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Title: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 09:48:01 AM

Finding their place (a rewrite of “Trust and friendship”)

The few who have read “Trust and friendship” on this site will recognize passages, events and the names of the main characters. But this story deviates a lot from it in the actions and descriptions. It corresponds more to what I initially wanted to do last year.
As for whether it will be more successful, I have no idea!

Kisses and hugs

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:03:07 AM

Part 1: Back to school
As Alex entered the school on his first day, he felt scared and nervous. He was overwhelmed by the thought of being back in a traditional school setting after being home-schooled since first grade. Memories of being bullied by his former classmates flooded his mind, causing him to worry about whether he would be accepted or targeted again. The education inspection services had established that he was a year behind schedule, he was therefore placed in a class of students a year younger than him. Alex worried that the kids would make fun of him.
He glanced at his mommy who was waving at him. Fortunately his neighbor Sarah accompanied him into school. He felt more comfortable and safe holding her hand.

As they walked through the hallways, she greeted some of the other students. Looking at the students dressed in jeans, t-shirts or sportswear, he realised that the outfit his mom had put on him was very different. She had certainly told him that he would look smart with his burgundy velvet shorts held up by suspenders, his white round-necked shirt, his little socks and his sandals.
But now, he felt uneasy and out of place, as if everyone was staring at him. His heart raced as he approached the classroom, especially since he knew that Sarah being a year ahead of him, wouldn't attend class with him.
She promised to come pick him up at the end of class. She would guide him to his next class and she would take him to the nurse's office in case he had an accident during the period. Officially, Alex was still dealing with a medical condition. He had accidents at night and sometimes during the day, which meant he had to wear protections. In reality, it was mainly his mommy, Maria, who didn't want him to be alone in the toilet. She already didn't accept it at home, so it was even less of a question in a school full of restless children.
After a kiss from Sarah on the cheek, like his mother had given him a few minutes earlier, he was now in a classroom full of unfamiliar faces, and he was unsure how to navigate this new situation. A girl gave Sarah a little wave when she saw Alex enter and asked him to sit next to her. She introduced herself as Lilly, who knew Sarah from their athletics classes.
At the end of class, Lilly offered to take Alex to the next one. Sarah was waiting for him in the hallway. She discreetly checked that he was still dry and sent him to Lilly with a pat on his padded bottom.

During recess, Sarah accompanied Alex to the nurse for a change. Then he followed her into the schoolyard where she joined several girls, including Lilly and others who were in Alex's class, like Emma and Amelia. He didn't dare speak, but he listened to them tell about their holidays and talk about their favorite bands, artists, or fashion trends.
A few of them tried to question him, but he always answered in a small, shy voice, lowering his eyes, with a few polite words. In truth, he was not used to being asked to speak, but rather to listening to grown-ups without interrupting them. Grown-ups including Sarah, or Auntie Sarah, or Miss Sarah, since she had been his babysitter for the previous year.
In any case, his vacations were limited to reworking programs from previous years, reading toddler books or playing dolls in his room or in the garden, under the watchful eye of his mother or auntie. And he didn't know any of the bands, singers, or shows the girls were talking about.
Many of the girls told him that his look was very cute, which made him blush and made his classmates smile even more. He obeyed when some asked him to turn around to show off his outfit. He let himself go when one passed her hand over his shorts to caress the velvet. He fidgeted a little in spite of himself when another tickled his bare legs. He continued to smile politely throughout and when the bell rang for the end of recess, he bowed and thanked all the girls for their kindness. They were definitely won over by this so cute and sweet boy.
At lunchtime, Alex's mother came to pick him up to take him home to eat. Sarah walked him to the car. While he waited strapped to his booster seat in the back, she exchanged a few words with her, to tell her that the morning had gone well, that the other children were incredibly kind and welcoming to him. “You know Maria, once he will be a little more accustomed to school, Alex could even stay to eat with the other kids if you want!”
“Thank you Sarah, we will see, you're a wonderful babysitter anyway. Baby, say thank you to Miss Sarah and wave her, you will see her after lunch!”

The afternoon and the following days passed much like that first morning. Maria continued to dress Alex as she always had. Some students still looked strangely at this boy with unusual outfits for teenagers. His peter pan collar shirts, his puffed sleeves, his lace cuffs, his pastel-colored shorts, his lace-trimmed or knee-length socks, his Mary Jane shoes... Alex was recognizable by his unique look!
Of course, he never dared to say anything to his mother. Even the day she put him in a pink shirt and socks decorated with little hearts. Only Sarah could have talk to Maria. But she didn't do anything about it. As long as no one made fun of Alex in front of him, or at least in a mean way, why change him?
Alex was always surrounded by girls who pampered him. They imitated Sarah by talking to him like a little child, stroking his hair, tickling his chin, kissing his chest or his forehead...
“Aren't we looking pretty today Alex?”
“Show us your pretty corduroy cardigan, raise your hands above your head with your arms slightly bent and turn around!”
“Who's a good boy? Yes you are, yes you are!”
“Come cuddle with me! Oh, your skin is as soft as a baby's. And your hair too! Mommy took good care of her baby, didn't she?”
“Would you like a little biscuit for recess? But have you at least been very good? I only give biscuits to very, very well-behaved little children. Yes, you are so cute, you must have been a very well-behaved and obedient little boy. Come on, open your mouth, Auntie Emma is going to give you a little cookie. Grab it with your lips, gently. No, don't put it all in your mouth. No, don't take it with your hands, let Auntie do it. Take it little bit by little bit. What a smart little boy! Good boy! Oh, the cookie is finished! You can give me a little kiss on the hand now, and then you can give me one on the cheek!”

Even the boys considered him a little brother to be protected in the school.
They were waving at him in the yard. And when he watched them play sports, everyone competed to show him their prowess.
“Hey Alex, have you seen how fast I run?”
“Did you see how high I jumped?”
“Did you see how hard I threw the ball?”
Alex never failed to congratulate them and rave about their strength. Every time a boy smiled at him, he blushed and couldn't help but smile even more.
The girls had fun and made him say which of the boys had the prettiest smile, the most muscles, the most abs, the prettiest butt... The more embarrassed he was, the more fun they had.
One of their games was to photograph the boys, taking close-ups of their mouths, their butts or their arms muscles, to print their photos and to have them kissed by Alex.
One of the girl then pretended to call out to one of the boys to tell him how much Alex liked him.
Alex then began to beg her.
“Please Auntie Amelia, don’t say anything, please, please, please!”
“Huum... Beg me again, but with your baby voice. You're so sweet when you use your baby voice, especially when you're panicking!”
“Pwease Aunthie Amelia, pwetty pwease, don’t call big boys, pwease, pwease, pwease!”
“Okay, I won't say anything if... You sing "I'm a little tea-pot" to me, with the dance!”
He would obeyed timidly, and she would make him do it again until he had sung and danced with enough enthusiasm to satisfy her. Students watched, sometimes even approaching to encourage and applaud him while laughing.
Alex felt good about his role as class mascot. He gradually came out of his shell and was genuinely appreciated by everyone his kind and gentle nature. He even had good tastes on outfits, makeup and hairstyles and he was so cute when he told the girls how beautiful they were and that they were going to make the boys fall for them!

The only area where he struggled was academically. The teachers appreciated this polite, ultra-respectful, calm and attentive student, who always tried to do well, despite his lack of participation, due to his shyness.
But whenever he had to think a little by himself, or learn even a little lengthy lessons, he always failed.
At home, Maria made him do his homework and reread his daily lessons. She made him recite everything. But as he didn't always seem to understand what he had learned by heart, much of that effort had already evaporated the next day at school.
When she was not satisfied with his test, that is to say at almost every test, she made him copy the related lesson, then redo the work at home. When he failed again, which was almost every time, she didn't punish him as if he had done something wrong.
She would take him in her arms and say, “You've tried hard. It's not your fault darling. You're Mommy's little dummy baby, that's all. Who's a little dum-dum? Yes you are, yes you are!”
Then she continued, “You are not smart, you are not strong, you are not masculine, you are not brave... All you can do is obey those superior to you. You are already your teachers and classmates little pet. That’s my good little dum-dum baby.”
“Sarah told me how girls like to ask you for advice on how to look pretty for boys. This is my little sissy who loves little girlys' clothes, makeup and hairstyles. Here's my little sissy dummy who helps real girls seduce real boys.”
“Maybe one day you can be an assistant in a hair salon, a beauty parlor, or for a fashion designer. Or you will work to serve your superiors in a house, as a maid or housekeeper...”
She noticed that his tiny pen-is hardened when she spoke to him like this. She found it funny, as long as this little pee-pee remained locked in his diaper and he had not discovered how boys, real ones, play with it. In any case, he was only unsupervised at night, and at that time he wore much thicker protection than during the day, a onesie closed at the back and mittens that prevented him from using his hands.
“Stay obedient, others will decide for you. Anyway, Mommy loves you very much my little dum-dum sissy.”
Alex listened snuggled up against his mother. He always replied “Yes Mommy. I love you very much too Mommy. Sorry for being a dummy sissy Mommy.”

After a few weeks of classes and failed tests, Maria met several of her son's teachers. For her, the most important thing was that he showed the greatest deference to adults. And each teacher was able to reassure her on this point. As for his grades, she considered that with his limited capacity, no more should be expected of him than learning obedience.
The teachers were a little shocked by this mother's fatalistic comments, even if they realized Alex's difficulties. This made him even more endearing to them, and quickly his results were no longer an issue. Everyone instead congratulated him for his kindness and exemplary behavior.
Eventually, after his homework, instead of making him recite his lesson, she placed him in front of a mirror and made him repeat phrases such as “I'm a little dummy sissy”, “I'm Mommy's little sissy baby”, “Other children are smarter, other children are stronger, other children are braver... I have to smile and obey”...
She made him take ballet poses, she taught him to curtsy, or she made him learn nursery rhymes and dances that he could show in the schoolyard.

After a month of school, Maria ends up following Sarah's advice by letting Alex eat lunch at school. It was understood that he would never be left to his own devices, and that the girls would ensure he ate everything his mommy had prepared for him properly.
Most often these were small purees in jars, easier to store in your school bag. His “aunties” Sarah, Amelia, Emma, Lilly and the others made sure that he scraped the whole pot. And often, they took care of it themselves, holding the spoon to feed him. Especially when Maria had chosen the worst purees from the baby food aisle.
Alex's grimaces amused the kids, but he never dared refuse the spoon. If food ended up on his face instead of in his mouth, it was because one of the girls like Amelia did it on purpose...or laughed too much while feeding him, or because she asked him to “play the baby” and spit out the food imitating the gurgling sounds of an infant.. She then only had to take a wipe left by Maria to clean his face.

Even though only Sarah was officially aware of Alex's protections, the other girls had noticed it by cuddling him, patting his bottom, or simply by observing. Some, like Lilly, had even learned to know when he needed to go change. They then called Sarah to accompany him to the school nurse and waited for him outside the office to accompany him to the playground or cafeteria.
The routine worked well, the girls always making sure someone was with him.
One day, however, Sarah, who had accompanied him to the nurse, went to the toilet, signaling Emma to wait for the baby to come out... Which Emma didn't understand.
Alex found himself alone in the hallway. Worse, a group of boys were playfully roughhousing and shouting. Alex was petrified with fear, he didn't even have the presence of mind to return to the nurse's office, he was so paralyzed. He was scared and overwhelmed by the chaos and noise around him.
Suddenly, a boy noticed him and immediately stopped the other from continuing to play.
“Hey guys, stop! Alex is here!” Jake yelled, taking Alex by the shoulders to calm him down. “Are you okay, Alex? Do you need anything?”
Alex was crying. He wanted his mommy, or his Auntie Sarah.
He put his thumb in his mouth and immediately pulled it out. Jake put it back.
“There, there. It's over. Calm down. We're going to go see Sarah.” The boys started walking, Alex still under Jake's protective arm. Although the two boys were about the same height, Alex being slightly taller, Jake was quite muscular for his age, and he was much more imposing than skinny little Alex.
“We boys sometimes have games that are a little silly. You're not used to these games, my poor Alex. I know you prefer delicate activities. But no one will hurt you. It was just to play.”
They walked out of the building and into the courtyard. Jake was still talking, with a soft, calm voice. “You're going to find your aunties, you're going to eat the good puree that your mommy gave you. Yum-yum, who is the good puree for? It's for little Alex who had a big distress! But it's over now. Look, Auntie Sarah is over there. Do you want to wave to her from here?”
Sarah saw Alex and Jacke and ran towards them. Jacke released his grip and Alex threw himself into his babysitter's arms.
Jake stayed with them for a little while, chatting with the group of girls. When he left, Alex thanked him warmly and waved goodbye with a big smile.

