now sported curly pigtails coming down to my shoulders, with bright pink ribbons around each bunch of hair. It was definitely juvenile in looks, maybe something an eight year old might wear.

Looking at my eyebrows I could see that I had very few hairs left, the high arched brow line now quite apparent. Some lipstick was added to my lips, then placed in a purse for me to carry with me. I did receive something to replace the nightie, so short it barely covered my panties. I did eventually came to realize that the panties matched the dress, so they were meant to be seen. I doubt my face will ever return to a normal coloration, the amount of blood now congregated there bound to keep it red forever. Each time I blush the color seems to get richer, never fading much with time.

So dressed and made up to resemble a young sissy, that is how I looked when my Aunt came to retrieve me. The damn leash was reattached to my collar and I was led from the salon. I hoped to be taken back to her home, but as luck would have it I ended up at the largest mall in town. I let out such a huge sigh, Laura giggling at my reaction to our destination. “Behave yourself and do as I say and this will be bearable, fight it and you will be here all day. They do have a daycare facility at the other end of the mall, I could always leave you there as I shop, the girls will love to have you to play with.”

Believe me I was good, her last statement never far from conscious thought. I tried on dresses, got my ears pierced and suffered the exposure to countless other customers and shop assistants. No one was mean to me, I did receive lots of giggles at my looks and actions. After awhile I was able to endure them, at least, I was not alone and Laura was always close by.

It was three long hours later when Laura dragged me from the mall. I kind of had got used to being laughed at, since almost anywhere I had been led there was someone there to appraise my looks and then snicker or laugh at me. Once back home Laura led me to my bedroom removed the leash and helped me get out of the dress. I was helped into a different dress, just as frilly and cute, but much shorter, the hem of the dress not even covering my panties. She grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen where I had to help her prepare dinner.

The dinner was so good, even help fixing it was a dilemma. I wanted to sample things as we prepared the food, but Laura made sure I was focused on preparing it and not on an early snack of the goodies. Finally it was time to partake of the food, although I wanted to gobble it down, I had to sit like a proper young lady and nibble the food. She asked if I enjoyed the visit to the mall, telling me there will be many more such excursions in the coming weeks. That thought kind of lingered till Laura took off my apron, then pulled me to her and hugged me tenderly. I soon was nestled tighter to her, enjoying the hug and her presence.

The day’s events were repeated often. At least two trips out each week to a mall or large department store. Weekly trips to the beauty salon where my curls were refreshed and something new added each time to emphasize my femininity. My body hair was removed, although I had very little to start with, I now had none. My penis was glued to my groin and a silicone female vagina was glued over the top. As that was being done they did something to my penis keeping it from swelling up, now I had a slit like a female but no feelings there at all. Then on the last trip they glued small breast cups to my chest, then hooked hoses to them and started a pump. It was the pump’s job to suck loose tissue into the cups to form small breasts. Like Laura had said earlier enough to make me look like a sissy, but not enough to conceal the fact that I had been a male.

The dresses remained super short, exposing whatever panties I might be wearing and of course the majority of my legs. Always nail polish on my toes and fingernails and visible to all. Lipstick, some mascara, a little rouge for my cheeks but never enough to make me look like a natural born female. I had been with my Aunt for six weeks now, trying to do exactly as she wants and desires.

I had come to the realization that my approach to things in the past was the problem, so regretted my actions those many weeks ago. I asked Laura if there was maybe something else I could do to atone for my past actions. I was almost pleading for anything but what I was subjected to now. I knew I deserved to be treated like a sissy but was trying to think past the next few years. I really did not want to be a sissy for the rest of my life. I was told matter of factly that she would think it over and let me know her decision later. Just like that the subject was tabled till who knows when.

It was a week later and I had just finished the dishes after a delicious dinner that I had to help cook. I was taken to her office and sat in a chair right in front of her desk. I was caught slouching and she made me correct my posture. Then she told me what she had worked out. It was suggested that I listen first to everything before I commented. I was to have one chance at this possible solution to my request and one chance only. If I turned it down there will be no alternatives other than a life as a sissy. This was not what I had envisioned when I asked her for a life other than as a sissy. I had hopes of being returned back to a masculine persona and allowed to make my way in the world, but what she is hinting at is far from that dream.

First you will have to embrace this possible solution completely. That means you will have to do things willingly without being told and as appropriate for what you want. You will have to secure a job in this persona and excel in it so that I can feel confident you might be able to support yourself later in life. You will have to live the life 24/7 for the foreseeable future. No excuses, no shirking of responsibilities and no putting off to another day what needs to be done today. I expect you to buy your own clothes, shoes and any other items you might need for this persona. That includes interacting with society in general and me in particular.

Her next words left a permanent scar on my mind, my escape from sissydom was going to be as a female. Oh gawd, my one chance to escape this life of a sissy is to live the life of a female, 24/7 for the rest of my life. It took a few minutes for my mind to perceive all the different facets of this type of life, getting a job and dressing as a female the first two aspects to invade my mind. Then interacting with society as a female popped up, probably the hardest part of this. Once my mind got to the part of interacting with boys I promptly passed out.

I did come around eventually, the start of a headache making its presence known. Such a decision, keep being a sissy or embrace the female life as a young teenager. Believe me the headache got worse, much worse. Maybe being a sissy will not be that bad, I know I will like and treasure the hugs whenever they are given. But what of my future, an old and graying sissy not the most comforting image to pop into my mind.

I decided life as a female might be preferable, so made the commitment. It was rough for a couple of weeks, as I adapted to the female life style 24/7. I did get more wonderful hugs from Laura, but soon found myself employed as a sales assistant in a clothing store, saving up to replace all the juvenile dresses Laura had made me wear earlier in life. Until I managed that feat, I was kidded often about my attire when showing up for work.

I had to help Laura with meal preparation and cleaning of the house, but I actually looked forward to those times. I even dated some, while I enjoyed being pampered, I don’t think I will be seeking a mate from the male gender. Maybe a female that likes a softer more feminine persona, but that can be handled later in life.

