Debra Gets Her Own Sissy

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“Maggie, will you be so nice and stay with our little girl while we check out her apartment,” asked Debra to the other woman who had been silent up to this point.

“I guess so,” replied Maggie, he voice softer than Stacy.

“She won’t give you any trouble,” said Debra as she swung the top of the plan pen over and locked it into place.  “Here’s the key if you need to take her out.”

Debra stopped before going up the steps and hurried back to the playpen.  “I almost forgot,” she said, pushing a pacifier into Toni’s mouth.  “Our little baby girl should never be without something filling her mouth.”

This made Stacy laugh.

Without even thinking, Toni started suc-king on the pacifier as soon as it was in his mouth.  The rubber tit filling his mouth actually lowered his anxiety as he watched them leave, his world reduced to looking through the wooden bar prison of his playpen. 

“Aren’t you the pathetic little man,” said Maggie, after the others left, standing over the playpen, looking down at the diapered Toni.

Toni looked down at his puffy plastic pants, filled with the soft diaper prison.  More than anything he wanted to have never ordered the dress from Ebay, to be like the rest of the world, and to not have been driven by wanting to dress up as a little sissy.  Maybe if he wasn’t so little and lonely.  Now Debra and Stacy were invading his apartment.  They would see all the things he hid from the world.

He also worried about when this game would end.  Was Debra panning to keep him imprison in this nursery? 

“Look at the money Debra spent making your nursery,” said Maggie, looking around the room.  “I don’t think you’ll be wearing anything but diapers for a long time. “

Toni suc-ked harder on his pacifier, still too ashamed to look up at Maggie, tears rolling down his cheeks.

The sad thing was Toni could disappear and no one would miss him. 

“Are you crying,” said Maggie, now kneeling to look through the bars.  She didn’t wait for an answer as she reached in and lifted Toni’s face.  “Debra was right.  You have a precious face.  If there was a sissy beauty contest, you would win.”

For some reason, this made Toni smile.  Maggie had kind eyes.

“Do you like wearing diapers?” she asked as her other hand rubbed the front of his plastic pants.  “They do look so cute on you.”
Deep in his diaper prison, his little pen-is grew excited as she put more pressure in his rubbing.  “I bet you have never been with a woman.  Are you a virgin?”

Toni suc-ked hard on his pacifier as her rubbing.  He nodded.  Yes, he was a virgin.  In fact, Debra was the first woman to ever touch or see him down there as she changed his diaper. 

“You really were meant to be a sissy for Debra,” she continued, pushing Toni unto his back.  Involuntarily, he lifted his legs and curled his toes from the excitement firing from his hidden pen-is.   â€śYou are meant to be kept in diapers and dresses.”

This was better than anything Toni had experienced.  She was right.  This was where he was meant to be, the plastic mat and his pants crinkling loudly as this nice lady rubbed and talked to him.  Her voice took him to another place, where being little and cute was a good thing, not something to be made fun of by bullies and mean spirited girls. 

“I bet there are lots of men who would kill to be as pretty as you, to be petit enough to pass as a little girl.”

He cried out and lost his pacifier when he came into the soft waiting flannel of his diaper.  Waves of pleasure cursed though his body, making tears well up in his eyes.  He had never experienced anything like that before and he knew he’d do anything to experience it again. 

Maggie smiled knowingly and popped the pacifier back into Toni’s mouth.

[Anonymous]

Debra left Toni’s pathetic lonely apartment feeling sad.  Finding his hidden stash of girl stuff had been easy, including the stacks of magazines on domination.  She also found out something that would make keeping Toni in diapers and dresses a lot easier.  He worked from his place as a writer, so no one would miss him when he doesn’t show up at work.



As they hurried back across the street to her place, Debra carrying the dress Toni had ordered from Ebay, the dress that sealed his fate and Debra’s dream, she marveled how her friends took this secret in stride and in Stacy’s case, reveled in the thought of a man dressed in diapers, helpless to her whims.



Her worries about Maggie vanished when they returned to the nursery to find Toni out of the playpen, sound asleep with his little head in her lap.  The pacifier working as he breathed.



She smiled at Debra and Stacy, a motherly look on her face.  



“Us girls need to talk,” whispered Debra.