In the evening, Sarah recounted the events to Maria. She blamed herself for leaving Alex alone in the school, especially since he could have been pushed around by the boys. She promised it wouldn't happen again.
Although very protective, Maria wasn't mad. She knew that one day Alex could find left to himself.
She instead held onto this Jake who had been so kind to Alex. She asked her son if he had thanked his “Uncle Jake”, and at home, she had him prepare a thank you gift.
The next morning, when they met in front of the school, Maria introduced herself to Jake and thanked him for looking out for her son.
To show his gratitude even more, Alex had drawn a picture.
It was a colorful, detailed drawing of their school and playground, with Alex and Jake holding hands.
Jake was much, much bigger. He wore a very bright red and blue sleeveless jersey and matching shorts, putting his very exaggerated muscles on full display. He looked ahead, smiling.
Next to him, Alex was like a very small child. He was almost invisible, wearing a pale pink shirt and white overalls. With his thumb in his mouth, he raised his head high to look full of admiration at the big boy.
He had written in big letters “Thank you Uncle Jake” with two big hearts on either side. And he moved closer to the muscular boy to give him a hug, which Jake accepted with a smile.
Jake promised Maria, as she had told him to call her, that he would continue to watch over Alex and that she could count on him as her son's friend if needed.

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:07:35 AM

Part 1 (continued)
Since he was little, Alex had only one friend, Sarah. Very young, she spend a lot of time at their house. It wasn't uncommon for her to come over and tell Alex what they would play. Sometimes it was dolls, pretending to be their mommies, when Alex was not the baby himself. Other times, they played dress-up, trying on different outfits.
Alex's favorite dress was light pink with layers of tulle and sparkly decorations. He loved twirling around in it. It had a matching tiara and wand. In their games, Sarah was the queen and Alex her loyal princess. She loved doing his makeup and painting his nails. He was her little dolly. Then she taught him to do it himself and to take care of her. He did her hair, her makeup, manicure and pedicure... Some skills that, years later, he had kept and could use for his new friends.
While he brushed her hair or knelt down to massage her feet, she would tell him stories of Prince Charming and how he would come for her. Alex loved listening to her stories and dreaming of meeting his own prince, or at least a knight, or even a nice peasant, handsome and strong.
When she came for sleepovers, she would cook for Maria and Alex. He loved trying out all the new recipes she had learned, as he was completely forbidden from going near the oven or hotplates. Then, she would put on his diaper and then get him dressed in his pajamas. Once he was all tucked in by Maria, Sarah would sit by his side and read him a story or sing him a lullaby until he fell asleep. Often, she ended the evening chatting with Maria.
Even though they were the same age, Alex saw her as a big sister who looked after him and kept him safe.
As they grew older, she came less, she had stopped playing with dollies or dress-up and princess. She saw her friends from school in the evening, she even had a boyfriend. But she still loved Alex so much that she sometimes came to spend the beginning of the evening with him, she would gave him clothes she no longer wore or buy him a cute dress or skirt, and they would talk about fashion and makeup until he went to bed. She could then go and chat a little with Maria, before joining her boyfriend at the movies or friends at a party, long after Alex had fallen asleep.
Maria enjoyed seeing her son behave so kindly, so much that she maintained his behavior as a fragile and submissive child, while she encouraged Sarah's bossy's inclinations. She also maintained his taste for little girls' clothes and toys by only buying him things from the little girls section. And his inability to grow up, to move beyond his status as a big baby, with very strict rules which prevented him from having the slightest autonomy.
Working mainly from home, she took care of his education... Even if she kept him at kindergarten section level rather than that of a middle school student.

When Alex's nanny had moved away last year, and could no longer care for him, it had become clear to Maria that Sarah should be her designated replacement. Indeed, it was totally unthinkable for Maria, as for Alex if he had had his say, that he would find himself alone at home, day or evening, when she exceptionally had a work appointment that she could not attend from home, or when she wanted to go out at night.
Sarah could have just come over like she did before, feeding Alex, getting him ready for the night and so on. But for Maria, it was important that Alex no longer saw his babysitter as a friend, an equal, even though there had never really been any equal relationship between them.
Maria therefore insisted that he call her “Miss Sarah” from now on. Only outside of babysitting times, he could call her “Auntie Sarah”, but always remaining extra-polite and deferential with her, as with any adult.
She had the right, and even the duty, to punish him for any infraction of the house rules.
This included not speaking without being spoken to, eating and drinking what is given, going to bed or bath without dragging, never questioning orders, asking permission before peeing or pooping when he was in the presence of an adult, either so that they put him on the potty or let him do in his diaper... And of course, never moving around the house without an adult. The only two places where Alex could be alone being his bedroom and the playpen in the living room.
Neither the rules nor the change in relationship with Sarah bothered him. In fact, it was all completely natural for him. And at least having Miss Sarah as a babysitter guaranteed he'd see her often.
The rules did not prohibit him from speaking with her, or at least from asking her questions and listening to her. Now, he loved the moments they spent together, especially when she confided in him about her boyfriend, their dates and adventures together. Alex listened intently, hanging on to her every word. Then, she would took him in her arms, hugging him tightly and told him that he was still young and that he would too meet his prince charming one day.

At the end of that year, the education services noted Alex's delay, both academically and socially and emotionally.
It was not about calling into question Maria's rights as a mother, but it seemed necessary to the inspection to open Alex's field of vision a little more by sending him to meet other kids.

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:12:14 AM

Part 2: Mister Jake
Finally, this meeting had to take place in her presence and not remotely... And she had only learned of this the day before. Too late to ask Sarah to cancel her date.
By discussing it in the morning in front of school, Sarah suggested her to ask Jake, who seemed responsible and trustworthy.
Maria wondered if this boy would understand the special rules Alex was subject to. But for Sarah, who had spoken with him a lot recently, he was of all her friends the one who could do the job best.
Alex heard the discussion, without of course participating. He felt a bit nervous at the idea of having someone else watch him, especially a boy, but he trusted Sarah's judgment. She assured him that Jake was kind and understanding, as he had already proven himself by helping Alex out in the hallway.
Maria met Jake and offered him the job. He accepted, and also agreed to come that same afternoon to see the house and find out the tasks this includes. During the day, Sarah took him out to explain certain things to him.

After class, he rode up front in Maria's car, after she had strap Alex into his baby seat. During the ride, Maria asked him if Sarah had explained him what Alex should call him from now on.
“Yes, I would be Mr. Jake,” he replied.
She asked him if he understood why she insisted on such a formal manner.
“Yes, I'm responsible for Alex. There has to be a certain distance between us so that he doesn't see me as a classmate and as a boy his age... Or actually younger than him.”

Arriving home, she explained him that the first thing Alex should do, after taking off his shoes and washing his hands, was to go up to his room to change clothes.
Jake helped Alex undo his shoelaces, then accompanied him to the bathroom, “one of the most dangerous rooms in the house”, to watch him wash his hands. The babysitter turned on the water, turned it off to give him the soap, watched him scrub, turned the water back on so he could rinse, turned it off and dried the baby's hands by rubbing them with a towel.
“Thank you Mr. Jake” Alex said, bowing his head respectfully.
Jake was amused to see Alex crawling up the stairs. “A lot of accidents can happen on stairs”, Maria explained. “At school, you may have noticed that he always has to hold hands with Sarah or one of her friends to go up the stairs”, something that Jake hadn't particularly noticed, since Alex was almost always holding the hand of one of his aunties.
Before entering his room, Maria warned him that he was going to be surprised. “You know, Alex is a boy, but you've probably noticed he's a little girly too...” Alex lowered his head, a little embarrassed.
Jake laughs inwardly at that remark. But he was indeed surprised by what he saw. There were stuffed animals and dolls on the shelves, and the walls were decorated with pink and purple butterflies. A small pink bed with a canopy dominated the center of the room, and the toys he could see stored away were not made for children over six years old.
Jake looked around and smiled. “Wow, this is a really cool room!” he said. “You must have put a lot of effort into decorating it.”
He was talking to Alex, but it was Maria who answered him... After all, it was she who had made all the efforts to choose the decoration and contents of the room.
“And you Alex, do you like your room?” He asked.
“Yes Mr. Jake, I thank Mommy for decorating it so well.” He smiled again and seemed relieved.
“Were you afraid to show it to me?”, Jake asked.
“A little bit Sir. I was scared that you would think it's babyish or girly?”
Jake and Maria looked at each other, laughing. “Of course it's babyish and girly! It's the very definition of babyish and girly! Just like you! You should not be afraid to show it, you silly baby!” he laughed.
And with that, he hugged Alex close, grabbing his shoulder and giving him a kiss on the temple.

Now it was time for Maria to reveal a new secret of Alex's: he wore protection during the day and diapers at night.
Jake was surprised, not by the information, but by the fact that it was supposed to be secret...
“You knew it?” exclaimed Maria laughing that Alex thought he had been discreet about it.
“Of course, all the kids actually knows! You can see it a bit, and you can hear it too, and you can feel it when you pat that cute little padded bottom” replied Jake laughing too.
“You see sissy, you can't hide the obvious” Maria told her son.
“Yes Mommy.”
“Didn’t you notice that we tell Sarah whenever you need to be changed?” Jake asked him.
“Oh yes, now that you mention it Mr. Jake! But I believed no one had noticed, since no one ever laughed at me”, replied Alex.
“We would never do that!” Jake exclaimed a little indignantly.
“And what’s today’s lesson baby?” Maria asked.
“That I'm a dum-dum baby Mommy” Alex replied, blushing and lowering his head.
Both Jake and Maria grabed him and kissed each one of his cheeks. They also took the opportunity to check the state of his diaper. He was dry.
“You're a good baby!” said Jake.
“Fank you Mifter Jake. Me good baba!” answered Alex.

Now it was time for him to undress. Or rather, to be undressed by his babysitter, since he was not allowed to touch his clothes himself. He stood still so that Jake could undo his buttons, take off his pink padded vest, his round-necked shirt, his undershirt decorated with little pink ribbons, his white shorts and white wool tights that his mother put on him when the fall was coming.
Alex, dressed in his only diaper, carefully folded everything and put the things away under his mother's eye. She explained to Jake that she was starting to gradually teach Alex to take care of his own things.
The other days, Maria or Jake would then have had to choose the baby's new indoor outfit, from among his little dresses. But the arrival of a new babysitter meant a bad time ahead for Alex, and that time had come.
“Normally Alex is a very well-behaved and totally obedient boy. And I'm pretty sure he will be with you. But in case he isn't, you'll have to be prepared to punish him as appropriate” Maria explained.
And in these cases, the punishment could range from spanking with bare hands to spanking with a flogger, with spanking with a hairbrush in between... And washing the mouth with soap in case of unauthorized speaking, inappropriate response, forgetting to respectfully address superiors or even a naughty word.
Trembling and with tears already in his eyes, Alex approached Jake, sitting on his bed, and lowered his head, bending his knees, to ask permission to speak.
“Please, Mr. Jake, would you give me a hard spank with your hand, to show me what will happen to me if I misbehave?”
Jake nodded, on Maria's instructions, he lowered Alex's diaper (not without her warning him that he might be shocked by the size of Alex's "masculinity", further proof that he was definitely not a big boy!), then he laid him down on his knees. He asked Maria how much. She showed him ten fingers, saying that should be enough.
Clap! “One, thank you Sir!” exclaimed Alex.
Clap! “Ouch! Two, thank you sir!” Jake didn't hold back his strength.
Clap! “Three, thank you sir!”... he continued, and so on, until he reached ten.
He was already stammering and his eyes were very red when he got up to thank Mr. Jake and ask “Please, Mr. Jake, would you give me a hard spank with Mommy's hairbrush, to show me what will happen to me if I misbehave more?”
When Alex was settled again, Maria showed ten fingers again, signaling him that that five should be placed on each buttock.
Wanting to show that he took his role to heart, Jake went without much restraint.
“One, thank you Sir!” exclaimed Alex, “Two, thank you sir!”
But already his voice was derailing and Jake had to pause to let him compose himself. A spanking incorrectly counted or not followed by thanks resulted in the punishment starting again from the beginning.
At ten, Alex was crying harder than ever.
He always cried when he was spanked. Fortunately this didn't happen often. But the Jake's strength  was very impressive to him.
When he had to ask for the flogger, he had to try several times, there were so many sobs in his voice. Maria looked at Jake, who didn't falter. Sarah had warned him that he had to be intractable until the punishment was over, and that only then could he show kindness and comfort.
Finally, Alex managed to ask “Please, Mr. Jake, would you give me a very hard spank with the flogger, to show me what will happen to me if I misbehave really really bad?”
Jake stood up, Alex took his position, leaning forward, hands on his little pink bed, closing his eyes and moaning.
This time, Maria signaled to Jake that five would be enough, and that he could take it easy.
The first blow surprised Alex by its softness, the straps had barely brushed him.
“One, thank you Sir!”
Maria motioned to go just a little harder.
This surprised Alex, who let out a little high-pitched squeal before adding “Two, thank you sir!”
The third and fourth were about the same intensity, although the pain increased with repetition on Alex's sensitive skin.
For the fifth and final, Maria motioned for Jake to go much harder.
Alex let out a shrill scream, but he still pronounced the obligatory “Five, thank you Sir!”, before burying his head in his mattress to scream and cry his eyes out.
Jake raised it to tell him that the series of spankings was over. Alex fell to his knees, he turned towards him and, almost prostrating himself, he thanked his babysitter for the punishment.