Life as a female, initially terrifying but apparently the right choice for me. Definitely better than as a sissy.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Felice: Cutest Sissy Ever

Felice: Cutest Sissy Ever

My wife was all excited as she entered the house. Bouncing up and down while eyeing me up. “Since you have been unemployed for so long this will get you back in the work force some, the job is super easy and you should have no difficulty with it.” She had a colored flier in her hands, pink in color with a picture of a juvenile looking female on the upper right hand corner of it. She handed it to me, watching me closely as I read what was printed on the flier. After getting half way down the sheet I quickly handed it back to her and retreated several feet, wanting nothing to do with this crazy idea of hers. As if backing away from her will save me from being sucked into her plan.

Well, time for her to unleash the big guns, her husband not having a chance to avoid this. I was dragged to the couch and pushed down on it, with her positioning herself right next to me. She now had both of my hands in hers and was leaning in to deliver a sizzling kiss. Not a quickie but a long tantalizing smooch with tongue.
I let out a huge sigh, once again I will probably be coerced into this, her assault on my senses always works. I might protest a little but in the end I am putty in her hands. After I was left a smoldering mess on the couch she smiled. Compliance was now assured, time to proceed to the rest of this scenario. Just like that I had unknowingly agreed to her wishes, even though not a single word had escaped my lips. I did get a heartfelt thanks for agreeing to become a sissy, a softer and more passionate kiss delivered along with several gropes of my little fella to help seal the deal.

She left me on the couch, since she needed to do some shopping for me, things to obtain so that I could qualify for the cutest sissy contest. I sat there for the longest time just staring at the wall, hoping that I will soon awake from this bizarre nightmare. After closing my eyes several times and re-opening them the nightmare was still here. I found the flier and read it over again, this time trying to figure out just what this job was and how a contest had anything to do with the job.

It was a contest for the cutest Sissy, the top ten contestants getting jobs promoting sissy clothes and makeup for a chain of stores supplying those items. That same company also has an internet presence and ships worldwide if required. The job was five days a week, eight hours a day modeling clothes and makeup at malls and at their stand alone stores. The pay is three hundred a week, once selected all beauty services, makeup and clothing furnished by the company. Each model will be accompanied by a company representative to assist in clothing changes and help with makeup and accessories. They will also furnish transportation to the venue and see to the care and feeding of the cute sissy.

It sounded pretty good on paper other than me having to portray a sissy. I no doubt will be able to look like one, my small stature and lack of anything looking like muscle sure to assist in my portrayal. Allowing my hair to grow out probably a big mistake now, but recently there have been precious little funds for a haircut. My figure was pretty much straight up and down, along with no muscles I didn’t have an ounce of fat on me. Arms and legs skinny very similar to my wife’s. I was pretty sure with some lipstick and a little makeup, I could easily be considered a female or in this particular case, a Sissy.

Libby, my wife had a good paying job, plus the flexibility to work pretty much when she wanted. It was a supervisory position with her riding herd on approximately three hundred employees. I meanwhile had been laid off five months ago, and despite doing everything in my power to find another job, was still without one. Not even a second interview with anyone, my skills if any were not desired by any company. A brief look at my resume and I was sent on my way, being told there were no positions available.

A while later Libby, came bouncing in again, her arms loaded with bags of shopping, I wondered if the store had anything left. I noticed the logo on the bag said Turnabout Sissy, where all of the pretty Sissies shop at. Crap all of these clothes are for me. I was hustled into the bathroom, all of the bags of clothing left in our bedroom. I found myself naked faster then I even realized was possible. While I was being undressed the tub was filling, the water smelling like perfume. I was helped into the tub and then told to stay, like you might tell a puppy when training them. The water felt good, so I was a good puppy and stayed.

I heard her in the bedroom, not sure what she was doing and probably not wanting to know. She came back a little later and washed me thoroughly, from my hair on the top of my head to my toes. Yes, even there got washed. She had never bathed me before, a new experience altogether. I tried to do it myself, but she would have nothing to do with that line of thinking. My few attempts met with a slap on my arm and a warning to just sit there. The warning was delivered in a voice she seldom used with me, one that I instantly obeyed. I was dried off, then dragged to the bedroom.

My closet door was open, the emptiness of it shocked me. All of my male clothes now gone somewhere. So my choices now were severally limited, cooperate to be dressed as a sissy or go naked.

She wanted to see how my new things fitted, so one piece after another was tried on me, most put back on the bed a couple of pieces placed back into a bag, probably to be returned. The few chances I got to see me in the article of clothing was depressing, my male image totally gone, a young female all there was to be seen. I use the words young female very loosely, I am not sure what you call a female that has just started school. Maybe in a couple of the dresses graduated from kindergarten might be a more appropriate analogy. Other than my size I looked like one of those young females.

After she went through all of her purchases, I was dressed in one of the frilliest dresses and taken to her car. No underwear, no shoes, just a pair of flip flops, nothing else. A short drive and we pulled up in front of her beauty salon. I had in the past dropped her off here for her appointment but I had never been in the salon itself. Well, there is a first time for everything and no matter how I protested or tried to delay her from getting me in there I found myself in front of their reception desk, blushing twenty different shades of red.

One of the other techs came up front to escort me back to a treatment room, while my wife signed the permission slips for my treatments today. I apparently was considered a young child by the salon, my apparent mother signing for me to have the treatments. Larger than any female child, but definitely not looking very adult like.

My dress was removed, as my whole body turned a bright shade of red, being naked in front of someone other than my wife quite embarrassing. Nothing was said about the male appendage in my groin, it was ignored like it didn’t exist.

First on the agenda was removing all of my body hair, a cream slathered over my body and left on for thirty minutes. Libby had returned to supervise my transformation smiling as my body is covered in the cream. Then I had to stand there as the cream did its job, naked and totally exposed. I willed my little fella to stay soft, the time or two I saw my reflection in the mirror he seemed to have shriveled up to nothing. Finally the cream is wiped off, my sparse body hair with it. The tech seeing my expression on my face told me not to worry, the cream removal is permanent, no need to repeat the treatment later. I stared at Libby, she just smiled and winked at me.

While the tech is preparing my next treatment I asked Libby about the money for the clothes and my treatments, wouldn’t it have been better to have saved that rather than take a chance on me winning the contest. Another larger than normal smile, the store and the salon have donated their services and clothing, since they are sure I will be among the top ten finalists. So none of this is coming out of our finances, you can rest easy there. Face it, you are going to be the cutest sissy ever and soon thereafter popular and famous.

