The Braid-y Bunch--part18
Username: sissycaroline , Nov/26/2005 17:19:05 [-04][new]
My mentor Ashley, along with Ellie and Jessica, sensed that Sam felt awkward and out of place in this "haven of femininity". Ellie, with a surprisingly loving and gentle demeanor, spoke up, "Sam, you seem to look like you don't feel as if you fit here with all us GIRLS. That's understandable. It must seem odd to you." He shook his head--yes. She continued, "Well Sam, the fact that you agreed to come at all, leads me to think that you are pleased to be here and, perhaps, you'd feel more comfortable if you were more like us." Ellie was being very endearing. "Sam," Ellie continued, "Would you feel more comfortable if you were 'Samantha' instead of Sam? Caroline has lots of clothes you could wear."
Sam did not seem shocked by the question. Instead, he hung his head, shamefully, and muttered; "I'm not sure." Erica pounced on the opportunity. "Pwease, pweety, pwetty pwease, be Samantha for us Sam. You'll wove being her. You'll make such a pwetty, widdle girl Sam!" Erica chimed, in her best little girl lisp, and then kissed him on the cheek and took his hand.
Sam, still tearing and avoiding any eye contact, again muttered, "I don't know. Boys aren't supposed to want to dress like girls and be sissies like Erica, Denise and Caroline." It was this exact point that really stunned me. Why would a boy like Sam, of his own volition, even remotely contemplate becoming like us? I was forced and he's being given a choice. It was nuts.
Ashley soothed Sam by saying, "It's alright Sam, we promise. We all know you want to join the ranks of The Braid-y Bunch, as they're sometimes called. Give in to it, even if only for tonight! Become Samantha."
Ashley lifted his chin up and, graciously, wiped away his tears. "How about it, SAMANTHA? We promise it'll be fun!" Little did Sam know, as he agreed to become Samantha, that the "fun" would only be for the girls and not, at all, for us sissy boys. "You do understand Samantha, that you'll have to wear diapers and plastic rhumba panties like Erica, Denise and Caroline?" Ellie added.
"Do I have to use them?" he pitifully asked. "Of course Sweetie, that's what they're for." Ellie answered. "It's not so bad." Erica offered. Yeah, right, you sissy pervert, I thought. You would enjoy wet, stinky, poopy diapers!
"Alright then." Samantha said, his spirits seeming to pick up. "God, you're crazy!" I mumbled to myself.
The pink baby blanket was then spread on the living room floor, as it had been hundreds of times before for me. "Take all his clothes off girls and we'll diaper and pantie the sissy!" Ellie said, with an almost immediate sense of harshness. He was shocked at his sudden nakedness and tried to cover his privates with his hands. "Stop that, sissy boy. Little girls like you have no sense of modesty!" Becky admonished, as she slapped his hands. "Lay on your baby blankie, butt down, pansy Samantha." she added. He did as he was told, and I could sense, already, an element of fear in his face. His wiener was pointed straight up, to his chagrin. "See sissy Samantha, your little girlie wiener is having fun!" Megan giggled. Jessica then took over, "Erica, Denise and Caroline. You sissies are in charge of diapering this pathetic little fairy boy. You know the drill, only too well girls." By now, Samantha knew he had gotten in over his head and was helpless to change the course of events and started to sob. (Daaaaah, I thought, what did you expect?)
Erica took charge of the diapering. Fine with me, I had no desire to diaper anyone, much less a boy. I'm sure Denise felt likewise. But Erica couldn't wait to get his hands on Samantha's girlie wiener. Erica immediately bent down and kissed the tip of his saluting, little soldier and then wrapped his mouth over it. "Stop it, you little faggot sissy!" Ellie said as she swatted Erica's behind.