He took a few more seconds to cry, start breathing more calmly and ask “Please, Mr. Jake, would you wash my mouth with soap, to show me what will happen to me if I speak badly?”
Grabbing him by the ear, Jake moved him on his knees to the upstairs bathroom. Maria presented him with the soap box. Alex positioned his head above the bathtub. Jake rinsed the soap to make it foamy. Alex opened his mouth wide and Jake pushed the soap into it, going around his mouth, rubbing well against his teeth and tongue. When the foam completely covered Alex's mouth, Jake allowed him to open his mouth over the bathtub to get rid of it, but without spitting.
“Thank you sir,” Alex said after wiping his lips, his eyes and nose still very itchy.
Jake put the soap back in his mouth and took him to his room to put it in the corner.
Alex stood up, put his hands on his head and walked forward until his nose touched the wall. He remained crying softly.
“Normally,” Maria explained to him, “Sissy stays in the corner for as long as I deem necessary for him to think about his actions and why he deserved his punishment. There, since he hasn't really done anything bad, I just wanted to show you what position he should be in. You can call him to come thank you for the punishment if you want.”
Jake called Alex who came back to him and knelt down. He took the soap from him and put it in its box.
Alex stammered a speech thanking Jake for showing him that he could punish him and promised him that he would always obey him, because he didn't want to disappoint him, but show him that he was grateful for his care, even though he was a dum-dum little sissy baby.

Now, Maria explained to Jake that if he wanted, he could accompany Alex to rinse his mouth and, again if he wanted, to rub some soothing ointment on his bottom, and that, finally, he could decide to take him in his arms for a consolation hug. Jake opted for this merciful treatment.
He took Alex by the hand, led him to the bathroom and with the shower head, he rinsed his mouth thoroughly, allowing him to spit into the bathtub. Seeing that bits of soap were stuck, he brushed Alex's teeth himself and rinsed his mouth again.
Then Alex stood up and leaned over, hands against the tub, to receive the ointment. Jake passed it with one hand, while tenderly stroking Alex's back and hair with the other.
When Alex stood up, Jake noticed that, although still small, his tiny pee-pee had become hard.
In fact, Maria had never seen it this big. “We have a baby ballerina doing pointe!” she was amused.
Jake laughed too, while Alex blushed. Jake took him back to his room, put his diaper back on him, said goodbye to the little ballerina and opened the cloest to found dresses and skirts. He chose a little pink baby dress and matching socks to put on him.
Once his baby was dressed, he sat on the bed and brought him close to comfort him. Alex knelt down and hugged Jake's waist tightly, who ran his hand through his hair.
“When was the last time you were punished like that?” He asked.
“It was last year, when Miss Sarah became my babysitter and she tried all the punishments like you, Mr. Jake.”
Jake laughs. “But when were you really punished, for doing something wrong?”
To tell the truth, Alex didn't remember when his last “real” punishment had occurred. Maria wasn't sure either. It had been years anyway. The flogger, for sure, had only ever been used for demonstration. But, she thought, a little reminder from time to time, when a new babysitter arrived for example, could do some good.
Jake got Alex onto the bed so he could put his head on his chest, snuggling really close. Jake wrapped his arms around him. Alex felt like he was in a protective cocoon. A feeling of happiness invaded him. It was new to him. In his diaper, his little ballerina rose ever higher.
He was almost falling asleep when Jake asked him to show him the dolls that were on the bed. Alex presented him with his baby Emily and all the other stuffed animals.
But it was snack time, and it was time for Jake to leave. Maria and Alex walked him to the door. She gave him the house keys and emergency numbers for the next day. Jake thanked her and kissed Alex on the cheek and said “see you tomorrow baby” in a tone similar to the one Sarah and the aunties used to talk to him. “Thank you Mr. Jake, I love you”, he said with the sweetest curtsey. And he watched him walk away, waving until he turned the corner.

In the evening, when it was time to put him in his diaper for the night, Maria presented Alex with a strange little device that she had bought a few months earlier and that she suspected she would use soon.
“See, your little pee-pee stands up sometimes, like when you're with Mr. Jake and he's petting you.
This is a normal phenomenon for big boys... But you're not big, and not even a real boy, are you?”
He knew how to answer that question. “No Mommy, I’m a little sissy baby.”
“Exactly! So it's not appropriate for you to have these kinds of big boy reactions. That's why I suggest we lock your little ballerina in this little plastic object.” She began to bring him closer to his pen-is. “You see, it slips like this, around, and there, there, wait for it... Click! Now, I close the little cage and your little doll will stay very small all the time! Isn't it wonderful?”
“Yes Mommy, thank you Mommy,” he said automatically.
Everything had happened very quickly and Alex wasn't sure he understood. But he didn't dare contradict his mommy, or even ask her questions. And although he liked it when his tiny wiener got hard, it had really embarrassed him in front of Mr. Jake earlier... So he probably had to thank her.
Maria showed him the key to the padlock, which she put in her pocket. “I'll hide it somewhere. But when you grow up and meet a special someone, maybe I'll pass the key on to him... Who knows? Maybe it will be Mr. Jacke?” she said smiling.
At these words, Alex's little pen-is wanted to stand up... But it came up against the plastic wall. And so, Maria put him to bed, telling him to have sweet dreams.

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:19:38 AM

part 2 (continued)
The next day, Jake accompanied Alex home. On the way, Alex walked skipping in front of him. He was just waiting for his babysitter at red lights, to cross holding his hand. Jake praised him for waiting for his “Uncle Jake”.
When they arrived at Alex's house, Jake found the list of instructions that Maria had left for him, including what the baby could eat for dinner and his bath and bedtime schedule.
He checked the state of his diaper and found that it was wet. “What’s that around your little pee-pee?” Jake asked when he undressed Alex, pretending to be surprised, even though Maria had told him about it in her letter of instructions. Alex explained to him that it was a little cage to keep him from having big boy reactions, since he was just a sissy baby.
Jake then changed him into a pink skirt and a white frilly blouse, and he told him how cute he looked. Alex thanked him with a curtsey.

Jake then accompanied Alex to the kitchen to prepare his snack. He filled a baby bottle with milk and they sat on the couch. Alex drank the bottle Jake was holding for him. Alex could hold his “baba” himself, but beside that he couldn't imagine objecting, he felt so content and safe with his babysitter.
Then the boys did their homework. Alex was still behind in school. Jake tried to helped him, patiently explaining concepts and answering questions, but he ended up shrugging ant told him that at least he was cute and nice. Alex thanked him with a beautiful curtsey.
Shortly before bath time, Jake took Alex to his room. As it was written on Maria's instructions, it was time for Alex to take care of his doll, while Jake would ran the bath.
“I want you to get your dolly ready for the night. You're going to change her diaper, put her in some nice pajamas, give her her bottle, and comb her hair.” Jake was about to go out, but he hesitated. Even though the room was babyproof, it was much bigger than the playpen in the living room. What if Alex gets injured while moving to play? So he decided on a new rule.
“Baby, I want you to stay on your hands and knees on your play mat. It's like your playpen. You can't get up, you can just crawl, and you can't get out. You can't even catch a toy that would be right next to it. Do you understand me correctly baby?”
“Yes Mister Jake!”
Jake left the room. Everything baby Emily needed was on the rug: her diaper, her bottle, her little nightgown... Everything but her hairbrush! Actually, Jake had intentionally left it out of reach on a shelf. Alex could only catch it by getting off his mat and standing up.
When Jake returned in the room after turning off the water, he found Alex with tears in his eyes brushing his doll's with his fingers.
“What's going on baby? I told you to brush your dolly's hair, why don't you use her hairbrush?”
“Please forgive me Mr. Jake, I'm a naughty baby... The hairbrush is up there on the shelf, I couldn't get it. Please Mr. Jake, would you punish me for my disobedience?”
Jake knelt down and took him in his arms. He congratulated him because he had obeyed the order to stay on his mat without getting up. That was the most important thing. And he even tried to brush his doll's hair with his hands, which proved that he meant well. He reassured him by telling him that he was not a “naughty baby”.
As for his punishment, it consisted of tickling him until his tears turned into tears of laughter... And until Alex peed himself. So much for his clean diaper that he could have put back on the next day!
Jake helped him into the bathtub, sat on the edge and washed his hair and body, making sure to be gentle and not get any soap in his eyes. Alex liked the warm water and the feeling of being cared for.

After the bath, Jake helped Alex dry off and put on a fresh diaper and pink plastic panties decorated with lace. He then picked out some pajamas. He chose those he thought were the cutest and coziest. They were pink with white polka dots. The fabric was soft and plush, and it and a rounded collar. The back of the onesie were tight, highlighting his little rounded behind.
Jake took Alex to the kitchen and started cooking dinner for him. He asked Alex if he had any preferences, and Alex requested “may I have macaroni and cheese, pwease Mr. Jake?” Jake looked at the instruction sheet, regarding meals. Mac and cheese was indeed something that baby could eat, but only if he had been particularly good.
“Were you especially nice today baby?”
Alex thought. He had been kind and obedient, sure, but no more than the other days. So he couldn't say that he had been particularly so.
Jake put the water to boil. He explained to Alex that he had a few minutes to be particularly good, otherwise he would put frozen vegetables in the water instead of pasta. He took him to the living room and sat down on the couch, Alex standing in front of him. “To be extra nice today, you could sing and dance for me baby.”
Without hesitation, Alex intoned “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”, followed by “I'm a Little Teapot”, then “Baa, Baa, Black Sheep”... Dancing and curtsying between each song.
Jake applauded him and told him he deserved the macaroni. He placed Alex in his playpen and went to the kitchen to cook the pasta. He came back and told him that he now had to earn the cheese sauce, even though he had in fact already started cooking it.
He rolled up his sleeves and showed off his muscles. “Do you like my muscles sissy?” Alex nodded, his eyes wide, almost drooling and he whispered “Oh yes Mr. Jake”.
“They're a little sore. Will you massage them for me?”
Alex didn't need to be asked twice. Once Jake took him out of his playpen he began to massage as best he could. It felt more like caresses, but it was still nice. He continued on his legs. Approaching his feet, Alex took a deep breath through his nose, to fill himself with the strong scent of Mr. Jake.
Eventually, Jake allowed Alex to kiss his arm muscles, legs and feet.
“Thank you Mr. Jake” Alex said between each kiss.
He was in a state he had never experienced. And more than ever his little pee-pee was getting excited in it's cage.
But it was time to go and enjoy his well-deserved mac and cheese.