When the tech came back into the room, she was carrying a tray of things, sitting it on the table next to where I was laying and then helping my feet into some stirrups she had pulled out from the end of the table. She used a strap to secure them in the stirrups, then spread them wide so she could work on my groin. I started pleading and begging right away, fearing where this was headed. Libby held up a gag, the implication clear and unavoidable. I shut up, maybe it will not be as bad as I feared.

For the next hour my little fella was handled and manipulated till he was secured to a spot on my groin. I had lost feeling down there, having to lift my head some to even be able to see what was being done. When I didn’t see him sticking out any more, I knew it was too late. Then when the tech glued a silicone vagina over the area, I knew my time as a male is over. What I now saw down there is the same thing Libby has, not even a little patch of hair, just two puffy lips surrounding a slit. I closed my eyes, a few tears emerging and sliding down my cheek. It might still be there somewhere, but anyone looking down there only seeing a female sex in its place.

The tech moved to my hair next washing and conditioning it then cutting it into a feminine style. The style left most of the length, but on my forehead I was now sporting bangs. The remaining hair was formed into two pigtails, one on each side of my head. The pigtails were secured with some ribbon, the ends of the ribbon hanging down with the pigtailed hair. She used a curling iron to add some curls to the bottom of the pigtail. The resulting image in the mirror across the room very juvenile looking. I looked like a larger than life little girl, maybe four or five years old. Not a desired look for a young male.

Some makeup was applied, just mascara for my eyelashes, rouge for my cheeks, and lipstick for my lips. Everything in a pale pink except for the lashes, those in a dark brown. The mascara mainly used to lengthen the lashes for that cute innocent sissy look.

When the tech told Libby it was semi-permanent I was shocked, but Libby explained it would wear off in two to three months. Since it had already been applied it was a mute point anyway. I hope I do get the job, otherwise job hunting is going to be even more difficult, the image in the mirror in front of me quite feminine, well once you get past the little girl look.

I did get a pair of panties to wear home, the snugness of them against my flat groin a little unsettling for me. The dress I wore to the salon was slipped back on me, the total look now very sissy like.

Then Libby had another surprise for me, a harness like you see on a lot of small kids, a way for a parent to help control her little child. It was fixed on me and the straps buckled up. My arms and hands were caught up in the harness, so I had no way to avoid being led away. She attached a leash to it and we were off. In her car I was secured, the seat belt and the harness making it impossible for me to get loose. Instead of heading back home she drove us to the local mall. I was shaking my head no as she helped me out of the car and then grabbed the leash and led me straight to the mall entrance. Once inside I tried to keep behind her, not wanting to be seen like this. She headed straight to a store on the upper level of the mall. I am sure I was stared at as she led me along, but I tried to ignore any looks or comments. As we entered the store I saw the sign in the front window, Turnabout Sissy. Oh gawd, now what. I was led to the back where they had set up a booth to take pictures and sign up the prospective sissies for the contest.

With her still holding the leash for my harness I couldn’t disappear. She filled out the entry form, then the photographer took a multitude of pictures of me. I was handed a lollipop for a few of the pictures, then a doll to hold for a few more. Libby was all smiles as several of the mothers of the other sissies made the remark that they were sure I would be among the finalists. Since we were in the sissy store, my dress was changed then I was paraded around in front of the store, a preview of my job if I am among the finalists. There were several of us modeling the dresses, although I seemed to draw the most attention from the small crowd watching the show. Back in the dress I wore to the mall and then headed to her car. The damn harness re-fastened around me before we left the store.

I was left in the living room still in the damn harness, my arms entangled in the straps. I heard her in our bedroom wondering what she was doing there. Since my male clothes were gone, I couldn’t think of anything more she could be doing. About thirty minutes later she reappeared and led me back there. I stopped at the door, seeing a crib now on the wall next to our bed. I had seen the crib before, her sister had used it for her last child, even though it was larger than a normal crib. I think the crib had been stored at her parent’s house, now her parent’s probably knowing about the sissy contest. It just seems to get worse with every passing moment.

I immediately started begging to end this scenario, not wanting to even think of being put in the crib for a nap. My guardian angels were on a break, as she led me over to the crib. She let down one side, had me sit on the edge of the crib mattress, then undid my harness. I started to get up, but a sensuous kiss stopped me in my tracks. The mittens from earlier were slipped on my hands, I was leaned back as she diapered me then fastened a strap over my chest to keep me from falling out of the crib. The crib was a little small for my body, so I ended up with my legs to the side of me and crunched up some, like I was being cuddled. A baby bottle of milk appeared from nowhere and she rubbed my throat to get me to start sucking it into my mouth. The last I remember of anything was when the bottle seemed empty and had fallen to the side of my face. She had turned on a mobile above my head and that along with the bottle of milk had put me to sleep.

When I awoke I realized I had wet my diaper, the wetness cold and thoroughly spread through out the diaper. I tried to call out to Libby, not wanting to be stuck in the wet diaper any longer. The first words out of my mouth were far from understandable, sounding like utterances from a baby. The pitch of my voice was higher, also weaker. I tried to swallow to get my normal voice back, but if anything it got higher and more garbled.

Libby did come and change my diaper, but left me pinned to the mattress of the crib. I now smelled like baby powder, and thankfully I was dry for awhile. As she left I received a kiss on the nose, even though I was waving my arms around trying to get her to release me. Apparently it was not to be. She did return a few minutes later with another baby bottle in her hands. I tried to refuse the bottle, but she had other ideas. It was held to my lips, then when I failed to open my mouth she pinched my nose causing me to open my mouth wide. The bottle was inserted, then a few strokes of her hand on my throat caused me to start sucking the milk into my mouth. I feared the contents of the bottle were causing my voice problems, and my failure to be able to control my bladder. Too late now to avoid the milk, much of the bottle now empty. Several minutes later I was sound asleep, dreaming of all things sissyish, wearing one of my new dresses. My teddy bear under my arms clutched tightly to my body.

When I awoke, I was released from the crib, then led to the living room. Right in the center of the room was a play pen. I put on the brakes, fearing that is where I will be put in shortly. Sure enough that is what happened, then the top of the playpen was swung into place. Secured in place I was now trapped. With the mittens on I couldn’t do anything to escape. I did get a teddy bear to play with, boredom eventually making me pick it up and started playing with it. I even talked to it, my voice now high and child like.