The stronger Stacy lifted the sleeping Toni, who stirred but continued sleeping, the pacifier moving in his mouth.   As Stacy carried him over to the pink wooden crib, Debra could see with excitement that Toni’s diaper was wet, squished against the yellow plastic pants.  Had this happen while he slept?  Debra could only hope.



Stacy placed the sleeping princess into the crib and Debra locked the top.  To be doubly sure that Toni stayed safely in his crib, Debra chained one of the ankle restraints.



“Should we gag her?” said Stacy, a wicked smile on her face.



Debra didn’t think so, but until they really broke Toni of his will, it might be a good idea.  



Toni had never been so relaxed after Maggie had made him come in his diaper and couldn’t keep his eyes open as she talked softly to him on the couch, running her fingers through his long dark hair.  



Now he jerked awake as Stacy rammed the rubber dil-do into his mouth.  He tried to protest but of course all the ladies heard was muffled whimpering with the dil-do filling his mouth.  



Debra handed Stacy a lock that she used to secure the gag, although with his thumbless mittens, Toni could not unbuckle the gag with the lock.  



“You go back to sleep, princess,” said Debra softly.  â€śMommy and your aunts are going upstairs to talk.”



The warm glow from his orgasm had faded and now shame again flooded Toni.  He pulled on the ankle chain, felt the drool running down his chin from the pen-is gag and looked at his mittened hands, realizing that he was helpless against these women.  He was their plaything, a little princess to dress and diaper.  



In despair, he didn’t see a way to get out of this.  They knew everything about him, down to his SS number.  Probably now they were upstairs draining his bank accounts.  



Debra and the ladies talked excitedly about their little baby in the nursery.  Now that they had held Toni against his will, there was no turning back.  They made plans on how to continue breaking Toni’s will by punishments, humiliation and dependence.  



Stacy of course wanted to be the mean aunt.  â€śI think out little one fantasizes about being under the thumb of a strong woman,” she said, leafing through a dominatrix bondage magazine in which men wearing ruffles and lace were bound and gagged before women in black leather.  â€śI wonder how much he’ll like the real thing.  We need to get on line and buy some more toys.”  She stopped at a page and turned the magazine so Debra and Maggie could see a woman in leather taking a huge strap-on to a man in a pink teddy, bent over a leather chair.  



The image of little Toni under Stacy dominance made Debra cringe.  



“We need to make Toni completely dependent on diapers,” said Maggie.  â€śHe never gets to use the bathroom again.”



“I think a nasty uncle would be a good thing,” said Stacy.  â€śTurning our princess into a coc-ksuc-ker will destroy any lingering thoughts of being anything but a sissy.  It will make her more anxious to please us with those lovely lips.”



Debra didn’t mention her other plans to destroy Toni’s will to escape.  She planned to keep his hair in tight curls and get permanent cosmetics such as eye and lip liner.  Pierced ears were a must.  This way Toni could never go back to be a man.



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[Anonymous]

Toni knew none of the plans in place for his sissification as he looked up through the crib bars at the ceiling, hearing only the sound of high-heeled shoes on the wood floor above him.  Several times he heard the ladies burst into laughter and only figured they were laughing at the little man in diapers, bound in the basement nursery.

He lost track of time with no windows or clocks in his new pink world in the basement.  Toni rolled onto his side and looked out at the changing table, the stacks of waiting diapers and plastic pants telling him his future. 

It seemed hours later and the noise above had gone.  He had grown hungry and his diaper was very wet.  Like a baby, he wanted to cry out for his mommy, but unlike a baby, he couldn’t because of the rubber pen-is lodged firmly in his mouth.  Sometime later, he heard the basement door open but no one came down to check on him.  Instead, the lights were switched off, leaving him in darkness except for pink glow from a ballerina nightlite.

Sleep came in fits for Toni, his dreams full of being exposed to the world in his diapers.  Every girl he had lusted in vain after visited his dreams to see the little sissy in his huge wet diapers.  The guys he feared in life, came after him with their engorged coc-ks, all wanting to replace the rubber one in his mouth. 

Debra didn’t sleep much either as she surfed the net, buying more things from Ebay and Fetware.  Twice she had to stop to masturbate as she looked at Toni on the nanny cam, helpless in the crib, the bulging plastic pants showing her control of the little sissy.

When she went down to him in the morning, she was overjoyed to see how much he needed his mommy.  He held out his arms like a baby to be lifted to the changing table.  He took the pacifier without complaint when she removed the gag.   He was so hungry he ate the baby food as fast as she could spoon it in.  Oh my, she thought, he looks so cute in the pink highchair. 

