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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 12:08:51 PM »
Chapter 352.
They met the other couple outside the cinema. A blonde girl with a pony tail, whose eyes were riveted on Tim as soon as she caught sight of them and even when she was hugging her friend. The guy – a lanky guy with lank brown hair - looked like an afterthought. He stood back a pace staring in disbelief.
The blonde cheekily hooked a finger around Tim’s hotpants strap.
“You must be Tim.”
Jenny unhooked it.
“Yes, Tina, this is Tim. So hands off.”
Tina gave a seductive giggle. “Where did you say you found him?”
“Stop it, Tina! Tim, this is my friend Tina. And this is…oh…”
She had forgotten his name.
“Dennis,” supplied Tina, without looking round.
“Oh, yes…of course. Dennis. Dennis, meet Tim.”
“Hi…”
“Hi…”
“Let’s go eat, shall we,” said Jenny. “Where’s that cool juice bar place…?”
They went and ate some pizza and ice cream. Tina flirted shamelessly with Tim the whole time, till Jenny took her to the restroom and lay down the law.
“I’m sorry, Jen… But he’s so cute! His outfit’s a bit unusual, though… What’s that about? Is he a bit kinky or sumfink?”
“Oh, I told you… He has to model loads of different stuff. It doesn’t mean anything…”
“I wouldn’t care anyway…”
“No. You don’t have to care. Cos he’s with me, right?”
“I guess so…”
“Well behave accordingly, then.”
Tina made a face. “Okay….”
They made their way to the cinema and took their seats, Jenny making sure Tina sat next to her and not Tim! Nevertheless she kept leaning across to ask him questions, or help herself to popcorn, and none of them took much notice of the film. Dennis demonstrated the fact that even in a group of two couples, there can still be a gooseberry…
They finally split up about a quarter to ten.
“We must do this again soon!” cried Tina. Dennis looked less enthusiastic.
“Sure, Tina. Look – there’s our bus. Come on Tim, run…”
Jenny’s house was just off the main road, so of course Tim insisted on walking her home. She lived with her mother and younger brother in a semi-detached at the end of a crescent. Brother, whose name was Ben, was already in bed, but Jenny introduced Tim to her mother, a sensible and personable woman of about forty. Jenny’s surname was Ellis, so Tim addressed her as Mrs Ellis.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs Ellis…”
“Please, Tim. Call me Grace. Lovely to meet you. I’ve heard a little bit about you, of course. I know you’re quite a celebrity at Pitt’s Wood. Anyway, have a seat and tell me what you’d like to drink. I have a few cakes I baked today as well… If you’re interested…”
Tim was interested, and provided ample evidence of the fact. Mrs Ellis was extremely attentive, and every now and then smiled at her daughter approvingly. So they all got on very well, until Tim remembered he had to get back to ESDS.
“Excuse me… I have to ring Miss Egerton…”
“Miss Egerton?”
“Oh… My…er, employer. I have to work tomorrow, you see, and she needs to pick me up.”
“You’re welcome to stay, Tim. We have a spare room…”
“I would love to, but I have to be up early in the morning.”
He made the call, and Serena arrived twenty minutes later. It appeared she wasn’t quite what Mrs Ellis was expecting, but they chatted in the living room while Tim and Jenny said goodbye in the hallway. Spying the orange Porsche through the window, Jenny suffered one quick irrational pang of jealousy, and was forced to reassure herself by offering and receiving quite a passionate kiss…
As Serena drove them back, he forced himself to think about the next day. Serena seemed to be reading his mind.
“You should be up by eight. Your clean clothes are already laid out on your chair. Doreen gave your yellow shorts a little polish. I think Mrs Brookshaw’s going to love you in them…”
They met the other couple outside the cinema. A blonde girl with a pony tail, whose eyes were riveted on Tim as soon as she caught sight of them and even when she was hugging her friend. The guy – a lanky guy with lank brown hair - looked like an afterthought. He stood back a pace staring in disbelief.
The blonde cheekily hooked a finger around Tim’s hotpants strap.
“You must be Tim.”
Jenny unhooked it.
“Yes, Tina, this is Tim. So hands off.”
Tina gave a seductive giggle. “Where did you say you found him?”
“Stop it, Tina! Tim, this is my friend Tina. And this is…oh…”
She had forgotten his name.
“Dennis,” supplied Tina, without looking round.
“Oh, yes…of course. Dennis. Dennis, meet Tim.”
“Hi…”
“Hi…”
“Let’s go eat, shall we,” said Jenny. “Where’s that cool juice bar place…?”