The following days were a repeat, crib at night, then a playpen during the day. A different dress everyday, and of course diapers all the time. By now I had lost any control of my bladder not even realizing I had wet the diaper until the liquid had spread through the diaper and was turning cold.

It was two days later when Libby received a phone call asking her to bring me to the sissy store.

Dressed in one of my new dresses, with Mary Jane shoes on my feet, my makeup refreshed and the damn harness secured to my body I was led to her car. In the back seat I noticed a child’s seat, something new. Sure enough, I was helped into it and fastened in. I just stared out the window, all of this just too much for my small mind to deal with. At the mall I was helped out of the seat, then led to the sissy store. There was quite a crowd gathered, but one of their managers saw us coming and we were led through the crowd right into the store. I noticed a bunch of fellow sissies on a stage set up at the back of the store. I joined them, the harness removed, and a badge stating my name and sissy age was hung around my neck. I was to be called Felice, five years old and not potty trained yet. When I read that I turned instantly red, My supposed need for a diaper made known to everyone. Of course, right on cue I felt a release and figured out I had just peed in my diaper. No control whatsoever, the warm moist liquid spreading through the diaper the first I knew of what I had just done.

I was one of the finalists, when it was announced I let out a huge sigh, the life of a sissy going to be with me forever.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Babykins; My Contribution To The Family

Babykins; My Contribution To The Family

We were a typical family among some that were not. Dad started off as a carpenter, working on building new houses. Then he specialized in bathrooms and kitchens as his experience grew. Now that he is up in his forties, he started playing around with furniture. Of course, he was in hog heaven, new specialized tools were needed to build furniture, his shop out behind our home getting a total revamp. Then his oldest daughter got married, and soon they were expecting. He built all of the baby furniture, a crib, changing table, high chair, play pens, you name it the baby had one of them.

Our parents were kind of the only normal ones among their friends, most of the major lifestyle choices more than prevalent among their group of friends. One half of one of these couples requested a crib to be built, after seeing the one that Dad had built for his soon to be grandchild. This one was to be a little different, sized to handle an adult baby. They seemed genuine in their request, after Dad found the size needed, it was no problem for him to crank one out in the new size. Well, after the friend saw the crib, took some pictures and sent them to their friends, Dad suddenly had orders for fifteen of them in varying sizes. The workmanship was outstanding on all of them, just the way Dad did things. Built from solid oak, mitered and jointed for strength, and varnished to preserve the finish of the completed product, they would last almost forever keeping their little charges confined, or is that large charges.

Within a couple of weeks more orders come in, once the customers found out he made other baby furniture too. Soon he had a backlog of orders for adult baby furniture. His prices were fair, but he always made sure he made money on the materials and labor. It wasn’t very long before one of his buddies was employed to help Dad, for ever piece completed there were two to three orders placed for more and varied furniture.

Another month passed, and then our parents called for a family meeting, my two sisters, myself and our parents were in attendance. They wanted to capitalize on this unexpected type of business. Dad, of course, to continue making the furniture. Jennifer the older sister was going to look into buying related items that could be sold to some of the same customers we had for the furniture. Betty the younger of my sisters was going to publish a catalog both online and a printed version for those that desired it. Mom was already sewing some baby things, the first few items she made sold out quickly. It seemed there was a large demand for anything adult baby related, especially as we treated them just like a regular customer, no matter that the items they bought were not main stream in any way.

Once everything was laid out, it was now time for Mom to fill me in on what my part would be. I noticed everybody got up and left the room except Mom. I swallowed hard, maybe I am in trouble here. She asked me to come and sit on the couch next to her. As I did so I saw the letters from my high school laid out carefully on the coffee table. She turned to face me, waiting for me to say the first words. The lump that was wedged in my throat was not moving at all so nothing came out of my mouth. She waited, patience has always been one of her strong points. She leaned back against the sofa, smiled a little then pointed to the letters again.

“If you remember we have had a discussion about your studies almost every week. I asked how you are doing, wanting to know if there was anything I could do to help. Since I received the first letter there has been fifteen discussions up to now. Your answer always the same, I am doing fine in all my classes with no difficulty. I have let it proceed along, waiting to see if you were going to ride it out, or eventually beg for some help. Then I started getting letters about absences from school, supposedly authorized by me. Your skill at forging my signature is quite legendary, but unfortunately for you a career as one is not going to be a viable option.”

“Then came the final letter, telling us that you flunked your final exams and will not be graduating this year. Now your father and I have had hopes for you, but you seem to be of another mind. Since you are not eighteen yet, we have decided to make some changes in your life. We have given up hope of your graduating and maybe college. That was a dream apparently only shared by your Father and I. Since you live under our roof, it will be necessary for you to do something to help the family in our new found business. With you poor grades and lack of a diploma it will have to be something we feel that you are capable of, nothing too complicated or difficult.”

“Of course, unless you want to fend for yourself, you will be subject to our rules and desires. For lying to us many times and willfully forging my signature you are grounded for life. Before you protest, you are damn lucky I settled for something that easy. Dad had in mind paddling your ass until you could never sit down again, and that was only for a starter. If you misbehave I can always let Dad have a turn at your discipline.”

“I suggest that you go to your room, and think of all the chances you have had to make things better and willfully chose to ignore every one of them. You will not be getting dinner tonight, so plan accordingly. You and I have an appointment in the morning, as we get you ready for your job to help the family. I suggest you convince yourself to accept our choices, I guarantee you will not like the results if you protest or complain. Just think two disappointed parents, now having to deal with a child that has no education and no desire to succeed at anything.”

“I do not want you out of your room for anything and I do not want to hear a word from that mouth of yours. Be ready at eight in the morning, hair combed and teeth brushed. Now go.”

I quickly made it to my room, shaking a little as I made my way there. Mom has always been the disciplinarian in the family, her no-nonsense approach and her fairness made her feared if you ever crossed her. I think I have crossed over the fence too many times. As she was telling me of my new life her voice never raised once, her cold calculating manner making itself known. I think all of her kids were scared of her, I know my sisters always yielded to her wishes with never a word spoken in protest. Once or twice my sisters had offered me some advice, it was always do what Mom says. I was aware of how Mom is, but decided to try and slip one past her. I absolutely hated school, the teachers were boring and I could see no benefit to graduate just to work some job in retail. I doubted my life would be anything else but some menial job at minimum wage.

