Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Village
« Last post by BabyJay on October 26, 2025, 05:02:48 AM »
Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on October 25, 2025, 11:05:49 AM »
Inside, Josh’s heart churned with reluctance. His mother’s syrupy words of praise felt like tiny daggers as he felt hopelessly trapped by his own choices. Josh squirmed uneasily in his seat, feeling himself shrink under the weight of all this clucking and doting. He wanted to protest, but instead he replied the way he knew was expected, “Oh yes Mommy. I love being your little angel! I just adore all my pretty new things and the way they make me feel!” The words escaped his lips almost unconsciously, hinting at that growing part of him that seemed to welcome the attention. A faint glimmer of longing in his eyes seemed to betray the confusion in his heart. Despite his meekly girlish words, however, the looming prospect of endless days spent in frills and petticoats made his heart tighten with a flutter of dread. Josh could only sigh inwardly as he felt caught up in a current too strong to resist.
“I’m so proud of you darling!” his mother gushed in response, “we are all so eager to help you!” Gwendolyn’s eyes sparkled with unmistakable excitement as she spoke. She remained resolved to stamp out any lingering traces of rowdy boyishness in her son. She found herself taking pleasure in each small victory, whether it was a dainty gesture, a perfectly smoothed curl, or a flawless frill. She silently repeated her mantra again, “No half-measures!”
All the other women around the table nodded with patronizing smiles, their eyes twinkling with delight at Josh’s adorable blushing. To Josh, it also seemed that they had reached an unspoken agreement to redouble their efforts in helping him on his new feminine journey. They spoke as if his total transformation was already a foregone conclusion. Although this had begun with his choices, he now had the sinking feeling that his fate was being decided for him.
Josh tried to maintain his composure as his emotions fluttered. He sat stiffly in his chair, the elaborate trappings of the Fauntleroy suit a constant, inescapable presence enveloping him from collar to toe. Under his mother’s adoring gaze, he again felt the unyielding confines of his sturdy corset. Its constant restriction ensured he didn’t slouch and instead presented a polished, upright posture. He felt uncomfortable heat inside his bulky diaper and panties as his little man futilely agitated in its pink prison. He realized his hands were quivering. Every inch of the outfit seemed meticulously designed to create the most sissyish look possible—from the frothy lace that cascaded over his chest to the intricate bows perched atop every seam and hem. With little conscious thought, he nervously brushed a stiff ringlet back from his face in a very girlish way, making his gleaming pink fingernails sparkle gaily.
Gwendolyn took note of his feminine gesture, and she smiled with satisfaction as he next clasped his knees together without added encouragement. These were more signs that her persistent guidance was beginning to properly mold her son’s behavior. Still, Gwendolyn could not resist pushing him even a bit further as she noticed his collar was slightly askew. She also saw that he didn’t quite get that stray ringlet adjusted exactly right. She spoke again, “You know, Josh, we have a golden opportunity here at High Tea to work on your deportment. This is an ideal setting to continue refining your manners and bearing.” Then, she directed him, “Hold still for me, dear.” Josh sat obediently as she reached over with maternal precision to fussily adjust his extravagant Fauntleroy collar until once again it was perfectly arranged over his shoulders. The lace tickled his throat and neck as she worked. Then, she gently smoothed his corkscrew curls so they better framed his face. With an appraising glance, she also nudged her son’s feet closer together beneath his chair to create a more demure appearance.
Josh felt incredibly childish and powerless to be so tenderly attended to in this way. Normal teenage boys didn’t get coddled like this in public! It embarrassed him terribly, but he had no choice but to suffer through it.
Taking Gwendolyn’s cue, Miss Andrea then stood up to assist after seeing Gwendolyn adjust Josh’s curls so sweetly, “I also can’t help but notice your hairbow is a little crooked, sweetheart,” she said kindly as she stood over the emasculated lad. With deft fingers, she primped his gorgeous pink bow just so, ensuring it was nestled daintily in his springy curls exactly the way she wanted. As Miss Andrea hovered over him, he realized that she was wearing a floral perfume that she didn’t have on earlier. The delicately feminine fragrance wafted in his nose and practically enveloped him as she coaxed his hairbow into place.
Just then, Mrs. Standish reappeared. She paused beside their table, watching with interest as Miss Andrea fluffed and straightened Josh’s hairbow.
Next, Mrs. Smyth joined in. She said, "Oh Andrea, while you're up, why don’t you brighten up those lovely puffs and ruffles on his blouse? They appear a tad droopy to me."
Giggling, Miss Andrea said, “Of course!” She reached around her charge and began delicately fluffing out the delicate lace on Josh’s silk blouse with short, quick strokes of her nimble fingers. She pinched and teased until the ruffles again cascaded in billowy waves down his chest.
“There you are, sweetie,” Miss Andrea said as she finished up, “such beautiful lace deserves to be seen!”
As this infantile pampering and fussing continued, Josh’s humiliation only grew. He felt much more like a helpless child at a "Little Miss" pageant than a teenage boy! Still, he replied softly but sweetly, “Thank you, Miss Andrea. I’m sure my ruffles are perfect now!” Mrs. Smyth nodded approvingly.