Jake served Alex his food, attached her pink bib on which was written “Mama’s Little Girl” and sat down next to him to eat together. He noticed that Alex's excitement was calming down little by little.
When they had finished their meal, Jake brought out a bowl of compote. Alex's face lit up as it was his favorite dessert. Jake offered to feed him like the little baby he was. “Yes, pwease Mr. Jake”.
The big boy took a spoonful of the sweet, fruity dessert and brought it to Alex's mouth. Alex happily ate the compote, savoring the flavor. The babysitter continued to feed his little baby, making sure to take small, careful bites so he didn't choke. He talked to him while he fed him, praising him for being a sweet little angel and made silly faces to make him laugh.
Finally, Alex finished the compote and Jake wiped his mouth.
They went into the living room. Alex put his head on Jake's shoulder. Jake put his arm around Alex and they snuggled up together on the couch. Alex felt safe and warm in Jake's embrace. His earlier excitement returned. It manifested itself in the little kisses that Alex gave to the arms and hands of Jake, who was holding him.
Following Maria's advice in case baby was too excited, Jake prepared him a bottle of orange blossom scented water. Eventually, Alex was starting to doze off. Jake told him it was beddy-bye time, and Alex nodded sleepily. He brushed his teeth, he took him to the toilet and wiped him, then he put on and tied his thick mittens, which prevented him from using his hands during the night. According to Maria, it was to ensure that he didn't have a reason to get out of his bed, since he no longer fit in his cot. Then, he read him a bedtime story and then sang him a lullaby, just like Sarah used to do. Alex's eyes grew heavy, and he fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Jake kissed him tenderly on the forehead and watched him sleep for a few moments before turning out the lights and leaving the room.
The drawings he gave to Mr. Jake two days later were decorated with hearts of all colors and all included the phrase “I love you, Mister Jake.”

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:23:31 AM

Part 3: The party
For Alex's birthday's party, Maria invited his four “aunties”, Sarah, Amelia, Emma and Lilly, and his Uncle Jake. As the party was mainly planned with little girls' games, she suggested that Amelia bring her little sister Rose, who was much younger, and therefore much closer to Alex's interests. And so that Jake wouldn't get too bored being the “only boy”, she suggested that Sarah invite her boyfriend Liam, who Jake knew and got along well with.
Alex's mom decorated the house with colorful streamers and balloons, and the guests arrived dressed in their casual clothes.
Only Rose had been invited to dress in her most beautiful princess dress. Hers was blue, while Alex's was pink.
He was beaming with excitement as he greeted everyone with a curtsey from his playpen in the living room, where the party games were set up.
Rose hadn't believed her sister when she told her about this big boy who behaved like a baby girl! She did not hide her surprise and asked if this was a boy or a girl, Maria told her that he was a sissy, neither a boy or a girl, that's why he wore a girly dress, but still had short hair and a boy's name, so that no one mistake him for a real girl.
And why did he still had a playpen like a baby? Because he was a sissy and a baby! Maria encouraged Rose to check it out for herself by lifting up the sissy's dress to reveal the fluffy diaper he was wearing and the plastic panties matching his dress, reading “Mama's little princess”.
Little Rose's laughter was so loud and unstoppable that all the guests started laughing with her. Alex remained standing, dress pulled up, head down blushing with his usual little embarrassed baby smile.
It didn't take long for Rose to take over their games, she made him crawl around the living room, imitate baby noises, gave him several bottles and demanded that he call her Auntie Rose.
While the older ones talked, drank sodas and had fun with each other, the little ones sat down for a tea party.
Rose then suggested to Alex that he offer tea to the guests. Obediently, he presented himself before everyone, curtsied and asked, “Can I get you a cup of tea, Auntie Sarah? Can I get you a cup of tea, Uncle Liam?” and so on.
Everyone accepted and Alex had to go and pour the imaginary tea into each cup, present it by bending his knees, then finish his real curtsy once they had grabbed their cup.
His bows were so cute that the guests looked for excuses to make him do it again.
“Could I have some sugar, darling?”
“Yes Auntie Emma!”
“You forgot to give me a teaspoon, sweetie!”
“Please forgive me Auntie Lilly. Here it is Auntie Lilly!”
“Can you refill my cup, honey?”
“Yes Uncle Jake!”
He received lots of kisses and hugs, which he loved the most, especially since Uncle Jacke and Uncle Liam seemed just as amused and touched as the girls. They weren't the last to make him curtsy and hug him in their muscular arms to thank him.

The group then played games like musical chairs, pin the tail on the donkey, and pass the parcel. Everyone had a great time laughing and cheering on Alex and Rose. Even though they were past the age, they mocked the manners of little children.
With the excitement and the bottles Rose had given him to drink, Alex suddenly had to pee.
He curtseyed to Maria, to ask her permission to speak, and asked if he could go tinkle.
She suggested that he instead ask Rose for permission. She burst out laughing and said “Maria? I want him to wet his diaper! Is it ok if I watch?”
Maria pulled up Alex's dress and said, “You heard Auntie Rose, go ahead and pee in your little baby diaper.”
Rose was hilarious as she saw the diaper swells.
Maria offered her to change the baby. She laid him down in his playpen while she went to get the wipes, cream and a change of diaper. Meanwhile, Rose, under the amused eyes of the guests, spoke to Alex like a little baby.
The guests discovered the small cage hidden under his diaper. Everyone started laughing when Maria explained to them the reasons which had made her lock up Alex's little ballerina.
But as Rose was about to unfold the new diaper, Maria interrupted her.
“Wait! Since baby doesn’t have his diaper, it would be a good time for his birthday spanking!”
She explained the game. Alex had to get on all fours, his little butt propped up and his head buried in a cushion so he couldn't look at who was coming behind him.
Each guest took turns giving him a spanking, and he had to guess who had given it to him by thanking the author by name. It was only when he found that the spanker changed.
Jake was first. Alex hesitated after the first spanking, so Jake gave him a harder one, which he recognized immediately.
“Thanks you Uncle Jake!” Alex cried.
The guests applauded him and it was up to the next person to play.
Rose was upset to be recognized on the first try. She had less strength and a smaller hand than the other guests. So she was authorized to have a second round before the end of the game, this time armed with the hairbrush. She gave all her strength and Alex gave a little shrill cry that made her laugh. It was only after the third spank, and as he began to have tears in his eyes, that he made the connection between Rose's laughter and the origin of the blows.
He cried out, “Thank you Auntie Rose” and received “one last for luck” from her!

Then, Alex's mom brought out a beautiful cake with pink frosting and a few candles. The group sang “Happy Birthday” as Alex blew out the candles, and then it was time to open presents. Alex sat on the floor.

Amelia and Rose bought him a new doll. She had long, curly hair and was dressed in a fancy pink dress. “You'll have to name her Rosie in my honor” Rose informed him. “You see, she's a big girl, she doesn't wear diapers like you. You'll have to take good care of her.”
Alex said genuinely that he was thrilled to have a new addition to his toy collection and couldn't wait to play with her and to serve this big girl. He kissed Auntie Amelia and Auntie Rose, and also Little Miss Rosie.

Liam hadn't really had any idea. He knew Alex, since he happened to spend time with Sarah, and therefore with him, at school, but Alex was very impressed by his presence and almost never spoke with him. It was Sarah who suggested that he offers to him a set of three pink pacifiers. So instead of putting his thumb in his mouth, he could suc-k a dummy when he was stressed.
Maria congratulated Liam on this thoughtful gift and promised that Alex would always use it to sleep.
Alex thanked Uncle Liam in his cute baby voice and affectionately embraced his legs.

Sarah had found him a fancy polaire onesie representing a pink unicorn with a rainbow on the horn and a bright pink heart on the stomach. Maria promised the guests that they would see him wearing it at beddy-bye time!
Alex kissed his Auntie Sarah and thanked her with his baby lisp, adding that it was a perfect outfit for a sissy baby.

Emma's gift was a set of art supplies. It included colored pencils, markers, and a sketchbook. Alex loved to draw and paint, so he was thrilled to have some new tools to work with. Maria promised that he would start by using it to offer a thank you drawing to each guest.
Alex confirmed and added that he would design beautiful outfits for each of his aunties and beautiful drawings of his muscular uncles. He blushed as he said it.

Lilly gave him a box of makeup, washable with water. Maria offered to use it right away, and it was with pretty pink lips, painted eyelids and glitter on his cheeks that Alex curtseyed in thanks.
A perfect gift that made him feel like a little sissy dolly!

When he opened his mommy's gift, Alex didn't understand what it was about. These pink straps, closed and connected to some sort of leash, were unlike anything he knew. Sarah laughingly recognized it as a baby harness! The girls had seen pictures of such an object before, and even thought that it was not a very appropriate way to treat a child.
Bit if you could think that being on a leash is not a good thing for a “normal” child, it was on the contrary a reassuring object for her Alex, he who always feared being lost. She could attach the leash to her shopping cart and thus have more freedom in the supermarket. She could even tie him to a pole in the garden and give him a new space where he could stay even without an adult always supervising.
Jake looked at the retractable leash and pointed out that it could keep baby from getting too close to the road when he was skipping ahead.
Alex confirmed with a big smile that it was indeed a perfect gift for a dum-dum sissy baby wimp like him and thanked his mommy with a big kiss.

It was finally time to open Jake's present. Alex felt his heart race as he tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a shimmering pink leotard with a matching tutu. The leotard was covered in sequins and had short puff sleeves. The tutu was made of layers of tulle in various shades of pink, and it had a glittery waistband. The outfit also included a pair of pink ballet slippers and a matching headband with a pink bow. It was completed with a pair of pink and sparkly tights, which shimmered in the light.
He gasped “Thank you so much, Uncle Jake!”, feeling a rush of happiness.
Jake smiled at him, his eyes warm and kind. “I know how much you like sissy girly outfits, Alex. And I also know how much you like dancing for me or your aunties...”
Alex asked his mommy's permission to try it. Maria undressed him and Jake put the outfit on him.
“You're like a real-life ballerina!” Sarah exclaimed.
“We should put you on the cake!” added Rose, making everyone laugh.

Besides, it was time to eat the cake. Maria cut the portions, letting Alex serve the plates to each guest, with the obligatory little curtsey each time.
His plate only contained an ultra-thin slice of cake, Maria believing that he should not “overdo” with sugar. But he didn't even have the opportunity to fully enjoy it. While he was kneeling in front of the coffee table where he had placed his plate, Rose playfully pushed his head into it. She held his head to make him eat the contents, except what was smeared on his face, without a spoon.
Maria exclaimed that she was one hell of a funny little girl, as Alex tried to force a smile.
Amelia cleaned him off, she should have been a little embarrassed by her little sister's behavior, but she couldn't help but laugh at her prank.
Alex offered his guests cookies that he had prepared himself. Of course, he hadn't put them in the oven, but he had mixed the batter and put it in the cake pans.
He moved around the living room, carefully holding the plate so that everyone was served. When it was empty, Lilly noticed that he hadn't had any. This was on purpose, Maria having forbidden him chocolate, too strong for his fragile body she thought.
Lilly suggested that Alex lick her fingers, to at least taste his preparation. Maria agreed, and soon Alex was crawling around licking each of his guests' hands... even those of Auntie Rose, who had stuck her finger up her nose a few seconds earlier!

As the weather was nice, Maria decided to continue the party in the garden. It was an opportunity to try out his harness. She tied him to a pole in the middle of the garden and everyone played a game of approaching him and moving away, calling for him to give him a hug, positioning themselves just too far away for him to reach them.
Maria put on some preschool party music and invited everyone to dance. Although trapped by his leash, Alex was thrilled to be able to dance in his new outfit, he couldn't turn and twirl, but he could hop, shake his little butt, wave his arms to the music. He felt his heart skip a beat as Jake walked over to him and asked him, extending his hand “Alex, would you like to dance with me?”
Alex felt his cheeks flush with excitement as he took Jake's hand. The two of them stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a gentle gaze. Alex felt like he was flying, his worries and fears melting away in the magic of the moment.
As the song came to an end, Jake pulled Alex close and whispered in his ear.
“You're an amazing dancer, Alex. I'm so glad I came to your party.”

As the party wound down, Alex's mom suggested they watch a cartoon. The group settled in on the couch with blankets and pillows, and Maria popped some popcorn. Alex snuggled up next to Jake, feeling happy and content. He felt his little caged doll struggling again.
After the twenty minute show ended, it was bath time for Alex.
The girls all volunteered to undress him, then rub him, rinse him and put him in his new diaper and plastic panties. Rose chooses his plastic panties, they were pink with multicolored polka dots. Sarah had the privilege of dressing him in his new outfit. And Uncle Liam stuck a pacifier in his mouth.
Jake fed him his little baby puree for dinner and gave him his bottle, followed by Rose for a second and a third one. Maria was sure she would have a wet diaper to change the next day!
Finally, Alex curtsied and kissed everyone good night.
After a big hug to Maria, Jake and Sarah accompanied him to his room to put him to bed and tell him a story.
He was already half asleep when he felt Sarah's kiss on his forehead and Jake's on his cheek.
But the last sound he heard distinctly was Rose's voice laughing and saying night-night to the sissy baby!

