Finding their place

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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.

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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.

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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.

[sissy29000]

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?

[sissytrilly]

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

[sarahpenguin]

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

[sissy29000]

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!