Active Sissy Stories / The Village
« Last post by Howarth66 on October 24, 2025, 11:30:05 AM »
Fredrick worked for the security services in London his official title was civil servant but in reality, he was an Mi6 agent his life was good he rented a flat from Gloria Harbottle a plump middle-aged woman with short hair she wore striking red lip stick usually dress in long black dress with black high heels she was a fair but stern women. Fredrick would come home after a days work and have dinner with gloria the problem is that he would talk and let slip of secret and sensitive material and that Gloria would tell her bridge club all the juicy detail this went on for over a year until one day that fateful day when Fredrick came home sat down to dinner with gloria half way though the meal suddenly a green gas started to come though the dining room door. Fredrick reacted in an instant trying to open the door but it would not move he then try to open the windows they would not budge. Both Fredrick and Gloria began to panic frantically try to open the door and window to no avail. They both started to feel dizzy and light headed until they passed out.
Fredrick woke up in a bedroom his bed was very childish and the wall had cartoon characters like pepper pig and bob the builder on them that’s when he notices his cloths first, he was in a juvenile sailors outfit the sort you dress toddlers in his legs were in white tights and he had black Mary Jane shoes on he also noticed the buckles had little locks on them. That when he felt his crotch it was very heavily padded, he realised he had been diapered and by the noise that they had place plastic pants on the sort babies or toddlers use. On top of the plastic pants were toddler sailor shorts with three rows of lacy strips on the bottom. He tried to take them off but they did not budge that when he notices the shorts had a chain sewn into the waist with a heart shaped padlock attached at the rear of the shorts he was locked in there was also a padlock on the collar of the toddler’s sailor shirt preventing him taking of, the toddler uniform.
Just then the door opened a large lady in a nursery maids’ uniform was in the door way she said Master Fredrick would you please come this way into the lounge an then I will take you to number one to explain your circ-umstances. Freddy followed the lady into the lounge. In the lounge was a large middle age lady dressed in a short toddler dress made from tartan cloth the hem was so short he could see her tights and the silk panties that covered them the panties were white silk with tree pink lace ruffles on her bottom the tight were ribbed white tights and she had frilly toddler socks on with a pair of black Mary janes. The dress hides nothing on her panties or tights and hade white lace on the hem. Also, the collar was a yolk collar with lace and it zipped up at the back it too was padlocked as well as a chain in the panties with a small heart shaped padlock. Freddy locked at the girls face she had a harness on which gagged here mouth she was trying to scream but all that came out a like a baby gurgling noise. She had pig tails in her hair with red ribbons. Freddy took a deeper look at the women’s face then realised that it was Miss Harbottle. He also notices from the large bulge in gloria knickers she was heavily diapered and when she walked, she had the same noise as his plastic pants made taking a closer look, he saw that beneath her nickers the plastic pantie were pink.
Gloria desperately tried to talk she tried to take off the harness that gagged her mouth but it was securely locked on all that kept coming out was noises ga yay to two nursery nurses smile you’re not going to be able to talk though the gag you should not have been a naughty girl and hit one of the nurses your punishment will be harsh and could be permanent. The two nursery nurse said you to love birds are now going two have injections two for miss Harbottle first one is a long acting sedative to calm her down like a little girl unfortunately the side effect is to make her a dumb bimbo the second injection you will both have is a permanent love potion will means you will always want to get into each other’s knickers even though Fredrick you are now a toddler sissy boy. The nurse grab holds of Gloria unlocked her knickers and pulled down her knickers plastic pants and cloth diaper Freddy notice she had been shaved around her crotch they injected her in her bottom twice then replace her diapers plastics and locked her knickers on. They did the same to Freddy at first the injection did not seem to be effective Freddy thought it will not work as I am in my late twenties and Gloria is in her 50s and plump but not unactive to the more mature man. How fifteen minutes lates the effect had work all that Freddy wanted to do was to get inside Gloria’s Knickers even though she was about the age of his mother and it was clear that gloria injection had worked she look a lot doper with a kind of drug induced smile she waddled over to Freddy tried to kiss him with her gag on Freddy grabbed her in an embrace putting his hand on her padded bottom and frilly knickers.
The nurses said it is time to meet number 1 he will explain why. Gloria took Freddy’s hand and they followed the nurse outside as Freddy looked around there were women of all ages dressed in different colour clothing but the style was the same and they could all been seen to be heavily diapered he also look and saw plenty on men dress in sissy shorts and tights with the tell-tale sign of being diaper as he was. Some of the men look very sad they were dressed much more like a girl in pink shorts with lace on the bottom and they looked like they had boobs as they wore semi-transparent blouse with a bra on.
As Freddy and Gloria Walk towards a tall building which looked like an old-fashioned Italian style town hall. As they moved toward the building suddenly what Freddy thought was a women coming out of the front door Freddy looked closer and realised it was a man dressed as a toddler girl in the exact same outfit as Gloria except for a few differences Freddy notice he had pink Mary Janes with little padlocks on and on the breast of the dress was a blue number Twenty. He was desperately trying to take off his knickers and his diapers could be clearly seen he then tried to take of his dress and shoes but all the locks prevented him from doing so. He shouted my name is Pattrick please help me I tried to escape the village and was caught they dressed me a sissy toddler girl please help me get this silly knickers and dress and baby pantyhose off. One of the nurses said Pattrick you’re a sissy Pattrick who is a wetsy betty who pees herself. Instantly Pattrick stopped put his hands on his crotch and started to wet himself the yellow stain could be seen forming in his diaper beneath his plastic panties and silk knickers. Pattrick started to cry as he stood there in his soaking wet diapers just then two nursery nurse came out of the building and put pink leather reins on Pattrick come on sweet pea time for a coffee at the café perhaps when your friend have meet number one and been dealt their punishment they would like to meet you their Pattrick said what about my wet nappy “oh naughty girl get their diapers changed when the nurses feel like changing them. Now come along poor old Pattrick had no choice with the reins on he was forced to go being pulled along waddling along in his soggy diapers.
