Author Topic: Braids and Beyond by sissycaroline (Read 45161 times)

BetBots · « **Reply #7 on:** February 11, 2006, 08:22:38 PM »

Braids and Beyond--part15Braids and Beyond--part15
Username: sissycaroline , Sep/17/2005 19:44:44 [-04]

While I stood in the corner, mom and the girls went up into the attic and
soon returned with a pink plastic toy baby buggy that had belonged to
Ellie when she was little. They placed my dolly in it. God, what did they
have in mind, I wondered. I was taken from the corner and told to step out
of my diaper and rhumba panties which were around my ankles. My white
Maryjanes and lacy, yellow anklets were removed, leaving me totally naked
and very erect. "Ellie, will you and Jessica thoroughly diaper the sissy
boy?" mom asked. "Start with three Depends, followed by the cloth diaper
and soaker that he squirted his "little girl creamies" into. Then the
pink, clear plastic diaper panties and the pink rhumba diaper panties. I
want him to be very leak proof." she directed. My fantasy of being
diapered by Jessica was about to happen but I knew in my heart, this
"fantasy" would really be a "nightmare". Ellie and Jessica joyfully set to
work on diapering me. "Baby powder and diaper rash ointment too?" Ellie
asked. "No," mom replied. There would be no relief for my spanking
blistered behind. When my diapering was completed, mom told the girls,
"Put his training bra on him and dress him in his pink, satin party dress
and large pouffie petticoats, --Oh, and his pink, lacy anklets and pink
Maryjanes." Mom added, "I want sissy Caroline to be very frilly and prissy
for the rest of his punishment!" With that, Jessica came up behind me and
fastened my training bra to me. She tweaked a pigtail and whispered in my
ear, "You're such a pwetty, widdle thithy baby girl Caroline, I hope your
mommy keeps you this way forever." Jessica then asked my mother, "Could I
put some tissues in his bra cups to give him some pretty, little girl
boobies?" Mom responded, "Great idea Jessica!" Ellie laughed, "Yeah,
perfect Jessica." I stepped into my "mountainous" petticoats and my hated
pink, satin party dress was placed on me and the sash was tied in the
back. Mom replaced the yellow ribbon bows in my pigtails with pink ones to
match my dress. She combed my bangs and "fluffed" my girlish pigtails.
Ellie and Jessica touched up my makeup and reapplied pink lipstick and
nail polish and sprayed perfume behind my ears and on my wrists. "Perfect,
now our prissy little pansy is ready for the rest of his punishment." mom
snickered. The toy baby buggy with my dolly was placed in front of me and
I was told to grip the handle. Mom then took two pieces of pink yarn and
tied my wrists to the handle, rendering me unable to remove my hands from
the buggy. Mom then said to me, "Little girls, like you, love to play
MOMMY and that's the rest of your punishment." She continued, "You will
push your dolly in her baby buggy on the sidewalk up and down our block
for a period of no less than one hour--more if you're not being a good
little MOMMY." I started to cry. "When someone asks what you're doing, you
are to lisp the following exact words and nothing more than these
words--I'M A THITHY BOY AND I WANT, EVER SO MUCH, TO BE A PWETTY, WIDDLE
GIRL. MY NAME IS NOW CAROLINE, SO PWETTY, PWETTY PWEASE CALL ME THITHY
CARLOINE." Mom was adamant that I say those exact degrading words and made
me repeat them back to her several times. "Failure to be a perfect little
Mommy will result in another night in wet, poopy, stinky diapers. And that
reminds me, if you have a need to use your diapers, stop in front of the
house and ask the proper permission. The girls and I will be watching and
video taping you from the porch. Understand Caroline?" I nodded, "Yeth
mommy." Out the door and onto the sidewalk I waddled. This would be my
first, actual, sissy outing in the neighborhood. If there was anyone who
didn't know of my girlish punishment, they surely would know now. As I
walked, once again, everything from my pigtails and ribbons on down,
bounced and bobbed and swished and swayed. A slight breeze played with the
back of my dress and petticoats and caused them to rustle loudly. With my
hands tied to the buggy, I was helpless to control it. Car horns beeped
from their gawking drivers as they passed by. Boys and girls from the
block gazed in disbelief at the sight of me. Danny Henderson and Todd
Mitchell, friends of mine, were the first to confront me. "Is that you
Carl? What in the hell is going on? Why are you wearing a dress and
pigtails and ribbons and pushing a baby buggy?" Todd asked incredulously.
"I'm a thithy boy and I want, ever so much, to be a pwetty, widdle girl.
My name is now Caroline so pwetty pwease call me thithy Caroline." I
shamefully lisped. They choked with laughter. Sue Franklin, a bitchy girl
from my class, came running up. "Is that you Carl?" she asked fondling a
pigtail. I again recited my humiliating response. "Well, I always thought
you were a faggot." she said as she lifted up the back of my dress and
petticoats. I was helpless to stop her. "Oh my God, he's wearing diapers
and rhumba panties under here!" she screamed. "Need a diaper change THITHY
CAROLINE?" she teased. "You look so cute in pigtails and ribbons," she
continued sarcastically, "I hope you're wearing them and dresses and
skirts to school in the Fall!" More kids from the neighborhood approached,
as I waddled with my baby buggy up and down the block. The back of my
dress and petticoats was constantly lifted in the back to display my
embarrassing diapers and rhumba panties. "ARE YOUR DIAPERS WET AND POOPY
SISSY BOY?"----"LOVE THE NEW LOOK CARL!"----"WHAT A PRETTY LITTLE GIRL
YOU'VE BECOME CARL--I MEAN CAROLINE!"----"CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN SCHOOL
IN SEPTEMBER SISSY!" ----"LOVE YOUR PIGTAILS AND RIBBONS PANSY!" ----"RUN
HOME TO MOMMY LITTLE GIRL SO SHE CAN CHANGE YOUR DIDEE!" These were just
some of the taunts I had to endure. About a half hour into my ordeal, I
realised I was going to need to use my diapers very soon. Now I would have
to mess my diapers in front of the whole neighborhood. Fighting off the
urge, I knew from experience, would be a losing battle. But I tried. I
stopped in front of my house, with a crowd of tormentors, when I could
hold it no longer. I called to the porch, "Mommy, may I pwetty, pwetty
pwease wet and poop my diapers?" And I curtsied, sans hands. "Yes
Caroline." mom called back. Everyone roared with laughter. They couldn't
believe their ears. I noisily pooped a load into my diapers and thoroughly
wet them. Through the uproar of laughter, I gave a broad smile, as mom
expected, and cheerfully exclaimed "I did little girl wetties and poopies
in my diapers!" as I curtsied. The kids couldn't believe what I had just
said and done. I cried shamefully as they backed away from "stinky, little
Miss Poopie Panties" as several called me. There's an old saying--"Every
cloud has a silver lining." This was true in my case, except my "cloud"
was a diaper and the lining was poopy, not "silver". You see, the stink of
my diapers caused the kids to keep their distance from me and, at least,
they couldn't lift my dress or play with my pigtails. Small consolation
though. I still had to endure their taunts but at least, from a distance.
My hour of hell was finally up and mom called me into the house. "I hope
you've learned your lesson, young lady!" Oh God, I had learned it. "You
may undress and shower Caroline and the girls will diaper you." I was, at
least, grateful for a night in clean diapers.

