Photoshoot

[DaraJaney]

After dinner Brian was finally freed from his high-chair and his mother held up his pink sleeper.  “Nnnngggghhhh!” he complained because it was still early for his already early bedtime.  “It’s for more photos”, she told him so he cooperated as she removed his lilac baby dress and tights and put him in his pink sleeper.

She led him to his room and opened the door.  There was a large cot in the corner.  His bed was propped up on the other side against the wall.  He whimpered as he was pushed towards the cot but he was soon bundled into it and his mother raised the side bars and they clicked in place.  He turned around on his knees and put his mittened hands on the side bars.  He looked out sadly through the bars which were over his head and his mother quickly snapped a photo.

He scrambled to his feet and saw that the side bars came to his chest and it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to climb out.  He saw the same baby-proof catch on the side bars and sighed.

His mother made him play with his large toys in the cot while she took lots more photos.  There was a mobile attached to the end of the cot that curved in over him.  Cuddly animals dangled from it as it turned slowly.

His mother went off to check the photos and he was left alone in the room.  He desperately checked the side-bars for weaknesses and shook them as hard as he could but the cot was well made and he was stuck in it.

Eventually his mother returned and expressed herself satisfied with the photos.  “You may as well go to bed now”, she told him.  “Nnggghhh!” he protested.  “You are all set in your sleeper and you’ve had your bottle it’s only an hour to your normal baby bed time”, she insisted.

She took out a brand new set of baby monitors from a box and plugged the receiving end into a socket.  She set the baby monitor on the chest of drawers beside his cot and turned the switch on.  A little red light came on.  “There we go!” his mother said happily.  “You can just cry into this if do a poo poo while Mummy is still up.”

She drew the curtains while he continued to whimper protest from his cot.  Anna wheeled his high-chair into the room and then set up his play-pen there.  As they left the room and turned out the light he realised that he now had a full set of nursery furniture made large enough for him and secure enough to keep him confined.

For once he woke dry but there was no sound of anyone up.  He was bursting to pee and poo but wanted to demonstrate that he had regained some control.  But his mother had chosen to lie in that morning and securely confined to his cot as he was, he couldn’t go and wake her.  The baby monitor light was out so it clearly no use to him at this time.

He tried shaking the cot bars again and made token efforts at trying to climb out but the side bars were too high and slippery.  He eventually had to wet and soil his nappy.

Of course he heard his mother moving around the house minutes later.  She came in and was unsurprised to find him wet and soiled.  He just suc-ked on his soother and presumed that there was no point in trying to tell her he hadn’t wet his nappy in his sleep.

A couple of days later there was hammering noise coming from his room and when he was brought to his cot there was a large changing table in the place where they had propped his old bed up against the wall.  He wondered where the bed was.  He expected to have photos taken on the changing table – that was presumably why they had made a proportionally large table for him.  But no, his mother just used it to change his nappy and he realized that it was brought in purely for that functional use.

He noticed when sitting in his play pen that the changing table had been built into the wall.  It had a worryingly permanent look about it. He suc-ked harder on his soother.

Anna babysat him one day when his mother was out.  She returned declaring “great news!”  Brian desperately hoped that she had received enough orders for dresses so that he wouldn’t have to model any more.

“I’ve been taken on full-time by a clothing company!”  “Congratulations!” Anna welcomed the news.  “Ngh ngh ngh” Brian tried to agree through his soother.  At last, no more making baby dresses at home.

His mother looked down on him.  “We’ll have to find a nursery for you during the day.”  He was shocked.  “Nnngghhh?”   Anna chipped in quickly.  “A friend of mine runs a nursery and I know they have one vacancy at the moment.  They are in huge demand but I think she would love to have Baby Cissy here.”  “Nnnngggghhhh!”  Then Brian looked down in surprise.  He had wet himself at the thought of going to a nursery.  His mother knew what had happened.  “See sweetie.  You need your nappies now so I have to send you to a nursery while I am at work.”  Brian cringed.

His incontinence was clear but did they have to send him to the nursery in a sissy baby dress?  Of course they did.  His mother wasn’t giving up her side line work and other mothers with children at the nursery might like Brian’s dresses and order something.

Brian couldn’t believe he was being brought to a nursery in a pink baby dress with matching bonnet, nappy cover and pink tights. It was just on the next street so they walked.  It turned out that the straps on his high chair could be removed and double-up as a harness.

So Brian waddled along with his mother keeping a firm grip of his reins and Anna carried his changing bag over her shoulder with a large baby bottle in the side pouch.  Brian suc-ked on his large soother once again hoping that it and his restrictive bonnet would hide his face.