As it was still early, Maria suggested that the teenagers and Rose stay for dinner. She ordered pizzas and the party continued with laughing and chatting, while Rose watched a movie.
Sarah and Lilly took Jake discreetly.
“So, what's going on between you and Alex?”
Jake felt a bit embarrassed “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean” Lily chimed in. “He is madly in love with you. He can't take his eyes off of you.”
“Yes, I know, but what do you want me to say?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Come on, you're always talking about how cute he is. Don't you have a crush on him?” Lily nodded in agreement.
“But come on girls! He's a baby! I'm his babysitter, nothing more!”
“Of course, now he's still a baby and we can't imagine him having a boyfriend. But he's going to grow up some day... And on that day, wouldn't you like to be his prince charming?”
Jake gave a small smile. Yes, that day, he hoped to be the one... But it was still a distant day and in the meantime, there was no question of talking dirty things about his so pure little one!
The girls agreed, but told him that he should talk to Maria so that she would notify him as a priority the day Alex would be ready.

He didn't need to tell her much.
She thanked him for behaving like a responsible young man.
Of course she would give her consent the day she thought that Alex could become a good little spouse.
And he would even have the right to keep the key to his little ballerina!

During this time, in his dream, Alex was dressed in a beautiful princess gown that he had never worn in the past. He couldn't help but twirl around in delight, but he suddenly felt blocked... It was the baby harness. All the guests at the ball looked at him and laughed. Some approached to push him. Others pretended to want to hug him, but ran away. A little girl shouted at him to get on all fours, she made fun of him by calling him a little dog.
Now some guests were petting him, but others were kicking him until he collapsed on the ground. Feet approached, voices told him to kiss them. While he was kissing everyone's feet and enduring the insults, people were throwing food at him.
He recognized Jake's foot. He raised his head. Jake was dressed in a dashing prince's outfit, with a royal blue coat and gold buttons that gleamed in the light. He looked at Alex with a gentle smile, and Alex felt his heart skip a beat.
Without a word, Jake picked him up and embraced him. He took Alex's hand in his. They began to dance, moving together in perfect synchronization. Alex felt like he was floating on air, his body weightless as they twirled and spun.
As the dance came to an end, Jake leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Alex's lips. Alex felt a rush of warmth spread through his body.
But suddenly he was in his ballerina outfit, locked in a cage. Jake was walking away. The cage was getting smaller and smaller. Alex had to cower on himself. His lower stomach was tickling. He needed to pee. A high-pitched little girl's voice tells him to pee his diaper like a little baby. He peed and laughter broke out.
Jake was watching him from afar, he was holding the hand of a grown girl. They laughed as they watched the little baby in his cage.
Alex woke up. He hugged his dolls and his teddy bear, he suc-ked his pacifier very hard. He needed to rub something against his diaper, he didn't know what or why. But with his unusable hands, his thick diaper and his closed pajamas, he couldn't do anything.
After a long time turning, he began to sing lullabies in his head. He eventually went back to sleep.

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:28:26 AM

Part 4: Someday my Prince...
As soon as the bell rang, Jake grabbed Alex's hand “Ready to go home sweety?” Alex's face lit up with a huge smile “Yes Mr. Jake!” It's been a while since he didn't had Jake all to himself for an entire evening. His dreams of Jake were multiplying, and so were his lower stomach pains. He had spoken about it to Maria, who was amused and had only given him more orange blossom water to calm him down in the evening.
Jake put the harness on him and they walked together onto the sidewalk, Alex skipping ahead and Jake blocking the leash when he was close to the road.
At home, Jake decided to dress the baby on a soft, flowing skirt made of pastel pink tulle. It clearly showed his almost matching ruffled plastic panties. On top, Alex wore a white cotton blouse featuring delicate ruffles on the sleeves. To complete the look, Jake chosed a pair of glittery silver ballet flats.
As Alex twirled around in front of the mirror, Jake exclaimed “Wow, honey, you look amazing!”, a wide smile spreading across his face. Alex beamed back at him. “Thank you, Mr. Jake! I feel really good in this outfit.” They spent the rest of the day playing games, doing crafts, and having fun.
A little before bath time, Alex and Jake sat down on the couch, with Alex snuggling up against Jake's shoulder. As they relaxed together, Jake complimented Alex on his princess look.
“Thank you Mr. Jake. I really do feel like a princess, Mr. Jake” Alex said with a smile.
“And then, are you expecting your prince charming to come along and sweep you off your feet?” Jake asked.
Alex blushed deeply, feeling his cheeks grow warm with embarrassment. He couldn't help but think about the multiple dreams in which he was a princess and Jake a prince.
Jake noticed Alex's blush and looked down at him, sensing that something was amiss. “What's wrong, princess?” he asked gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Alex hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to express the feelings that were bubbling up inside him. But then, summoning all his courage, he looked up at Jake with a hopeful expression.
“Mr. Jake”, he said, his voice soft and uncertain. “I know this might sound silly, but... I... I... would like you to be my prince.”
Jake smiled warmly. “Sweety, there is nothing silly at all. You are a very special person to me, and I care about you deeply”, he began, still holding Alex's hand. “But if I am your babysitter, that means that you are a baby, isnt'it? And babies doesn't have relationships with grow-ups, of course. For now, I have a responsibility to keep you safe and happy while your mommy is away. But I'm looking forward for you to grow up so I can be your prince!”
Alex listened to Jake's words, feeling a mix of emotions. He understood that he was just a baby, and he usually liked that, but he also couldn't deny the disappointment he felt. He knew that he wasn't ready to be a grown-up, and it wasn't up to him to decide, but he also couldn't shake the feelings he had for Jake.
After a few moments of silence, Alex took a deep breath and spoke up. “Thank you Mr. Jake. It's true I'm just a baby Sir”, he said softly. “I'm still scared to be home alone. I still feel like a little baby... But I hope when Mommy thinks I'm ready, she'll let you know Mr. Jake.”
As they hugged, Alex felt the warmth spreading through his chest.
“I love you, Mr. Jake”, Alex whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you too, baby” Jake replied, pulling back from the hug and giving him a gentle smile.
Feeling emboldened by Jake's affection, Alex leaned forward and planted a kiss on Jake's lips. It was a brief, soft kiss, but it was enough to send a thrill through his body.
Jake pulled back, looking at him with surprise, but also with a hint of amusement. “You're really something, princess” he said, shaking his head slightly.
Alex blushed, feeling both nervous and thrilled at the same time. "Please forgive me Sir, will you punish me?” he said, the voice a little fearful.
“I think for your punishment, I'm going to put you in your place. Get on your knees and massage my feet, sissy.”
Alex complied. It was anything but a punishment for him. He deeply smelled his prince's feet and entered into a trance. This amused Jake even more.
“Rub, rub well with your hands, good, there you go, again, yes, like that. And now... What are you doing? Do you want to smell my feet again? My sweaty feet? My stinking feet? Do you like this smell, huh? It's the smell of a real man, not a little sissy like you, is it? Go ahead, smell the scent of a man. Do you want to lick my feet? Go ahead, lick your Sir's feet, oh yes, go ahead, it tickles me, it's funny. And you too are funny, you little sissy.”
Alex always wanted more. He wanted to lick, smell, rub, kiss his master... But it was almost bath time.
“Stop now, let's go to your room to prepare your dollies for the night, while I run your bath.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir” Alex replied with a curtsey.

Being responsible, Jake made a full report to Maria. He was afraid that she would reproach him, but he preferred that she find out from him. After all, Alex told her everything. Fortunately, Maria was amused by the description of the scene. She found it funny that her little baby was in this permanent state of frustration, especially in the presence of his crush.

The following days, Alex tried to ask Maria when she thought he would no longer be a little baby. He only received evasive answers... And when he dared to insist a little, the threat of a piece of soap in his mouth made him give up his courage.

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:33:38 AM

Part 5: Another sissy
Alex was surprised the day when, after school, his mommy didn't take him home, but to an unknown place.
At the entrance to the building was written “Ballet Class” in bright pink letters.
When he walked into the studio, holding Mommy's hand tighly, he was greeted by a warm smile from his ballet teacher, Mrs. Johnson.
“Welcome, Alex!” she said. "I'm so glad you're here. We have a great class today, and I'm excited to see you dance."
Maria took him to the boys' locker room, where she undressed him. When he was only dressed in his diaper, a young boy entered. He must have been the age of Alex's classmates.
“Oh sorry!” Max said when he saw Maria and Alex.
“Hello, you must be Max” said Maria, who introduced herself to him as Mrs. Williams.
Max introduced himself politely, with a bow, as Mrs. Johnson had taught him.
She introduced him to Alex, telling him that from now on he would no longer be the only boy in the class.
The two boys waved shyly to each other, and Maria took out the dance outfit she had bought for Alex.
It consisted of a white leotard, like a girl's swimsuit, decorated with small ruffles on the shoulders. The tights, also white, had lace at the waist.
She signaled to Max that he could also change in her presence. Max obeys, while intently watching this new boy in diapers being dressed by his mom.
“Thank you Mommy” Alex said once she had put on his little pink slippers.
Max's outfit was nowhere near as cheerful. It consisted of a white t-shirt, gray tights and black slippers.
He looked in awe at his new classmate's outfit.

Maria approached told him that Alex was very nervous about starting ballet. To tell the truth, he hadn't told her anything, since he had only discovered this new activity when he arrived, but It shouldn't be wrong, since everything made Alex anxious.
Max told him that everything was going to be okay, that he could even help him. “I've been dancing for a few years now, so if you have any questions or need any help, just let me know.”
Maria asked him if he would like to accompany Alex to the room by giving him his hand, which Max did. He was surprised by the request, but Maria's tone was such that he could not refuse.
“Yes Mrs. Williams” he said, bowing his head respectfully and taking Alex's hand. He found him so beautiful with his outfit.

There were a few laughs from the girls when they saw the two boys arriving. And even more so when Mrs. Johnson introduced Alex and everyone saw his diaper, and even, even more when he greeted them with a very gracious and feminine curtsy.
A girl named Daphne whispered in Max's ear that he too should learn to curtsy like a little sissy, and that he must surely be jealous of his new boyfriend's ruffles and lace!
Max lowered his head and moved closer to Mrs. Johnson. The nearer he was to her, the less the girls dared to tease him. Or at least, they would be less mean.
Alex felt grateful for Max's offer of help. He was impressed by his dancing skills and excited to learn from him. Throughout the class, Mrs. Johnson guided the students through various ballet techniques and movements, and both Alex and Max worked hard to perfect their form.
The girls laughed at his feminine ways, but also at his its slowness to keep up with the rhythm. He looked like a little clumsy child, an oversized baby.

During the break, around the middle of class, they rushed towards him. They seemed to want to get to know each other, but spoke to him while openly making fun of him, to compliment him on his outfit.
When he told them that it was “Mommy” who had chosen it for him and that he found it very pretty too, they burst out laughing.
Daphne pressed her hands against his crotch and confirmed that he was indeed wearing diapers! She asked him if “Mommy” put his diaper on him and he nodded, and again when she asked him if he peed and pooped in it.
A girl asked him if it was also “Mommy” who taught him to curtsy like a ballerina and he replied that yes, she made him practice certain gestures in front of a mirror, or even songs and dances.
That was all it took for them to ask for a demonstration. In front of a laughing audience, he sang “I’m a little teapot”.
Mrs. Johnson, who was watching the scene with Maria, ended his humiliation because the break time was up.
She motioned for Max, who had remained to the side the whole time, to stand in the middle of the room.
At the end of the class, Mrs. Johnson applauded the students' hard work and progress. She praised Alex for his efforts, addressing him as if he were a toddler.