They went and ate some pizza and ice cream. Tina flirted shamelessly with Tim the whole time, till Jenny took her to the restroom and lay down the law.
“I’m sorry, Jen… But he’s so cute! His outfit’s a bit unusual, though… What’s that about? Is he a bit kinky or sumfink?”
“Oh, I told you… He has to model loads of different stuff. It doesn’t mean anything…”
“I wouldn’t care anyway…”
“No. You don’t have to care. Cos he’s with me, right?”
“I guess so…”
“Well behave accordingly, then.”
Tina made a face. “Okay….”
They made their way to the cinema and took their seats, Jenny making sure Tina sat next to her and not Tim! Nevertheless she kept leaning across to ask him questions, or help herself to popcorn, and none of them took much notice of the film. Dennis demonstrated the fact that even in a group of two couples, there can still be a gooseberry…
They finally split up about a quarter to ten.
“We must do this again soon!” cried Tina. Dennis looked less enthusiastic.
“Sure, Tina. Look – there’s our bus. Come on Tim, run…”
Jenny’s house was just off the main road, so of course Tim insisted on walking her home. She lived with her mother and younger brother in a semi-detached at the end of a crescent. Brother, whose name was Ben, was already in bed, but Jenny introduced Tim to her mother, a sensible and personable woman of about forty. Jenny’s surname was Ellis, so Tim addressed her as Mrs Ellis.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs Ellis…”
“Please, Tim. Call me Grace. Lovely to meet you. I’ve heard a little bit about you, of course. I know you’re quite a celebrity at Pitt’s Wood. Anyway, have a seat and tell me what you’d like to drink. I have a few cakes I baked today as well… If you’re interested…”
Tim was interested, and provided ample evidence of the fact. Mrs Ellis was extremely attentive, and every now and then smiled at her daughter approvingly. So they all got on very well, until Tim remembered he had to get back to ESDS.
“Excuse me… I have to ring Miss Egerton…”
“Miss Egerton?”
“Oh… My…er, employer. I have to work tomorrow, you see, and she needs to pick me up.”
“You’re welcome to stay, Tim. We have a spare room…”
“I would love to, but I have to be up early in the morning.”
He made the call, and Serena arrived twenty minutes later. It appeared she wasn’t quite what Mrs Ellis was expecting, but they chatted in the living room while Tim and Jenny said goodbye in the hallway. Spying the orange Porsche through the window, Jenny suffered one quick irrational pang of jealousy, and was forced to reassure herself by offering and receiving quite a passionate kiss…
As Serena drove them back, he forced himself to think about the next day. Serena seemed to be reading his mind.
“You should be up by eight. Your clean clothes are already laid out on your chair. Doreen gave your yellow shorts a little polish. I think Mrs Brookshaw’s going to love you in them…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 11:51:23 AM »
Chapter 351.
On the way back his anger slowly faded, and he remembered his date the next day. He would never have had the nerve to ask a girl out. She had saved him the trouble. He was grateful for that. Also, she seemed interesting. There was something about her – her cheerfulness and directness – that appealed to him. Also, he fancied her, something he felt rarely about a girl. He wondered whether she was a kindred spirit, though one with more courage than he possessed himself. He turned to Serena.
“So, will I be able to wear my black shorts tomorrow?”
That outfit had been his favourite. In his eyes it was cooler even that his wedding suit.
“Of course. So where are you meeting her? What’s her name again?”
“Jenny. She’s a stable lass, by the way. I have to ring her.”
“Ring her now.”
“No thanks. I’ll do it later.” There was no way he was speaking to her in front of them.
As soon as they got back to ESDS he went to his room, closed the door, and called her. He had butterflies – he wasn’t sure why – it wasn’t a big deal, was it? But somehow it was. He hoped she hadn’t changed her mind. But no – she wasn’t one of those hard-to-get types.
“Hi Tim. Yeah, course. I’m glad you rang. I was wondering whether you would…”
“Course I would! I wanted to ask where we should meet.”
“Well, my friend and her boyfriend are going to the cinema in Kennett. Would you be up for that?”
“Sure. I’ll meet you.” He didn’t even ask what was showing. “When and where?”
“I’m working till four-thirty. Could we meet outside reception? It’ll be nearer five by the time I’m changed.”
“Sure. I’ll be there.”
“In your black and red outfit…?”
“Course! I’m glad you like it too!”
“Great, Tim. See you tomorrow. Can’t wait!”
“Nor me!”