BetBots · « **Reply #8 on:** February 11, 2006, 08:23:37 PM »

Braids and Beyond--part16Braids and Beyond--part16

Username: sissycaroline , Sep/18/2005 13:49:04 [-04]

After showering, I returned to the living room blanket, grateful to have

only spent a short time in messy diapers. Ellie and Jessica diapered me

and, thankfully, used diaper rash ointment on my stinging bum. I was glad

to be put back into the yellow sun dress outfit I had worn earlier, before

my humiliating walk up and down our block. I hated, the most, wearing my

pink satin party dress. Mom primped my hair, attached the matching yellow

ribbons to my pigtails, and said to Ellie and Jessica, "Caroline and I are

going out to do a little shopping for your birthday party this Saturday

Ellie. You two can stay here, or whatever." I'd forgotten that Ellie

turned seventeen this Saturday and was having a party with a dozen or so

of her girlfriends at our house. "We're headed for "Toys-R-Us" for party

supplies--decorations, favors, that sort of thing." mom said as we backed

out the driveway. As we drove, mom said, "I'm sorry I had to punish you so

harshly this afternoon, but you are to NEVER squirt your "little girly

juice" without my permission. Understand, Caroline?" I nodded, "Yes

mommy." I asked my mother, "Do I have to be at the party?" I so did not

want to be there. "Of course, silly girl, you're gonna be mommy's little

helper (and the main attraction at the party, mom thought to herself) and

help run the party with me. It'll be fun!" As we drove on, I used the

opportunity of being alone with my mother to ask her, "Jessica and some of

the kids on the block made remarks about me and school this Fall. All this

girly stuff will end when summer is over. Right?" She grinned and replied

only, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Her answer and grin

made me cringe. Pulling into the Toy-R-Us parking lot, I took some comfort

in the thought that, at least, I wouldn't be wetting or pooping my diapers

here. I had just done that on my walk up and down the block. Mom took my

hand and in we went. I stayed close to her and tried to act very little

girlishly, in the hope that I'd be less noticed and maybe thought of as a

"real" little girl. I think it worked, somewhat. But I still got a fair

share of looks and giggles. Mom picked up plastic party cups, plates,

napkins, favors, decorations, a birthday card--that sort of stuff. Her

last item surprised me though. It was a "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" game.

That's an awfully childish game for teenaged girls, I thought. As we

checked out, the cashier eyed me and giggled to my mom, "Boy, he must be

in big trouble to be dressed like that!" Mom just nodded "yes" and we

left. "One more stop, then home." mom said as we left the parking lot. She

pulled into a video rental store nearby. "Gotta get a movie for the

birthday party." mom said, as we walked in. She picked out some "Shirley

Temple" movie. I wondered why on earth Ellie and her friends would want to

watch THAT! I almost said something to my mother about it, but then

thought that I didn't care what stupid movie the girls wanted to watch.

"Actually, just one more quick stop before home Caroline." mom said as we

left the video store. "We'll go through the "drive through" at Burger King

and bring home some supper." I was glad it was the "drive through". One

less public display for me. Back home, with supper done, Jessica excused

herself to head home. She gently grasped my pigtails, kissed me on the

forehead and whispered, "Try to stay dry, precious!" And out the door she

went. If only she'd kissed me on the lips, I thought, instead of on the

forehead like a little girl. But I was a little girl now, in pigtails and

ribbons and dresses, and would never receive kisses from her like she'd

give to a boy that she liked. Oh well, it was better than nothing, I

thought. I watched TV for a while and, at ten o'clock, asked mom if I

could go to bed. "Okay, Caroline. Just wash off your makeup, brush your

teeth, set your hair in your rollers and put on your nitey." I started to

crawl to my bedroom. "Oh, your diaper's not wet or anything--is it?" I

looked back and said, "No mommy." She smiled, "Good, then you're set for

the night. Oh, and remember, no NUMBER THREES!" With my tasks completed

(rolling my hair took forever, as I hadn't had to wear rollers in a few

days and was out of practice with them), I said good night and hit the

hay. It took a while to drift off, given the horrid memories of the day

and the pain from my "rollered" head, but, at least, I wasn't wet and

poopy. I hoped I'd dream of Jessica lovingly diapering and dressing me as

HER little girl.

BetBots · « **Reply #9 on:** February 11, 2006, 08:24:22 PM »

Braids and Beyond--part17Braids and Beyond--part17
Username: sissycaroline , Sep/20/2005 20:48:51 [-04]