Back in the locker room, Max continued to look at Alex.
Maria asked him if he liked his outfit. Max said yes, a lot. She asked him if he wanted to caress the fabric, the ruffles and the lace.
Max passed his slightly trembling hand over the outfit of his comrade, who was standing still.
They heard a loud burst of laughter. It was Daphne, who looking through the half-open door, shouted to her classmates that the sissies were about to make out!
Maria burst out laughing and asked him to come in, as she continued to undress Alex.
“Hello Daphne, I'm Maria, Alex's Mommy. You seem like a girl who is very good at dancing...”
Daphne was a little embarrassed, but she thanked her for the compliment.
“You also seem to have great authority over the children, would you like to come to my house to give lessons to my little Alex?”
Daphne wondered if the offer was real. But Maria continued in all seriousness. She explained her without restraint that Alex was a very effeminate boy, not a real boy in fact but a sissy, that he was a big baby, still in diapers and that he was not very good neither at school or at sports. But he was very obedient and could therefore easily do whatever she told him. She even told her about the wages she would pay her, and the punishments she would have right to give him!
Mrs. Johnson entered the room and reassured her, it was not a trap, it was she who had recommended her to Alex's mommy as a personal teacher.
Maria asked Daphne if saturday was good for her.

Then, she turned to Max who had quickly got dressed and offered him to come spend the weekend with Alex. Max was surprised by the offer. He felt a very strong attraction to Alex, and an obligation to obey Mrs. Williams... But Daphne was his greatest terror!
“Look at Alex's pretty outfit. Do you like his pretty shirt? Do you like his round collar with all this little flowers? Would you like to pass your hand over the velvet of his little shorts? And over his flesh-colored tights? I know sissies like that.”
For Daphne, this sissy outfit would have been the icing on the cake, if Max hadn't started to carress the pansy boy with a blissful look.
“Wouldn't you like to come over and try on some cute outfits like Alex's too?”
Max replied that he should ask his parents... But suddenly his mother Jane entered the locker room. She greeted Mrs Johnson and Maria, the two women semmed to know each other.
She introduced herself to Daphne as Jane, the mother of her “little friend Max” with a smirk.
Then Maria introduced Alex to her and asked her son to curtsy to say hello to Mrs. Robinson.
“So it’s settled” Jane announced. “Max will come to your house on Saturday morning and we will pick him up on Sunday afternoon. He can play with his little boy friend and attend Miss Daphne's ballet lesson!”
And she asked Max to say thank you to Mrs. Williams, to say goodbye to Mrs. Johnson, to his boy friend, and to Miss Daphne. Max obeyed and bowed to each of them without understanding what was happening.

On the following Saturday, Max's mom dropped him off at Alex's house and walked him to the front door to meet Maria. “Thank you so much for inviting Max” she said with a smile. “It's time he discovered his true nature.”
Max's mother hadn't explained much to him. When Max had asked her why he had to spend part of his weekend with his bully, and calle her Miss, or why Mrs. Williams had called him a sissy, and why she treated her son like a baby, she had simply told him that he would understand later. He wanted to rebel, but he had an irrepressible desire to be with Alex, to see his clothes and his home...
Finally, his mother made him promise that he would obey all the rules of the house without the slightest hesitation. In any case, Mrs. Williams impressed him so much that he would not have been able to refuse anything she told him.

And so, while showing him around, Mrs. Williams introduced Max to the rules of the house: not to speak unless being spoken to, not to leave the playpen when she puts him in, never enter a dangerous room alone such as the kitchen and bathrooms, and in any case, never be alone outside the playpen or the baby's room.
Alex showed him how to climb the stairs crawling and he followed him. Everything seemed a little crazy to him, but the promise to his mother and the authority of Mrs. Williams made him obey.
His eyes widened when he saw Alex's room. It was like a dream. It was impossible. It looked so much like the room he secretly dreamed of at night, when he imagined himself dressed as a baby girl. The pink canopy bed! The dolls! The baby dresses in the open wardrobe! He had fantasized so much all this! He had even drawn it, in his secret drawing cardboard.
First thing, Maria undressed him. Since babies couldn't go to the bathroom alone, he had to have protection just in case.
While he was lying naked, she asked Alex to put one of his pacifiers in his mouth. She noticed how his little wee-wee tried to do pointe, but assured him it wouldn't last, witch he didn't understand.
Then she showed him Alex's different dresses, skirts and blouses. She hesitated, then chose a pretty white dress with lots of lace and a taffeta petticoat, as Max seemed to like soft materials.
When he was ready, she positioned him in front of the bedroom mirror. Mechanically, he grabbed the edges of his dress and made a small curtsy.
Then he turned back to Maria and muttered something like "Thank you Mrs. Williams" through his pacifier.

Maria left them in the room to go to work, suggesting that they put on makeup and paint their nails... Which they did with delight.
“You like being treated like that?” Max asked, as Alex applied him pink nail polish.
Alex shrugged. Yes, he loved his life, his dresses, his toys, his makeup, his Mommy... Yes, he loved being treated like that.
He returned the question. Max hesitated. For the first time he admitted his fantasies of being treated like a baby and dressed like a little girl. But he was already such a target from his comrades that he could never cope with living like this permanently!
With Alex, he felt like he could say anything. Even that he found him pretty and cute, even that he wanted to kiss him.
They took a break from their make-out session to hug. Then Alex applied some powder on Max's face to make it look smooth, he added some blush on his cheeks and some eye shadow to bring out his eyes, and of course some pink lipstick. Max was amazed at how different he looked. He thanked him with a new hug.
When it was Max's turn to do Alex's makeup, he was a bit hesitant. He had never done it before and he didn't want to mess it up. But Alex encouraged him and helped him every step of the way. Together, they tried different colors and techniques, and soon they were both covered in glitter and laughing, and cuddling.
Max realized that he had never felt so free and confident before. As they hugged, they started to caressed and then to kissed each other, on the cheeks, in the neck, on their faces, on their tummies, hands, arms, shoulders, on their feet, their knees, their crotches and butts... Then on the lips. And Max spasmed. His diaper filled with fluid that wasn't pee.

Alex was scared and called his Mommy, who arrived quickly. She reassured Alex that his friend was fine and changed his diaper. She applied a piece of cotton soaked in alcohol to his little button. He let out a feminine moan of pain and surprise. She closed the new diaper, smiling.
When she was gone, Alex showed Max his dolls. The first one was baby Emily, he was her mommy. The other doll was Little Miss Rosie, the new addition to his collection that he had received for his birthday. He explained Max that she was not a baby like them, but a big girl to whom they owed respect. And they both curtseyed to her.
Max addressed her with downcast eyes. “You're beautiful, Little Miss Rosie” he said, admiring her fancy pink dress and her big blue eyes. He curtsied again and took baby Emily in his arms to give her a hug. He smiled and gently put her down.
Alex suggested they play mommy and baby. Max's face lit up with excitement at the idea.
Max was the baby, and Alex played the role of the loving mommy. He gave him a baby bottle.  “Here, you need to drink your milk first” he said, holding out the bottle to Max. “Then we can change your diaper.”
Max played along and drank his baba while Alex held him gently. Then Alex led him over to the play mat on the floor, where he pretended to change his diaper.
They both giggled and laughed as they played, fully immersed in their imaginary world.
When Maria entered the room, she found Alex tickling his baby, and Max giggling uncontrollably.
They stood up and greeted her with a curtsey.
Max's little button had grown again.

She took them downstairs for lunch. Alex's bib was pink with a princess on it. Max's was purple with a fairy. She had reheated some unappetizing vegetable purees. She fed Max while Alex managed as best he could with a small plastic spoon.
At the end, as Alex struggled to finish his small plate, she gave it to him with the same spoon that had served Max. She also used it to alternately give them their dessert cream. After wiping them with their bibs, she took them to the playpen so they could drink their bottles of sugar water.
Back in the room, seeing that their diapers were dry, she put them in pajamas for their nap. She dressed Max in the unicorn pajamas given by Sarah and Alex with a white onesie with pink seams. She put their pacifiers in their mouths, swapping the ones they had had in the morning.
It didn't take long for the two sissies to fall asleep, snuggled up against each other.
Max was fidgeting when she came back to wake them.
“Weren’t you sleeping baby Max?” she asked.
“No Mrs. Williams, I had a new accident, like the one I had earlier, you know, while dreaming... And I need to go potty.”
She laughed, telling him that his diaper was made for that, but he told her he needed to do number 2 and didn't want to bother Alex with the smell.
She woke up Alex and made him to get on all fours on the floor, then asked Max to do the same. She placed Alex's nose against Max's diaper, telling him to breathe carefully through his nose, and told Max to do his little poop.
When Max had finished, she sternly explained to him that little babies like him should not hold back like grown ups, nor be bothered by smells. A confused Max apologized to her.
Then she swapped positions and asked Alex to do a little poop in his diaper too, while Max inhaled the scent.
Then she undressed them, except for their diapers, and made them crawl into the garden. She told them to do roulades and roll around in the grass. She noticed that Max was waddling in his diaper, not daring to touch his crotch, but in a state of excitement which ended when he had a little spasm again. The third in a few hours!
Finally, each of them had to clean the other lying on the grass with wipes. From a distance, she cleaned them a little more with the garden hose. She insisted that each give a little kiss on the other's pee-pee and fanny.
Max was impressed to see his friend's cage. He wondered if he too would end up locked up like this.

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:37:24 AM

Part 5 (continued)
She did not dress them again and made them wait, shivering, huddled together, for the arrival of their teacher. Miss Daphne burst out laughing when she saw them.
After talking to Mrs. Johnson, she knew that the sissies mothers didn't wand to punish her for her bullying against Max, but on the contrary they offered her the opportunity to have even more fun!
She also knew about the rules of the house, as well as the obligation for a new babysitter, or here a new teacher, to show her little pupils the punishments she could give them.

Max didn't take this news well!
Thanks to his sobbing, the spanking session last more time. He ended up with twenty hand and hairbrush spanks and ten with the flogger. And Daphne put all her strength into it! For good measure, Alex received the same amount, although he had not forgotten to count and thank for each spanking.
After she had feld their mouths with soap and scraped it methodically on their teeth, the boys were sobbing. Miss Daphne's high-pitched laughter would haunt them for a long time.
She left them in the corner for a good hour and after hearing their thanks, she didn't offer them rinsing their mouths, or any ointment, let alone a hug... But more laugh and insults.

Alex wore the outfit given to him by Uncle Jake. The outfit that Max discovered consisted of a pink glittered leotard and tights, and fushia tutu and fairy wings on the back.
As at lunch, they were the princess and the fairy, and it was these nicknames that they had to answer their mistress.
Armed with a stick, she corrected the slightest of their mistakes, even imaginary, with a sharp blow on the thighs, the hands or anywhere, including the boy who was next to the “offender”, in the correct position. She did not hesitate to use the crudest language, calling them fagots, sissies, pansies and so on.
The two boys didn't stop crying. Alex looked towards his mommy. Max wanted his to come get him.
He begged Mrs. Williams to stop the lesson, to call his parents, to let him go. Maria put him on her knees, took his pants off and gave him ten spanks with the hairbrush, then Daphne did the same, then he finished the lesson with the foamy bar of soap still in his mouth, before going to the corner after thanking his teacher with a curtsy, then kneeling down to kiss her feet.
Alex said goodbye to her the same way. He had at least escaped the spankings and the soap.
Miss Daphne would see them soon, at the next ballet class during the week and then the following week for the next private lesson!

Both boys were broken. Maria took them to bathe, then, finally, allowed them to rub ointment on each other's butts and rinse their mouths to remove last remaining bits of soap.
She served them a very frugal dinner. They were happy to go to bed. After reading a short story, she turned off the light. Max was crying, Alex comforted him by kissing and caressing him tenderly.
In the evening, Maria sent to Max's parents the photos and videos of the day, mainly taken by the camera baby monitor which recorded everything in Alex's bedroom. She accompanied them with a comment explaining that if their son had let this happen, he was a real wimp and submissive sissy. Jane replied to agree!
As for the photos and videos of the two boys cuddling, playing mother and baby and kissing, added to the three squirtings, left no doubt about the sexuality of their little queer son. They already had no doubt about this, especially Max's dad, Ben, after discovering his son's secret drawings.
Jane had spoken with Mrs. Johnson about her son's tendencies when they were discussing the teasing Max was the victim of. And Kathy Johnson was an old friend of Maria. She knew everything about her sissy son. It was she who introduced the two women to each other and gave them the idea of testing the level of submission and sissyness of Max, including woith involving Daphne, the bully from her class.