On Friday he arrived at Pitt’s Wood at four-thirty. He was wearing his black pot pants, red spandex top, and a plain red baseball cap. Serena had given him a lift. He got out of the Porsche.
“Thanks, miss.”
“You look very smart, young man. Now, I’ll pick you up in this evening. It doesn’t matter where you are, but don’t be too late, will you? We need you to be at Connie’s by ten.”
“Okay, miss. No probs. See you later.”
Five minutes later he was waiting outside reception. He got a lot of smiles and waves. He was pretty famous in the Centre by now. Two of the girls he had seen the day before stopped to tease him. The blonde approached him.
“I know why you’re here, Tim,” she grinned, giving him a poke in the ribs. “You’ve got a date with Jenny, right? Lucky boy. She’s great. She wouldn’t date just anyone. So you’d better treat her well, or else…”
“Don’t worry. I know she’s special.”
“Well, don’t forget it!”
Tim and Bobby had been the butt of jokes ever since they started work as boot boys - and during the photo-shoot Tim had acquired even greater notoriety amongst the girls. But the ridicule had often served to disguise their recognition that he was one of the most attractive guys in the Centre - if not the most attractive. So whereas few of them would have had the courage to defy the general derision, Jenny, who naturally thought for herself, and who immediately appreciated Tim’s courage and innocence as well as his good looks, wasted no time in staking her claim. Now, plenty of others were ruing their inaction, and suffering severe pangs of jealousy!
Jenny appeared just before five, wearing a simple pink satin dress and carrying a leather jacket. For a brief moment they both felt a little awkward. Then they laughed at their own shyness.
“Shall we go, then?” said Jenny.
“Yes. I’ve checked the buses. Every twenty minutes at this time of day. We shouldn’t have to wait long.”
They stood chatting at the bus stop, telling each other about themselves. Jenny explained she’d left school that summer and had started working at Pitt’s wood for no better reason than that she loved horses. She had applied for a veterinary course starting the following year. Tim offered a slightly expurgated version of his time at ESDS – which he described vaguely as an “employment agency”.
“What are you doing this weekend?” asked Jenny.
“This weekend? Oh, I… Er, I have a job, staring tomorrow…”
“Oh. What sort of job?”
“I’m, er…not sure. It’s live-in, so…”
“Who are you working for? What will you have to do?”
“A woman… Never met her. A Mrs Brookshaw… I have to sort of…look after her house and stuff…”
“Oh. I see. Interesting.”
Jenny didn’t press it any farther. He’d tell her when he was ready.
Out of the corner of her eye she had noticed a couple of girls standing nearby, who had been watching them, smirking, and whispering. She knew them. Members. Privileged types with their own horses. She gave them a look which settled their hash, and made a mental note to prank them when she got the chance. Then the bus came, and they climbed in. The bus swayed a bout a lot, and they had to hold onto each other quite tightly…
On the way back his anger slowly faded, and he remembered his date the next day. He would never have had the nerve to ask a girl out. She had saved him the trouble. He was grateful for that. Also, she seemed interesting. There was something about her – her cheerfulness and directness – that appealed to him. Also, he fancied her, something he felt rarely about a girl. He wondered whether she was a kindred spirit, though one with more courage than he possessed himself. He turned to Serena.
“So, will I be able to wear my black shorts tomorrow?”
That outfit had been his favourite. In his eyes it was cooler even that his wedding suit.
“Of course. So where are you meeting her? What’s her name again?”
“Jenny. She’s a stable lass, by the way. I have to ring her.”
“Ring her now.”
“No thanks. I’ll do it later.” There was no way he was speaking to her in front of them.
As soon as they got back to ESDS he went to his room, closed the door, and called her. He had butterflies – he wasn’t sure why – it wasn’t a big deal, was it? But somehow it was. He hoped she hadn’t changed her mind. But no – she wasn’t one of those hard-to-get types.
“Hi Tim. Yeah, course. I’m glad you rang. I was wondering whether you would…”
“Course I would! I wanted to ask where we should meet.”
“Well, my friend and her boyfriend are going to the cinema in Kennett. Would you be up for that?”
“Sure. I’ll meet you.” He didn’t even ask what was showing. “When and where?”
“I’m working till four-thirty. Could we meet outside reception? It’ll be nearer five by the time I’m changed.”
“Sure. I’ll be there.”
“In your black and red outfit…?”
“Course! I’m glad you like it too!”
“Great, Tim. See you tomorrow. Can’t wait!”
“Nor me!”
