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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on November 10, 2025, 05:16:52 PM »
The Pledge
Madison began to speak in a dramatic tone, “Tonight, we are all privileged to witness a rare ceremony. The candidates before you will make their solemn promise to Gamma Delta... in the Alexionian Society.”
At the mention of the Alexionian Society, an audible wave of excitement and anticipation seemed to sweep through the gathered Sisters. The air was suddenly electric. Members exchanged excited, knowing glances. Several clasped their hands in eager energy, and they all appeared to be fully aware of something significant about to unfold.
Watching this reaction, the four emasculated boys stood frozen at the front of the room, their faces pale with apprehension. They were incredibly confused and mortified. Still wildly uncomfortable in their new feminine skins, each boy felt the weight of curious, excited eyes upon them. They felt incredibly self-conscious of their lacy undergarments and confining dancers’ belts. Their glossy pink lips shone so daintily in the candlelight and seemed to only highlight their embarrassment. The delicate fabrics of their clothing rustled sweetly. Their crisply pleated navy skirts contrasted demurely with the creamy sheen of the tights that clung snugly to their legs. Their patent Mary Janes gleamed brightly with every nervous fidget. Their hands fidgeted with the hems of their skirts or the edges of their silky cuffs, seeking some comfort in the unfamiliar attire, but finding none.
Their hearts continued to pound, and every whispered giggle from the crowd only intensified the boys’ sense of vulnerability.
Madison, sensing she had the room in the palm of her hand, savored the moment. She continued theatrically, “This pledge marks their formal commitment to our sorority and everything we stand for.” With added seriousness, she explained, “Although we refer to them informally as our ‘Little Sisters,’ they are in actuality joining the ‘Alexionian Society.’ The Society holds a beloved place in the traditions and history of Gamma Delta. Its name calls back to the ancient Greek ‘alexis,’ meaning ‘helper.’ The Alexiones play a gentle, supportive role in our Sisterhood as our devoted and faithful helpers. The Alexionian Society is incredibly exclusive. In our history, Gamma Delta has often had years where no new members of the Society were inducted. Even in our chapter here, it has been over three years since our last.”
She let that sink in. Then she announced, “Tonight, we welcome these four… yes, I said four… new members of our cherished Alexionian Society.”
The excitement in the crowd was electric.
With a commanding presence, Madison turned toward the four flustered college freshmen. Like deer caught in the headlights, they froze. The unspoken question was obvious in their panicky eyes, “The Alexionian Society…?”
“Raise your right hands and repeat after me,” Madison instructed, her tone serious and dramatic.
The boys hesitated under the scrutiny of the entire sorority, hopelessly searching one last time for an escape. Instead of a way out, however, they saw several Sisters with their phones out taking pictures and videos! The room was silent, and the tension for the four boys was excruciating. The psychological pressure on them to comply was intense, and they felt like an invisible net had suddenly tightened over them. This net had been crafted throughout the evening: Their rapid feminine transformations, the insistent guidance of their Big Sisters, the overwhelming attention to their appearance, the parade through the house, the suspenseful build-up. Each act of compliance whether it was meekly getting dressed, sitting still for makeup, or allowing themselves to be led like children had put them more off-balance. All of it had landed them here. Now, under the glare of the spotlight, there only seemed to be one path forward.
Then, each of them received a firm, purposeful squeeze of the shoulder from his new Big Sister. Once the first hand began to move, the rest followed. One by one, Nate, Milo, Julian and Owen slowly raised their nervous hands as directed.
Madison read the words aloud, clear and steady. She paused after every line for the boys to repeat:
“I solemnly swear to the Sisterhood of Gamma Delta my steadfast devotion as a member of the Alexionian Society. Grateful to be given the privilege of service, I vow to respect and follow Gamma Delta’s values. I will embrace chastity, modesty and grace in all things. I will ever seek to embody kindness, obedience and loyalty. These things I pledge with all my heart, and all my soul, to the Sisterhood of Gamma Delta.”
Each boy repeated the pledge, voices quiet and uncertain, as phone cameras flashed around them. Milo’s cheeks burned as he stumbled over the words, and Owen’s voice wavered. Nate spoke so softly he could barely be heard, and Julian’s eyes darted to the ceiling, wishing he could disappear. Their embarrassment was palpable. They’d never felt so exposed. In particular, they all seemed to choke a bit as they promised to “embrace chastity!” They felt so helpless as the walls closed in. It was only made worse knowing that every stammer and blush was being recorded for posterity. But as their last words faded, a wave of applause mixed with some laughter began sweeping through the room.
Some sisters cheered, clapping loudly and calling out praise. “Well done, Little Sisters!” someone shouted. There was teasing too. Elise winked, “Congratulations! Now you’re really in it!” Cassidy giggled, “That’s just the beginning, boys!”
Overwhelmed, the boys stood meekly as a cheerful wave of girlish affection swept over them. They received hugs, gentle pats on the back, and many ultra-feminine air kisses so as not to smudge their makeup. More than one gentle hand glided across the boys’ backs during a hug to intentionally trace the slender lines of their bra straps underneath as if doing an inspection. The air was thick with perfume and laughter. Their faces were still flushed with embarrassment, and they were disoriented by this sudden outpouring of congratulations. Their cheeks grew even rosier at each dainty “mwah!” of another sister’s air kiss wafting by their cheeks.
