Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 04:52:10 PM »
Not only Kit, but the ladies too, recognised that Tim as a girl, albeit shy and self-conscious, was the polar opposite of Tim the boy. Tim the boy was a rather comic mixture of confidence and gaucheness, cheerful, easily flattered, obedient, and from Connieâs point of great fun to tease and play with. But made up, and dressed in flattering, sophisticated female attire, he could pass for a most attractive girl. In the long term, the plan was for her and ESDS to work together until he was equally happy as boy or girl. But for now she was content to exploit and encourage his natural addiction to latex clothes of all types. In any case, both options had their advantages, but for the moment she saw the greater scope for humiliation in the character of Tim the Pageboy. She had a new pageboy outfit for him which she was looking forward to dressing him in for Estherâs surprise visit the next day. And happily no persuasion would be needed.
âSo Tim⌠What do you think of this dress? Is it not beautiful?â
He turned away from Kit for a moment and towards Connie.
âYes⌠It is, I supposeâŚâ
âBut?â
âBut I think I like my pageboy outfit the bestâŚâ
âYes, I thought so. Well, maybe you can be a pageboy all day tomorrow, if thatâs what you really want.â
âReally? Promise?â
She laughed. âPromise. I have a new one I think youâll like.â
âYou do, miss?â he cried, excitedly. âWhatâs it like?â
âWait and see, naughty boy.
Timâs current shyness was generated purely by his attraction to Kit, and the sense that he could surely not appeal to her as much dressed as a girl as when he was dressed as a boy. At present, what he perceived as her view of him mattered above all else. So he resigned himself to a girly day in the reassuring knowledge that on Sunday heâd be able to flirt with her in full male mode.
âMaybe, miss Connie, I could take him for a walk while sun is still out? Tim? You like that?â
Tim seemed uncertain. Connie hesitated.
âGreat idea, Kit. But though it is sunny, the airâs quite cold. And the ground may be muddy. You wouldnât get far in those heels. Tim dear, we have some other girlsâ outfits which may be more appropriate. Come with me and letâs try one on.â
She collected some colourful items from the heap, and led him into the big living room. Kit looked after him ruefully.
âThat dress very special,â she remarked, to no-one in particular. âHe look like perfect young womanâŚâ
âYouâre right,â said Maxine. âHe looks absolutely dazzling. If he wore a wig of some sort no-one could tellâŚâ
Kit frowned. âHe not need wig, miss Maxine⌠But yes, who could knowâŚ?â
Next door, Connie went through the outfits. Either of these would be perfect for today, Tim, really nice and warm. Do you like them?â
âYeah. theyâre cute, arenât they. I like bothâŚâ
âBut first, try this one. I think Kit will love it. Youâll look so pretty. Iâve been saving it, but you canât wear it out at this time of yearâŚâ
It was a very simple outfit in white and strawberry ice-cream pink â a light tiered skirt, and pink crop top, and pink and white accessories. To his credit, and although he looked a little doubtful, Tim didnât demur.
âOkay⌠If you think sheâll like it⌠What does that mean?â He pointed at the words âASK MEâ across the chest.
âWell, whatever you want it to, I guess. Maybe, âare you a boy or a girlââŚor, âcan I have a kiss?â
Tim giggled shyly. Connie was pleased he seemed to be becoming more amenable to female attire. But she was only just starting.
âNow, Tim, everything you wear here while youâre with us has to be recorded. So after youâve shown it to Kit, we can just pop out into the garden for a moment and Iâll take a few snaps for the album, okay?
âYes, miss.â
He was never averse to a photo-shoot. Connie smiled. âLittle show-off,â she murmured.