Friday morning, 9AM. I woke with a cold, wet, soggy feeling in the front
of my diapers and a sticky, mushy feeling in the seat of them. The room
smelled of poop. I realized I had messed my diapers in my sleep. What's
become of me, I wet and pooped my diapers in my sleep, I thought. I
started to sob. Moments later, mom knocked on the door and entered. The
smell immediately told her what I had done. "Why so sad, sweetheart?" she
asked, as she saw my tears. "Mommy, I wet and pooped in my sleep. I didn't
even know I did it!" I cried. "Don't cry Caroline, that's what little baby
girls do." she tried to comfort. "But I'm a thirteen year old BOY!" I
responded. "Hush, Pumpkin. Crawl downstairs and get cleaned up and I'll
have you in clean didees in no time." I crawled and cried, fearing I was
losing control of my bodily functions. A half hour later, I found myself
freshly diapered and pantied and seated in front of the vanity table
mirror in my mom's room. "I'll do your hair and makeup for you today,
Missy." she said. Removing my rollers, she added "We'll leave your hair
loose today. (Great, I thought, no dangling appendages hanging from my
head today!) You have an eleven o'clock appointment at my beauty parlor
this morning to have your hair done for Ellie's birthday party tomorrow."
How humiliating I thought and moaned, "Oh mommy, please no!" and I started
to cry. "Oh stop it Caroline. Little girls love to get their hair done
extra prettily for special occasions. You'll enjoy it and you'll get a
professional manicure and pedicure too, you lucky little girl!" she
chimed. "I want you to be extra pretty for tomorrow." she whispered into
my ear. She simply brushed my loose hair and tied a huge lavender ribbon
bow at the top in the back. She did my makeup and lipstick but nothing to
my nails. Before dressing me, she inspected my entire body for hair growth
and was pleased to discover none. "Still as smooth as a baby's bottom."
she laughed. My lavender sun dress and petticoat was next, followed by
matching anklets and my black patent leather Maryjanes. Into the kitchen
for a quick breakfast we went, and then out the door to the car. I so did
not want to go to the beauty parlor and sobbed all the way there. As we
entered the beauty parlor, I was immediately struck by all the feminine
smells of the place--hairspray, nail polish, perfume and a "rotten eggs"
chemical smell that seemed familiar. I remembered the smell from when I
was a very little boy watching my mother give Ellie a home permanent. Sure
enough, in the corner salon chair sat a girl of about my age with a large
pink, plastic cape covering almost her entire body. Head hung low, she was
crying uncontrollably as the stylist tightly wound small, pink plastic,
paper covered rods into her blond hair while another stylist squeezed
pungent lotion onto them. As mom and I passed her, heading for the
receptionist, she glanced up briefly through her tears, and seemed to
recognize me. Just as quickly, she turned her head back down. She looked
vaguely familiar to me but I really didn't recognize her, though. "This is
my sissy son Caroline, he has an eleven o'clock hair and manicure/pedicure
appointment." she told the receptionist. "Oh yes mam, we're expecting you.
But I must say, we weren't expecting Caroline to be a BOY!" she replied.
"Oh well, no matter, he surely isn't the first boy we've had here and he
certainly won't be the last! With such beautiful, girlish hair, I can see
why you have him in dresses." she added. She directed us to a styling
chair in the center of the parlor. The customers, women and girls, giggled
and pointed as we passed by. When I was seated, a gorgeous young woman,
about twenty I'd guess, approached us and said to my mother, "I'll be
styling your daughter's--oh, ah--son's--oh, ah---CAROLINE'S hair." I was
crimson with embarrassment. "How would you like it to be done?" she asked.
"I'd like it pulled back behind his ears, with a cascade of luxurious,
soft, bouncy, full curls hanging down in the back to his neck. Please keep
his bangs." she described. "Do you mean, like large sausage curls in