They got to the nursery without incident, just a few people watching mouth agape as they passed.  “Oh what a pretty little darling!”  Mrs. Foley who ran the nursery met them.  “Isn’t he adorable!”  Brian cringed when she said ‘he’.  Everyone was going to know that he was a boy in a baby dress.  “How old is he?”  “Twelve”, his mother answered.  “And has poor little Cissy got a little problem?” she asked patting the front of his nappy.  Brian looked at the floor and suc-ked hard on his soother.

“We would love to take care of little Cissy but I have another parent who’s very interested.  She says she’ll commit to a minimum of three months and pay in advance.”  Brian perked up a little as it looked like he might not be consigned to the nursery after all.

“Well I’m happy to sign him in for six months”, his mother said.  “Hhhnnnggggg?” Brian blurted through his soother in surprise.  “Wait until I phone the other lady please.”  Mrs. Foley went into her office and made the call.  Brian was squirming in his nappy and pink tights at the thought of spending six months in his baby dresses.  He whimpered through his soother plaintively trying to get his mother’s attention.  But she ignored him.

“She says she will do nine months”, Mrs Foley called from her office.  Brian looked hopefully at his mother.  “A year”, she said immediately.   â€œNnnnnggggghhhh!”  Mrs Foley spoke to the other lady and put down the phone.  Brian looked at her desperately hoping.  “The place is yours.”  Brian wet his nappy copiously.  As ever his mother noticed.  “See sweetie this is why you need your nappies.”  Mrs Foley smiled in sympathetic agreement.  “I’ll get the forms for you to sign him in for a year.”

Brian’s mother got down on one knee and adjusted his pink bonnet.  “You can take a gap year from school and next summer we can try to toilet train you again.”  Try?  He didn’t like the sound of that.  But his more immediate problem was that Mrs Foley was coming from the office with the form.  Brian started sniffling as his mother began filling it out.  He didn’t want to spend a year in nappies, frilly baby dresses and tights, being looked after in a nursery every day of the week with a 7pm bed time.

“Just sign at the bottom to make it official.”  Brian watched frustratedly as his mother signed without hesitation and that was it.  “Can I take his changing bag?  We’re clearly going to need that right away.”  Anna handed over the bag as the ladies all tittered.

[Ashlynn]

Such a perfect outcome for little cissy baby brian.

Can't wait to see what else is in store for him

[krystalasbaby2017]

further and further back to sissy babyhood his bottles and baby food and diapers.  Nice maybe sometimes being baby sat by a girl his own  real age...giggles

[DaraJaney]

“So Cissy can’t use his hands”, Mrs Foley observed looking at Brian’s mittens.  “Needs to be bottle and spoon fed obviously.”  His mother nodded.  “I think we’ll put Cissy in with our one year olds.”  “That would be about right”, his mother confirmed.  Brian sniffled and suc-ked hard on his soother as he waddled towards the room with his one-year-old peers.

In the middle of the babies was a lovely young woman  - or older girl he wasn’t quite sure.  “This is Angie”, Mrs Foley introduced them.  “Angie, this is little Cissy.  He’s going to join your group.”  Angie’s gorgeous face lit up and Brian really wished he wasn’t in a baby dress and nappy but she clearly liked it.  “Oh what a darling.  I love your pretty dress”, Angie said to a mortified Brian.  She ran her fingers under his petticoats and he squirmed, feeling something stirring in his soggy nappy.

“Little Sissy needs changing already”, Mrs Foley informed her.  “I’ll do it this time”, she said as she led him towards the changing area and Angie tittered at the confirmation that her new charge clearly needed his nappy.  Brian visualized himself having his nappy changed by the wonderful Angie and there was more stirring in his nappy.  He cringed wondering how he was going to avoid an embarrassing erection when it came to Angie’s turn to change him.

Mrs Foley was very business-like in changing his nappy.  He lay back looking over at Angie playing happily with the babies and he thought being here might not be all bad.

He did get a little extra attention from her.  He was hard to ignore – a twelve year old boy in a pink baby dress and bonnet sitting in the middle of one-year-old babies in normal onesies or even t-shirts and trousers for the lucky slightly older ones.  He was eager to please her and she smiled happily if he shook his rattle or crawled wiggling his frilly bottom.  But at the end of the day he had nothing but baby toys to amuse him.

She did try a few toys aimed at two or three year olds with him but with his hands in mittens he couldn’t play with them properly so she reverted to rattles and blocks.

At lunchtime she smiled as she removed his soother and replaced it with his baby bottle and was pleased to see that he could hold the bottle himself and suc-k happily on it while she fed another of her charges.  But he couldn’t feed himself so she had to tie his bib on and spoon-feed him.

