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Re: Slow Burn (Repost)
« Reply #126 on: October 13, 2020, 07:51:49 AM »
The promise to have a good time was not idly made. The afternoon was spent with them fussing over him, treating him nicely. It was hard to stomach how they saw him, but they were so nice to him he could not help just being nice back.

They had him give a fashion show, taught him to dance like his sisters pop stars. Natalie took him in her arms and danced him around the room, his skirts swishing around as she led him.

The afternoon ended with him on the floor, watching Little Mermaid, as Natalie and Amy sat on the couch with their arms around each other.

They were very close friends, he pondered. It was better that they were, because he'd see Natalie more often. Were they always this close though? The newfound naivety of a child.

Natalie was growing fond of Amy for what she had done and was starting to think about her own sexuality, bringing Amy closer to her to explore her feelings, making sure her muscular arms were around her, showing her how safe she would be.

Amy was blissful. Here she was, with her best friend, closer than ever, and her brother, totally submissive, obedient, pretty, emasculated and above all cute. She lay back into Natalie's strong arms, feeling the moment, as Natalie playfully stroked her skin.

Tomorrow would be key. Amy knew there was no way her mother would accept a whole year if he just told her about everything, even if she was desperate for it, but he had become so naive and weak that she banked on him playing along and sealing his fate.

She lay back content, and looked up at Natalie, who gave her a very happy smile and bit her lip. What was this? She didn't know but it felt so special right now so she took Natalie's arm and positioned it further around, stroking it to make her feel comfortable and finished the film.

For the last act of the day she had chrissie practise a childish dance. He was not sure why and it was very shameful to him especially in front of these girls, but he figured they had earned a little faith since they had been so nice and he dutifully did his best to learn its simple and effeminate moves, which they applauded like he was reciting Shakespeare and congratulated him like it was the hardest thing in the world.

Being put to bed that night, his Mama assured him everything would be okay from now on that he would get used to everything, that he would learn to love his life. He somehow doubted it all, he thought, as he suc-ked his dummy. After another milk and a princess bedtime story, he fell into a frustrated sleep. It was 1030 before he needed the potty today. Needing a grown up for this made him more infantile than ever.
As he sat on the potty his Mama made him promise to act and talk childishly all day tomorrow, he became more tense than ever.

It was the day of his birthday. For once, he was awake before his sister was pulling covers off him, with some anxiety. This was it, the day he would have to beg his mother for a year dressed, treated, and disciplined as a little girl completely under his sisters control. She would do her best to make regress him so he was helpless, and he knew it. The thought made him shudder.

He was glum, trapped, and needed the potty. Toilet. He needed the toilet. He was even thinking childishly. His distraction meant he did not realise his Mama had come in,  grinning through his bars.

"Happy birthday sissy chrissie! You're going to be good today hmm? Member your lil promise last night?"

"H-hewwo Mama..." he said, obediently. "Yes Mama..."

She beamed. He remembered the baby talk.

"Good! Today will go a lot easier if you are good for Mama!"

He blushed crimson. How could he rebel? He had nothing to rebel with!
His former sister noticed how he did not need to be told where to go. After tucking his doll into his bed,  it was into the bathroom where he waited patiently to be undressed of his girlish night clothes. Then playing obediently.

He was dressed in his pale blue Alice dress, which was very comfortable, pleasingly poofy and practical, he thought.  What? No, it was icky and he hated it. Very uncomfortable having his lower half open and his knickers exposed! At least, he tried to convince himself, shamefully.

Mama, err, Amy, made sure he was extra neat for his birthday. His nails were painted deep red like his lips, his eyebrows freshly plucked, white knee socks and black mary janes like the titular character from Wonderland. He held out his hand for his Mama to lead him. She noticed his girlish walk which had not been broken for days now.

Was this all him just being obedient? How much was second nature? She did not know, or would not ask lest she broke some spell. He did not realise just how girlish he had become, swaying his hips and wrists as he daintily walked naturally, holding his sisters hand tight anxiously for the first curtsy of the day, his Mummy, who seemed to make him shrink tenfold just by her loving all this.

After a big happy birthday and a fuss over him and his dress he was sat down to breakfast, with milk in a sippy cup and some mush he couldn't work out.

His morning was spent amusing his sister through girlishness, but at least he got to play instead of work. Even if the playing was with little girls toys.

Lunch looked more sombre than usual.

Both Mummy and Mama were sat, looking serious. He remembered one of his promises and braced himself.

It was Mummy who led this conversation, something he was no longer used to entirely.

"Honey, it's your birthday. I've been so so happy with you these past weeks. It has been such a pleasure for me and for your Mama."

She looked crestfallen about what she was about to say.

"I've been talking with your sister.  Cause that's who she is right?"

She paused, but he did not agree. As always, Amy was sat next to her Mother, outside her line of sight, so he could see her strong glances but his Mother could not.

She continued, hesitantly.


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Re: Slow Burn (Repost)
« Reply #127 on: October 13, 2020, 06:16:04 PM »
babyamylee, OH  Boy, Chrissie is about to tell his mummy that he wants to stay as a little girl.  I can't wait to see what is next. 


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Re: Slow Burn (Repost)
« Reply #128 on: October 19, 2020, 03:32:07 PM »
"After some discussion, we've both decided that its time to have your freedom. I loved all this, but its not fair on you. You have delighted us long enough. It's heartbreaking for me to say, but tomorrow, you can go back to being a full boy again. I've not prepared for it this birthday, as we kind of decided late, but it's time to stop punishing."