back?" the stylist asked. "Yes, that would be perfect. He's going to his
sister's birthday party tomorrow and I want him to look his little girlish
best!" mom grinned. "No problem mam, he'll be as pretty as a picture when
I'm done." she said as she draped a pink cape around me. Mom sat down to
wait and watch. The young woman washed and conditioned my hair, towel
dried and blow dried it, and then applied a generous amount of styling
gel. As she started winding curlers into my hair, I decided to "break the
ice" and speak to her. "Why is that girl (who was now under a hair dryer)
getting the permanent crying so much?" I asked. Kind of a dumb question, I
realized, as I'd be crying mightily if I were getting one, I thought. She
laughed and replied, "You two have something in common. Like you sissy,
she's no GIRL! She's a boy named Eric who was caught shop lifting at Kmart
the week before last, and a sissy perm is his mother's form of punishment.
When he leaves here, he'll be sporting a head full of blond ringlets and
sausage curls. He'll look like Shirley Temple, from the head down at
least." she giggled. It was then that it hit me. SHE was Eric Gardner, a
boy in my grade at school. But I knew him best, actually, from church. He
had been in church, with his mother, last Sunday when I had "debuted" my
braids to the world. And his mother had spoken to my mother, in private,
after the service. My thoughts were suddenly broken by the scolding voice
of the hair stylist, "Better be an ever so good little girl, Pansy, or
you'll be on the receiving end of a Shirley Temple permanent next visit!"
Ten minutes later, with my curlers wound, I was seated under the hair
dryer next to Eric. We didn't try to speak, but just exchanged sorrowful
glances at each other. His perm was finished before I was done under the
dryer and I watched as Mrs. Gardner held him by his hand and walked him to
the door, with a waterfall of shameful tears pouring down his bright red
face. His glistening ringlets and sausage curls bounced and bobbed as his
mother dragged him into the street. He did look like Shirley Temple, if it
weren't for his boy's clothes. "Misery loves company." I thought to
myself. When my hair was dried, it was combed and styled and my lavender
ribbon bow was tied to the top of my head in the back and I was off to
have my manicure and pedicure. With that completed, I was glad to be on my
way out of this haven of femininity. "He's adorable! Thank you so much."
mom gushed, as she paid the receptionist and tipped the stylists. "Please
come again soon, there's so much we could do with his lovely, girlish
hair!" called the receptionist. I cringed at her words, fearing I could
well be back here sometime. The customers laughed and jeered and applauded
as my mother and her "pretty, girly boy" son left the beauty parlor. My
sausage curls bounced and tickled the back of my neck as we walked to the
car. At least, they weren't permanent, like Eric's, I thought. By the time
we got home, Ellie was up and dressed and was making lunch. She couldn't
believe how pretty my hair looked. "I can't wait until tomorrow, for my
party, so everyone can see his pretty new hairdo!" she exclaimed. I
certainly could wait! We ate lunch, as Ellie went on and on about how
pretty I looked in curls. The rest of the day and night was fairly
uneventful, thankfully. Mom and Ellie made preparations for tomorrow's
party. After dinner, I needed a diaper change as I had wet myself (of
course, after asking the proper permission). I watched a little television
and at ten o'clock, I asked to go to bed. "Good idea, Caroline. You have a
big day tomorrow!" mom grinned. I so hated that grin. I was already
cleanly diapered and only needed to wash off my makeup and lipstick and
brush my teeth. With that done, as I crawled toward my bedroom, mom
called, "Stop sissy Caroline! Go into my room and sit in front of the
mirror." Mom then rollered only my sausage curls and sprayed them lightly
with hairspray. "We want them perfect for tomorrow, sweetie." And off to
bed I crawled. I fell asleep wondering about Eric Gardner and Shirley
Temple.