On Friday he arrived at Pitt’s Wood at four-thirty. He was wearing his black pot pants, red spandex top, and a plain red baseball cap. Serena had given him a lift. He got out of the Porsche.
“Thanks, miss.”
“You look very smart, young man. Now, I’ll pick you up in this evening. It doesn’t matter where you are, but don’t be too late, will you? We need you to be at Connie’s by ten.”
“Okay, miss. No probs. See you later.”
Five minutes later he was waiting outside reception. He got a lot of smiles and waves. He was pretty famous in the Centre by now. Two of the girls he had seen the day before stopped to tease him. The blonde approached him.
“I know why you’re here, Tim,” she grinned, giving him a poke in the ribs. “You’ve got a date with Jenny, right? Lucky boy. She’s great. She wouldn’t date just anyone. So you’d better treat her well, or else…”
“Don’t worry. I know she’s special.”
“Well, don’t forget it!”
Tim and Bobby had been the butt of jokes ever since they started work as boot boys - and during the photo-shoot Tim had acquired even greater notoriety amongst the girls. But the ridicule had often served to disguise their recognition that he was one of the most attractive guys in the Centre - if not the most attractive. So whereas few of them would have had the courage to defy the general derision, Jenny, who naturally thought for herself, and who immediately appreciated Tim’s courage and innocence as well as his good looks, wasted no time in staking her claim. Now, plenty of others were ruing their inaction, and suffering severe pangs of jealousy!
Jenny appeared just before five, wearing a simple pink satin dress and carrying a leather jacket. For a brief moment they both felt a little awkward. Then they laughed at their own shyness.
“Shall we go, then?” said Jenny.
“Yes. I’ve checked the buses. Every twenty minutes at this time of day. We shouldn’t have to wait long.”
They stood chatting at the bus stop, telling each other about themselves. Jenny explained she’d left school that summer and had started working at Pitt’s wood for no better reason than that she loved horses. She had applied for a veterinary course starting the following year. Tim offered a slightly expurgated version of his time at ESDS – which he described vaguely as an “employment agency”.
“What are you doing this weekend?” asked Jenny.
“This weekend? Oh, I… Er, I have a job, staring tomorrow…”
“Oh. What sort of job?”
“I’m, er…not sure. It’s live-in, so…”
“Who are you working for? What will you have to do?”
“A woman… Never met her. A Mrs Brookshaw… I have to sort of…look after her house and stuff…”
“Oh. I see. Interesting.”
Jenny didn’t press it any farther. He’d tell her when he was ready.
Out of the corner of her eye she had noticed a couple of girls standing nearby, who had been watching them, smirking, and whispering. She knew them. Members. Privileged types with their own horses. She gave them a look which settled their hash, and made a mental note to prank them when she got the chance. Then the bus came, and they climbed in. The bus swayed a bout a lot, and they had to hold onto each other quite tightly…
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 11:31:28 AM »
Chapter 350.
As he and the ladies returned to the changing stable, he was thinking about that woman. There was something about her he didn’t much like. There was a sort of predatory glint in her eye. And why was Serena so solicitous towards her? Was she someone important? Maybe someone on the Pitt’s Wood committee… Serena said nothing, and he guessed it would have been pointless asking her, so he waited until Doreen was helping him take off the last dress.
“Miss? You know that woman who was taking my photo?”
“Yes…”
“Is she someone from the Centre?”
“No idea, darling.”
“I mean, she’s been hanging around for a while…”
“Well, she’s probably got a child who works here or who’s riding here, and she’s waiting for them to finish.”
“Ah, yes… That would explain it. Anyway, I hope she’s gone by the time we go out again. What’s my next outfit? Another dress?”
“Yes, of course a dress. A beautiful one. Look at this!”
She held up a pink creation with a lace-up bodice and a tiered skirt. Tim’s face fell.
“Oh, don’t do that. It’s gorgeous. And you’ll look gorgeous in it.”
He had to grit his teeth and bear it. But worse, when they returned to the paddock for the shoot, there was that woman again, chatting away to a couple of girls. One of them saw Tim approaching, and pointed excitedly. The woman turned, saw him, and her face lit up.
“Shit!” muttered Tim. But there was nothing he could do. He climbed up onto his little podium. To his disgust, Lucille allowed the woman first bite of the cherry. He stood awkwardly, looking at the ground.
“Lift up your head, Tim,” said Lucille, sharply. “And smile, please.”