She only talked to him like he was a little baby, giving him no hints on his future or about her trip to his apartment.  Eventually, she’d let him write again, but not until he had completely accepted his new position in life. 

For the next week, Toni was kept in the basement, never knowing if it was night or day.  His world shrunk down to diaper changes, feedings and bottles.   Little things like his daily bath became big events.  Debra became everything to him and he found himself trying to please her.  Going into his diaper started to be effortless.  He forgot about the world outside until Stacy returned.

Toni was in the playpen, watching a cartoon, hugging a doll baby, when Stacy trounced down the steps with Debra.  She unlocked the playpen and carried him over to the changing table.

She smiled wickedly as she pulled down his pink plastic pants.  Toni looked to Debra for help.

“You silly baby,” Debra said. 

They removed his wet diaper and replaced it with a disposable one.  If felt so light after the heavy cloth diapers he’d been wearing all week. 

The plastic pants were not replaced. 

“Let’s see how you look in that cute blue sailor dress you ordered from me,” said Debra.

Toni cringed.  This was the dress that got him into his current situation. 

After a week of baby food and liquids from a bottle, Toni was down to 85 pounds and the dress seemed bigger.  The disposable diaper was actually a toddler size pamper which fit him perfectly.  When Debra slid a huge petticoat up under the dress, it stuck out so far, his arms were at an angle when he stood.  After they finished putting on ruffled socks and Mary Jane shoes, he looked like a little boy in girl’s clothes.  When they put his hair in pigtails and added a little makeup, he looked like nothing like a boy.

Stacy’s breathing had grown rapid and loud.  “I can’t wait any longer,” she cried. 

She lifted Toni up under his arms and carried him over to the couch.  Heavily, she sat and pushed Toni to kneel in between her spread legs. 

There were no panties under her leather skirt. 

Debra pulled out Toni’s pacifier and pushed his face to the waiting bush.  “Lick it like an ice cream,” she commanded.

Toni wasn’t ready for how wet it was down there nor did he know exactly where to lick.  Stacy roared for more as he worked his tongue furiously.  In no time she bucked like a horse and screamed.  She fell back onto the couch and pushed Toni away.

Debra replaced Stacy and soon she bucked and screamed as Toni made her come.  All the while Toni worked, Debra had watched everything from the mirrored wall.  Seeing this man dressed as a little girl in her sailor dress, the white plastic pampers peeking out, her feet in Mary Jane shoes, and her face buried under Debra’s skirt, sent waves of orgasms through Debra. 

Stacy pulled Toni up to his feet and wiped his face.  “We’d better hurry or we’ll be late,” she said to Debra.

Debra sighed.  “I’m not sure I can stand.”

Without explanation Stacy took Toni’s hand and walked him up out of the basement.  When she got to the front door, Toni balked.  He couldn’t go out side dressed like this.

Debra opened the door.  “Do you want Aunt Stacy to give you a paddling?”

Stacy jerked his arm and pulled him out side.

To Toni it felt like a giant spotlight was on him and his shame.  Cars drove by and two joggers looked over at him as Stacy walked him to a red mini van.  A breeze blew up his short sailor dress, making sure everyone saw his pampered bottom.  Debra was glad to hear that the plastic on the pampers was louder than plastic pants, but she missed seeing the bulge from the heavy cloth diapers.

Stacy opened the side door of the van and helped Toni into the back where an oversized baby seat waited for him

Except this was no normal seat.  Sticking up from the center was a large rubber butt plug, glued to the plastic mat. 

The pacifier fell from Toni’s mouth. 

There was no need to take of his pampers, the pair had a slit cut in the back.  “I’m getting tired of this,” warned Stacy as Toni pulled back from the van.

He’d never put anything up his butt before and this looked as if it was big enough to rip him apart. 

Stacy’s strong arms picked him up.  He cried for Debra as Stacy positioned him over the plug. 

Toni lost the battle as he was impaled on the plug, his dress and full petticoat pushed up around his head.  He cried out as it rammed home.

“That’s a good girl,” said Stacy, flattening down his petticoat so people could see his cute little princess face.  “This will keep baby’s mind occupied as we drive to the beauty shop.”