The two-nurses guided Freddy and Gloria through the big door into number 1 office their stood a large grey hair lady in a pin stripped suit she smiled good morning, Gloria and Freddy. First let me tell you why you are here. Freddy, you have been talking to gloria about your secret work and Gloria has been telling her bridge club some of them were enemy agents as a result you have been retired and sent to the village Gloria was sent to because she has classified information. Your stay at the village is indefinite and Freddy as you can see Gloria has already been punished for here lose tongue, she is about to have a treatment which will enlarge her tongue and make her talk with a lisp and only be able to say simple little girl words. You are going to be punished as well we feel you have acted more like a silly little girl than a man so you are going to have a change of clothes. Your wardrobe in your flat has already had the cloths charged to that of a toddler girl with knickers short dresses pretty tights and girly shoes enjoy as she laughed take them to the processes plant and then bring them back.
They were both taken along a corridor to a pair of double doors when entering there were a row of chairs Gloria was taken over to one of them and she was strapped into the chair. Freddy was taken to a small side room were the were lots and lots of frilly girls’ cloths but in his size, he started to try to run but quickly the nurse took a syringe inject him with a mild sedative which instantly made him a bit dizzy and very floppy the nurses quickly stripped him of his toddler boys’ cloths. The first thing they did was put a diaper and clear pair of plastic pants on with pink lace and a pink bow it also had tree pink lace ruffles on the bottom. The plastic pants had a small chain at the top which the nurses locked with a heart shaped padlock. Next came a pair of transparent silver white with a pink tinge pantyhose with printed daisy flowers on them. Next the nurses put on a very short petticoat that came just below the hem of the pantyhose it was a mass of frillies and ruffles but his diapers and plastic pants were in full view.
Next came a pink satin dress same length as the petticoat it had a lacy yoked collar which zipped up at the back the nurse used another heart shaped padlock to secure the dress around his neck. The pink satin on the dress had slightly more pink heart patten all over it. The short sleeves had white lace on them as well as the hem of the dress.
Freddy was escorted to a chair next to Gloria he noticed the dress had a blue number on it 14 and Gloria dress had a pink number 15 on it. The nursery nurses secured Freddy to the chair with wrist staps. Next, they put some pink frilly socks on with white lace and put some pink Mary Janes with a daisy print the shoes had locks on them and they locked Freddy into the shoes. The nurse produced two machines that were like old fashioned hair driers they place them over each of them. They said to Freddy and Gloria these are mind control machine that will change your brain wave into incontinent toddlers with a mental age of a two-year-old but you will have adult urges and still feel extremely horny about each other. There will also be some control messages that you will be unable to resist. The hoods of the machine came down onto the heads of Freddy and Gloria and started buzzing at first Freddy tried to keep his mind focused but soon he felt dizzy confused and sleepy he dropped off to sleep the next thing he remember is waking up. He felt quite normal the nurses let Gloria and Freddy out of the chairs led them to a table Freddy looked at Gloria his feelings where he wanted sex but he just gigged like a little girl gloria did the same but she went red with embarrassment. On the table was some books the nurse asked them to pick them up and read them Freddy picked up the book open it looked at the words and found he did not recognise them it was like a different language then the nurse gave him a toddler book hungry caterpillar he open it with extreme difficulty he read the first line “tith cattypith with hunith” he realised he had a childlike lisp when he spook and his reading age was about four years old. Gloria was even worse she could only babel like a baby she looked dazed then the nursery nurse said we had a special programme for Gloria’s punishment she is now designated special needs.