In the event, she took several bites before she was satisfied. Then, with a “thank you so much…he looks beautiful…” to the ladies, and a wink at Tim, she turned on her heel and walked briskly away.
“Is she gone at last?” asked Tim, surlily.
“I believe so, sweetie. What a nice lady.”
Tim snorted, and sulked for the rest of the session.
Eventually Lucille had enough material, and they headed back.
“Is that it?” asked Tim, hopefully. “Are we done?”
“Just about…” replied Lucille. “Oh, we have one more, don’t we Serena?”
“Oh, that? Shall we bother?” She said this with a mischievous smile on her face.
“Maybe… Yes, why not. Cassandra said if we had time… Actually it’s still early…”
Cynthia had slipped in one more outfit. She had attached a note to it:
“I found this in our old stock. It was put aside for disposal, but I noticed it’s just Tim’s size. It’s a scaled-up little girl’s summer party outfit. I thought I’d throw it in as a foil to the sophisticated stuff, or in case he starts getting too conceited…”
So it was that Tim’s finale found him wearing a cute little two-piece in shiny rubberised satin, with a choker and matching headdress. Lucille took a few snaps, then, saying they needed to look for a new memory card, and ordering him to stay just where he was, she and the others departed between the stable blocks. Tim was left isolated and conspicuous on his podium, like a statue on a plinth, and as such began to attract waves of puzzled and amused spectators. Three particularly persistent little riders were so fascinated they just stood around him staring. After five minutes of that, he began to get very agitated. Where were the ladies, for goodness’ sake?
“What do you want?” he wailed. “Don’t you have anything else to do?”
“No,” said one, innocently, “we don’t. We’ve stabled our ponies and we’re waiting for my mum to come and collect us…”
Her mum didn’t arrive for another twenty minutes, during which time the audience had grown considerably, and Tim, blushing and fidgeting – and also quite cold – had been recorded in countless photographs and videos. The ladies, who had simply gone for a coffee and a chat, now strolled casually back into the paddock. They stopped dead when they saw the crowd that had collected. Lucille laughed – quite heartlessly.
“Oh my god, he’s still there. Priscilla’s obedience training must have really hit home.”
“He’s seen us,” hissed Doreen. “Try not to laugh.”
They hurried over, pretending concern.
“Oh, Tim. Sorry we were so long. We couldn’t find another card, after all. So we’ll have to wrap it up here. I hope you’re not too disappointed…”
“How could it take so long?” he fumed, stepping down. “Do you have any idea…?”
But his protests were cut short by whistles and applause from the spectators. He turned and frowned at the grinning faces.
“Let’s just go, then…”
As he and the ladies returned to the changing stable, he was thinking about that woman. There was something about her he didn’t much like. There was a sort of predatory glint in her eye. And why was Serena so solicitous towards her? Was she someone important? Maybe someone on the Pitt’s Wood committee… Serena said nothing, and he guessed it would have been pointless asking her, so he waited until Doreen was helping him take off the last dress.
“Miss? You know that woman who was taking my photo?”
“Yes…”
“Is she someone from the Centre?”
“No idea, darling.”
“I mean, she’s been hanging around for a while…”
“Well, she’s probably got a child who works here or who’s riding here, and she’s waiting for them to finish.”
“Ah, yes… That would explain it. Anyway, I hope she’s gone by the time we go out again. What’s my next outfit? Another dress?”
“Yes, of course a dress. A beautiful one. Look at this!”
She held up a pink creation with a lace-up bodice and a tiered skirt. Tim’s face fell.
“Oh, don’t do that. It’s gorgeous. And you’ll look gorgeous in it.”
He had to grit his teeth and bear it. But worse, when they returned to the paddock for the shoot, there was that woman again, chatting away to a couple of girls. One of them saw Tim approaching, and pointed excitedly. The woman turned, saw him, and her face lit up.
“Shit!” muttered Tim. But there was nothing he could do. He climbed up onto his little podium. To his disgust, Lucille allowed the woman first bite of the cherry. He stood awkwardly, looking at the ground.
“Lift up your head, Tim,” said Lucille, sharply. “And smile, please.”
In the event, she took several bites before she was satisfied. Then, with a “thank you so much…he looks beautiful…” to the ladies, and a wink at Tim, she turned on her heel and walked briskly away.
“Is she gone at last?” asked Tim, surlily.
“I believe so, sweetie. What a nice lady.”
Tim snorted, and sulked for the rest of the session.
Eventually Lucille had enough material, and they headed back.
“Is that it?” asked Tim, hopefully. “Are we done?”