Inevitably in the afternoon he wet his nappy and she had to change him.  Even as she led him waddling to the changing area he felt a stirring in his soggy nappy.  He cringed.  As she removed his nappy cover, tights and plastic pants he got more and more excited so by the time she removed his wet nappy he had a nice little hard-on.

He suc-ked desperately on his nappy trying to feel like a proper baby so his erection would go away.  She just said “oh dear” and tried to proceed as if nothing had happened.  She quickly had him cleaned and pinned into a clean nappy and before long his tights and nappy cover were restored and he was able to relax a little back with his baby toys.

He saw Angie have a serious conversation with Mrs Foley.  They looked over at him and he shook his rattle trying to look as sweetly innocent as possible.  Mrs Foley went for the phone.  Brian wondered would this be a way out.  Would he be kicked out of the nursery?  He grew hopeful.

Mothers started arriving to pick up their little ones.  Brian in his pink frilly baby dress stood out a mile and every one of them came over to have a look.  Angie would say something like “Isn’t he sweet”, giving his real gender away immediately.   â€œHe?!”  Brian could only sit there mortified in his pink dress, bonnet and tights as the mother’s asked all about him.  “He needs to wear nappies and we have to keep his hands in these mittens to stop him taking his nappy off, don’t we dear?  So he has to be bottle and spoon fed everything.”

“Where did that large baby outfit come from?” they’d ask smiling at his frilly nappy cover.  “His Mummy made it.”  “Really?  Wow! “  “Cissy, hold out your petticoats there sweetie.”  Brian cringed as he displayed his layers of organza under his baby dress.  “Cissy?  What an appropriate name”, they’d snigger.

Then Brian noticed to his horror that Mrs Johnson, three doors down from their house, had come in.  She had a daughter, Tess, in his class in school!  If she heard about him being in a baby dress and nappy his life would be over!

Tess had a three-year-old sister.  That must be why her mother was here.  He desperately hoped that she would head straight for the three-year-olds and not notice him.  He tried to keep his head down and shook his rattle determinedly and she passed the door of his room.  He breathed a little easier.

He realized that as she came back she would be facing his direction and more likely to see him so he started crawling to the other side of the room.  The rattle that was hooked over his right hand shook noisily as he crawled along.

The door was behind him when he heard Mrs Johnson’s voice.  “My goodness!  Who is that?”  He froze as he realized that his big thickly nappied, pink frilly bottom was facing her.  His pink bonnet hid his face at that point but she was not going to be avoided now.

Angie went over to him smiling and took his hand making him turn over and sit on his bottom facing his neighbour.  He looked up through the lace trim on his bonnet, suc-ked desperately on his soother and clutched his rattle as he watched the look of puzzlement on her face turn to some kind of recognition.  Her little one, Sammie, was the first one to say it.  “It’s Brian Mummy!”  Her mother’s jaw dropped.  She was right.  What was the twelve-year-old boy from down the street doing here in a nursery for one-year-old’s wearing a pink frilly baby dress with matching bonnet and diaper cover and pink tights and suc-king firmly on a soother?

Brian flooded his nappy.  He had been recognized.  Tess was going to hear about it.  His classmates were going to hear about this.  His life was over.  Angie recognized the signs.  “Oh dear you have wet yourself again!”  Mrs Johnson put her hand to her mouth.  Brian clearly needed to wear that nappy!

“Wait until Tess sees this!” she remarked.  She took out her camera phone.  Brian whimpered desperately through his soother.  Angie put her hand up.  “Sorry no photos allowed here”, she reminded her, pointing to the sign on the wall.

Mrs Johnson put her phone away apologetically but Brian could see from the look on her face that she knew it was only postponing the inevitable.  She bustled off quickly, clearly keen to tell her daughter.  Her little girl looked back at Brian piteously in his wet nappy and pink baby dress.  She didn’t need a soother anymore and wondered why this twelve-year-old boy clearly did.

[krystalasbaby2017]

wonderful more humilation on the way for the sissy

[DaraJaney]

Brian’s mother must have been last to arrive at the nursery and he was subjected to mortifying examination by all the mothers.  If they had two or three year olds, their kids would look pityingly on the twelve year old boy in the pink baby dress, who needed to wear a nappy and suc-k on a soother.

One mother with a little girl did say “You must give me his Mummy’s number, she’s clearly a very talented dressmaker.”  Her daughter in her cute little t-shirt and pants looked up with concern.  “Not that I would want anything quite so frilly and pretty”, her mother reassured her.

Brian sighed realizing that this would only reinforce his mother’s belief that sending him to the nursery in his pretty dresses might draw in more orders.  Not that he had any other clothes that would fit over his nappy anyway.  Angie waved to him with a big smile as he waddled away strapped into his harness and he thought that she was the one consolation in his predicament.