Right said the nursery nurses time to go, we can grab a coffee at the café then go home Freddy lisped if yoth thinth I am going out of here dressed like thing your mistaken. The nursery nurses smiled they grab him them put pink leather reins on him and locked the waist band on him they attached pink leather leads on the waist and said that should help and laughed. They did the same to Gloria. Freddy tried to dig his heels in but the shiny sole of his pink Mary Janes gave him no grip so as one of the nurses pulled the reins he could not resist and was dragged along Gloria in her mental reduction just skipped along unaware of her of her juvenile cloths and diapers. Freddy struggled to resist as the nurses pulled him along, he got the entrance and held on for dear life. Then one of the nurses produced a pair of frilly white silk glove she forced Fredrick hands of the door and put the gloves on his hands securing them by two small locks. Freddy grabbed the door again but this time he could not get a grip the silk glove made his hands slip before he knew it; he was outside in the village again. He was led to the coffee shop as they sat down Freddy’s reins were anchored to the chair. The nurses went and got the coffee’s they gave the coffees to Gloria and Freddy as Freddy drunk his coffee it tasted very sweet what he did not know was there was a diuretic and laxative in it. It wasn’t long after drinking the coffee that Freddy started to feel the need for the toilet, he suddenly felt the need to pee and also to have a poo. He asks the nurses if he could use the toilet they said yes, it’s over their go-ahead. Freddy goes to get up but as he tries to stand but the reins prevent him from getting out of the chair. The nurses laughed and say having problems, the toilet is just over their go on. Freddy tried with all his strength to free himself but all he could do was to semi stand out of the chair until the reins pushed him back. Then suddenly it was too late he felt his diaper getting wet as he pissed himself and then a loud fart as the liquid poo gushed from his bottom. At that moment the reins forced him back into the chair seat and the poo spread over his bottom. He looked across to gloria who was red in the face fight herself to get out of the chair then he herd her fart and the red-faced turn to that of embarrassment as she had shit herself, she slowly sat down and burst into tears. Nurses said about time we got you girl’s home it sounds like and smells like you girls need a diaper change. The nurses undo the reins from the chair and reattach them the walk back to their cottage was uncomfortable Freddy walked bow legged because of the mess in his diapers however Gloria was oblivious because of her metal regression so she skipped along as if nothing was a miss. They arrived at their cottage as they entered Freddy was led off to his bedroom and bathroom were there was a changing table had been fitted in the corner the bathroom still had a bath and a toilet which had a locking mechanism which was firmly locked. The nursery nurses unlocked Freddy dress took it off along with his Mary Janes and his pantyhose. Next, they unlocked his plastic panties and ten removed the soiled diaper and put it in his diaper pail and closed the lid. Freddy was cleaned up his privates were then shaved he was then covered in petroleum jelly and talc. A new diaper was pinned on and then a pair of light baby pink lockable plastic panties the nurses locked them in place so that Freddy would not be able to remove his diapers. Next came a pain of white patterned woolly tights the type that old ladies wear. They then put a navy-blue smock dress and Freddy it was very short and only just covered the top of his pantyhose, however his plastic panties and diapers were in full view. The collar of the dress was yoke shaped but made from what lace it made Freddy look like a frumpy girl add to this was a pair of old fashion heeled shoes made out of brown leather with brown laces. He looked in the mirror saw a girl dress in a juvenile outfit he tried desperately to pull the hem of his dress down to cover his diaper but it was impossible all he saw was a very padded crotch and a huge padded bum/fanny from where the diaper was and also you could see the outline and colour of the plastic panties. He could not hide the fact he looked like an incontinent toddler.
Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on October 21, 2025, 07:49:43 PM »
Incredulous at this turn of events, Josh just gawked as he watched Justin’s mother shepherd him away. Worry crept into his own thoughts. His own mother seemed to be enjoying all this petticoating very much—perhaps even more than he’d realized up until now. Not for the first time this week, Josh suspected that his new journey in dresses was no longer just about him alone—it was, in some important ways, becoming a shared experience. The choice to start his journey into girlishness had certainly been his, but there was no question that his mother seemed delighted with his decision!
The sissified teenager felt the unwelcome tingling in his rhumba panties again as they all sat back down to continue with High Tea. As if they had read Josh’s mind, Gwendolyn and the other ladies began to discuss the differences between Justin’s predicament and Josh’s situation. Sheepishly seated between his mother and Miss Andrea, Josh looked like the very picture of a storybook sissy boy in his immaculate Little Lord Fauntleroy suit, his curls bouncing gaily and his cheeks still sweetly tinged pink.
Mrs. Smyth, ever observant, commented, “You know, you can put a child in the prettiest frock, but it’s clear Justin is still just a boy in a dress.” She added, “He’s like a grumpy baby with all that pouting and fidgeting. Unlike Josh here, the gentle spirit just isn’t in him yet.” Her words were a recognition that Justin’s transformation was something done to him, not something he had chosen. She then turned to Josh and addressed him in a sweet tone, “On the other hand, Josh dear, it does my heart good to see you sitting so nicely in your beautiful Fauntleroy outfit and behaving just as you should!” The other ladies offered murmurs of agreement, their smiles tinged with understanding.
Miss Andrea concurred, “It’s true. It’s charming to see Josh here so adorably dolled up in his little suit for tea time, so polite and sweet!” As she spoke, she softly patted Josh’s hand with reassuring fondness as if he were a toddler. This only made the sissified teen’s cheeks flush pinker. She continued, “As darling as he is, Justin’s just not ready to embrace his situation.” Something seemed to catch her eye, and she giggled, “at least not yet anyway!” Then, pointing discreetly across the room, she said “Look at him over there.”
All their eyes turned to a table on the other side of the room where Justin was perched primly upright on the absolute edge of his chair like a delicate caged canary. His fastidiously arranged bustle and petticoats occupied most of the chair seat behind him, and his lap was buried under a buoyant mass of rustling skirts, frills and satin. They all watched as he took a timid sip of tea under his mother’s watchful eye. While Samantha wore a huge grin, the look of misery on Justin’s face was obvious even from across the room. After another moment, Josh felt everyone’s attention return to him.
Even Kathy giggled and got into the act. She spoke lovingly to him as though he were her little sister, “I’m so happy to have my sweet brother back again, Joshy! And you are so cute in your suit with those springy curls and rosy cheeks!”