She buckled him into the seat, making it impossible for his to get off the plug.  After joining Debra in the front seat, they drove from the curb, Toni lost in his dress and petticoat, his bottom diapers in a real pamper, a butt plug lodged deep into his ass.  His little legs sticking out straight from the high baby seat, his Mary Jane shoes telling the world of his sissiness.

[Anonymous]

Debra couldn’t stop herself from looking back at Toni, sitting in the oversize baby seat, lost in her petticoats and dress, her plastic covered bottom fully exposed, her little feet in the air, and of course knowing the hidden butt plug was probably driving the little thing wild.

Little thing was such a good tag for Toni.  Debra couldn’t believe that the toddler size pampers fit her so perfectly.    They were vintage pampers Debra had found on-line with only one tape tab on each side and the old plastic cover that made so much noise.

Everything was more than she had hoped.  It was hard to believe that a few weeks ago having her own sissy was just a fantasy, something to dream about as she read the stories on the web and made her dresses to sell on eBay. Never had she meant to let anyone know about her secret fantasy, it just sounded so weird, dressing a grown man as a little baby girl complete with diapers and plastic pants.  Having Stacy and Maggie getting into the whole idea was so fun, it made her thing not weird anymore.

She looked back and smiled at Toni.  The poor thing was helpless to the changes happening to her.  In fact, Debra had stopped thinking of Toni as a he.  For the last week, nothing about her except the little pen-is suggested man.  Today would be another big step in her final sissification.

“Why don’t you climb back there,” said Stacy, smiling knowingly.  They were stuck in traffic. 

Debra climbed back and sat next to Toni, who had her eyes shut, obviously trying to block out the world she believed was looking in the van windows. 

After years of hiding her fetish, Toni wasn’t ready for people to be seeing her shame.  It didn’t matter that know one knew her in this city or even if they did, wouldn’t recognize the old Tony sitting in this van.

It was impossible to ignore the plug filling him.  It felt as if he had to take a big poop.  It also bothered him that it felt so good. 

He opened his eyes to see Debra come back to sit next to him.   

“What’s this for,” she called up to Stacy, holding what looked to be remote. 

“Turn it on and find out.”

The plug in Toni came to life and he cried out, dropping his pacifier.  The vibration of the plug drove him wild, the sensation as it tickled the inside of him almost unbearable.  He tried to climb off the plug, but the belts holding him in made that impossible.   Tears welled up his eyes as waves of pleasure swept through. 

Toni glanced outside and saw a truck driver looking down from his cab.  He looked big and hairy, more man than Toni would ever become.  The guy smiled when Debra replaced the pacifier. 

“I think our little Toni likes man also,” said Stacy. 

Toni looked down in shame, but couldn’t help looking back up at the man. 

Debra decided to help Toni c-um.  She reached under the piled petticoat and undid one side of the pampers.  She took his little hard pen-is between her finger and thumb – it was to small to hold in her hand like a real man’s. 

The vibration inside Toni was like nothing he had ever felt or knew existed.   Despite his shame in Stacy saying he liked men, Toni fantasized what it would be like to have a real coc-k inside him.  This plug felt wonderful, but it was cold.  He wanted something hot and alive inside him.  A thought yhat would shame Toni before, but know he didn’t care. 

Toni felt Debra undoing his pampers and moaned around his pacifier as she took his pen-is in her fingers. 

Debra thought the little sissy was going to pass-out when she started messaging the little pen-is.  It was so darn cute, nothing a woman would want to screw, but for a sissy, it was perfect size.  She rolled it between her thumb and middle finger, like you would do when making a cigarette. 

A final shudder shook Toni and his little feet, clad in Mary Jane shoes and ruffled socks, jerk straight out as he came over Debra’s fingers.  A high pitch sigh came from Toni, not unlike the sound a woman makes after orgasm. 

Toni couldn’t describe the feelings he experience with the combined finger job and anal massage.  Now, after the orgasm, the sensitivity inside him was so high, he pleaded for the vibrator to be switched off, not caring about the spanking he would get for speaking. 

Instead of switching it off, Debra brought up her sperm covered fingers to Toni’s face, letting him see the dripping white goo.  “suc-k on my fingers,” she cooed.

Submissively, Toni took her c-um covered finger into his mouth and suc-ked off the salty juices, cringing at how low he was traveling. 

After Toni cleaned off Debra’s fingers, Debra refastened the pampers and waved to the truck driver, who honked his horn.  Toni looked up and saw he had his window open and handing a note down to Stacy.