BetBots · « **Reply #10 on:** February 11, 2006, 08:25:07 PM »

Braids and Beyond--part18Braids and Beyond--part18
Username: sissycaroline , Sep/23/2005 23:14:02 [-04]

Saturday morning, 10AM--party day. I woke up relieved that I had not
"relieved" myself in my diapers over night. Mom knocked and entered my
room, "Good for you sweet pea, you don't need your diapers changed." she
said. During breakfast with mom and Ellie, mom outlined the many duties I
would have as her "co-hostess" for Ellie's party. These included helping
to serve food and drinks, entertainment, cleanup and being the "greeter"
for the party. She detailed my job as "greeter". "When the doorbell rings,
you are to answer it and say exactly, the following, with a big smile on
your face: HI, I'M ELLIE'S SISSY BROTHER CAROLINE. WON'T YOU PLEASE COME
IN and drop a deep, sissyish curtsy. Then bring the guests into the living
room." I frowned, "Please no, mommy. I'll die." Mom replied, "You WON'T
die and you WILL do it or you'll find yourself with a very red butt!" She
told me to go sponge bathe myself thoroughly, since my diapers needn't be
removed, and brush my teeth and report to her room for hair, makeup and
dressing. Fifteen minutes later, in front of her mirror, she meticulously
applied my makeup and lipstick. My nails needed nothing. She removed the
curlers from the sausage curls hanging down my back and brushed and styled
my hair until it looked just like it had yesterday when we left the beauty
parlor. She lightly sprayed it with hairspray. She carefully fussed as she
dressed me in my pink satin party dress, matching rhumba panties,
petticoats, anklets and pink Maryjanes. Perfume and a gigantic pink ribbon
bow in my hair completed the elaborate caricature of a sweet, prissy
little girl. Guests were scheduled to arrive at 2PM. Mom set me to work in
the kitchen, getting out and arranging food for the party; but not before
putting a large, pink and white, lacy, frilly pinafore on me, tied in a
huge bow at the back. "Mustn't mess your pretty dress, sweetie!" she
grinned. After food and drinks were out, mom had me help her with a few
last minute decorations. As two o'clock neared, I started to tear up over
the extreme humiliation I was about to face at the hands of the party
guests. At almost exactly two o'clock, the doorbell rang and I began my
embarrassing "greeting" ritual. Every girl gasped at the sight of the
sissy boy curtsying in front of them. They just couldn't believe that a
thirteen year old boy could be so extremely "little girlish" or would
allow himself to be so humiliatingly dressed. They laughed,
uncontrollably, and fondled my clothing and under things and primped my
hair and teased me mercilessly; as I escorted each arrival into the living
room. They, of course, discovered my diapers and, invariably, asked if I
needed a diaper change. With the last guest's arrival, "Happy Birthday"
was sung to Ellie and presents were opened and mom and I began serving
food and cake and drinks to the squealing girls, who took every
opportunity to berate and embarrass me and to peek under my dress. When
food and drinks were done and cleared away, mom announced that it was time
for some "entertainment". I knew this involved me but hadn't a clue how.
"Caroline dear, come stand in the center of the living room." mom said.
"Put your left hand on your hip with your elbow sticking out and stick
your right arm out with your hand pointing away from you." She adjusted my
pose. "Please no mommy," I whaled and sobbed. "Would you prefer a nice,
bare butt spanking instead?" she countered. I shook my head "no". With
coaching and instruction from mom and all the giggling girls, I spent the
next twenty or so minutes singing "I'm a little teapot, short and stout.
Here is my handle, here is my spout..............." and did the "little
teapot" dance as I sang. With that humiliating entertainment piece done,
mom put the Shirley Temple movie she had rented the other day into the VCR
and fast forwarded to the part where Shirley Temple sings and dances to
"On the good ship, lollipop". As the video played, I was instructed, by