Taking all this in, Gwendolyn settled her focus back on Josh. She spoke in a loving but resolute tone, “That’s right. My sweet Josh here is on a different path.” Then, with gentle encouragement, she continued, “Josh, what makes your journey so special is that you had the courage to choose the pretty things, the frills and the lace all by yourself.” Addressing her son directly, she added, “Once you were honest with yourself, you realized you were meant to be Mommy’s little angel! Isn’t that right sweetheart?” She paused for a moment, her eyes warm and tender as she waited for Josh’s response.
Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on October 21, 2025, 12:14:49 PM »
Half an hour before the session. Ellie had already set everything up as planned, and smuggled the girls into the waiting-room while Tim was in the shower. He had emerged wrapped in a towel in a cloud of scent.
“You smell nice!”
“Yeah. Cool stuff. It’s Bobby’s. ‘E won’t mind.”
“I’ve made you a snack. I’ll get your outfit.”
“Fanks, Ellie. So… what’s this Phillipa girl like?”
“I told you. Pretty, and I’ve heard she’s polite and well-mannered as well. She’s your age. Your birthday was in September, right? So she’s only a month younger than you.”
“Right…”
“Pity Bobby’s not here…”
“That’s ‘is loss, ain’t it? ‘E’s off somewhere doin’ ‘is own fing…”
“Here’s your uniform. Pop-front today.” (She hoped he wouldn’t notice the pop-back as well.) “It’s a long session, so you may need to use the loo…”
He went into his room, and returned five minutes later fully dressed, baseball cap backwards. “There’s no plug in these…”
“No, Tim. I didn’t think it would be appropriate, with Phillipa being a newbie and all…”
“Makes a nice change…”
“Why do you wear your cap like that, Tim?” frowned Ellie. “Do you think it looks cool?”
“Don’t you?”
“I suppose you think she’ll be impressed…”
But Tim was busy admiring himself in the mirror.
“Why is it so long…?
“I imagine her mother paid, and wanted to make sure she got the works.”
“Oh, she’ll get the works, a’ right…”
“Not the famous Timmy chat-up routine, surely…?”
“Why not? It never fails…”
“If you say so. But remember you’re here to work, Tim. With all the time you’ve got, her boots should be gleaming by the time you’re done.”
“No worries, Ellie. I’m the best at what I does. She should be ‘ere by now…”
“Oh. Maybe she sneaked in. Let’s take a look.”
She crossed the corridor and opened the door.
“Phillipa! You’re here already. And you’ve brought a friend. Hi, Candy.”
Tim’s face fell.
“Candy?”
He knew her only too well – and her connection to Diana Murchison.
“I’m sure you’ll cope, Tim. You have all afternoon, after all…” said Ellie, slyly. With which remark she departed.
Candy and Phillipa were sitting apart, with a seat in between them. They were like two little peas in a pod, Candy in white and black, Phillipa in white and red. They were both made up, lip gloss, mascara, the lot. Their shorts and boots were glossy and immaculate, their spandex tops taut over the breasts, Phillipa’s tucked into her shorts, Candy’s cropped, showing her belly button. For the session both had stitched little red hearts just above the left breast. They wore matching baseball caps, Candy’s with a letter C on the front, Phillipa’s a letter P. Candy had a smug expression on her face. Phillipa was regarding Tim with undisguised delight.
“Come and sit with us, Timmy,” smiled Candy.
“I, er, weren’t expectin’ t-two…” he stammered.
Candy got up, took him by the wrist, and seated him next to Phillipa. She resumed her own seat the other side of him.
“Do you like our outfits?”
“We’re pagegirls!” giggled Phillipa.
“B-but I fought we was the only ones…”
“Not any more, Timmy. You’ve started a fashion. You’re going to see pagegirls everywhere from now on!”
Tim looked dazed and slightly nervous.
“See we’re wearing our TFC badges?” said Candy. “We’re the founder members of your fan club, aren’t we Phillipa?”
“Yes. We think you’re the coolest, Tim. I sneaked a piccy of your when you were walking up to the offices the other day. I’ve printed it out and it’s over my bed now.”
Tim began to take interest. “Really?”
“Yeah. Listen – could we have a selfie with you right here. I brought my selfie stick just in case. Please, Timmy…”
There was no better way of getting in Tim’s good books than by way of his ego.
“Sure. No probs.”
Phillipa took three snaps with them sitting, another three standing, with the arms around each other. She was almost bouncing with excitement.
“I’ll get my mum to print these off. If I did that…would you sign a couple for us, Tim?”
“Course - be a pleasure.”
“Would you mind if we gave some to our friends to put up at home or in the stables? We wouldn’t if you objected, but…”
“Go ahead,” said Tim, with obvious satisfaction. “I mean, if they really want ‘em,” he added, with a pretence of modesty.
“Loads of them have asked us,” said Phillipa, putting a hand on his thigh. “I can’t believe we got a session with you. There’s a huge waiting-list you know. But Ellie somehow slipped us in – even ahead of that Serena girl, she said…”
“Serena? ‘Er? I fought we’d seen the last of ‘er. Thank you for savin’ me,” he laughed. Then he turned to Candy.
“You’re Miss Murchison’s niece, Candy…” There was a hint of suspicion in his voice.
“I am. But don’t judge me by that. We’re not on good terms. I don’t know what happened at her last session with you – she refuses to tell me. But if it was anything like I imagine, I apologise on her behalf.”