The boys began catching snippets of conversation that hinted of worrisome things to come. They heard more than one Sister refer to them as “Darlings,” and a couple of Sisters said they “couldn’t wait until Sunday!” The atmosphere turned almost playful, but with an edge.
It also unnerved them that more than one Sister commented on their feminized looks. Nate overheard a pair of Sisters whisper about, "those adorable cheekbones!" Milo caught a comment about "that gorgeous hair.” Julian tried not to react when one Sister said he was "too pretty to be a boy." Owen blushed to hear "His lashes are unreal. Jealous!" Each remark only amplified their discomfort, and they felt like ornaments on display. Surrounded by all these confident Sisters while dressed in their delicate skirts and blouses left them feeling outnumbered and exposed.
As the ceremony mercifully drew to a close and the room slowly emptied, their Big Sisters gathered them together and led them upstairs with gentle, guiding hands. “Now,” Tara announced with a sparkling smile, “It’s finally time for Study Hall!”
Madison began to speak in a dramatic tone, “Tonight, we are all privileged to witness a rare ceremony. The candidates before you will make their solemn promise to Gamma Delta... in the Alexionian Society.”
At the mention of the Alexionian Society, an audible wave of excitement and anticipation seemed to sweep through the gathered Sisters. The air was suddenly electric. Members exchanged excited, knowing glances. Several clasped their hands in eager energy, and they all appeared to be fully aware of something significant about to unfold.
Watching this reaction, the four emasculated boys stood frozen at the front of the room, their faces pale with apprehension. They were incredibly confused and mortified. Still wildly uncomfortable in their new feminine skins, each boy felt the weight of curious, excited eyes upon them. They felt incredibly self-conscious of their lacy undergarments and confining dancers’ belts. Their glossy pink lips shone so daintily in the candlelight and seemed to only highlight their embarrassment. The delicate fabrics of their clothing rustled sweetly. Their crisply pleated navy skirts contrasted demurely with the creamy sheen of the tights that clung snugly to their legs. Their patent Mary Janes gleamed brightly with every nervous fidget. Their hands fidgeted with the hems of their skirts or the edges of their silky cuffs, seeking some comfort in the unfamiliar attire, but finding none.
Their hearts continued to pound, and every whispered giggle from the crowd only intensified the boys’ sense of vulnerability.
Madison, sensing she had the room in the palm of her hand, savored the moment. She continued theatrically, “This pledge marks their formal commitment to our sorority and everything we stand for.” With added seriousness, she explained, “Although we refer to them informally as our ‘Little Sisters,’ they are in actuality joining the ‘Alexionian Society.’ The Society holds a beloved place in the traditions and history of Gamma Delta. Its name calls back to the ancient Greek ‘alexis,’ meaning ‘helper.’ The Alexiones play a gentle, supportive role in our Sisterhood as our devoted and faithful helpers. The Alexionian Society is incredibly exclusive. In our history, Gamma Delta has often had years where no new members of the Society were inducted. Even in our chapter here, it has been over three years since our last.”
She let that sink in. Then she announced, “Tonight, we welcome these four… yes, I said four… new members of our cherished Alexionian Society.”
The excitement in the crowd was electric.
With a commanding presence, Madison turned toward the four flustered college freshmen. Like deer caught in the headlights, they froze. The unspoken question was obvious in their panicky eyes, “The Alexionian Society…?”
“Raise your right hands and repeat after me,” Madison instructed, her tone serious and dramatic.
The boys hesitated under the scrutiny of the entire sorority, hopelessly searching one last time for an escape. Instead of a way out, however, they saw several Sisters with their phones out taking pictures and videos! The room was silent, and the tension for the four boys was excruciating. The psychological pressure on them to comply was intense, and they felt like an invisible net had suddenly tightened over them. This net had been crafted throughout the evening: Their rapid feminine transformations, the insistent guidance of their Big Sisters, the overwhelming attention to their appearance, the parade through the house, the suspenseful build-up. Each act of compliance whether it was meekly getting dressed, sitting still for makeup, or allowing themselves to be led like children had put them more off-balance. All of it had landed them here. Now, under the glare of the spotlight, there only seemed to be one path forward.
Then, each of them received a firm, purposeful squeeze of the shoulder from his new Big Sister. Once the first hand began to move, the rest followed. One by one, Nate, Milo, Julian and Owen slowly raised their nervous hands as directed.
Madison read the words aloud, clear and steady. She paused after every line for the boys to repeat:
“I solemnly swear to the Sisterhood of Gamma Delta my steadfast devotion as a member of the Alexionian Society. Grateful to be given the privilege of service, I vow to respect and follow Gamma Delta’s values. I will embrace chastity, modesty and grace in all things. I will ever seek to embody kindness, obedience and loyalty. These things I pledge with all my heart, and all my soul, to the Sisterhood of Gamma Delta.”