That evening he whiled away the first few hours in his cot thinking about her.  He became aroused and started rubbing the front of his footed sleeper.  He grew quite hard.  But the thick soft nappy made it difficult for him to bring it to a conclusion.  He rolled on his tummy and squirmed in his sleeper desperately trying to climax but it was impossible.  He lay back frustratedly suc-king hard on his soother.

The following morning his mother changed his nappy, humming to herself all the time.  She was all too pleased with her new job and having Brian in sissy dresses being looked after in the nursery.  When he had been cleaned and powdered something odd happened.  He looked down.  She was placing something over his little member.  It looked like a plastic tube.  She also held another plastic part than looked like a double-u.  This she pushed up behind his testicles and he felt it close into a ring.  Somehow this was connected to the tube and she smiled as she looped a little padlock through a plastic post and clicked it shut.   â€œHhhhnnggg?”

“Someone is a little too fond of Miss Angie!” his mother teased.  Brian looked at the ceiling and suc-ked on his dummy but just the mention of her name caused a stirring.  “Cissy likes Miss Angie a lot.”  He continued to grow but then his member met the hard confines of the plastic tube which kept it curved downwards and he could not get properly aroused.  “Nnnngggghhhh!”

His Mummy pinned his nappy on over his chastity device and that was quickly followed by his plastic pants and lilac tights.  “Angie is going to love your pretty lilac dress isn’t she?”  Brian cringed as his Mummy pulled his baby dress on and buttoned him in.

As he waddled into the nursery Angie saw the embarrassed look on his face.   â€œOh what a pretty dress.  And where did you get those gorgeous lilac tights in his size?”  Brian suc-ked hard on his soother.  “Have we taken care of his little problem?” she asked.  She placed her hand on the front of his nappy and felt the hard casing within.  Brian squirmed as his member responded to her touch but it was held firmly in a downward curve which with the tight tube prevented any arousal.   Brian shuffled disconsolately towards the one-year-olds and his rattles and blocks.

Unfortunately for him Angie now felt that there was no need to exercise any restraint and became more touchy feely with him.  When he needed his nappy changed, she held his hand as he waddled along and patted his nappied bottom playfully as he climbed up on the changing table.

Of course she had a good look at his chastity device when she had him cleaned and powdered.  His member pressed desperately against the tube as she cupped his testicles in her hand and turned his device this way and that to see how it was securely locked on to him.  Brian squirmed and bucked at every touch as his member tried to enlarge but he was denied any arousal.

She pinned him into his nappy and patted the front.  “No more problems there then”, she said happily.  Not for her maybe, Brian thought as he squirmed again under her touch.  There was lots more touching around his bottom as she pulled his plastic pants up over his nappy and made sure it was tucked in all around and then as she pulled his lilac tights on and smoothed them over his nappy and all down his legs.  Then there was still his frilly nappy cover to be carefully smoothed into position before Brian could waddle away and the dull pressure on his member could be relieved.

Although feeding himself from his baby bottle was the one thing he could do she insisted on giving him his bottle in the middle of the day.  As he suc-ked on the teat his eyes drifted towards her breasts which were just about held in by her low-cut top and his little member couldn’t help but fight its losing battle.

That afternoon Mrs Johnson was later and arrived at the same time as his mother.  Brian sat in his nappy mortified as they discussed his situation.  His mother explained the whole photography session story and then described in detail how Brian quickly descended into incontinence and dependence on his soother.

“Luckily we have a nice collection of very pretty baby dresses that he can wear while he needs his nappies”, his mother told her.  Brain didn’t feel lucky about that.  “Well I’m sure my Tess would be only too delighted to babysit him if you need a night out or anything.  She’s part of a babysitter group with her school friends.  I’m sure they would all be delighted to help.”  Brian cringed.

“That would be wonderful but do they know how to change old-fashioned cloth nappies?”  “No I’m afraid not”, Mrs Jackson confirmed and Brian was given a glimmer of hope.  “But I’m sure they would be eager to learn.”  “Why don’t you send them all over this evening and I can demonstrate”, his mother suggested as she strapped Brian into his harness.  He whimpered through his soother but was ignored as usual.

“Sure thing”, replied Mrs Johnson.  “There’s only one thing”, she looked a little concerned.  “I’m not sure if it’s appropriate given his …” she nodded towards his crotch.  “Oh don’t worry about that.  It’s been effectively neutralized.”  Mrs Johnson raised her eyebrows wondering how that had been achieved and thinking she might join the girls herself in their nappy changing training.

[Ashlynn]

Aww how delightful little baby cissy will be wonderfully humiliated with the entire babysitting group & at least 1 mother to see him locked tight in chastity and having the girls learn how to change his nappies.

Will be eager to see the next chapter