Powdered and diaper ointment applied, Sam was heavily diapered in Depends and a pair of my pink, frilly rhumba panties were fitted to him. A training bra of mine was next, followed by a pair of my pink laced anklets and my pink, patent leather Maryjanes. He stood there looking like a "deer in headlights". When the girls started lifting voluminous petticoats over him, he cried out in horror, "No, please, I've changed my mind!!!!" Ashley countered, "Too late now, you pathetic, pansy faggot. You're gonna look just like your sissy boy sweetie, Erica, when we're done with you!" And she swatted his frilly fanny. Samantha cried uncontrollably. The final garment was my pink satin, little girl's party dress. He continued to wail in horror, as the sissy dress was fitted to him. Another heavy swat to his fanny helped quiet him. When the sash bow was tied, Samantha was declared ready for makeup and hairdo.
Our TORmentors took the task of thoroughly covering his head with my pink, medium sized rollers. His hair wasn't that long, but long enough for the rollers to be wound to produce a full head of "little girl" curls. They did use generous amounts of a stiff, styling gel. They, purposely, wound his rollers very tightly--to create tight curls and to create pain for the new sissy boy. When Samantha bellowed in pain, Ashley scolded him. "You better stop all your complaining, little Miss Priss, or we'll find a way to see that you start attending school as the fourth member of THE BRAID-Y BUNCH!!!!! You know we can do that!" With that said, Samantha complained very little the rest of the night and accepted his girlish fate reluctantly.
By the time our mentors completed his hair rolling, Ellie and Jessica, who had been doing his makeup and lipstick and nails, were done. We sissy boys had just been relegated to watching. Spritzed with perfume, Samantha was then placed under a very hot hair dryer for forty five minutes, so his curls would set tightly and well. He sobbed underneath the dryer the entire time. We all just set about getting out food and drinks for the night, while Samantha's curls "cooked".
When time was up under the hair dryer, the pathetic sissy creature was whisked to the dressing table again for his comb out. The rollers and stiff gel and hair dryer had really done their jobs. He now sported a head full of little girlish curls that, almost, rivaled Erica's permed ringlets and sausage curls. Ellie, Jessica and our mentors beamed with pride over a job well done. Samantha groaned and cried loudly when he saw his reflection in the mirror. He sobbed even more when Ellie tied a huge, pink floppy ribbon bow to the top of his curled head. A gold necklace and matching gold, clip on earrings finished his new persona. Poised in front of the full length mirror, Samantha beheld himself fully, for the first time and begged, "Please, please, change me out of this!" With a swat to his diapered and frilled fanny, Ashley warned, "Shut up pansy, or you'll find yourself in school like this! And remember, little girly boys like you only speak when they're spoken to, so not another word."
Becky suggested that he practice curtsying while he was in front of the mirror. "Great idea Becky!" Ashley said. "Do one hundred curtsies in front of the mirror. And count them off as you go. I'm sure you know how to curtsy like a proper little girl from watching your fellow sissy boys, but just in case, Caroline will do the first fifty along side you as demonstration." Oh crap, I thought. "Oh, and while you're curtsying girls, I want you each to say with every curtsy---I LOVE BEING A PRETTY, PRISSY LITTLE GIRL! Now begin and remember Caroline, you can stop after fifty."
"One, I love being a pretty, prissy little girl." Curtsy. "Two, I love being a pretty, prissy little girl." Curtsy. "Three, I love.........." And so on it went until fifty for me, and one hundred for Samantha.
When Samantha finished his curtsying ordeal, he was very red faced with embarrassment and he seemed to fidget somewhat. It increased as Erica held his hand and walked him back to the living room. As Samantha was stood in front of the dining room table where drinks and snacks were placed, he declined any food or drink. And he almost seemed to be doing a little dance. "Well, well well!" Ellie giggled. "Does our little miss prissy Samantha need to use her diaper?" He said nothing and just hung his head in shame, and fidgeted more. Words weren't needed. He was doing the "I need to mess my didee" dance. "Listen up everyone. Samantha is about to have a very special first event, at least since he was a real baby!" Ellie laughed. "She needs to use her diaper for the first time. How special!!!!" The girls applauded. Ellie thought for a moment and then gave an evil grin.