Each boy repeated the pledge, voices quiet and uncertain, as phone cameras flashed around them. Milo’s cheeks burned as he stumbled over the words, and Owen’s voice wavered. Nate spoke so softly he could barely be heard, and Julian’s eyes darted to the ceiling, wishing he could disappear. Their embarrassment was palpable. They’d never felt so exposed. In particular, they all seemed to choke a bit as they promised to “embrace chastity!” They felt so helpless as the walls closed in. It was only made worse knowing that every stammer and blush was being recorded for posterity. But as their last words faded, a wave of applause mixed with some laughter began sweeping through the room.
Some sisters cheered, clapping loudly and calling out praise. “Well done, Little Sisters!” someone shouted. There was teasing too. Elise winked, “Congratulations! Now you’re really in it!” Cassidy giggled, “That’s just the beginning, boys!”
Overwhelmed, the boys stood meekly as a cheerful wave of girlish affection swept over them. They received hugs, gentle pats on the back, and many ultra-feminine air kisses so as not to smudge their makeup. More than one gentle hand glided across the boys’ backs during a hug to intentionally trace the slender lines of their bra straps underneath as if doing an inspection. The air was thick with perfume and laughter. Their faces were still flushed with embarrassment, and they were disoriented by this sudden outpouring of congratulations. Their cheeks grew even rosier at each dainty “mwah!” of another sister’s air kiss wafting by their cheeks.
The boys began catching snippets of conversation that hinted of worrisome things to come. They heard more than one Sister refer to them as “Darlings,” and a couple of Sisters said they “couldn’t wait until Sunday!” The atmosphere turned almost playful, but with an edge.
It also unnerved them that more than one Sister commented on their feminized looks. Nate overheard a pair of Sisters whisper about, "those adorable cheekbones!" Milo caught a comment about "that gorgeous hair.” Julian tried not to react when one Sister said he was "too pretty to be a boy." Owen blushed to hear "His lashes are unreal. Jealous!" Each remark only amplified their discomfort, and they felt like ornaments on display. Surrounded by all these confident Sisters while dressed in their delicate skirts and blouses left them feeling outnumbered and exposed.
As the ceremony mercifully drew to a close and the room slowly emptied, their Big Sisters gathered them together and led them upstairs with gentle, guiding hands. “Now,” Tara announced with a sparkling smile, “It’s finally time for Study Hall!”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Village
« Last post by BabyJay on November 07, 2025, 12:10:02 PM »
WOW!!!!!. The mind boggles, all those slutty nymphomaniacs and those sex mad toddlers. sounds like the park will soon be a tangled mass of humping bodies. Looking forward to next chapters
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Peter was a petty criminal
« Last post by BabyJay on November 07, 2025, 04:52:03 AM »
Oh dear!! Caught in the act. I dread to think what punishment is in store for them. something very unpleasant and humiliating I imagine. Looking forward to continuation.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta
« Last post by BabyJay on November 07, 2025, 04:41:02 AM »
Delightful. Loved the photo of the 'Little Sisters' so cute and demure in their school uniforms. Now that they are being introduced to the rest of the Big girls I think their humiliation and embarrassment is just beginning. Wonder how they will be dressed when they go shopping for their pretty frilly and lacey lingerie?
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on November 06, 2025, 07:12:35 PM »
( " at " ) Simonssister - Thanks. You might like to know that you inspired the AI image of the study outfits. I think the ones you have done in "His Aunt Nicole" are cute as well, and I decided to try one.
Glad that you approve!
Glad that you approve!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta
« Last post by Simonssister on November 06, 2025, 10:52:08 AM »
I really like the neatness of their study outfits. It shouldn't be too difficult for them to become accustomed to such nice formal clothes, and be seduced by their comfort and practicality. I hope so, anyway...
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on November 06, 2025, 08:54:58 AM »
A Surprise Detour
The boys barely had time to adjust to their new looks before their Big Sisters gathered around them with an air of excitement. Madison clasped her hands together eagerly, drawing everyone’s attention. “Just one more small thing before study hall,” she announced, eyes sparkling. “Tonight, we need you to take a little pledge so we can make your new ‘Little Sister’ status official… to ‘seal the deal’ so to speak. I’m thrilled that you’ll get to be part of our Gamma Delta tradition!” The boys exchanged bewildered glances, their nerves already on edge after their rapid-fire makeovers. Nobody had mentioned anything about a pledge before.
“Don’t look so nervous, boys!” Madison addressed them again, “all we’re doing is formalizing the agreement you already made to be our honorary Little Sisters.” She went on casually as if this were a perfectly normal and routine thing, “This is just a fun way for you to meet all the other Sisters and let them understand the deal we have.” Her efforts to downplay it all did little to allay their concerns.
Before they could gather their wits to protest, Tara said gently but firmly, “Let’s make sure you’re ready.” In the next instant, they were practically swarmed as their Big Sisters swooped in on them to do final checks. The Big Sisters straightened blouses, smoothed skirts and adjusted barrettes to ensure their Little Sisters looked perfectly presentable—if a bit shell-shocked. Cassidy gave Nate another quick dusting of rosy blush, and Brianna warned Owen to be still while she applied another shiny coat of pink gloss to his lips. With the last touchups complete, Madison gave an approving nod, and the Big Sisters formed a loose, almost protective, circle around their charges.