It was a boring night, I had my stereo on but turned way down not wanting to make things worse. I did think about the things I did, maybe not the smartest things that I had ever attempted. Then forging her signature on the letters excusing my absence seemed so easy. I just never thought that I might get caught at it. Then there were my studies, it just seemed such a waste of time. I will never use this shit in real life, when is the last time Dad used calculus in his work. Mom never writes a composition, too busy taking care of her family. About one AM I drifted off to sleep, only to be rudely awakened by my alarm clock just before seven in the morning. I laid there for a few minutes then remembered what Mom and I will be doing today and instantly got out of bed. I was ready fifteen minutes later, sitting on the bed waiting for Mom to either call me or come to get me.

Mom came sweeping into the room, some things under her arm. She blindfolded me with a scarf, laid me back on the bed and told me to stay perfectly still. Her tone was definitely do not mess with me this morning, when I reached up with my arm it was slapped hard and laid by my side. My pants were lowered after the belt buckle was undone, they were now residing around my knees. My shirt was unbuttoned and I was encouraged to sit up. The shirt instantly removed from my body as soon as she could get it up my arms. I have never seen her like this, my arms got slapped three more times impressing on me to stay still. My boxers were slid down with my pants, then my shoes removed and my pants and boxers were soon to follow.

Now naked she had me raise my butt and something was slid under it. She gathered the material and pinned it at my sides. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out what she was doing, suddenly my mind figured it out. She just put me in a diaper. Something was slid over my hands and buckled at my wrists. As I tried to move my fingers they were now trapped in the item she had put on my hands. I heard the door open and my sister come in the room. Her only words were how cute. My blindfold was slipped off, I took one look at my body and groaned.

I am sure I was beet red, in a diaper and naked just like a baby. I was led out of the house and then to Mom’s car. The back door was open and I saw the car seat waiting for me, most likely. Something new that Dad put together, larger than most car seats, but designed the same way. I tried to apply the brakes but one push and I was right next to it. Sis helped me up and slipped me into the seat. She made sure I was secure, every strap tightened leaving me helpless. Now that I was secured, I looked at my hands and saw mittens. My hands were now useless, maybe I could pick something up with both hands, but nothing else was possible. A pacifier was slipped into my mouth and the strap fastened behind my head. I tried real hard to ignore it but before she backed out of the drive I was sucking on it. I was terrified of what is happening, but even more of what was going to happen to me. The pacifier was something to take my mind off of what is going to happen.

I tried to figure out where they could be taking me, but nothing made sense. When they pulled up in front of the beauty salon Mom uses, I knew this was going to be bad. I hadn’t got around to what they would do to me, I was more concerned about being seen in a diaper with a pacifier in my mouth. Sis helped me out of the car seat, set me on the ground and then took my hand as she led me inside the salon. No shoes just some thick socks over my feet. The receptionist made a big fuss over me, every comment she made brought more embarrassment to me. I so wanted to run away, but where and how. Finally I was taken back to a room at the back of the salon, where Mom informed the technician what was to be done to me. I just stared at Mom, she can’t do this to me, I am her son, it isn’t right.

My thoughts were apparently wrong, the technician presented some forms and Mom signed them after showing the tech a legal document giving her full legal authority over me. I glanced at it, it was signed by a judge and notarized, leaving me not much say anymore. I lived at home was not eighteen and subject to what my parents decided for me. Now they had somehow got even more control over me, through a court, I guess my actions have now come back to haunt me. I tried stomping my feet, just like a child trying to get attention and his way. I found myself being jerked by my arm over a chair and my diaper lowered. To my utter humiliation I was spanked hard until the tears came streaming down my face. Jerked back up to my feet, Mom’s face right in front of me. “Now be quiet, or we can continue that line of therapy until we wear your butt out.”

That did it for me, mouth closed tight and standing there as quietly as possible. My butt hurt real bad, it seemed like it was on fire. I did move my legs once or twice trying to find a spot a little more comfortable. It turned out that was not possible. A sniff or two escaped, I was trying so hard to keep quiet. I received another stare from Mom, but that was it. Her and the salon technician talked for quite a while and after things were settled, I was laid on the table, the diaper around my ankles was removed and a couple of straps applied to my body to keep me from going anywhere.

I was embarrassed, naked and being seen by Mom, Sis and the lady tech. I was pathetically flat, not even a twitch coming from my male organ. I was at the age that it worked, I have used it exclusively for several months, once I found out what was possible. Let’s just say that my hand and my male apparatus were on a first name basis. Let’s face it, now we are both scared shitless at what is happening.

Warm wax is spread over my body, a small area at a time. A cloth is pushed into the wax and then jerked off, the wax and my body hair coming with it. There was no areas missed, I was now baby smooth all over. I was always small for my age, small enough to fit in a slightly altered child seat in the car. Now with what little body hair I had gone, my closer resemblance to a baby is a real concern.

My hair is washed and conditioned, then cut into a girly style. When curlers are added, the presumption that I will be a female baby is confirmed. Mom is sure making her point, everything done to me stating loud and clear how much I have screwed things up for myself. Then makeup is added to my face, blush on my cheeks and a pink lipstick on my lips. Then we have to discuss what they did to my eyes. Long lash extensions were glued to my existing lashes, then coated with mascara. The tech doing it telling me I didn’t need to worry about reapplying it myself, all the makeup they used is semi-permanent, good for at least six months. I closed my eyes, a tear or two escaping from my orbs.

At that point I knew my fate, no matter what I did I would become an adult female baby, for the foreseeable future, apparently the only task they feel I am qualified for. Now all those classes in high school didn’t seem so worthless. Way too late to change things now, maybe I can get some time off for good behavior if I am a good baby.

My mittens were taken off, my hands secured to a table in front of me. One tech for each hand, my nails are extended and polished the same shade pink as my lipstick. Soon my toenails are done to match, a look at all of this and I again close my eyes, hoping that when I reopen them all of this will be just a dream. Of course, there is no such luck a cute adult female baby, although a quite a bit larger than a normal baby is the only image in my reflection. Okay a lot larger than a regular baby, but cute though so I am told. Mom shows back up, packages in each of her arms, I am sure more humiliation for her new baby daughter.

