The walk was short enough. He realised the only chance he had was to play naturally. Sure, some people might put two and two together, but he'd be better off with passing strangers if they thought he was a genuine girl. His heart pounded but he grasped his Mama's hand tightly, she really was his guardian now, and he needed her strength.
Luckily he was not recognised, but he soon would be. The door of his Aunts house was ominous. He had been there many times before but not recently. Not since...his change.
He grasped his sisters hand tighter, which she noticed, to her satisfaction.
"You will not tell her about the punishment, or the bet little Chrissie. You will let Mama do the talking. Can you manage that Princess?"
Could he managed such a simple instruction? Yes. He could, he thought.
Each knock on the door represented a banging heartbeat.
Kelly opened, looking tired as if she'd woken from a nap, and noticed Amy at first, saying hello and then looking at the very girlish friend she had brought.
The girlish friend who was wearing her old stupid ultra girly tutu...
After a double take and a rub of her eyes excitedly, she opened the door wide, calling for Aunt Elise.
"Mum! Come here!"
As if this was the biggest news of all time.
Along came Aunt Elise, with a puzzled expression, fixing first on Amy. Then her jaw dropped, and they both burst into first of giggles.
"Who is your little friend, Amy?" she said, heartily.
"This is Chrissie" she said, matter of factly.
"Say hello Chrissie, properly."
To their astonishment, he obeyed, curtsying.
"H-hello Aunt Elise, hel-lo M-Miss Kelly...I'm C-chrissie..."
Amy took over.
"He wants to be a very little girl now. We tried to stop him but this is what he wants and he's so much cuter like this don't you agree? He begged his Mummy so she's going to keep him like this for a year and see how he is after but she decided to put me in charge because I can keep a close eye on him more."
They both beamed too. It seemed like the women of his life loved their boys to be soft and girly.
"We were going to have a barbeque and all his friends over but instead he's having a little tea party before his baby bedtime. Will you come?"
They managed to stop giggling for long enough to agree, and walked him home, giggling every time they noticed something new about him from his walk, to his nails to the realisation that he would be in female underwear.
Kelly led him by the hand while the two "grown ups" chatted about it all, Amy inventing new and fresh ways to describe how this was all his idea. Would Mummy play along? At this stage he knew the answer was certainly.
Apparently, he'd been sneaking into his sisters wardrobe to wear her knickers for years, and he was only happy when he was playing with dolls in one of her dresses. They all found out and decided to give in to his dreams. All news to him but what could he say at this point?
"He doesn't...you know...get excited about it? It's not..." Elise mouthed the word fetish out of his eyesight, as if it was taboo to say in front of a little child.
"Oh no, in fact as he's just a little girl now its all been locked up down there! Only I have a key. He's as helpless as a real child!" The giggling turned him a fresh paint of crimson.
When he got inside, he was sent upstairs again, to dress in his Alice dress. At least the tutu tights covered his underpants, he thought.
"It's going to be very nervous for a little girl like you. Do you think you need your dolly?"
He nodded, shamefully. A comfort blanket.
"Think you might need your dummy?"
He thought, and blushed, and in the hesitation she pushed in his pink dummy and attached it to his dress. If he was a real boy he'd have said no right away, she thought.
When he was led downstairs the party was all made up. Lots of pink sparkly balloons and a big girly banner with Happy 3rd Birthday Princess on it, which made him cringe. All the presents had pink or white wrapping. No boys were present at his party of course. His world was not a boys world any more. He felt smaller than ever and held his dolly and grabbed Amy's hand as tight as he could, which didn't phase her. He was a weak child and was resigned to it.
There was a table on the floor, like a tea party, and he daintily walked over and sat at the gap. The newcomers were very surprised at how adept the boy was with feminine movements and wearing a dress gracefully.
The attention was overwhelming. Everyone was being very nice, which made him so conflicted. He didn't want to be happy. He didn't want to be accepted. He wanted to be a boy, but everything was going so fast and he could tell he was changing, and the niceness made him feel a little giddy. He looked over at his sister and gave her a slight smile, which made her very proud.
He looked around. His mother, so happy with him, so proud, no longer worried about him or his future. He loved her. Why did she like him like this? His sister, who he needed for everything, was protecting him, fussing over him every day. She wasn't mean when he behaved, he thought. She was very nice. Maybe he could be nice for her. His cousin Kelly seemed to have changed 180. She didn't like him much before, but was now overjoyed. His auntie seemed to find him delightful. And then he looked to is Goddess Natalie.