Before they departed the room, Madison had a few final words, “Now, you’re going to hear some fancy language when we go downstairs. As you might suspect, like all Greek organizations, we have our own rituals and traditions. And like all the rest, we tend to lean into ‘Greek-speak’ now and then.” With a bit of a chuckle, she added “We sorority girls love our pageantry… just try and put on a good show!” She winked at them playfully. Then, the Big Sisters began ushering them out of the upstairs lounge and down the wide staircase.
The short journey downstairs felt surreal. As they descended, their Big Sisters walked beside them, offering encouraging smiles and subtle giggles that only heightened the boys’ sense of anticipation. Downstairs, their shoes clicked softly on the polished floor, and they reached a set of double doors.
Madison knocked on one door with two precise raps, and they silently swung open as if on their own. The flustered boys were led into the main hall of the sorority house. The room was softly lit, and several candles glimmered around the room. Their stomachs began to do backflips as they were marched into the center of the room before the entire Gamma Delta sorority! The rows of Sisters buzzed with excited whispers and a sense of anticipation.
The boys’ embarrassment was acute. They felt painfully exposed with their freshly made-up faces obvious under the soft light. Every dab of blush and touch of mascara made them feel more vulnerable. They were so self-conscious in their delicate blouses, pleated skirts, creamy tights and sparkling barrettes. Being suddenly thrust into the spotlight like this made them want to melt into the floor. Their cheeks flushed and their hearts raced, but there was nowhere to hide.
Holding up her hand, Madison stepped forward and motioned for the boys to stand in a line at the front of the room. Their Big Sisters flanked them, each with a hand resting on a shoulder or elbow to guide them. Their touch was kind but controlling, a subtle reminder of their new roles and who was calling the shots. A hush fell over the room.
The boys barely had time to adjust to their new looks before their Big Sisters gathered around them with an air of excitement. Madison clasped her hands together eagerly, drawing everyone’s attention. “Just one more small thing before study hall,” she announced, eyes sparkling. “Tonight, we need you to take a little pledge so we can make your new ‘Little Sister’ status official… to ‘seal the deal’ so to speak. I’m thrilled that you’ll get to be part of our Gamma Delta tradition!” The boys exchanged bewildered glances, their nerves already on edge after their rapid-fire makeovers. Nobody had mentioned anything about a pledge before.
“Don’t look so nervous, boys!” Madison addressed them again, “all we’re doing is formalizing the agreement you already made to be our honorary Little Sisters.” She went on casually as if this were a perfectly normal and routine thing, “This is just a fun way for you to meet all the other Sisters and let them understand the deal we have.” Her efforts to downplay it all did little to allay their concerns.
Before they could gather their wits to protest, Tara said gently but firmly, “Let’s make sure you’re ready.” In the next instant, they were practically swarmed as their Big Sisters swooped in on them to do final checks. The Big Sisters straightened blouses, smoothed skirts and adjusted barrettes to ensure their Little Sisters looked perfectly presentable—if a bit shell-shocked. Cassidy gave Nate another quick dusting of rosy blush, and Brianna warned Owen to be still while she applied another shiny coat of pink gloss to his lips. With the last touchups complete, Madison gave an approving nod, and the Big Sisters formed a loose, almost protective, circle around their charges.
Before they departed the room, Madison had a few final words, “Now, you’re going to hear some fancy language when we go downstairs. As you might suspect, like all Greek organizations, we have our own rituals and traditions. And like all the rest, we tend to lean into ‘Greek-speak’ now and then.” With a bit of a chuckle, she added “We sorority girls love our pageantry… just try and put on a good show!” She winked at them playfully. Then, the Big Sisters began ushering them out of the upstairs lounge and down the wide staircase.
The short journey downstairs felt surreal. As they descended, their Big Sisters walked beside them, offering encouraging smiles and subtle giggles that only heightened the boys’ sense of anticipation. Downstairs, their shoes clicked softly on the polished floor, and they reached a set of double doors.
Madison knocked on one door with two precise raps, and they silently swung open as if on their own. The flustered boys were led into the main hall of the sorority house. The room was softly lit, and several candles glimmered around the room. Their stomachs began to do backflips as they were marched into the center of the room before the entire Gamma Delta sorority! The rows of Sisters buzzed with excited whispers and a sense of anticipation.
The boys’ embarrassment was acute. They felt painfully exposed with their freshly made-up faces obvious under the soft light. Every dab of blush and touch of mascara made them feel more vulnerable. They were so self-conscious in their delicate blouses, pleated skirts, creamy tights and sparkling barrettes. Being suddenly thrust into the spotlight like this made them want to melt into the floor. Their cheeks flushed and their hearts raced, but there was nowhere to hide.