Tim felt relieved. “Fanks. That’s nice of you. It weren’t anyfing really bad…”
“She can be horrid. Especially when she’s with that Eleanor. She should know better at her age than to exploit young men like you. But she just can’t help herself.” She sighed. “But Tim, seriously, you’re so handsome and you have such a great bod. You have no idea how many girls want a session with you. Don’t you find it difficult fending them all off?”
“Well, sometimes… I mean, I ain’t done nuffin’ to earn all this attention, like…”
Tim was feeling better and better every second.
Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on October 21, 2025, 11:58:49 AM »
Candy and Phillipa insisted on wearing their new outfits back to the Centre. It was after two-thirty when they arrived, so Bobby and Tim were working, allowing the girls to show themselves off to their friends – which had Cynthia’s phone ringing off the hook for most of the afternoon! But everyone was sworn to secrecy – at least for the next few days, until Tim’s special session.
The next day Ellie arranged for the afternoon sessions to be put back half an hour, and told the boys to take a long lunchbreak. Once they were gone, she showed Candy and Phillipa into the waiting room.
“Wow! This is cool…” said Phillipa.
“Yeah… There’s room for a lot of customers here…” added Candy.
“In the winter, when there’s lots of muddy boots, they might be queueing up,” remarked Ellie. “But follow me. I need to show you a few things…”
She led the way into the parlour itself. The girls were amazed at how large and well-equipped it was. Phillipa began to check the cupboards.
“There’s everything in here they could possibly need. All these brushes! And creams and polishes! I’m going to book a session for myself, especially now I have these gorgeous thigh boots!”
She tried the tall cupboard at the end.
“Oh! Is this locked?”
“Yes. But I have the key. Perhaps you’d like to open it.” She handed Philippa the little silver key.
The others looked on as she turned it in the lock, Candy frowning slightly, Ellie looking smug. Phillipa opened the door, and looked inside with an expression of puzzlement. Candy gasped. Her face lit up.
“Wow! Sex toys!”
“Yes, Candy. Quite a selection, too.”
“Gosh, Ellie!” exclaimed Phillipa. “Will we be allowed to…”
“Use them? Of course. I’ll give you a quick preview right now. Then you can explore everything for yourselves. This may be useful – but only after you’ve thoroughly psychologically subdued him… Taught him who’s the boss – or bosses. He’s been getting too big for his boots recently – forgive the pun – so bring him down to earth. But always remember not to damage his self-esteem too much.”
She pulled out a small St. Andrew’s cross, made of leather-covered steel.
“Do you know what this is? No? The big ones fix to the wall, and allow you to spreadeagle the subject and secure him by wrists and ankles. This fixes to the floor. I’ll show you.”
She positioned the cross flat on the floor, with the centre over a small steel aperture sunk into the tiles. Then she bolted it in place using a long threaded steel bolt which she turned with an Allen key.
“See these rings at the ends? You fit the subject with wrist and thigh cuffs – they’re right here – they just strap on – and use four screw links to attach them to the rings. Then he’s down on all fours and there’s nothing he can do about it.”
“Would he actually let us do that, Ellie…?”
“Oh, don’t worry Phillipa. You will have special guest status, and he wouldn’t dare refuse. He has to obey, or be punished by Miss Poole. That’s what scares him most.”
“Really?” gasped Phillipa excitedly. “So he has to do everything we say? That so cool…”
“So what happens then?” asked Candy.
“He’s at your mercy, darling. What happens next is up to you. You can have a dig through the cupboards and see what you can find. I’ll make sure he’s totally vulnerable. I’ll set everything up in advance, including two little self-focussing videocams. All the usual surveillance cameras will be turned off. I’ll put one on the shelf behind the chairs, facing him, and the other on the cupboards on the left. There’ll be a third in the waiting room covering the chairs opposite the door, so sit there initially. This is the controller. I’ll leave it in the waiting-room. Turn it on just before the session. If at any time he makes a fuss, there’s plenty of gags in there you can use to keep him quiet. The best ones to subdue him are the suc-kable ones. You’ll see some have a reservoir. He’s got a very sweet tooth so you can fill them with condensed milk. That’ll calm him down. There’s a bottle with a special nozzle or some syringes for filling them.”
“Wow, you’ve thought of everything…” said Candy, thoughtfully.
“Not me – Miss Poole. Anyway, that’s about it. I’ll let you in early so you can go through the cupboard and see what you might want to use. No restrictions. Be inventive! Any questions?”
The girls shook their heads.
“Remember, try to gain his trust first of all. Talk to him – see if you can get him to open up. He can’t resist pretty girls, especially when there’s no Bobby around to take the lead.”
“He’ll be like putty in our hands,” laughed Candy.
“Leave it to us, Ellie,” smiled Phillipa. “
“Take your time – you have the whole afternoon – as long as you like. But whatever you do, have fun!”
Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on October 21, 2025, 11:55:14 AM »
It only remained to ask Phillipa if she was up for the prank. She didn’t take much persuading.
“What, Candy? Are you saying we’d get pageboy – I mean pagegirl outfits, just like those two sissies down at the boot parlour? That’d be great. I mean, they look stupid, but on a girl… But what do they cost?”
“Don’t worry. My aunt’s agreed to pay. If she didn’t Miss Poole would have picked up the tab.”
“Really? That’s amazing. Why…?”