“Just about…” replied Lucille. “Oh, we have one more, don’t we Serena?”
“Oh, that? Shall we bother?” She said this with a mischievous smile on her face.
“Maybe… Yes, why not. Cassandra said if we had time… Actually it’s still early…”
Cynthia had slipped in one more outfit. She had attached a note to it:
“I found this in our old stock. It was put aside for disposal, but I noticed it’s just Tim’s size. It’s a scaled-up little girl’s summer party outfit. I thought I’d throw it in as a foil to the sophisticated stuff, or in case he starts getting too conceited…”
So it was that Tim’s finale found him wearing a cute little two-piece in shiny rubberised satin, with a choker and matching headdress. Lucille took a few snaps, then, saying they needed to look for a new memory card, and ordering him to stay just where he was, she and the others departed between the stable blocks. Tim was left isolated and conspicuous on his podium, like a statue on a plinth, and as such began to attract waves of puzzled and amused spectators. Three particularly persistent little riders were so fascinated they just stood around him staring. After five minutes of that, he began to get very agitated. Where were the ladies, for goodness’ sake?
“What do you want?” he wailed. “Don’t you have anything else to do?”
“No,” said one, innocently, “we don’t. We’ve stabled our ponies and we’re waiting for my mum to come and collect us…”
Her mum didn’t arrive for another twenty minutes, during which time the audience had grown considerably, and Tim, blushing and fidgeting – and also quite cold – had been recorded in countless photographs and videos. The ladies, who had simply gone for a coffee and a chat, now strolled casually back into the paddock. They stopped dead when they saw the crowd that had collected. Lucille laughed – quite heartlessly.
“Oh my god, he’s still there. Priscilla’s obedience training must have really hit home.”
“He’s seen us,” hissed Doreen. “Try not to laugh.”
They hurried over, pretending concern.
“Oh, Tim. Sorry we were so long. We couldn’t find another card, after all. So we’ll have to wrap it up here. I hope you’re not too disappointed…”
“How could it take so long?” he fumed, stepping down. “Do you have any idea…?”
But his protests were cut short by whistles and applause from the spectators. He turned and frowned at the grinning faces.
“Let’s just go, then…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Mr Macho's days are over.
« Last post by sissybaby34 on Yesterday at 04:58:42 AM »
Sissy Poopsie this is great story about Mr. Macho. Get him outside in pram, say a Big Silver Cross pram popular in UK. He can be in thick Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, rompers, adult Plastic Pants, dummy in mouth sitting up in the Pram. Let's push him towards the Rugby ground where he was club Captain. You can hear the comments from those who played Rugby with him. Other guys say nothing that's because they are hiding there own secret!!!!! Might that secret have something to do with thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, AB Babygros??? Next chapter please. Steve UKIt looks like this story has been abandoned as it has not had an update for 3 years.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Mr Macho's days are over.
« Last post by Nappysteve on Yesterday at 03:21:24 AM »
Sissy Poopsie this is great story about Mr. Macho. Get him outside in pram, say a Big Silver Cross pram popular in UK. He can be in thick Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, rompers, adult Plastic Pants, dummy in mouth sitting up in the Pram. Let's push him towards the Rugby ground where he was club Captain. You can hear the comments from those who played Rugby with him. Other guys say nothing that's because they are hiding there own secret!!!!! Might that secret have something to do with thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, AB Babygros??? Next chapter please. Steve UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Mr Macho's days are over.
« Last post by sissybaby34 on Yesterday at 02:29:09 AM »
Thank You
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Mr Macho's days are over.
« Last post by Nappysteve on Yesterday at 01:49:56 AM »
Morning from UK, sincere Apoligises to all for my behaviour. Not my intention to offend, thank you for info provided. My comments will be directed to the stories in future. Steve UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Mr Macho's days are over.
« Last post by sissybaby34 on June 01, 2026, 07:55:52 PM »
Nappysteve and babyian a couple of sites more suitable for your conversations. https://ukanisc.org/ and https://spandi.org/
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Mr Macho's days are over.
« Last post by sissybaby34 on June 01, 2026, 05:38:58 PM »
Nappysteve may I politely remind you that this a story site, please read and enjoy the stories and comment on them but the place for other AB/DL things is elsewhere like here:- https://pearlcorona.org/sissyboys/. this is the sister site to this story site. Thank You.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Mr Macho's days are over.
« Last post by Nappysteve on June 01, 2026, 07:46:26 AM »
Any ABs in UK have an AB cot?? Do u sleep in it?? Steve UK
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