A new diaper is put on me, by now I really needed to pee, but I had already figured out that I would have to use my diaper. A pair of plastic panties is slid over them, then a girly dress is added to finish the look. She checked over what they had done, then asked if they could handle one more treatment. She conferred with the tech doing most of the work, a smile coming to the techs face. She left the room and came back with two forms that she applied to my lower legs. The straps holding them on, fit securely holding my feet en pointe. I wondered what this had to do about being a baby, but couldn’t figure out any connection. Two shots one in each leg and I was ready to go. The forms would stay on, to be taken off later after the shot had done its job.

Sis wheeled in a stroller, another product of dad’s imagination and skill. I was helped into it and we were off. I was wheeled out to the car, then Sis again helped me into the car seat. Our apparent destination is home, I was glad all of the crap was over for at least another day. Back into the stroller and wheeled into the house. My bedroom was upstairs and I wondered how that was going to work now with the braces on my legs. While I was at the salon, everybody else was quite busy, now I am pushed to the guest bedroom, my apparent new home. As we entered I was shocked, the whole bedroom had been converted to a nursery, for the new baby, me. My head swiveled around trying to see what all had been done to the room. The whole room was full of baby furniture, a crib, a changing table, a play pen the most notable pieces.

There were mobiles hanging from the ceiling, bookcases filled with toys and dolls, and an open front dresser loaded with diapers and plastic panties. Sis helped me up from the stroller and into the crib, then attached a strap to secure me in the laid down position. I tried to whisper to her that I needed to use the rest room, but a smile and her pushing on my belly only caused me to pee in the diaper. Some help there Sis.

Mom asked me if I enjoyed my day, I was sure it was a rhetorical question, she wasn’t expecting an answer. She had something in her hand, and then asked me to open my mouth. I reluctantly did so and she grabbed my tongue with a pair of tongs and snapped something around it. It expanded behind my teeth as she twisted it, locking my tongue securely in its grip and I was no longer able to remove it from my mouth. I tried to say something but no intelligent words were possible. Only guttural sounds escaped my lips. Mom smiled and told me that all my nourishment was to be delivered by a bottle, eating solid foods is now impossible only liquids from now on. Your bed time is seven each evening, tomorrow we start filming our baby enjoying her new home and furniture. By tomorrow night you will be a star on the internet and helping the family to financial independence.

“Maybe your recent actions were not the wisest choice, but it will work out in the end. Let’s face it, being a baby is the only job you can perform any more. You are well qualified, wearing diapers from now on, cute as can be, and dressed appropriately for your new job. Maybe school was not the right choice for you, now you can cry and babble all you want, being a baby is so easy, your destiny now assured.”

I so wanted to talk to her to express my sorrow for my stupid actions and plead for mercy, but the only sounds out of my mouth were a baby babbling about nothing. Then when I least expected it a baby bottle was shoved into my mouth, my source of nourishment for the future. Just like the pacifier I started sucking, the warm milk trickling down my throat filling my stomach.

When the bottle was emptied, I was helped onto Mom’s lap and she held me tenderly, patting my back until I burped. I could get used to the holding and hugging real quick. The warm milk made me sleepy, so I was helped back into the crib and strapped in. A mobile above the crib was turned on, the cute little teddy bears dancing above my head, keeping my eyes busy until I closed them and drifted off into slumber land. I do remember sucking on the pacifier after finishing the bottle, something about the action making me content and relaxed.

Waking up to a wet cold diaper is far from enjoyable, but seems to be my future. I tried to get somebody’s attention, but the few noises escaping my mouth were far from attention getting. I laid there watching the mobile spin above me, lost in thought. I now deeply regretted my past actions, way too late to change anything, my parents now convinced this is all I am capable of. Maybe they are right, even now my mind only focused on my teddy bears spinning above me and when my next bottle might appear. Oh and my cold wet diaper, that has to come first.

When I pooped in my diaper and the smell wafted towards my nose, I began to get frantic. Someone needs to help me, I might drown in my own urine and poop. I heard some footsteps, the door opening and Sis wrinkling her nose at my smell. I was helped over to the changing table a strap over my stomach to keep me from falling off. I was cleaned, the wet cold baby wipes actually feeling good. There is nothing worse than warm poop to deal with, believe me. A new diaper, then some plastic panties to keep me from leaking. I was moved to the playpen, laid in the middle of it and several dolls were added to keep me occupied. I had no intention of playing with them, a bit of rebellion coming to the forefront. That was quickly dispelled as Sis placed one in my hands and made to hug it. It felt good, so I held it tight looking it right in the eyes. As if the doll could respond I tried to talk to it, the gibberish coming out of my mouth probably only understood by my dolly friend.

I came to the realization a few moments later that I was being videotaped. I looked across the room to see Sis with her camera taking in my conversation with Dolly. I blushed red, what they had told me was going to happen is already underway. I wonder what my friends will say when they see the video on the internet. Maybe if I am confined to my nursery I will never have to hear the remarks. I went back to playing with my doll, something to keep me from thinking about my situation. A couple of minutes later I realized I was having fun, a simple endeavor that made me feel good.

A new bottle was brought to me and I eagerly consumed its contents. Then after being strapped into my crib I was off to dreamland again. I don’t remember the specific dreams, but had a warm cared for feeling when I woke up. Also another wet cold diaper. I started crying, the only way I had to communicate my distress. Mom came this time, cleaning me up and changing my diaper. She used an extra thick diaper this time, telling me that would keep me dryer, so I would not have to be changed as much. She also took off the forms on my lower legs and helped me to stand on the mattress. I soon found out what the forms did. I could no longer stand on my feet, the pain in my calves putting me on my butt quickly. A few new tears appeared, I was so stupid in my actions, now I am paying for it in spades.

Mom did hold me again on her lap, patting my back until I burped. On the way to my playpen she stopped at a mirror, to show me what I looked like now. I blinked my eyes not believing the image I saw. With the makeup and hair style there was no doubt of my gender. As I was placed down in the playpen, she kissed my cheek, you are so good Babykins. Apparently that is my new name. Robert is no longer, replaced by a cute female baby, that baby is now me, Babykins.

The mobile was turned on and as I watched the teddy bears spinning overhead I slipped off into dreamland again. I had heard mother in the past tell her oldest daughter that is all babies do, drink their bottle, wet and poop their diapers and sleep. I seemed to be doing good at all three, just like a baby.