“You’ll find out. The boys are Miss Poole’s pet project. And don’t ever tell them how silly they look! They think they’re so cool. They’re even doing a wedding next month, and my aunt tells we they’ve been booked for her friend’s party…”
“Yeah? That’s hilarious! So what are we going to do to this Tim guy?”
“We’ll find out soon. Ellie’s going to show us around the boot parlour when the boys aren’t there. She’s got plans, I gather. Whatever they are, knowing her, it’s gonna be fun…”
Once she heard the plan Cynthia was only too happy to assist. She got Ellie to measure up the girls, and send their measurements and shoe sizes, and three days later the first pagegirl uniforms were ready.
“Come round any time, Ellie,” said Cynthia, when Ellie rang her the Tuesday before Tim’s solo session. “I’ve made Phillipa’s up just like the boys’, in red latex, with red boots – but for the other girl I didn’t have enough red left and I had to use black. We already had some black thigh boots in her size, anyway. I hope that’s okay.”
“I’m sure they’ll both be happy, Cynthia. We’ll pop over lunchtime tomorrow then.”
“Perfect! See you then dear.”
They arrived just before one. Ellie opened the door for the girls. She smiled as she heard their gasps, as they took in the racks of latex, leather and satin outfits which filled the main part of the shop. She chatted to Cynthia for a while, and eventually had to go and fetch the girls so they could try on their outfits.
“I cut the shorts a centimetre under,” said Cynthia. “I imagine you’d prefer a tighter rather than a looser fit. Tricia, could you take the girls to the changing rooms and help them into their costumes? Thank you.”
Ten minutes later they appeared, Phillipa slightly flushed, Candy’s eyes dancing with evil delight. Even Ellie was taken aback.
“Wow… They look so…sexy! Especially Candy… Poor Tim…”
“Oh yes… I’m afraid that was the only top I had left. It’s a little small on her, but…”
“Don’t apologise, Cynthia! Candy, really! You’re such a flirt!”
Cynthia shook her head. “These outfits on girls work much better than I had imagined… I’m so pleased. I didn’t mention it, Ellie, but I’ve already received a few other enquiries from Pitt’s Wood girls.”
“You have? Who?”
“Oh, there was a Valerie Casement… Cathy something… and another…”
“Valerie? Cheeky bitch. She never said a word to me. She must have looked you up. Well, well. Seems like the boys may have started a trend.” She laughed. “I wonder how it’ll go down with them.”
“Bobby won’t mind. His dress is almost ready. It’s going to look great on him.”
Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on October 21, 2025, 11:51:08 AM »
Ever since the boys had first appeared in their pageboy outfits, the community of stable girls had been buzzing with excitement. Nicole had had an idea that Mélisande and her friends might like to form a fan club, but the stable girls got there first. Some of them had got their hands on a packet of the special “Bobby Boot Boy” woven badges Cynthia had produced, but soon others had obtained a rival product consisting of a red heart with the letters “TFC” – Timmy’s Fan Club – embroidered in the middle. Many wore both side by side. The strategy behind these expressions of adulation was simple – to convince the boys that in the new outfits they were god’s gift to women, and to ensure they never doubted their own sex-appeal. They had become pageboy idols! Moreover the girls always made sure to stare when they appeared in the Centre, and bestow gasps of admiration and yearning. For Bobby this was merely pleasing, if slightly embarrassing, but for Tim it was confirmation of his celebrity status, and he took every opportunity that presented itself to swagger about the stables like some sort of male model, showing off his little glossy shorts – and their contents - and telling everyone how exclusive their outfits were.
But whilst they were entertained, the girls were also a little bit jealous. Pageboys? What about pagegirls? These outfits were too cute to be restricted to males. Why couldn’t they get some for themselves? First off it would be a great way of putting Tim in his place. But quite aside from that, the whole pageboy-pagegirl look was undeniably sexy. So soon afterwards a dozen or so of them had held an impromptu meeting in one of the stables.
“God, I’d love to turn up in front of my boyfriend wearing something like that,” remarked Candy. “I reckon his eyes would just about fall out.”
Candy was actually Diana Murchison’s niece. She was a year older than the boys, but with her dark hair in pigtails and her naughty eyes she looked like a character out of St. Trinian’s. She had received an evasive and totally fictitious account of her aunt’s and Eleanor’s most recent visit to the boot parlour, which had annoyed her. “I’m not a kid, auntie,” she had complained. “I’ve heard rumours…” But she got nowhere.
“Yeah, I bet,” May replied. “The thing is, when the boys wear them they look awfully sissy – though they don’t realise it – but on girls they’d be sexy and powerful. You know how blokes are when confronted with a woman in latex. They get all nervous and sheepish. Did you see the stable lads when Serena turned up in her latex catsuit that day? They couldn’t stop staring at her but when she asked Reggie – you know, the macho one – to saddle Porter, he nearly wet himself!”
“I remember!” laughed Jessica. “Mind you, she was carrying that special dressage whip of hers. Ellie? Can you ask Cynthia about this? I bet the shorts are expensive – and we’d need boots too, to complete the outfit.”
“I can… But I think you’d be talking about a hundred plus if they were made-to measure. It’s possible she has some off the peg, which would be much cheaper.”
“First of all we should focus on pranking the boys,” said May. “Choose a couple of willing girls, buy them outfits, and send them for a session. I’d love to see the reaction.”