After their spoon-fed breakfast and bottle-feeding in the playpen, the two boys were again dressed left in Alex's room.
Alex wore a purple velvet pleated skirt with a matching cardigan and a white blouse with a pretty purple braid. You could see his white plastic panties and if he leaned over you could fully read the word “Sissy” written on his butt.
Max wore a bright pink long-sleeved dress with lace at the cuffs and a skirt like a tutu that went very high. His pink plastic panties with hearts were completely visible, even under his white tights.
Alex wanted to kiss all the little hearts in Max's panties and Max wanted to kiss the letters of the word Sissy.
After getting so excited, they each took a doll to brush her hair. Alex talked about his Uncle Jake, about the dreams in which he was dressed as a princess and he was dancing with his prince, and about his little pee-pee locked who was trying to do pointes...
Then Alex asked Max if he felt the same way about anyone. Max replied that he was troubled by the muscular boys at his school... Even if he was afraid of them above all! They talked about what they liked in a boy. They both found the sporty, confident boys attractive, and they shared their dreams of finding their own “Prince Charming.”
Maria added this conversation to the files to send to Ben and Jane.

When his mom came to pick up Max after naptime, finding him being changed by Alex in the playpen after yet another “number 3 accident”, she took him in her arms and asked him how the weekend had gone.
He started to cry. He was ashamed of the outfit his mother saw him in. As if waking up from a dream, he told her that he wanted to go home and forget what had happened. He said he didn't know what had come over him, but he didn't want to be a baby girl at all.
She looked at him sternly and told him that little sissies who lie should have their mouths washed out with soap. And she showed him the drawings he had made of himself as a baby girl.
“I think it looks a lot like what you imagined” she said to him. And she laughed!
He was so shocked! She knew his secret! And it made her laugh! His own mom laughed at him!
She suddenly became serious again. She grabbed his ear and told him all the obvious truths he had wanted to hide.
Didn't he liked dressing up as a baby girl? It was obvious yes, his little dic-ky proved it.
Didn't he enjoyed cuddling with sissy Alex? Of course yes! Even if he was mainly waiting for a real manly man to take care of him like a pathetic little shemale pantywaist.
Didn't he liked to play dolls and tea parties? Without the slightest doubt! Like any simpering sissy girly girl.
Had he liked Madame Daphne's severity? Surely not. But that was the price of being a sissy baby!

She took the flogger and positioned it to receive the spanking.
After one stroke, she made him admit that he was a sissy, because no real boy would agree to wear little baby dresses or be spanked by a girl!
After two strokes, she made him admit that he was a wimp, that he was the laughing stock of all the girls in his dance class and all the kids at his school.
After three strokes, she made him admit that he was lucky to have a mom who loved him despite all the shame he brought her by being a sissy wimp.
After four strokes, she made him admit that he was lucky his dad didn't beat him for being a faggot.
After five strokes, she made him admit that he was so stupide to try to hide his fantasies, as if no one would realize what a little fairy he was.
After six strokes, she made him admit what he was doing watching his drawings, in his bed... And that these kinds of pleasures were reserved for real big boys, not little girlies like him.
After seven strokes, she made him admit how he pleasured himself like a female by inserting objects she had found in his hiding place... And that these pleasures were not for babies like him.
She added three for being a dirty - clac! - little - clac! - pervert - clac!

And so, she presented him with a cage similar to Alex's and made him ask her to lock up his little sausage to avoid any further new squirties. With sobs in his voice, he begged and thanked her once his little ballerina was caged.
She also told him that it was his father who had found the drawings first and who had convinced her to agree to introduce him to another sissy boy.
His parents had long since given up on the idea of having a real boy. They now hoped to see their little sissy girl blossom.
She sent him in front of the mirror repeating “I'm a dum-dum sissy baby wimp, I shame my parents, please forgive me for being a dum-dum sissy baby wimp...” and “Thank you Mommy for locking up my little pee-pee so that I no longer have male pleasures, because I don't deserve them. Only real boys deserve male pleasures. And I'm anything but a real boy.”
When he got home, he wasn't even surprised to see the changes that had been made in his room over the two days. On his new pink side bars bed, his dad had left lying a beautiful pink princess dress, with very puffy sleeves, sparkly sequins and layers of tulle that flowed like a dream.
But what surprised Max was his dad's huge smile as he held out the dress to his son. “I thought this would be perfect for you, my sissy boy” he said.
He took the dress and held it up against his body, admiring the way it shimmered in the light. He felt like a real princess, and he couldn't wait to put it on.
“Thank you, Daddy” Max said, his voice filled with gratitude. “This is the best gift ever.”
He fell into his daddy's arms and his mommy joined them in their embrace.
He asked them for forgiveness and promised that he would be the best sissy he could be, that he would always obey his superiors, real boys and real girls.

He very quickly got used to his new sissy diet, to his permanent diapers, to his new infantile and effeminate outfits.
Of course, there were a lot punishments at first, when he forgot the basic rules like not talking, not walking without being held by hand, not helping himself to food, or always saying Daddy and Mommy. The red marks on his little buttocks did not have time to disappear for several weeks and the large white soap purchased for the occasion melted quickly.
But his father, once so cold and distant, had become much more tender with his new “daughter”. Max only had to look at him with his sweet eyes, or give him a cute little curtsy by lifting up his petticoat so that Daddy would take him in his arms and pamper him.
If Jane hadn't been careful to maintain the strict rules, Ben would no doubt have let himself be wrapped around his little finger. Max would never have left his lap, he would have stuffed him with baby bottles and biscuits, he would have bought any dress, romper or baby hat, or the slightest doll accessory admired in a store window, he would have read him multiple stories before bed and he would never have spanked him. Ben too was getting perfectly used to his new role, that of Daddy to a perfect little girly girl. Talented at carpentry, he made him a high chair and playpen out of painted pink wood. A way of agreeing to give up the son in his image that he never had. And when Alex was invited for a playdate he also referde to Mr. Robinson as his Daddy. Ben had two little sugar and spice little sissies.

The following term, Max changed schools to join Alex's. He became the second pet of the class.
The only bullying he still had to endure was at his ballet class and in Miss Daphne's private lessons, but he had Alex by his side, and he had accepted that it was the normal price for being a little pansy.

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:42:31 AM

Part 6: Other humiliations
During Miss Daphne's dance class, Sarah had felt a mixture of amusement and embarrassment.
Fun to see the two sissies so scared and deferential towards the young girl, trying their best not to give her an excuse to punish them, while knowing that they would end up humiliated and degraded no matter what.
Embarassed by the violence of some of the sticks beatings, and even saddened by the sobbing of the two boys.
However, the thanks of the two little ballerinas to their mistress seemed genuine. The ardor they put into kissing her feet proved it. The two wimps really seemed to love their little pink tutus, tights and extremely tight leotards that gave them a permanent wedgie through their ballet pull-ups. These humiliation sessions revived their state of permanent arousal.
They particularly appreciated the moments when their tormentor allowed them to hug and caress each other to comfort, and when she allowed them to give each other little kisses, or when she ordered them to give little licks like two little injured animals.
Miss Sarah nevertheless recognized the relief in their eyes when Miss Daphne left the house, leaving them in the hands of their evening babysitter.
During their bath, she was particularly tender with them. When she creamed them and put them in their night clothes, she spoke as if they were real little babies and they responded with little infant babbles.
The whole evening was just cuddles and games on all fours with their stuffed animals, dolls and rattles.

Sometimes, after school, it was Auntie Sarah who invited herself to the house, especially when Maria had to look after Max as well.
She watched them dancing, playing with dolls, and she joined them to do each other's nails and makeup. They would play Queen and princesses, and they would be her ladies in waiting. Alex brushed her hair while Max massaged her feet, Max painted her nails while Alex massaged her shoulders, Alex painted her toes while Max danced for her...
Sometimes, all the aunties were at home, and the living room was transformed into a real beauty salon, with two little servants obeying their queens.
Maria's house was the haunt of the gang of friends. When the teenagers wanted to chill, to talk to each other quietly, listen to music or play video games, they sent the two babies to the bedroom, often under the supervision of their Auntie Rose.
“Look Jake!” she said one day when he had come to see if everything was going well in the room. “Sissies show their respect to their superiors!” And indeed, while Max was kneeling and kissing her feet, Alex was face down in front of Little Miss Rosie.
“So what about me?” Jake asked.
“Go greet your Uncle Jake like good sissy slaves!” cried the little girl.
And the two boys crawled up to the young man's feet. Max gave many little kisses to his sock, while Alex licked and suc-ked on the other one.
When Amelia called her little sister to come home, Jake sat on the bed to read a story to the two boys. Max and Alex eagerly snuggled up to Uncle Jake, feeling safe and comforted in the strong arms of their classmate.
These moments were what gave meaning to their lives. Even if they have had any choice, they would have accepted any torture for the prospect of a hand passed through their hair by a kind auntie, for a kiss from their mothers, for the feeling of a strong uncle's breathing on the back of their neck, for a hug in the arms of their Daddy, for a very exceptional kind word from Miss Daphne, which meant the world to them, for a condescending smile from their peers or teatchers.

Sissies could also be at the center of teenagers' games. Like the game of “Would you rather?”.
“Sissy Max, would you rather... Never get spanked again, but at the same time never get kisses and hugs from your parents again... Or spanks every day and one hug a month?”
“A hug every month Auntie Sarah! I couldn't live without hugs from Mommy and Daddy, even once a month!”
“Sissy Alex, would you rather... go play in the park in your shortest dress and be forced to poop in your diaper in front of all the kids who make fun of you, and be cleaned with a garden hose, but I would give you a kiss in beddy-bye time... Or stay all day cuddling your stuffed animals, but go to bed without a kiss?”
“The first Uncle Jake! I would do anything for your kiss before sleeping... Besides, the children would surely enjoy seeing me dirty my diaper at the park!”
“Okay, then... would you rather get... Humiliation in the park, or my kiss before sleeping?”
“Oh Uncle Jake! I would prefer your kiss to anything else, but it would be selfish of me not to amuse the children who like to make fun of me, and to bother you to come and give me a kiss in my bed...”
“Sissy Max, would you rather... smell my sneakers after my workout, or sleep with a bar of soap in your mouth instead of your pacifier?”
“Oh Uncle Liam! I love the smell of your feet and shoes so much, especially after your workout!”
“Okay! So, would you rather... smell my sneakers or eat a nice fruitcake?”
“Your sneakers Uncle Liam! Always your sneakers ! Pwease, sissy love Uncle Liam goody smelly shoesies...”
“Sissy Alex, would you prefer... Let us fill your diaper with applesauce and Sissy Max come and eat it on you... Or inversely, is it you who licks the applesauce from Sissy Max?”
“Oh Auntie Emma, this one is hard! Well... I believe I'd rather lick baby Max, because I love him and I love applesauce soo much!”
“I have one! Sissies, would you rather... Have ballet lessons with Miss Daphne every day instead of school... Or become Auntie Rose's little puppies, staying on all fours all time, sleeping in a kennel, lapping up to eat and drink, barking instead of talking, being trained to sit, stand, lay down?”
“Well, Auntie Amelia... It would be up to Mommy to decide what's best for me... But Miss Rose would turn us into cute puppies!”
“Woof, woof!” Max added in his high-pitched voice as he knelt down, arms bent and hands forward.

The years passed. To their routine, the boys saw the addition of complete, almost daily hair removal. Training bras were added to their outfits.
Miss Rose became Miss Daphne's assistant. Armed with her own stick, she inflicted double punishment on them under the approving gaze of her elder.
The two girls together had no limits to their imagination. It was Rose who had the idea of coating their pacifiers with bitter nail polish, and forcing them to smile in their playpen by suc-king them.
It was Daphne who had the idea of tying them naked with their harnesses in winter to the garden pole and watering them with the hose... And of leaving them in full sun on a summer day, dressed in thick layers of wool clothing.
It was together that they imagined a relay race by crawling in the garden, passing a piece of soap through their mouths.
It was Daphne again who had the idea of pretending to open their cages with their keys by caressing them and speaking to them gently, then closed their diapers and put them to bed in a state of pure arousal.
And it was Rose who pushed their faces into the ground at the dog park and made them bite the dust...
Each of their visits was expected with cold sweats and shakings as they would meant the certainty that the boys would shed tears. It was even one of the girl's games, to see which one would make a sissy cry first, sometimes without even touching them, only by shouting and insulting.
But Alex and Max also loved their mistresses, almost as much as the grown-ups who were nicer to them. Was it their fear, their natural submission, their permanent state of frustration, their acceptance of their place as inferiors? The fact remains that they were always more compliant, that they did not hesitate to point out their faults themselves and ask for their punishment...