Holding up her hand, Madison stepped forward and motioned for the boys to stand in a line at the front of the room. Their Big Sisters flanked them, each with a hand resting on a shoulder or elbow to guide them. Their touch was kind but controlling, a subtle reminder of their new roles and who was calling the shots. A hush fell over the room.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Peter was a petty criminal
« Last post by Howarth66 on November 05, 2025, 05:51:33 AM »
Peter said look girls I have a great idea to get back at our charges peter lift his left foot up and took of his black Mary Jane shoe he then lifted the innersole up and took out a plastic credit card. He then replaced his shoe. Firstly, we need to ask the attendant to change our diapers then hopefully steel one of the skeleton keys to undo our rubber knickers and change Primrose special magical knickers so she can help with the plan. The four of them left the girl toilet and walked back to the attendant Peter said please miss we have wet or knickers can someone please change our diapers and rubber knickers. The lady said yes certainly if you go to the third on the left someone will change your diapers and rubber pants. So, the girls went off to the toddler and baby changing room when they entered the was a smart nursery nurse in uniform ready to change them. The nurse said Well you girls been busy trying to be big girls but it looks like you have wet your nappies. Peter looked around there were four changing tables with stacks if diaper/nappies and a shelf full of rubber and plastic knickers and panties. There was even a self-full of toddler training panties in different colours. Next to each changing table was a small table with diaper safety pins set keys and talc and baby wipes. Peter thought his plan might just work. The nurse asks who is first to be change Peter said me please she said don’t just stand here then get on the changing table Peter did this. Firstly, his shoes were taken off then the nurse used the set of keys to unlock his bloomers and pull them down and took them off. Next came the woolly white pantyhose. Leaving just the pink rubber knickers and Peters diaper the nurse unlocked the waist of the knicker and peeled them off and put them in the diaper pail next to her she then undid his nappy and put that in the pail. She got a baby wipe and wiped peter slit she noticed the egg in his vagina she smiles and said looks look your being punished I will replace the eggs and the metal cup with cleans to stop infection and then laughed I have better and naughtier one to put in you. The Nurse took the simulator egg out and also the half metal cup that prevent a climax. She replaced them with a rubber cup with nodules on it and then a replacement vibrator egg. The Nurse then laid out new thick terry diapers made them into a kite shape add a soaker pad and wrapped it around peters waist and secured them with pink nappy pins. She then when to the cupboard and got a pair of cream coloured rubber knickers placed them on Peter pulled them up and when to the back of the waist band and secured the rubber knickers on him. The nurse said these are a new type of rubber knickers they have a combination lock so that little girls cannot get in to them with a key she laughed. Then very quickly the pantyhose was pulled back up then she pulled up a pair of navy gym knickers that had a locking waistband she said that’s better they go better with your uniform unfortunately they don’t hide your diapers and rubber panties. Peter put on his black Mary Janes and got off the changing table then Primrose got on the changing table. Primrose was changed in much the same way except that her new rubber knickers were the same as Peters meaning that she was no longer under the influence of the magical rubber knickers. While Mandy was having her diaper changed, she struggled and caused a distraction Peter used his old skills as a thief and pinched a set of keys on one of the other tables and put them quietly in his tunic pocket where the credit card was the plan was working, he also took a pair of scissors. Finally, Clare was changed but instead of being put back in incontinence pads and knickers she was diapered and the same cream rubber knickers were used the nurse exchange her pink lyra shorts for a size larger this meant that they stretched over her know new nappies and rubber knickers she stood up look in the mirror she looks like a teenage girl dress as an incontinent toddler. Her bottom was a lot bigger and she waddled like a toddler when she walked. She started crying the nurse patted her bottom and said sorry dear but girls that wet their panties have to put back in nappies like babies perhaps when you stop pissing your knickers like a baby you can have big girl panties instead of nappies and rubber knickers.
Peter, Primrose, Clare and Mandy left the babies changing room Peter said right they have physically made us girls, but I have my credit card so let’s go to the boy’s section get boys cloths at least we can dress as boys. Clare said what a great idea, then we can try to escape you from Lady Forrester and us from Judge Strickland we will have to think what to do when we are free and if there is a way to change us back to the men. Because at the moment we are being made to be silly little girls. Clare said I cannot wait to wear Y-Fronts instead of diapers and rubber knickers. Okay let’s go they all followed Peter into the boy’s section first they picked up four white vests and shirts with the button the correct way around for boys they all choose larger size shirts as to hide their boobs next the pick up some gray socks and boys style school shoes in their sizes. Next came a red stripped v neck grey jumper along with them they choose a pair of grey shorts they all giggled as the shorts had a fly thy could use unlike girl’s short’s that don’t have a fly zipper. Peter told them to choose larger pairs of shorts so they would go over their nappies if they could not get them off. Next a marron blazer and gold and red tie. Finally, Peter, Primrose, Clare and Mandy went to the underwear section and choose some extra-large Y-Front in dark blue and black colours. They all head to boy counter to pay for the items the lady smiled very kindly and said would you like to try them on before you buy them yes, please, they all said. The Lady said you can use the girls’ toilets and just remember dressing as boys does not make you boy I will see you in a bit ladies. They all went back to the girl’s toilet rather than the toddler and babies changing room this was part of the plan. They all took of the girls’ cloths and pantyhose leaving Peter, Primrose, Mandy and Clare in the rubber knickers and diapers Peter used the key he stole to undo the locking panties and other outer garments but when it came to the rubber knickers, they had a combination lock they all tried to break each other code in order to remove the rubber knickers but they all failed. The girls put on the boy vests and then the shirts they ten put the y-fronts on over the rubber knickers. They tucked their vests and shirts into the Y-Fronts and forced their shorts on over their diapers and rubber knickers they did the bottoms up and the zipper on the short they all giggled like little girls although they were starting to look a little like boys they needed to wipe their makeup off and tie their hair up they did this then put on a boys cap. Next came the grey socks and boys leather shoes they looked at each other they looked like boys except their breasts because when the court had order a sex change of the boys they had made it clear that they would have to have big breasts as a result the girls could not really hide their tits it was especially difficult for Peter as the egg in his vagina kept him aroused meaning his nipple’s were always hard making his tit’s standout. However, the Girls choose to ignore their breasts they thought they looked just like boys Peter said let’s pay for the items and get out of here they carefully put their girls’ cloths panties and pantyhose, Mary Janes shoes in their back pack as not to leave any evidence. They all made their way to the sales counter The Lady there said how can I help you boys with a knowing smile on her face Peter said I need to pay for these items we are wearing here is my credit card. The lady took the card entered the detail and swiped the card it made a blipping noise so she tried again. The lady looked at the monitor then made a telephone call she talked into the phone telling the person on the other phone the card kept being refused there was a long wait then a replay I See the lady put the phone down. Then see face Peter and said Miss Petra Forrester you are now a ward of the court and as such need permission from your mother to spend money don’t worry she is on her way be here in two minutes. The group know looked worried just as Peter was going to say something Lady Forrester came into view walking beside here was a short plump Lady in a yoked floral dress with horn rimmed glasses Clare gasped oh no Judge Strickland.