“Looks like you have a fan,” she said, handing a business card back to Debra.  “Maybe he can baby sit you when the girls go out for grown-up fun.  Give you a taste of what a real man can do to a sissy.”

[Anonymous]

They sat in the traffic for over an hour, creeping slowly to an unknown destination for Toni.  Being stuck like this made being in diapers a good thing and after more than a week of diapers, Toni wetted without even thinking much about it.  When he felt the slightest pressure, he simply wet.  It did feel different going in a disposable than the usual thick cloth diaper.  There was no clammy feeling afterward as the pampers absorbed the moisture.

Finally Stacy pulled off the main road to a residential area of older houses, many of them in slight neglect.  Toni grew anxious as she pulled up the gravel driveway of a two-story house. 

By this time, Toni really wanted off the plug.  Thankfully, Debra had switched off the vibrator earlier.  When Debra finished undoing his restraining belts, he held out his arms like a little baby to the waiting, smiling Stacy, like a baby wanting to be held.

“Does little Toni want off her baby seat,” said Stacy

He gave a little cry around his pacifier. 

Without any hesitation, Stacy lifted Toni off the seat, the plug pulling out of his clinched hole making a wet noise, not unlike a sloppy kiss. 

“We’d better change her to a new pamper without the hole in back,” said Debra. 

With the van door open to the world, Debra changed Toni, who could only feel her removing his soaked pampers – he could see nothing with the dress and petticoat bunched around his head.  He wanted her to put the new pampers on quickly, but instead she turned him over onto his stomach.

“Hold her skirts out of the way,” commanded Stacy.

Before he could wonder what they were doing, he heard a swish and then yelped at the surprise hard contact between the wooden paddle and his tender butt cheek. 

“You thought I forgot you spoke in the car,” said Stacy as she proceeded to deliver eight brutal blows to Toni.  By the time she finished he was wailing like a baby, not caring who saw or heard him.  The fire on his skin was all that mattered. 

“Get her pampers on quickly,” cried Stacy.  In the fog of pain, Toni lost his bowel control and soft poop was running out of him.  Luckily, Debra had the pampers under his front to protect the seat.  She quickly pulled it through Toni’s legs and securely taped it before the stream became a gusher.  Toni cried from the pain and the shame of his lost control.  He could do nothing to stop the flow. 

“What a little baby,” said Stacy.  “We can’t keep you out of diapers for a second without you making a mess.”
Toni hid in his petticoat as he continued to nosily fill his pampers. He wasn’t finished when Debra turned him over and helped his from the van.  She wiped his tear streaked cheeks and straightened his dress and petticoat.  “I guess we can change her in there,” said Debra, already nervous about exposing her fetish to the women at the Glamour Beauty Den.   Now she had to bring in her sissy with a dirty, smelly diaper.

“Don’t worry,” said Stacy.  “Joan and the girls reserved the afternoon just for our princess.  This just lets them know what a helpless little sissy Toni is.”

The Glamour Beauty Den was in a building that used to be a detached garage.  Toni held Debra’s hand as she led him up the driveway, his noisy diaper with its smelly mess announcing his shame to the world.  There was a breeze that blew up his skirt as he walked.

The waiting woman clapped and made motherly statements about how adorable Toni looked and how excited they were to help him become more of a little girl.  Each were wild about how pretty his dress was and Debra made him twirl around for them to see.  Unfortunately, they smelled his dirty shame.

[Anonymous]

Besides the motherly woman, there was a young girl who looked to work there and two older, heavy women sitting in the waiting area.

“I can’t believe it,” exclaimed one of them, “she’s wearing diapers.”

“And dirty ones by the smell,” replied the other.

Debra still held the mortified Toni by the hand, standing amongst these women with a loaded diaper dropping down between his smooth thighs.  “Our little one has to be in diapers all the time,” said Debra.  “She can’t keep herself dry for very long.”

“You’re going to need to change her before we get started,” said motherly beautician.  “Use the washroom in the back.”

Debra nodded thanks as she led Toni to the back while Stacy talked to the beauticians.

“Take off everything but his diapers,” called the motherly beautician to Debra.  “We don’t want to mess-up that pretty little dress. 