Alex's academic failure finally ended when Maria pulled him out of school. She had him hired in the beauty salon to which she had taken him several times. The members of the crew knew him very well and learned to treat him like their little maid, always keeping him under their supervision and forbidding him from near irons, scissors and other dangerous objects. He was the little darling of the staff and the customers, which didn't mean he had it easy.
The slightest oversight when sweeping the broom, the slightest forgetting to curtsy as soon as he opened his mouth to respond to an order or a question, the slightest mistake when passing makeup products... Resulted in punishment. A spanking in the back of the store, a torrent of humiliating insults among customers, a deprivation of lunch or potty privilege... This was his almost daily routine during the first months.
The children of some regular customers knew how to take advantage of it.
“Sissy, I want a glass of water!”
“Yes Miss! Right away Miss!”
“Oops! I "accidentally" spilled my water on the floor! Sissy, get on all fours and clean up!”
“Yes Miss! Of course Miss!”
“Hurry up! You have to get me another glass of water!”
“Yes Miss! Please forgive me Miss!”
“Sissy? Did you forget to curtsy when answering me?”
“Oh please forgive me Miss, I'm a naughty sissy! Please would you be so kind as to punish me Miss?”
“Go back on the floor sissy! You hadn't finished wiping the water! You little pig!”
“Oh yes Miss! I beg your forgiveness Miss! I am a naughty little pig!”
“Growl pig! Get on all fours and growl!”
“Yes Miss! Oink, oink, oink!”
“And now, clean up piggy!
"Yes Miss! Oink, oink, oink!"
“You forgot to get up and curtsy again, piggy!”
“Oh please forgive me Miss! I am nothing but a dum-dum sissy Miss!”
“Don't get up! Get back on all fours and clean up you idiot!”
And that's how Alex found himself getting spanked multiple time by a little girl within general hilarity... Before being punished in the end of the day for all the fuss he had created in the store, and again at home after his daily report.

In his turn Max stopped studying, also without any qualifications.
Mrs. Johnson agreed to hire him as her little assistant. Most of his work was tidying up her and the other teachers' belongings, serving them drinks, or cleaning the studio and locker rooms.
He also served as entertainment for young students who knew it was safe to torment him.
How could they take this young man in a diaper and little girl's outfit seriously anyway?
More than once, during a class break, he found himself tied to the exercise barre, receiving spanks or orders from children less than half his age!
The arrival of Madame Daphne as a young teacher was not unrelated to his degradation.
He now had to show the same deference to all the Little Misses in her classes.
“Why is the sissy waddling like that?”
“I don't know... Maybe because of the itching powder I put in his leotard and tights!”
“Oh, and with his arms in a bow, he can't scratch himself!”
“No, especially since he was forbidden to move!”
“Poor sissy! Stop moving sissy!”
Clack!
“Here, here’s a well-deserved blow to punish you for fidgeting like that.”
“Thank you Little Miss…”
Clack!
“Shut up! Stay still like a statue!”
“That’s right, pretty little pink ballerinas like you are meant to be seen, not heard!”
“Don't move. I'm going to place this book on your head. Watch out if it moves or falls!”
“I wonder how long he'll last... What if I tickle him here? Or pinch him like this? Hey sissy? Will you move? Will you cry?”
“Shhh... Wait for it...” ... “Boo!!”
“You startled, little wimp! The book fell. Prepare for a beating!”
When his Daddy came to pick him up in the evening, Daphne herself told him about the torments he had suffered and Ben laughed while hugging his sissy son against him.
If his bottom was really too red, he would apply ointment in the evening.

Even when they weren't working and spending the day together, the two sissies included themselves  humiliation in their intimate games.
“Oh Sissy Max! Rub your face in my diaper. Feel my sticky poop-poop. Oh yes, sink into my diaper, rub yourself, I need it so much and Mommy forbids me from touching myself below the waist. But she doesn't forbid us from touching each other, like two little lovers!”
“Oh Sissy Alex! My little ballerina is hitting her cage hard. I know I'm a naughty little girl for wanting to have boy pleasures, when I'm infinitely inferior to real boys!”
“Oh yes! We are worthless people. Miss Rose should have made us eat the dog poops this afternoon, because we are worth less than the little puppies and their little droppings!”
“I wish Miss Rose would have put soap on our baby pacifiers again, so that we would always have the taste of her punishment in our mouths. We don't deserve the good taste of sugar water!”
“That's right! I wish the young kids who bottle-fed us in the park had put a mixture of soap and mud and dog poop in the bottle and forced us to drink and made even more fun of us!”
“Oh yes! Like the little boy who threw a ball at you and called you a wimp and made you cry, he made fun of you because you really are a wimp. I wish he makes me cry too, that he forces me to crawl away to escape his ball and that he ties me to a tree with my little puppy leash to throw his ball at me over and over again laughing because he make me cry!”
“Yes! We would have to be completely tied up and people could throw things at us, spit on us, insult us, make us cry...”
“Real boys might pee on us!”
“Yes! And dogs too! And girls might pour bottles full of pee over our heads!”
“Oh yes! Besides, come feel my warm pee in my diaper. Bring your face closer, you will feel better than with your hands and your mittens!”
“Um, um! I would like to lick you little sissy!”
“Come lick my face little sissy! Drool all over me and wipe with your tongue... You can even spit your snot in my mouth, I loved it so much when Miss Rose made me eat your boogers today!”
“We really are two horrible pathetic fags!”
“Two horrible pathetic fags, two horrible pathetic fags, two horrible pathetic fags... Yes, two horrible pathetic fags, two horrible pathetic fags.”
They repeated this mantra that Miss Rose had taught them, rubbing, caressing and licking each other's faces until they fell asleep.

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on December 30, 2023, 10:55:14 AM

Part 7: Growing up
It was about time, high time!
Time to grow sissy Alex. First, to teach him all the tasks required to maintain a house. No more baby life!
Now, Maria only put him in diapers at night, to prevent him from touching himself below the belt, but he could go to the bathroom alone during the day, after asking permission.
Little by little, Alex discovered the formerly forbidden instruments, such as taps or hotplates. The bathroom, toilets and kitchen were now the places where he spent hours every week scrubbing, wiping, polishing.
Hours on his knees or on tiptoes, wiping away with his feather duster.
And his mommy didn't let anything slip!
A mark on a just cleaned window? He was to appear on her lap for a good spanking.
A little dust left on a piece of furniture? He had to go get the hairbrush.
Hair forgotten in the shower? It was the flogger.
This apprenticeship took place over a long period. Firstly because it was not natural to go from being an assisted baby to being a housekeeper.
Then because he always had to work at the store during the day. So it was in the evenings and on weekends that he learned.
And finally, because Maria was in no hurry. She still had to wait for Jake to finish college and find a job to give him custody of her son.

It was an evening when Uncle Jake visited Maria and her baby. Alex sat on his bed with Jake. He felt a mix of nervousness and excitement.
“So, you're not a little baby anymore?”
“No, Uncle Jake, Mommy teach me to be a good housekeeper.” He showed him his black dress with white trim, with its full knee-length skirt, its white ruffled apron, and its lace bonnet, that he now usually wore at home, and also his heels and how well he knew how to walk in them, waddling his little booty.
“But you still are a pretty princess Alex sweety?”
“Yes Uncle Jake, Mommy dresses me as a maid at home now, but she always puts me in my little sissy outfits to go to the store, and tonight she dressed me in my pretty princess dress for you.”
“And you're still waiting for your Prince Charming?”
“More than ever Uncle Jake” whispered Alex.
“Tell me... What would your Prince Charming look like?”
“He would be tall, and muscular... He would be kind and protective, capable of authority to guide me, but always looking at me with tenderness, with his gorgeous blue eyes, and that smile that could light up a room... Uncle Jake” He said in a shaky voice, looking at him in the eye and running his hand over his muscular arms.
“Would you still like me to be your prince?”
“Yes, please Uncle Jake...”
“And if I was your prince, I should kiss you on the mouth?”
“Yes, please Uncle Jake...”
With that, their mouths came together, then touched. The kiss seemed to last for hours.
Alex remained in Jake's arms and they continued to kiss for long minutes before resuming their conversation.
“Are you my boyfriend now Uncle Jake?” asked Alex.
“Yes, I am sweetheart.”
“Thank you Uncle Jake... Or should I say, my Prince... my Lord... Master?”

Maria gave Jake the freedom to choose some of his sissyfriend's outfits. They remained relatively plain, but revealed Alex's curves a little more, and his underwear were sexier, with lacy pink panties, garter belt, then a camisole... Maria let Jake made Alex's ears be pierced.
And she too, offered him pretty jewelry, real ones, not plastic like in the past.
One day, Jake showed him a new outfit. It was a new maid's dress. A bright pink one, consisting of a knee-length very full skirt, lifted by a petticoat, and a long-sleeved bodice, with a lace collar and cuffs. The skirt was loose and gathered at the waist. The outfit was completed with a lace apron with a bib. The shoes that accompanied it with high stiletto heels
Seeing the outfit, Alex spontaneously knelt down and kissed his boyfriend's feet saying “Thank you Master”.
He would wear it for Jake that weekend he spent a at home, while Maria went on a trip.
For Alex, it was two days of serving his Master with lots of playful spankings on his little butt, preparing food for him, serving him drinks, and kissing him, and rubbing and licking his feet... And taking it to the next level by discovering how to sexually serve his master.
He got his first reward when Jake presented him with a dil-do. After long years of frustration, Alex felt sexual pleasure for the first time... Even if in his cage, he still felt his little willy cramped.
He was ready to become his master's little wife.

All that remained was to wait until Jake graduated and got his job, then he would set the wedding date with Maria.

Ben and Jane also waited to finds the worthy man for their sissy son. Someone with a very serious commitment, not a lover for a brief romance, and someone serious, not any pervert.
It was hard to find.
Maybe sending Max to live with a woman as a maid would be a better solution? Too bad for his dreams of Prince Charming, it would be for his own good anyway!

One weekend, while Ben and Jane went on a trip, Jake and Alex went babysit Max, who had grow from baby to a little girl. Ben wasn't ready to let his Daddy's little girl grow up too fast!
Max spent a lot of time cuddling his Uncle Jake and learning to take care of the house with his Sissy Auntie Alex.
For his household chores, Alex wore his pink maid outfit. The rest of the time he wore a pretty button-down shirtwaist gingham dress with white collars and cuffs, a modest neckline, long rolled up sleeves and a circle skirt and a ruffled petticoat. A real 50's style housewife.
Sissy Max's dress matched his sissy Auntie, with also a gingham full skirted dresses with puff sleeves and a white pinafore with ruffle at the sleeve, tied in a sash with a bow in the back.
In the evening, after tiding up the house, they joined Jake who was watching sports on TV on the couch and they ended up cuddling.
Was this a taste of their future?

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissytrilly on January 21, 2024, 10:32:39 PM

I enjoyed that a lot.  Wanted to see several scenes hinted at near the end of Part 6.

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sarahpenguin on January 31, 2024, 02:31:47 AM

enjhoined this excet the growing u[ parts. reusable diapers exist :)

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on February 13, 2024, 12:19:04 PM

Thank you for your feedback sissytrilly and sarahpenguin! This means a lot to me.

Sorry for leaving parts to your imagination and for the ending where the sissies aren't so much babies anymore (however they still wear little diapers at night, and that's right, surely reusable for the environment!).
It was about showing the evolution of their situation, even if little baby sissies never really stop being who they are.

Kisses, hugs and love!

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissytrilly on March 21, 2024, 08:03:44 AM

Do you have plans for poopy sissy stories here or elsewhere?

Title: Re: Finding their place
Post by: sissy29000 on March 25, 2024, 01:26:48 PM

Hi !
I always have lots of ideas and projects in mind, but not always the time to realize them, especially since writing in English takes a lot of time for me.  Among my several works in progress there would be one for the French-speaking site AB Kingdom.
Kisses!