âSorry, miss?â
âNothing. Look, Iâve got some pretty earrings and bangles tooâŚ
It goes without saying Kit approved, and to judge by his expression as he posed outside, he was as happy as heâd been all dayâŚ
Active Sissy Stories / Re: Terry Nappies and AB Plastic Pants UK
« Last post by Nappysteve on Today at 09:53:33 AM »
After Ian had his Nappies changed and lots cream/powder rubbed into that Special Place he went off to the kitchen. Have said he is great cook. I told him to prepare 2 meals for me and Nurse Rita and 2 meals for tge Babies. Baby Greg sat on the changing mat dummy gag still in place. Think he was hoping for Nappy change. It wasn't going too happen soon.mhe had good look around the room. I told him all the Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants in tge room were his, he would be in Nappies and Plastic Pants most days and every night for going to sleep in the Cot. His eyes lit up, ofcourse he hadn't been upstairs yet so had not seen the Nursery. Nurse Rita left tge room to get out of tge Training Pants she had sounded in while playing with Baby Ian. She returned still in plastic dress but with shorts under it. She had 2 big Plastic bibs in her hands saying picked these up they will be needed when feeding Babies. I nodded and said ofcourse. As we sat and chatted we could both see Baby Greg pissing more into his Terry Nappies. Ian came in with 2 plates on tray for me and Rita. Was plate of lovely chicken, fries and carrots and peas. I noticed and pointed it out to Rita look Ian's wet his Nappies again we both laughed, Ian just suc-ked on his dummy. After we had finished eating I went into the kitchen and picked up the 2 meals that had been prepared by Ian. We put a Big Plastic Bib on tge 2 ABs before we feed them. Nurse Rita took the dummy gag of Greg. Not sure wot tge concoction Ian had made but tgere were little sausages and corn with liquid in the plates. We feed them and every so often wiped tge mouths of the ABs. Between mouthfuls a suc-k on their Baby bottles. After the mush, they had jelly and fruit and loved it. Greg wet his Nappies during the feed, good Baby. I decided to change him and made him crawl upstairs to the Nursery. Greg and Ian followed Rita upstairs. You could see tge piss sloshing between his Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. At top of the stairs he crawled to the door at top end of hall. I told him to stop and said "Baby welcome to your Nursery, your new home full of Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, Rompers, Bibs, Nappies Pail, Plastic Pants Pail etc." What will his reaction be when he goes into the room were he will spend lots of time.
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Will update more on Baby Greg, Ian, Nurse Rita very very soon. Keep yourself in ur Nappies and Plastic Pants, Steve in Scotland.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on June 27, 2026, 04:46:27 PM »
âI must admit, I had originally planned to name two winnersâJosh and Kathy. But after a lovely chat with both Mrs. Smyth and our dear Kathy earlier this afternoon, Kathy insisted the honor go to her brother alone. She said, and I quote, âJosh deserves itâIâve never seen anyone make such a sacrifice for our family tradition.ââ There was a gentle ripple of laughter and several admiring glances at Kathy, who blushed but lifted her chin proudly, her eyes never leaving her brother.
The crowd broke into enthusiastic murmurs, but to Josh, it was like a tidal wave threatening to wash him away. He sat rooted to his chair, his throat suddenly dry, while Kathy gave him a warm, encouraging nudge.
Finally, Mrs. Standish cleared her throat, her voice ringing out: âThe winner for Best Outfit isâŚâ She paused to beam at Josh as if he were a tasty little dessert to be gobbled up. âOf course,â she continued, âwho else could it be but our adorable Josh Brantley!â
Immediately, applause erupted as Josh felt his heart drop. The prospect of being paraded in front of everyone was almost too much. His cheeks flamed as Mrs. Standish gestured for him to join her, and the roomâs gazes seemed to converge on every ruffled edge of his ornate Fauntleroy suit.
Mrs. Standish smiled grandly, then insisted that Josh step forwardâalone. âLetâs all admire Joshâs extraordinary Fauntleroy suit!â she announced, her voice ringing out and somehow magnifying every mortifying detail of his sissyish outfit. As he stood, Mrs. Standish began to point out the intricate details of his adorable velvet jacket, his prissy lace cuffs, and his femininely delicate bows.
Joshâs knees wobbled unsteadily as he stood and tentatively stepped forward. Heart pounding and legs trembling as he rose, the sissified teen shuffled toward the front. Every step felt like it was under a spotlight, every eye in the room fixed on the elaborate frills and ribbons of his Fauntleroy suit. He barely dared to glance at the crowd, but the mixture of grins and curious stares only made his cheeks burn all the brighter.
The crowd laughed and giggled appreciatively, but for Josh, the moment stretched into an eternity of mortification.