Toni stood in the middle of the washroom as Debra fussed with the dress and petticoat.  When he was down to just his shoes and pampers, she pulled out a vinyl changing pad from the diaper bag and put him down on it.  He stared at the ceiling as she untapped his pampers, not wanting to see the mess he had made.

Debra made no complaints, but did cringe at the bright redness of Toni’s butt from the spankings.  Stacy had hit hard enough to make bruises.  Debra knew it was necessary for the punishments to train Toni into becoming a completely submissive sissy, but still, like a mother, it bothered her to see her little one in pain.

After finishing she brought Toni out into the bright lights of the shop, his little hairless chest and narrow shoulders made him look so fragile and girlish in his white pampers.  The younger girl put his thin arms through the sleeves of a pink plastic cover that she snapped up in the back.

She took him back to wash his hair, talking to him as if he were a little girl.  “Now Miss Peggy is going to wash baby’s hair in the sink.  She’ll use nice flowery smelling shampoo and make sure none gets into baby’s eyes.”

Her voice and cute smile made Toni ready to follow her anywhere.  He had never had someone wash his hair before and the feeling of the warm water and her fingers was heavenly. 

He jumped from the pain from his spanking when she sat him down.  His diaper felt warm as he peed without trying.

“Your going to let his hair grow out longer, right,” said motherly beautician to Debra and Stacy. 

“Of course,” replied Debra.

“I want you to make know that when we finish today, your little sissy won’t be able to pass as a boy.”

Toni cringed inside.  What were they going to do to him?  So far this had been a game in which he could always go back to his old self.  Even if he got his old clothes back and escaped, they could make it so his hair was styled like a girls and make it impossible for him to really escape.

“That’s exactly what we are hoping for,” Debra said.

“I’m Miss Clair,” the motherly beautician said to Toni, bending over as if talking to a child, which he felt like standing in front of this tall woman.  “You need to be a good girl while Miss Clair makes you pretty.”

The booster seat in the beautician chair caused Toni’s legs to just hang in mid-air, making him feel even smaller.  He suc-ked on his ever-present pacifier as Miss Peggy started working on his nails.

There was nowhere to hide up on the chair.  Sitting up so high, wearing only pampers underneath the pink plastic cover.  All the women stood around the chair, talking as if Toni was a child.  Miss Peggy had turned the TV to a little kids show and Toni tried unsuccessfully to focus on it to block what was happening to him.  He wanted so bad to see what was being done to his hair.

Miss Peggy had done a great job on his battered boy fingernails.  They were rounded and painted a light pink with little bunny decals.  When she finished she walked over to a refrigerator and brought out a baby jar of pudding.  “One of the mother’s left this in here,” she said.  “Can I feed Toni for being such a good girl?”

“Certainly,” replied Debra.

Missy Peggy sat back down on her stool and opened the jar.  She took out Toni’s pacifier and dipped her finger into the pudding.  She then took her pudding-covered finger and stuck it into Toni’s mouth to suc-k off the foul tasting stuff.  While Miss Clair continued working, Miss Peggy fed Toni with her finger.  To him it was seductively sensual to suc-k on this cute girls beautiful finger.


Debra was speechless as she saw no trace of a man left in Toni.  Probably because of his low testosterone, Toni’s hair was a full as a woman’s and when Miss Clair finished, his hair flowed down to his shoulders.  Debra almost came when they finished off his hair with a pink ribbon, picturing this little sissy kneeling in between her legs, working that mouth on her instead of the pacifier.

“I know something to work on giving her little breasts,” said Miss Clair, rubbing Toni’s flat chest through the pink plastic.  It can grow little mounds on her but it will also shrink her little pen-is.

Stacy laughed and told the women how little his pen-is is already.  “Shoot, it might make it completely disappear,” she said, lifting Toni from the chair.  “We need to get going.  She has an appointment to get those cute little ears pierced.”
“Can I change her diaper?” asked Miss Peggy. 

“Of course, dear,” said Debra.  She took a folded pampers and powder from the diaper bag to hand to Miss Piggy.

Toni was learning to love having his diaper changed and having Miss Peggy touch him would be a real treat, although he worried about her reaction to his little parts.  In the bathroom, she seemed to deliberately be slow in removing his diaper and even slower in putting on the clean one.  She stopped when she saw his battered behind.

“Did they do this to you?”

Toni nodded, the pacifier plugging his mouth, plus he didn’t dare say anything, not wanting another spanking.

“Is this something you want or are they keeping you against your will?”