Peter, Primrose, Clare and Mandy left the babies changing room Peter said right they have physically made us girls, but I have my credit card so let’s go to the boy’s section get boys cloths at least we can dress as boys. Clare said what a great idea, then we can try to escape you from Lady Forrester and us from Judge Strickland we will have to think what to do when we are free and if there is a way to change us back to the men. Because at the moment we are being made to be silly little girls. Clare said I cannot wait to wear Y-Fronts instead of diapers and rubber knickers. Okay let’s go they all followed Peter into the boy’s section first they picked up four white vests and shirts with the button the correct way around for boys they all choose larger size shirts as to hide their boobs next the pick up some gray socks and boys style school shoes in their sizes. Next came a red stripped v neck grey jumper along with them they choose a pair of grey shorts they all giggled as the shorts had a fly thy could use unlike girl’s short’s that don’t have a fly zipper. Peter told them to choose larger pairs of shorts so they would go over their nappies if they could not get them off. Next a marron blazer and gold and red tie. Finally, Peter, Primrose, Clare and Mandy went to the underwear section and choose some extra-large Y-Front in dark blue and black colours. They all head to boy counter to pay for the items the lady smiled very kindly and said would you like to try them on before you buy them yes, please, they all said. The Lady said you can use the girls’ toilets and just remember dressing as boys does not make you boy I will see you in a bit ladies. They all went back to the girl’s toilet rather than the toddler and babies changing room this was part of the plan. They all took of the girls’ cloths and pantyhose leaving Peter, Primrose, Mandy and Clare in the rubber knickers and diapers Peter used the key he stole to undo the locking panties and other outer garments but when it came to the rubber knickers, they had a combination lock they all tried to break each other code in order to remove the rubber knickers but they all failed. The girls put on the boy vests and then the shirts they ten put the y-fronts on over the rubber knickers. They tucked their vests and shirts into the Y-Fronts and forced their shorts on over their diapers and rubber knickers they did the bottoms up and the zipper on the short they all giggled like little girls although they were starting to look a little like boys they needed to wipe their makeup off and tie their hair up they did this then put on a boys cap. Next came the grey socks and boys leather shoes they looked at each other they looked like boys except their breasts because when the court had order a sex change of the boys they had made it clear that they would have to have big breasts as a result the girls could not really hide their tits it was especially difficult for Peter as the egg in his vagina kept him aroused meaning his nipple’s were always hard making his tit’s standout. However, the Girls choose to ignore their breasts they thought they looked just like boys Peter said let’s pay for the items and get out of here they carefully put their girls’ cloths panties and pantyhose, Mary Janes shoes in their back pack as not to leave any evidence. They all made their way to the sales counter The Lady there said how can I help you boys with a knowing smile on her face Peter said I need to pay for these items we are wearing here is my credit card. The lady took the card entered the detail and swiped the card it made a blipping noise so she tried again. The lady looked at the monitor then made a telephone call she talked into the phone telling the person on the other phone the card kept being refused there was a long wait then a replay I See the lady put the phone down. Then see face Peter and said Miss Petra Forrester you are now a ward of the court and as such need permission from your mother to spend money don’t worry she is on her way be here in two minutes. The group know looked worried just as Peter was going to say something Lady Forrester came into view walking beside here was a short plump Lady in a yoked floral dress with horn rimmed glasses Clare gasped oh no Judge Strickland.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on November 04, 2025, 03:20:19 PM »
Study Hall Dress Code
The last rays of the afternoon sun cast long beams on the Gamma Delta house as Nate, Milo, Julian, and Owen approached the house together. Their nerves fluttered in anticipation, and the feel of their lacy undergarments were a constant reminder of their predicament. The front door swung wide before they could knock.