“Confusion, most likely,” laughed Deborah. “What do you think, Jasmine?”
Jasmine was Ellie’s closest friend, and always received updates on what was going on in the boot parlour.
“What do I think? First of all, I think we ought to isolate Tim. He relies on Bobby so much for moral support. By himself he’s a bit of a wimp. And such an awful show-off! And the way he swaggers around in front of the younger girls, like he’s some sort of film star! He needs taking down a peg or two.”
“I agree,” said Ellie. “Of course, I’ve got those videos of him and Bobby, but they’re wearing masks, and in any case I wouldn’t compromise Bobby. Yes, we need something on him alone…”
“Can we organise that, Ellie?” asked Valerie.
“No problem. I’ll find an opportunity. Bobby has to go to Cynthia’s about his dress soon.”
“Good. Then if we can get two outfits we can book a nice long session with Tim all by himself!”
“I could go,” said Candy. “I know my aunt would pay for the outfit as well. For two if I asked nicely.”
“Would she? That’d be great,” said Jasmine. “Who’d be good to send with you?”
“I could take Phillipa…”
“The new girl?”
“Yeah. I know her from school. She looks innocent, but she was always up to mischief, always playing tricks on the teachers, but so studious and serious in class they never realised she was the perpetrator. We can both wear TFC badges too – he’ll love that!”
“She sounds perfect,” laughed Ellie. “She’s cute, too. I’ve got to see Cynthia later this week. Why don’t I ask her about it, and if she can help I’ll take the pair of you with me…?”
“Great!”
“Wednesday okay?”
“Fine.”
“But what would they do?” asked Colette. “I mean, we need some sort of plan. Just getting a boot service isn’t gonna cut it, is it?”
“Oh, don’t you worry, Collette,” grinned Ellie. “You have no idea what I’ve got tucked away in the locked cupboards in the boot parlour. I’ve already got several ideas that are going to make your hair stand on end – as long as Candy’s up for it? Are you, sweetie?”
“I’m up for anything, Ellie – the naughtier the better!”
Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on October 21, 2025, 11:45:30 AM »
Things had been going so well in the boot parlour, but there were a couple of setbacks looming. The worst thing was that Miss Poole had received a phone call from Deborah’s groom explaining the wedding had been put back three weeks, owing to the bride’s mother, who lived in New Zealand, being ill. She hadn’t told the boys yet, but she knew they were all hyped up for the 8th, and now they would have to wait till the 29th. Well, it couldn’t be helped. Then there was the Mélisande issue. Clarissa had called in a couple of days ago.
“Sorry to arrive unannounced, Violet, but I wanted q quick word about Bobby.”
“Any time, Clarissa. Is there a problem?”
“Well, not with Bobby. But Mellie’s pestering me all the time. She hasn’t been able to ride him since the dressage event – that’s two whole weeks now. A couple of times she’s come to the Centre hoping to see him, but he’s either working or with that girl May. She’s getting quite frustrated.”
“Oh, poor thing. Yes, I understand.”
“And she mentioned that you had promised she and her friends could organise some pony rides with him as the pony. She was wondering if that was still on offer…”
“Oh, dear. It’s true, I did say that. It’s just that he’s been so busy. Demand for the boys’ services has been so much greater than any of us imagined. It’s a roaring success, and over the winter I think it can only get busier…”
“I see…”
“However… I’ve just been told that the wedding next weekend has been postponed. We’ve made no bookings, so why don’t I release Bobby for the whole weekend? Tim can go solo. Then Mélisande can have him to ride all Saturday, and maybe they could do the pony rides on Sunday.”
“Really? She’d be ecstatic.”
“I’ll let him know. He’ll be disappointed about the wedding, of course, but maybe this can make up for it. I’m sure he’s dying to get back in his pony suit.”
“I hope so. It’ll be hard work, I guess, on the Sunday…”
“Yes… In fact… Don’t say anything about this, will you? In fact I’ve been considering ponifying Timmy as well. He’s bigger than Bobby, so he could carry the heavier ones.” She sniggered. “I know some of the stable girls would love to get on his back…”
And they giggled like a couple of schoolgirls.
Miss Poole was also being pestered - by Serena, who wanted either another long session or a private booking at her home. But the boys had been booked up solid, and though Serena had Tim’s phone number, she knew she might get banned if she called him direct. After Clarissa had left, it occurred to her the wedding postponement could be used to kill two birds with one stone. So she got straight on the phone.
“Serena dear, it’s Violet Poole.”
“Oh! Hello, Miss Poole.”
“I’ve got good news and bad news. We’ve had a change of plan for next weekend. The wedding I told you about is off. The bad news is that Bobby’s otherwise engaged the whole weekend. The good news is that Timmy’s free the whole weekend. I don’t know what your plans are…”
“The whole weekend?”
“Well, yes…”
“Then that's a booking. What time can I collect him?”
“Well, er… You want him both days…?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, great… That takes care of both of them. I’ll tell Ellie to have him ready at nine Saturday, and you should return him Sunday evening.”
“Thank you, Miss Poole. I’ve really been missing them. I can make up for lost time now.”
“I see… Is there anything else?”
“If Ellie could pack spare outfits…and accessories…”
“I understand. It shall be done. I’ll ask Evelina to make the booking. Excellent. Thank you, Serena. I hope you have an enjoyable weekend…”
Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
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