He shook his head, still terrified to speak.

“So you want this?”

He nodded, not wanting her to cause any trouble that might result in a spanking.

The bathroom door flew open and Miss Clair stormed in and picked up Miss Peggy by the arms.  The girl let out a yelp and started crying until Stacy reached around and silenced her with a ball gag. 

“Looks my little girl wants to also be in diapers,” said Miss Clair, dragging her out of the bathroom.

Debra came into the room and finished putting on Toni’s pampers.  He was shaking from the outburst of Miss Clair.  “You were a good girl,” said Debra proudly.  “Mommy will give you a treat later.”

When she brought Toni back into the shop to put on his dress, he saw Miss Peggy kneeling with her nose in a corner.  She wore nothing but a pair of his pampers, her wrist bound behind her back with pink ribbon.   Her ankles were also bound with the ribbon.

Toni passively let the women finish dressing him and when they took him to the full-length mirror he couldn’t believe his eyes.  The change was astounding.  The old Tony was completely gone.

[Anonymous]

A strange thing happened to Toni with the change in the mirror.  He could almost feel the other him, the person who didn’t seem to fit in anywhere, fade away to be replaced by the little sissy looking at him from the mirror.  He wanted to twirl and make his skirt fly.  



He almost skipped as Debra led him out of the shop to the van. He had never felt so free.  With the hair and makeup, his little hand pretty with pink nails, his sailor dress, no one could know a man hid underneath.  Even if someone knew the old Tony, they could never know it was he.  It was an awesome feeling to not care who saw you dressed as a little girl.



“Oh my,” said Debra, as she opened the van door.  â€śI don’t want to cut the back of her pampers again.”



Toni suc-ked hard on his pacifier, looking at the dil-do standing up in the baby seat, waiting for him.



“Let’s just take it off of her,” said Stacy.  â€śYou can keep dry for ten minutes, can’t you,” she said to Toni.  â€śYou want to sit down in your baby seat don’t you?”



Of course, dressed as he was, Toni’s opinion meant nothing.  Stacy held up his skirts as Debra untapped his pampers.  Stacy continued to hold up the skirts as Debra helped Toni position himself over the waiting dil-do.  He couldn’t help crying around his pacifier as she pushed him down on the seat, the dil-do filling his little opening again.



The drive was more than ten minutes and all the while, Toni had to concentrate on not wetting herself, something that scared her.  It had only been a week of constant diapers and he was already almost incontinent.  



The next stop was not a neighborhood but a busy strip mall.  Debra lifted Toni off the dil-do and redid the pampers on him.  



Walking across the parking lot, dressed as a little girl, tested Toni’s new self.  He should have been terrified to be so exposed in public, but he found it didn’t bother him so much.  No one knew the real person under the satin and plastic.  



Things took a more permanent position for Toni in the Pierce and Body Tattoo shop.  He tried to hold back when they stepped into the gothic looking store, but Debra pulled him in farther.  



“Oh my gawd!” exclaimed a young girl, much younger than Toni.  Her hair was pink and her face loaded with piercings.  â€śThis is so out of there.  Hurry and see this,” she shouted to another girl.  



“I love it!” cried the other girl.  â€śShe is so adorable.”



Toni was happy she thought he was a girl dressed like this, but Stacy spoiled it.  â€śUnder this cute dress and diapers isn’t a girl.”



Both of the girls looked speechless for a few seconds, then started to laugh.  â€śGet out of here.  She’s so little and cute,” said the pink haired girl.



“You ladies are so bad,” said the other.  



“I saw something like this on the internet,” said the pink girl.  â€śThis is so cool.”



“We want to help our little one become more of a girl,” said Stacy.  â€śMake things more permanent so our little one can’t go back to being a boy.”



Toni pulled on Debra.  This was going to far.



“You sure she wants this.”



“Oh, I’m sure she doesn’t,” said Stacy, “but being dressed the way she is, I don’t really think the choice is hers anymore.”  



“She’ll or I mean, he’ll have to sign a consent form.”



Stacy leaned down to whisper in Toni’s ear, “you give me any trouble and I’ll spank you so hard you’ll probably pass-out.”



Toni suc-ked hard on his pacifier, terrified of Stacy’s threat.   She was right.  He didn’t have much choice in the matter.  Maybe if he wasn’t so little and submissive, this would be the place to escape his fate.