"I have an idea. Let's make a contest out of this. Listen up girls. Now, any girl wearing diapers, come form a straight line facing the rest of us.---Now, let's see, that would certainly be you Samantha and who else could there be?????" Ellie was really playing this up for all it was worth. "Oh of course, silly me, Caroline, Denise and Erica---front and center too!" The girls roared at Ellie's antics. She continued, "Now listen well, sissy boys, on the count of three, you are to wet and poop your diapers as quickly as possible. The first three sissies to fully wet and poop themselves will only be made to wear their stinky mess for an hour. After that, they'll be cleaned and changed for the night and allowed snacks and drinks and TV. But the last sissy to mess himself, will remain in his wet, poopy, stinky mess until morning before being changed. And the loser will get NO snacks and drinks and TV and will sit in the corner in his stinky, poopy wet diapers all evening and be put to beddy bye in them. Sound like fun sissies?" None of us replied, not even Erica.
"Okay gentlemen, start your engines--ah--I mean--ah--bowels and kidneys, I guess. One, two, three--GO!" The room exploded with laughter as we tried to explode into our diapers. As horrific as this humiliation was, none of us wanted to spend the whole night in our mess. Samantha was easily the first place winner, as he had a head start, you could say. He had very quickly and totally wet and pooped himself and was crying miserably over his humiliating first experience in using a diaper. Denise, about a minute later, completed his diaper soiling and was also bawling like a baby. Erica and I were neck and neck for a while, but I was still only just finishing wetting by the time Erica had totally relieved himself. I had lost. "Well, at least you've had a lot of experience sleeping in wet, messy diapers darling!" I heard mom call from the kitchen doorway where she had been watching the proceedings. "And, at least, you can sleep in your room where you won't offend everyone else with your stinky mess." she added. It was little comfort to me.
The wooden play pen was placed in the corner, near a window which was cracked open, despite the November chill. This was done so as to less offend the delicate noses of the girls. We four poopy, wet stinky sissy boys were crammed into it, three of us for just an hour. Me, until bedtime. We had to endure not only our own stinky diapers, but each other's too. We felt like we were sitting in the middle of a sewer. It was awful and I was glad when the hour was up, but not as glad as Erica, Denise and Samantha, who would be cleaned and changed and spend a more comfortable night than I would.
I remained in the playpen, suffering my mess with nothing to eat and drink, while the girls watched TV and chatted. The girls had Erica and Samantha and Denise set their hair and paint their nails and toe nails and serve them drinks and food like some kind of little sissy maids. They kept the sissy boys "hopping." Who knows, I thought. Maybe I was better off where I was. At midnite, I was sent to my room to change into my nitey. Then to the bathroom to wash off my makeup. "Be sure to set your hair Caroline, like the rest of us girls!" Ellie instructed. With my hair set in pink rollers and my face cleaned, I left the bathroom and headed for my room. "Sweet dreams, or I guess I should say stinky dreams Caroline!!!" Ellie teased as I entered my room. Everyone roared with laughter. I don't know how much longer the rest of the girls and sissies stayed up, but at least, I was done for the night---except for the struggle of getting to sleep in rollers and messy diapers. But as mom had said, I was pretty used to it and mercifully fell to sleep fairly quickly.
Surprisingly, I didn't wake up until almost eleven the next morning. I had slept like a baby (no pun intended). I guess I was just so wiped out from last night's humiliating tortures. I exited my stinky room and was again quite surprised to find that everyone was gone. Ellie and mom were finishing cleaning up from the party. "Go bathe Caroline, you stink! And then I'll diaper you." mom ordeYes mom." I gladly obliged. As I cleaned myself thoroughly of my mess, I wondered what was to become of red. "Samantha. Maybe on Monday I'd find out, I thought.
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Topic: The Braid-y Bunch by sissycaroline (Read 36285 times)