She was proud of him. She was strong. She was divine. She paid him more attention than ever. She looked down on him in a way that would have panicked a boy but made him feel so safe and secure and kept.
She was wearing a tight red dress and fishnets, with red heels and matching lips. Had she dressed all for him?
A wide smile came across his lipsticked, dummied mouth as he was cheered by them.
Every present he opened was more girls toys. He pondered glumly about what he had asked for, but it hurt to think, so he reflected on what he had instead. Lots more new toys to stop the boredom. Lots more new dresses, they were comfy and looked pretty...What was he saying?
After fussing over him, and eating cake, it was his bedtime. He did think he'd get to stay up, but no such luck. But there was another surprise, and all the women were invited to stay as he was to see it for the first time. He was led upstairs, but instead of going to his sisters room, he was led to his.
The plaque on the door said "Sissy's nursery".
His mother opened the door and he was led in. His legs gave way and he dropped to his knees. The whole room was a little girls nursery. His furniture was pink. There were princess and pony posters all over. The carpet was pink, with a little child's play mat on the floor. In the corner was a playpen. She opened the wardrobe and drawers to show him his clothes. All dresses. All panties. All little girls outfits. All his boys clothes were gone.
He had a vanity with makeup and perfume and a lot of hair accessories for his long hair. Pigtails would be a big part of his future.
It was too much. Tears welled up, but he fought them. Amy spoke.
"Now honey, while I'm in school, Mummy will have to babysit, but she can't watch you all day, which is why we got this pen. Just to protect you okay?" He said nothing.
"Also, now you have your own room, I can't watch you in the night, so don't panic about the next part, it's just for your own good."
This was just too much, the tears were trying very hard to come and he knew when they did it would be over for him completely.
She stripped him in front of all the girls, causing him to suc-k on his dummy hard. There was a little bit of giggling at the small device on his privates, and he was laid on a large new table in the corner. She then went into a drawer and pulled out something which made him very nervous. It was a nappy. A pink hearts nappy.
She stroked his cheek and kissed him, telling him she was very proud. Was this teasing? No, they were past that now. This was real pride, and he could do nothing now but accept what was coming. She explained that he would need them as she could not be there to let him out during the night, or when he was penned in with his dolls.
She powdered him and pulled the nappy over his pale, white hairless lower regions, trapping his chastity under a soft canopy. He thought of positivity, it was too much and he needed some. He thought of his sisters love, of Natalie, of his dolly.
It was taped up, and some plastic panties were pulled up, as well as some large pink cotton knickers. His "favourite" Princess Rapunzel was on his brand new nightie, and as he was led to his crib.
All the women patronisingly said night night to the boy and left him, on his birthday, at 6:30pm. The light shone out, through his pink hearts curtains. Only Amy and Natalie were left.
"Remember when this all started? You thought it was all an outrage. You thought I was trying to hurt you. Now look. I knew all along, sissy. You are happy now. I can tell you are beginning to like this and it wont be long until you're happier than ever before. I did this all for you. I love you my little sissy!"
She kissed him tenderly, and he said nothing, the tears flowing gently. Natalie was next.
"Mistress is very proud of you. You are what every boy should strive to be. Soft, weak, lovely. I love you my sweet." She kissed him too. His privates giving a very weak twitch but otherwise having learned their lesson. The bars were put up, them leaning on them like he was a zoo animal being watched.
He looked over, and noticed they were holding hands. Natalie gave Amy a longing look. Amy looked momentarily confused, but when Natalie moved in, she held her, and they kissed tenderly, over him, as he whimpered like a baby.
"Our first kiss..." Natalie said. "I've been waiting for so long. I did once think about moving on Chris but.." she shrugged. He cried gently.
"Your strength, kindness and beauty made me fall for you."
They kissed again, and plopped down the lid. There were a number of Disney princesses together painted on the underside now, he could not escape their gaze.
"Come on, let's join the others at the party. Now the fun begins." His party, which he wasn't permitted to be in.
They kissed passionately again.
They walked out holding each other, to his chagrin.
He looked around at his nursery, his dresses, and clutched a number of his dolls tightly, and realised while his computer was still there, he couldn't get near it any more. He cried himself to sleep.
He woke up with an aching bladder, and cried. No one came. After 30 mind of rebellion he flooded his nappy, and reflected that he could do nothing about it. He was going to be a little girl for a year and goodness knows how much longer.
That was the last of his fight. His wet nappy, his dollies, his dummy, his impotence. He accepted it there and then and kissed his dolly night night.
The End
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Slow Burn (Repost) (Read 43206 times)