mom, to pay close attention. After viewing and rewinding the part several
times, I was set to the task of doing my own version of the song and
dance, with eager guidance from mom and the girls. "On the good ship,
lollipop...." I sang and danced to, for what seemed like an eternity. I
finished each time with a broad smile and curtsy to Jessica's video camera
which, of course, was taping all of the day's events. I wanted to die from
embarrassment and finally, stomped my feet girlishly, and let my temper
get the best of me. I shouted "Leave me alone you f--king b--ches!" This
resulted in the bar of soap and a long, bare bottom spanking and corner
time in front of the roomful of taunting girls. Certainly nothing more
humiliating could be done to me, I thought as I did my "corner time".
Naturally, I was wrong. As I stood, red and bare butted in the corner, I
heard mom say "Let's play a game!" and she held a box up in front of the
girls. "Oh geez mom, we're too old to play Pin the Tail on the Donkey!" I
heard Ellie complain. "Of course you are, but I have a different version
for all of you to play that I know you'll really enjoy!" mom replied. I
knew I wouldn't enjoy it. "We're gonna play PIN THE TAIL ON THE SISSY!"
she announced as the girls laughed and applauded. Mom refitted my thick
diapers and rhumba panties around me and backed me away from the corner
slightly. She bent me over and lifted my dress and petticoats up onto my
back. "His diapers are the target girls." Each girl eagerly took her turn
at being blind folded, spun around and aimed in the direction of my bum
with a pinned donkey tail. For once, I was thankful for my heavy diapering
which protected me from most pin pricks. With a few dozen donkey tails
hanging from my bum, the winner was determined. A quiet, rather shy girl
named Ashley had won. Mom announced the prize for the winner. "The winner
gets to MILK THE SISSY!" I really didn't know what that meant but I knew I
wouldn't like it. Ashley demured and declined the prize saying, "Jessica
can do it." Jessica eagerly agreed. I was stood in the center of the
living room and told to hold the front of my dress and petticoats up.
Jessica then pulled the front of my diapers and rhumba panties down, just
enough, to allow my erect "little girlie wiener" to protrude out. "God,
he's got a little sausage to match his sausage curls!" I heard one girl
exclaim. Jessica then masturbated me into a handful of tissues, as I
moaned, and the girls all laughed. "Boy, he really likes being a little
sissy baby girl!" I heard another girl say. I had had many fantasies
involving Jessica playing with my sausage, but not like this. I cried
shamefully. The night dragged on with unending humiliation. Just as I
thought the end might be in sight, I realized, I might have one more
horrific embarrassment left. I hadn't wet or pooped in about twenty four
hours and needed to go badly. I started to do my "little girl needs to go
potty dance" which Ellie and mom picked up on immediately. "Caroline," mom
asked, "Do you need to ask permission to do something, little girl?" I
hung my head, "Please mommy, please don't make me do it!" My words fell on
deaf ears. I was again placed in the center of the living room with all
the girls watching. When I could finally hold it no longer, I recited my
miserable, degrading request to mess my diapers and, noisily, pushed out a
huge stinky load of poo into my diaper bottom and then, thoroughly wet
myself. I followed this up with my gleeful cheer about what I had just
done. I had wet and pooped my diapers in front of two dozen cheering
girls. I had finally got my wish to die and was now in hell, I thought.
Mom added one final blow in front of the girls, "Wash off your makeup and
lipstick and brush your teeth and undress. Put your nitey and baby bonnet
on and insert your pacifier and return to say good night to everyone.
You'll sleep in your messy diapers tonight, Little Miss Poopy Panties!" I
did as I was told and returned ten minutes later, as the girls were
leaving, to say good night. Nobody came near me as I smelled so bad. In
bed, I cried, for what must have been hours, until I finally managed to
fall asleep.