Tara and Brianna greeted them, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Welcome, Little Sisters!” Tara announced, her voice ringing with good-natured mischief. “We’re so glad you’re here on time. That’s the Gamma Delta spirit!”
The Big Sisters wasted no time in ushering them to a second-floor room where Madison, Cassidy and Elise were already waiting. “Tonight,” Elise informed them, “you’ll be learning how Gamma Delta scholars present themselves. That means dressing appropriately—demure, tidy, and, of course, adorable!” Her wink was conspiratorial.
Madison announced, “We’ve put together some nice ‘study uniforms’ for you. We don’t allow slouches and slobs in the halls of Gamma Delta!” The boys stared, wide-eyed, at the four matching outfits hanging before them. Nate swallowed hard, and Milo’s mouth fell open. Julian nervously fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag, and Owen let out a tiny, incredulous snort. It was immediately obvious that things were getting real now.
“You mean… even for doing our homework, we have to wear—?” Milo began.
Madison cut him off with a teasing smile, “That’s right! Skirts, blouses, tights, the whole ensemble. Oh, I promise you’ll get used to it before you know it.”
“Don’t worry,” Cassidy soothed, “we’re going to help you get ready.” The girls each took charge of their new Little Sister and set to work. The boys were issued delicate white silk blouses with peter pan collars and pearl buttons. Knee-length, pleated navy skirts and creamy white tights came next. These were followed by cute ballet-style navy flats with modest heels.
The process of getting dressed was awkward, slow and embarrasing. Nate fumbled with the tiny buttons, his fingers clumsy at the unfamiliar task. Milo held up his skirt uncertainly, as if double-checking how it was supposed to fit. When he pulled his tights up, Julian took a moment to smooth them over his calves, his cheeks burning and his skin tingling with the new sensations.
Once Owen had his blouse on, he pouted at his reflection while Brianna briskly adjusted his collar. “You look darling,” she teased, “very scholarly chic.” Owen then quickly looked away from the mirror with his lips pressed tight. It was almost as if he saw something that frightened him.
Madison said playfully, “Now that you’re all dressed to impress, it’s time for hair!” Elise pulled out a large bin of hair accessories they had obviously gathered for the occasion: pearl and silver barrettes, tasteful hair clips, hairbands in velvet and satin. There were also plenty of combs, brushes and styling products.
Cassidy started with Nate, assessing his thick hair with a discerning eye. She worked in a modest amount of mousse, taming his flyaways with gentle brushstrokes. She swept his bangs to one side and pinned them with a pair of pearl barrettes, creating a cute, feminine fringe. She then brushed the sides back nicely away from his face.
Tara spritzed Milo’s curly hair then worked in a dab of smoothing cream. She used a comb to coax a few curls to sweetly frame his forehead. Parting his hair off-center, she pinned each side with subtle, silvery barrettes. Looking in the mirror, Milo cheeks tinged with surprise at how different he looked.
Elise took charge of Julian and brushed his blonde hair out thoroughly. After applying a touch of product, she parted his hair neatly down the middle. Then, she swept the sides back and tucked them under a slender navy headband. She used a few pins to hold things in place. Then, she tugged gently at the ends to soften them into gentle wisps. “That’s kind of cute,” she said sweetly.
Brianna took on Owen, whose dark hair was longish and straight. She used a dab of styling wax to smooth his hair into a gentle side part. With a little more product, she teased the front into a slight wave added two gleaming silver clips just above his left temple, anchoring the style in place. Owen grunted as he saw himself, but the result was undeniably presentable and feminine.
The boys were amazed at how quickly the sisters had conjured feminine hairstyles out of their unruly mops. “Not bad for the first try,” Madison declared. After a moment’s pause, “Now, for makeup!”
Tara produced a caddy of makeup brushes and shimmery compacts. “Just a touch—mascara, a hint of blush, and a little gloss,” she said, “At Gamma Delta, we always put our best face forward.”
By this point, the boys were no longer protesting. Still, the unsettled looks on their faces spoke volumes. Madison simply grinned and assured them, “It’s all about poise and presentation, and it’s part of our deal.”
“I hope you’re paying attention,” Brianna warned, “soon you’ll be doing all this yourselves!”
Nate’s lashes were brushed lightly, his green eyes framed with unexpected elegance. Milo wriggled nervously as a dab of pink blush brought out the color in his cheeks. Julian sat very still, eyes wide, while Elise traced a glossy tint over his lips. Owen sat quietly while Brianna gave him a quick flick of mascara and a dusting of powder.
In a short time, they blinked at their reflections in amazement and ogled each other. Despite themselves, they realized that they all sort of looked… pretty. Confusing emotions stirred in them all, ranging from nervousness to embarrassment and even to a bit of excitement.
“Well,” said Madison, stepping back to assess the Big Sisters’ efforts, “I do see some promise.”
The last rays of the afternoon sun cast long beams on the Gamma Delta house as Nate, Milo, Julian, and Owen approached the house together. Their nerves fluttered in anticipation, and the feel of their lacy undergarments were a constant reminder of their predicament. The front door swung wide before they could knock.