Mrs. Standish continued with gusto, âPay attention to that charming pink velvet jacket, those ornate lace cuffs, and the sweet bows at his kneesâsuch attention to detail!â Before Josh could even think of retreat, Mrs. Smyth stood up and joined in with even more exuberance, turning him in a slow circle so the crowd could gawk at the shiny buttons, pink polished nails, and the delicate frills adorning his blouse.
Speaking to the crowd, she practically exclaimed âLook at that precious lace collar and that darling sash! Donât he look just scrumptious?â Her enthusiasm earned a ripple of laughter from the audience.
Josh stood rigid, face flaming, while the crowd whispered and tittered, some pointing and snickering. He was acutely aware of every bow, every ribbon and layer of lace as Mrs. Standish and Mrs. Smyth described each frilly detail, right down his restrictive corset and the ruffled socks peeking out from his pink velvet Mary Janes. His ordeal stretched out endlessly, as he was now the unwilling focus of everyoneâs attention. His embarrassment grew with each new observation. He tried to shrink into himself amid the applause and teasing giggles, but somehow he still managed a wobbly, mortified smile. He felt exposed and helpless, but he tried to muster a smile.
Someone in the front row whispered, âHe really does look like a prissy little lord!â prompting appreciative giggles.
In that moment, Joshâs need to use the restroom became insistent.
But Mrs. Smyth continued, eyes twinkling with delight as she took in every detail of Joshâs attire. âNow everyone, I simply must point out the artistry here,â she exclaimed, her voice brimming with pride. She then directed everyoneâs gaze to his pristine tights, âdonât overlook the stockingsâpure white with just a hint of a sheen, and perfectly snug, of course. They set off his darling pink velvet Mary Janes so beautifully! Oh, those shoesâcustom-dyed and finished with the sweetest little buckles.â
Mrs. Standish continued, âand of course, the pièce de rĂŠsistanceâhis beautiful lace collar!â Mrs. Smyth gently lifted the snowy white lace so everyone could better appreciate its grandeur, âIt frames his face just like a portraitâabsolutely precious!â
But Mrs. Smyth wasnât finished, âand letâs all give a round of applause for Miss Andrea, who worked her magic on these darling ringlets.â She gently twirled one of his glossy curls around her finger, drawing attention to the softly bouncing, perfectly defined tresses that crowned Joshâs head.
She finished with a proud nod, her hand still resting lightly on Joshâs shoulder. âJosh is truly a vision of Victorian grace!â
Joshâs heart pounded faster with every passing moment, and the pressure in his bladder grew overwhelming. He tried to focus on Mrs. Smythâs words, nodding along as she gestured at his ringlets and the delicate bows at his knees, but his thoughts were consumed by the urgent need for relief. The crowdâs attention, laughter, and applause all blurred together as he shifted his weight again, hoping no one would notice the panic etched on his face. His ears began to ring. Standing in front of the crowd, his legs pressed tightly together, he rocked subtly from foot to foot, desperately trying to maintain composure. Each time he shifted, his ornate suit and ruffled collar drew only more admiring glances from the audience.
Then, all at once, Joshâs body finally betrayed him. He could no longer hold it, and a warm gusher of wetness spilled into his diaper, thankfully hidden beneath the elaborate layers of his Fauntleroy suit. As the pressure broke through his strained control, a sharp flush of shame colored his cheeks. A shiver of mortification raced through him and his cheeks burned beet red. The audience seemed to mistake his movements for excitement and nerves and broke into another round of applause. It seemed they were entirely unaware of Joshâs ordeal as he stood trembling, caught between relief and the deep embarrassment of the afternoonâs spectacle.
At once, the shameful reality of his situation set in. As he completely soaked himself like a toddler, the sissified teen stood helplessly as the center of attention in his over-the-top Fauntleroy suit.
His mother watched all this with interest. A mother always knows. She felt a little pang of embarrassment for her prettified son, but she also couldnât suppress a giggle at how unexpectedly cute the situation was. âNo half measures,â Gwendolyn again though to herself. She couldnât help it. She was pleased to see one more vestige of boyishness being ripped away before her eyes.
Active Sissy Stories / Re: Terry Nappies and AB Plastic Pants UK
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