BetBots · « **Reply #11 on:** February 11, 2006, 08:25:56 PM »

Braids and Beyond--part19Braids and Beyond--part19
Username: sissycaroline , Sep/28/2005 19:41:35 [-04]

It wasn't the sunshine peeking through from behind the window blinds that
woke me at the crack of dawn Sunday morning; but rather, the discomfort of
my soggy, poopy, stinky diapers. It was 6:30 AM and I now faced, probably,
an hour and a half of lying in my stinky mess until mom came in --- plenty
of time to suffer the embarrassment and humiliations of yesterday's party
all over again in my mind. I did manage to drift back to sleep a few
times, briefly; but it was still a long wait until mom knocked and came
in.

"It's gonna take a while to get you nice and sweet and pretty for church,
Little Miss Poopy Panties." mom said as she entered my room, holding her
nose. "Off to the shower, stinky." she said as she removed my bonnet. "And
wash and condition your hair, we're gonna go back to braids for a while."

Half an hour later, I crawled, squeaky clean, back upstairs to the blanket
in the living room where mom heavily diapered me using, thankfully, baby
powder and diaper rash ointment to soothe my stinging butt. She covered my
diapers in frilly, blue lace rhumba panties and fastened my training bra
in place. Then off to the mirror for braids and makeup.

I blow dried my hair and when done, mom supervised me, as I did my own
hair and makeup; making sure it was done perfectly. I hated braiding my
own hair, partly because it was so hard to do; but mostly because it was
just such an utterly "girlish" thing for a boy to be doing to himself. The
same was true with the makeup and lipstick. Self-inflicted "feminization"
was, somehow, even more abhorrent. It took me an hour to finish.

Mom dressed me though. She padded my bra cups, slightly, with tissues and
put my short, less full petti on me. Over this, a short, dark blue pleated
skirt was placed. A crisply ironed, white blouse with a Peter Pan collar
was buttoned and tucked in under the waist of my skirt. No anklets, for
the first time; but instead, blue knee socks that matched my skirt. She
tied a matching blue ribbon at each braid's end. My black, patent leather
Maryjanes were strapped on. The finishing touch was a straw hat with a
matching blue ribbon hanging down the back. I looked like a prissy, little
nine year old girl on her way to school.

At the breakfast table, Ellie said to mom, "You know, that outfit will be
just right!" Mom replied, "Yes, it will be perfect!"

"Will be just right and perfect" for what, I wondered. I dreaded to think
more about it.