The next few weeks were very intense as I was constantly in the lens of the camera, everything I did recorded for internet posting. The furniture was there, but now also the clothes Mom was making and the things that Sis was buying for resale. I had pacifiers, hair barrettes, mittens, baby booties, and just about anything else that was related to an infant on me at one time or another. It wouldn’t have been as bad if this was limited to the daytime hours, but the ones I modeled were mine to be used in my care and dressing. So as I was made ready for bed, a couple of barrettes were placed in my hair, a pair of baby booties on my feet and a pacifier in my mouth was the standard for my sleep time.

It was several weeks later when Mom came into the nursery to have a talk with me. She wanted to know if I was enjoying the life of a baby, or if I missed all the things I used to do. I listened to her and took a few minutes to think of my answer. In the mean time she had removed my mouthpiece, which she did once a week, to let me answer her without any hindrance. I guess I did miss my male life some, although looking back, it seemed fake and restricting. As a baby I had no worries, other than somebody to get my bottle and change my diaper. Usually a few wails and someone would be at my side to tend to me. I didn’t really miss solid food, my formula was quite tasty and kept me feeling full and content. Also was responsible for making all my poop runny and smelly.

My first words were garbled, since I seldom used my voice other than crying to get the needed attention. I looked up at Mom then put my hands up to get her to pick me up. She did smiling as she set me on her hip. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, then she returned the kiss on the end of my nose. I giggled a little, then laid my head on her shoulder.

“I am really sorry for what I have done in the past, if I am helping the family being your baby I am fine with the life. I liked to be handled, cuddled and loved. A good feeling spreading through me when I am. It is nice to not worry about things, knowing someone will take care of me. I am not sure about later in life, it is not fair for you to have to take care of me, but I do love you and want to be your cute baby forever.” I reached for the mouthpiece with my mittened hands wanting it put back in, then cuddled in her arms with my head on her shoulder.

I apparently fell asleep, the next thing I remember is waking in my crib, my teddy bears swirling above me. My diaper was wet again, I don’t remember going to the bathroom this much before my introduction to babyhood. I heard the door open and looked to see who was going to change my diaper this time.

If the mouthpiece would have allowed it I am sure my mouth would be wide open, Jennifer my former girlfriend was standing there trying hard to contain her giggles. She walked over to get a closer look, then reached down into the crib and straightened one of my pigtails. I got tickled, causing me to babble that much more. She reached her finger inside the edge of my diaper checking to see how wet I was.

“Oh, I can see baby is wet, don’t worry I will get you changed and then we can play together.” I gave her a funny look wondering about what she was talking about. Play together, this does not sound like the Jennifer I know.

I should say ex-girlfriend. I dated her a few times then we decided to make it boyfriend and girlfriend. That worked for a couple of weeks until I was caught dating another female. Nothing was said at the time she caught me, but it was only a few days later when she informed me it was over. What was worse when she caught me I was kissing my date with a lot of tongue, anybody could see it was not just a casual date. Actually it was my second date with the girl, and we had progressed farther than kissing. No outright sex, but a thorough exploration of each other’s bodies had already been carried out on the first date.

Jennifer took a lot of pleasure in changing my diaper, made a lot of comments about how cute I was and found the frilliest dress to slip onto me after she had the diaper and plastic panties in place. She got me up on her lap, then stuck the nipple of a baby bottle in my mouth. It wasn’t my regular formula but some type of juice. She waited patiently while I finished the bottle, then burped me. Then I was sat down on the floor and handed one of my dolls to play with. I felt a brush going through my hair, then her taking it and braiding it into two distinct braids pigtail style. Of course, ribbons on the ends of the braids, then followed by some lipstick on my lips. Another pacifier was put in my mouth and she cuddled me to her chest. I was held tenderly for quite some time, her leaning over every once in a while to kiss my cheek or forehead. Finally I was placed back in my crib strapped in and she left the room. I could hear her talking to Mom, but not what was said. As usual I drifted off, visions of teddy bears dancing above me.

A kiss on the nose awoke me, Jennifer’s face just inches from it. I had wet my diaper as usual, so she changed me, taking extra time to clean me and powder me. Another bottle, then the pacifier was inserted. I was getting sleepy, there must be something in the milk, one bottle and I am out like a light. I thought I heard her tell me that I was going to school with her, so that I could be part of their home economics classes in taking care of a baby. Surely Mom would not do that to me, exposed to all of my old friends as a baby.

It was a week later when Jennifer appeared early, changing my diaper and slipping one of my frilliest dresses on me. Mittens on my hands, booties on my feet and I was placed in one of Dad’s strollers. Oh gawd she is going to take me to school. I tried to get out of the stroller, but she already had me strapped in. With the mittens on my hands there was no way for me to undo the strap, so I reverted to baby talk. I cried, babbled and sobbed trying to get her attention. This can’t be happening to me. I repeated that over and over till we entered the gates of the school. I was a mess, wet from all the crying and of course wet from using my diaper. I no longer had to think about peeing in my diaper, it just happened, not a good sign for the future if I ever get to return to my male existence. Of course a baby, even a larger than normal one drew a lot of attention. The girls in particular were leaning over the stroller making faces at me and touching my nose. I even got a few kisses on the cheek.

One guy who was with his girlfriend looked at me and made a nasty remark. His girlfriend slapped him so hard, I think I thought I felt the impact. Then apparently kicked him in the shins in an equally vicious manner. I heard her say if he opened his mouth one more time she will tell the whole school his secret. I never saw him again that day.

I was taken to the home economics class, where I was introduced to all the girls in the first period. The rest of the day was a blur. I was changed, bathed, fed, burped, and played with all day long, each new class of girls getting to do all of the above. I missed my naps, so by late afternoon I was grouchy and whiney. Did I mention that Dad had brought a complete set of baby furniture to the school for the girls to use? At lunch though I panicked, I was put into my stroller, then paraded around the school, all of my former classmates being able to see what I had become.

There was some laughing, but I think a lot of the males came to the realization if they goofed off like I did, this also could be their fate. A very sobering fact for most of them. I was laughed at but no comments were made to me directly. The home economics teacher, Ms. Pepperdine thanked me for coming today, and informed me I would be here every other Wednesday to help the girls learn to take care of babies. Since I could not say anything, I just babbled some more, not exactly what I wanted to hear, but nothing I could do to change things. I so wish I could start over, the things I did getting me in this position, with absolutely no future except more of the same. Then I realized I was actually starting life over, this time as a baby.