Tara and Brianna greeted them, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Welcome, Little Sisters!” Tara announced, her voice ringing with good-natured mischief. “We’re so glad you’re here on time. That’s the Gamma Delta spirit!”
The Big Sisters wasted no time in ushering them to a second-floor room where Madison, Cassidy and Elise were already waiting. “Tonight,” Elise informed them, “you’ll be learning how Gamma Delta scholars present themselves. That means dressing appropriately—demure, tidy, and, of course, adorable!” Her wink was conspiratorial.
Madison announced, “We’ve put together some nice ‘study uniforms’ for you. We don’t allow slouches and slobs in the halls of Gamma Delta!” The boys stared, wide-eyed, at the four matching outfits hanging before them. Nate swallowed hard, and Milo’s mouth fell open. Julian nervously fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag, and Owen let out a tiny, incredulous snort. It was immediately obvious that things were getting real now.
“You mean… even for doing our homework, we have to wear—?” Milo began.
Madison cut him off with a teasing smile, “That’s right! Skirts, blouses, tights, the whole ensemble. Oh, I promise you’ll get used to it before you know it.”
“Don’t worry,” Cassidy soothed, “we’re going to help you get ready.” The girls each took charge of their new Little Sister and set to work. The boys were issued delicate white silk blouses with peter pan collars and pearl buttons. Knee-length, pleated navy skirts and creamy white tights came next. These were followed by cute ballet-style navy flats with modest heels.
The process of getting dressed was awkward, slow and embarrasing. Nate fumbled with the tiny buttons, his fingers clumsy at the unfamiliar task. Milo held up his skirt uncertainly, as if double-checking how it was supposed to fit. When he pulled his tights up, Julian took a moment to smooth them over his calves, his cheeks burning and his skin tingling with the new sensations.
Once Owen had his blouse on, he pouted at his reflection while Brianna briskly adjusted his collar. “You look darling,” she teased, “very scholarly chic.” Owen then quickly looked away from the mirror with his lips pressed tight. It was almost as if he saw something that frightened him.
Madison said playfully, “Now that you’re all dressed to impress, it’s time for hair!” Elise pulled out a large bin of hair accessories they had obviously gathered for the occasion: pearl and silver barrettes, tasteful hair clips, hairbands in velvet and satin. There were also plenty of combs, brushes and styling products.
Cassidy started with Nate, assessing his thick hair with a discerning eye. She worked in a modest amount of mousse, taming his flyaways with gentle brushstrokes. She swept his bangs to one side and pinned them with a pair of pearl barrettes, creating a cute, feminine fringe. She then brushed the sides back nicely away from his face.
Tara spritzed Milo’s curly hair then worked in a dab of smoothing cream. She used a comb to coax a few curls to sweetly frame his forehead. Parting his hair off-center, she pinned each side with subtle, silvery barrettes. Looking in the mirror, Milo cheeks tinged with surprise at how different he looked.
Elise took charge of Julian and brushed his blonde hair out thoroughly. After applying a touch of product, she parted his hair neatly down the middle. Then, she swept the sides back and tucked them under a slender navy headband. She used a few pins to hold things in place. Then, she tugged gently at the ends to soften them into gentle wisps. “That’s kind of cute,” she said sweetly.
Brianna took on Owen, whose dark hair was longish and straight. She used a dab of styling wax to smooth his hair into a gentle side part. With a little more product, she teased the front into a slight wave added two gleaming silver clips just above his left temple, anchoring the style in place. Owen grunted as he saw himself, but the result was undeniably presentable and feminine.
The boys were amazed at how quickly the sisters had conjured feminine hairstyles out of their unruly mops. “Not bad for the first try,” Madison declared. After a moment’s pause, “Now, for makeup!”
Tara produced a caddy of makeup brushes and shimmery compacts. “Just a touch—mascara, a hint of blush, and a little gloss,” she said, “At Gamma Delta, we always put our best face forward.”
By this point, the boys were no longer protesting. Still, the unsettled looks on their faces spoke volumes. Madison simply grinned and assured them, “It’s all about poise and presentation, and it’s part of our deal.”
“I hope you’re paying attention,” Brianna warned, “soon you’ll be doing all this yourselves!”
Nate’s lashes were brushed lightly, his green eyes framed with unexpected elegance. Milo wriggled nervously as a dab of pink blush brought out the color in his cheeks. Julian sat very still, eyes wide, while Elise traced a glossy tint over his lips. Owen sat quietly while Brianna gave him a quick flick of mascara and a dusting of powder.
In a short time, they blinked at their reflections in amazement and ogled each other. Despite themselves, they realized that they all sort of looked… pretty. Confusing emotions stirred in them all, ranging from nervousness to embarrassment and even to a bit of excitement.
“Well,” said Madison, stepping back to assess the Big Sisters’ efforts, “I do see some promise.”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta
« Last post by BabyJay on November 04, 2025, 11:10:28 AM »
Wow!! the 4 little sisters are now fully trapped. I assume that they are all room mates otherwise it would be embarrassing trying to change wearing their new pretty lingerie. Looking forward to when they go shopping for new lingerie, frilly and french knickers?. I think the sales girls are going to have wonderful time humiliating and embarrassing them choosing the cutest and frilliest matching sets.
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