On the ride to church, I wondered if Eric Gardner would be there with his
mother. No sight of him as we walked down the aisle and chose a pew. I
experienced a lot of muffled giggles and grins from the congregation but,
this was church after all, so I was spared raucous humiliations. A minute
later, Eric and his mom walked past us and sat in the pew right in front
of us. From the neck down, Eric was "Eric". From the neck up, Eric was
"Shirley Temple", an actress that I was now all too familiar with. His
shiny, still glistening, blond sausage curls and ringlets now sported a
large, perky pink ribbon bow on top. He was in absolute, abject misery, as
his tears flooded down his face. As the pastor took to the pulpit, even he
had to stifle a giggle as he eyed me and Eric. Eric cried through the
entire service.

After the service, there was a pot luck brunch in the church basement.
Mrs. Gardner and Eric sat and ate with mom, Ellie and me. We caused a
little more "raucous" commotion down there. I was more used to the taunts
and jeers than Eric, and he just blubbered all the more.

When things seemed to quiet down a little bit, I took the opportunity to
talk to Eric. I knew why he had been "permed" but wondered about the
large, pink ribbon bow in his curls. "Why the bow in your hair, Eric?" I
asked. "I yelled at my mother and swore at her and she spanked me, bare
bottom, soaped my mouth, and tied this silly bow in my hair! She called it
an ADDITIONAL punishment. And more would follow if I don't behave." he
cried.

Well, there was no doubt in my mind as to where Eric's mom had come up
with the ideas for Eric's punishments. Probably no doubt in Eric's mind
either, but neither of us spoke it. Eric and his mom finished their brunch
and excused themselves. As they left, I wondered what Eric would look like
the next time I saw him.

As we were about to leave, Mrs. Tompkins, the church organist, promptly
sat down next to mom for a private chat with her. Her son Dennis was my
age and in my class at school. He too, was here at church but had avoided
me. Dennis was a small, "rough and tumble" boy who was always getting into
some kind of trouble in and out of school. He had long, straight hair;
even slightly longer than mine. As mom and Mrs. Tompkins chatted on, I
noticed Dennis watching them from a short distance away. He had a very
contrite, forlorn look on his face. I couldn't help but wonder what Dennis
might look like when next I saw him.

As we left the church basement for home, a girl eyed me and my school girl
outfit, and giggled and called, "What's the rush, honey. School doesn't
start for another month and a half!"

For the ride home, mom took a different route, one that passed by my
school. As we drove past, mom and Ellie just grinned at each other and
giggled slightly. I hated those grins. I thought to myself that I couldn't
wait for the end of summer and the end of my "girlish" torture.

BetBots · « **Reply #12 on:** February 11, 2006, 08:27:14 PM »

Braids and Beyond--part20--the endBraids and Beyond--part20--the end

Username: sissycaroline , Sep/28/2005 20:41:02 [-04]

The remainder of my summer was just like the beginning had been, a

continuous series of humiliating, sissy scenarios designed to totally

embarrass and degrade me. Endless poopy, wet diapers and frilly frocks and

petticoats and ribbons and bows and satin and lace. I actually wondered,

at one point, if I might succ-umb to all this sissy femininity and resign

myself to the fact that I was now a little girl. But I didn't. I hated

being a little girl and just had to hold on until the end of summer and

the end of my "girlish" humiliations.

As the final week of summer vacation mercifully arrived, I was actually

pleased, one morning, when mother told me that she and Ellie and I were

going to the Mall to shop for "back to school" clothes.

For the occasion, I was dressed and diapered as sissy and frilly as

possible. But I didn't care, the end was in sight. I didn't care about the

taunting and teasing I received as I sashayed through the Mall because the

end was in sight. I didn't even worry about messing my diapers because I

had wet and pooped and had been changed earlier that morning.

As we passed the Piercing Pagoda, I actually flipped up the back of my

dress and petticoats and "mooned" the girl who had pierced my ears. Going

past the dress boutique, Mrs. Brinkworth was standing in the entrance. I

waved to her with one of my beribboned braids, curtsied and blew her a

kiss. Mom and Ellie seemed to enjoy my antics.

We headed for JCPenney, as mom figured they'd have the best selection of

"back to school" clothes. At the entrance, mom sent Ellie off on her own

to shop. She then looked down at me and "grinned" and took my hand. She

promptly walked me to the "back to school" sales area in the GIRL'S

DEPARTMENT!

"No, please no!!!!!!!" echoed loudly throughout the store.

The End