I was never so glad to see our house when Jennifer pushed me up to the front porch. If I can just talk to Mom about being used as a baby at the school, surely she will have a little sympathy for me. So who comes out our front door to greet me, dear old Mom. She smiled asking me if I enjoyed my day at school. “Just think seeing all your old friends and them getting to play with you, surely you couldn’t want anything better than that.”

Nope Mom is not going to save me from future embarrassment. I imagine if I ever get out of the baby phase I will have learned my lesson, Mom was going to make sure of that.

Now though I had been wondering if the baby thing would ever end. It has been four months, and I am more committed to the lifestyle than before. For one thing I have no control of my peeing and pooping that was lost a couple of months ago. I can’t walk, if allowed out of my crib or play pen, my only mode of moving is too crawl. I seldom use my voice now, the contraption in my mouth allowing only babbling, the few times it is removed when I am checked on, forming a word to speak is almost impossible. I am content, most of my needs are handled and I do love my dollies and teddy bears often spending time talking to them in my baby language. I still hate baby food from a jar, but every few days my dislikes are ignored and I am forced to eat at least three jars of the crap.

On a Monday I noticed all of my family hustling around the house, getting dressed and preparing for something special. Then Mom and Jennifer descended on me and I was bathed, diapered, and dressed in a very colorful baby dress. Booties were placed on my feet and my mittens were slipped on my hands. Some lipstick and I was carried out to the car and put in my car seat, Dad doing the honors. He drove us to an area behind the mall and I was beginning to get worried, this I think is the area where the salon that I had been taken too initially was located. We did drive past the salon, I had been biting down on my pacifier until we went past the place.

He pulled into a parking lot, came around and removed me from the car seat and put me in the stroller which they had brought along. Pushed into a building, the sign behind the counter said it was Becky’s daycare. I almost bit through the pacifier, they are going to leave me in a daycare as they do whatever there have to do. This just can’t be happening. Mom talked to the lady at the counter giving her my bag of diapers, formula and a change of clothes. Another lady was already taking hold of the stroller and preparing to take me to the back. I hand my arms up wiggling them back and forth wanting to be picked up desperately by Mom and not left here. Mom leaned down, kissed me on the nose and told me to be a good baby. Then turned and left. I immediately started to cry, they left me with strangers, and have abandoned me. I wailed and wailed, finally one of the ladies found one of my bottles in my bag and shoved it in my mouth. I was still not happy, but a bottle to comfort me a little was better than nothing.

I was removed from my stroller and placed in a crib, the waist strap tightened to make sure I wouldn’t be going anywhere and a mobile turned on above my head. It wasn’t my teddy bears but I was soon asleep none the less.

A little while later a couple of teenagers came to check on me, found a soaked diaper and proceeded to change me. They talked about me, wondering how I ended up as a baby, changed my dress, brushed my hair, and then fed me another bottle. I got kissed and one of them leaned over, picked up my dress and blew on my stomach causing me to screech and babble away. I got kissed on the cheek and they left, the bottle of warm milk doing its usual and I was soon fast asleep.

I was so happy to see Dad come and get me to take me home. He carried me in his arms while I hung on to him with all of my strength. I was so happy when the car door closed and I could look out the window and see the daycare facility fade away. Even happier when he pulled into our drive. I never found out why I was left at the daycare facility, but every trip in the car caused tremors of fear until something other than the daycare came into focus.

I spent all of my time as a babbling baby, always diapers, baby bottles and confined to a crib or play pen. Jennifer turned out to be a regular fixture around the house, changing my diapers, feeding me my bottle and playing with me. I could never figure out her fascination with me, but I did appreciate her company. Life as a baby can be lonely, the teddy bears and dolls I played with were alright but lacked something personality wise.

I was already an internet sensation, having a presence in all of the social media sites. Of course other than my pictures and videos I had no part in the conversations or comments left for me. Sis handling all of that for her baby sister.

One day a few weeks later there was general turmoil in the house, things were moved and new things added here and there. Jennifer took me for a stroll around the neighborhood in my stroller, then to the park for a while. It was several hours later when we returned, my main concern was my flooded diaper. Behind Dad’s shop was a separate apartment, probably a servants quarters when the house was first built. That is where Jennifer headed when we entered the yard. It looked quite a bit different than the last time I remembered seeing it. As a child I played in the apartment, somewhere to play on a rainy day. Mom was standing there as she opened the front door so Jennifer could push the stroller inside. I was taken out of the stroller and carried into my new nursery, even Jennifer could carry me now since I had lost so much weight. It was still hard for her, but if she got me positioned right on her hip she could manage.

I looked around, my eyes wide with amazement. Just like my old nursery but even more feminine in appearance. No door to open and close just a mesh netting that could be closed trapping me in the room. With mittens on and unable to stand on my feet I would be limited to this room until taken out. New baby furniture all with a pinkish finish to the wood, fitting in with the new décor. There was a rocker over in the corner that Jennifer eased her body into, then called me over. I crawled over and was then helped up onto her lap.

She fussed with her top, then laid a portion of it down unveiling her breast. I looked up at her, swallowed then leaned over and put my lips around her nipple. Her nipples were swollen, a few sucks from my mouth and I was rewarded with warm milk. I eagerly attached myself to that nipple, determined to get every drop of milk from her. A little while later I was switched to the other nipple, more milk for my eager mouth. I fell asleep on her lap, a nipple still in my mouth. I felt myself being picked up, but not wanting to let go of my warm wet nipple. Jennifer eased a finger into my mouth and broke the connection and I was helped off and placed in a crib. I was so full I was instantly back asleep content for a while.

I never did end up talking again, Jennifer is my Mother now, seeing to my care and loving. I have baby sitters if needed, and of course all the latest baby furniture and clothing. I sometimes get to lay in bed with Jennifer, where she plays with me late into the night. One day I was told I might have a baby sister or brother someday, not really understanding what she was telling me. It would be nice if I had someone to play with other than Mommy.

I am happy, being a baby is probably the only thing I could do, and I am told I do it so well. I do make a contribution to the family, Jennifer has mentioned often that my share of the family profits will keep me in diapers forever. Just as long as I have the love of my Mommy, a baby’s life is what I want.

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