His heart pounded. He knew this was coming, but it was too much for him to contemplate. A life time of questions came and passed him by in a minute as he squirmed in his little dress. The thought of him all going back to normal again!

Then he looked over to his sister, with her firm, expectant look. Oh right, the contract. If his mother saw that, one year would turn to many and his Mum was enjoying this too much to stop, he reasoned.

His heart was pounding, his mind racing, but he had to get this out of the way.

"M-Mummy...i...don't want to go back right now...i want to s-stay as a little girl."

She looked shocked. Surprised.

"Honey, I know you are confused right now, but in the cold light of day you know this is not what you want is it?"

She seemed concerned that he would be too hasty. There was a glimmer of hope in her voice though. Inside, her heart was pounding too. She hoped beyond hope this was real.

"No, it isn't what you want. You're just confused right now. I have to stop being selfish..."

Selfish. That meant she really really wanted him like this. He was more nervous than ever. Having to beg to be kept as a little girl was bad enough.

She continued, watching his nervousness with curiosity.

"No. We will have your little girls birthday I planned, its too late to change, but tomorrow, you have to go back."

"P-please!" he blurted, to her astonishment.

"This is no joke! I l-love my d-dresses and dollies, I l-love my Mama and want her to be in charge! I...beg you Mummy...I beg you. I'll do anything!"

She smiled broadly. Amy had a satisfied grin.

"Hmm. Maybe I'll let you finish the summer if that's how you feel.."

Chrissie knew this was not going to be enough.

"Please don't make me go back, I want to stay like this!"

This would be a tough sell. But a year was better than life.

His mother laughed heartily.

"You love it that much? I'm sorry you can't not go to school!"

"M-maybe just a year then...just let me be l-like this a year..."

She paused for thought. A full year. She decided to lay it out.

"Well if you choose that, you need to know what that will entail okay?
No tantrums or back outs. It will be full time, and you will be an obedient little girl and treated as such. I can't be expected to flip flop all the time, so you get one choice and this is it. I can't keep this a secret for a full year, so people will eventually find out, and I will even take you out. You should look forward to it. The more people know the more treat you as you are asking to be treated.

Your device will not come off. Children are not aware of adult sensations and you can't pick and choose what you want from this, so for a year you will not know those pleasures.

I don't expect you will ever get back to normal after a year like this.
You'll never truly consider yourself equal to your Mama again or leave this behind fully. Your mind will get more childish and girly.

I wont even hesitate to treat you as the little girl you are at all times, so if you even mention being a big boy before you will be punished like the child you are.

If people find out you will not make excuses, you will tell them this is what you want and you will do it sweetly, kindly, like your Mama's good little girl.

She will remain your primary carer and I wont get in her way."

It was all devastating. Could he really not just back out? He couldn't risk. With tears in his eyes he nodded.

"A nod wont do. You have to ask me so I am convinced this is what you want. Convince me."

He wanted this over, and curtsied.

"Please Mommy please. Don't make me be a grown boy. Let Mama keep me as her little girl, please. I'll be good. I beg you please."

She sighed, giving a contented smile.

"Well, okay. I wont ask again. If you want out, you can ask your Mama in a year I suppose, if she lets you."

Amy, secretly very nervous and flustered, was so excited to get her wish. Her own sissy for a year, and it was her brother, and by the time she was done there would be no going back.

"Okay, time to get little Miss fussy ready for her birthday party!" Amy beamed.

He was once again undressed out of his Alice dress, perfumed. and then she placed pale pink tights over him. Then she approached him with a very familiar garment. Oh no.

It was the pink flouncy tutu style dance dress that had got him into this situation in the first place.

All of this had been a culture shock, so he looked at his Mamas eyes resignedly and sobbed as he allowed her obediently to dress him. Her punishment had ended up so long ago and had been so mild. Now he was going to experience it as day to day life with no benefit to him other than to clothe him normally.

He looked sissier than ever. His hair was getting longer, he was flouncing around femininely like it was second nature. His Mother was right, how could he go back.

It hurt that she laughed when he was introduced to her dressed this way. What could he do now? Risk a spanking by telling her he wanted to change? She wasn't the one who could change him anyway.

"Okay, take your sissy to fetch your Aunt and cousin while I finish up the party!"

He panicked, and almost wet himself. Cousin Kelly and Aunt Elise, the whole reasons for this, would see him like this, and with his mother there he wouldn't be able to get the truth out. He'd have to play along or risk a punishment!

He almost fell through weakness, and if he wasn't holding Amy's hand like a child he would have. It did not go unnoticed.

"Something wrong chrissie?" Mummy said.

"M-maybe they don't have to come Mummy?"

"That's my sister and her precious daughter. Of course she can come any time she wants. Don't be bold."

Resigned, he tried to save himself the journey over.

"C-can't she drop me at M-Mistress N-natalie's while sh-she fetches them?"

Anna gave an epic eye roll.

"You are going to have to get this out soon, it might as well be now. This isn't for children to worry about. You just go and be good. If that's okay with your Mama?"

"Yes it is" Amy said, with a patronising voice.

"Do you need your dolly?"

He thought about it. He was so nervous. This wasn't happening. He nodded, and she handed him his soft Rapunzel doll.

She grabbed his hand, waltzing him out to the door. He was panicking, but her strength was too great for him and he walked towards it anyway. Before he knew what was happening he was outside.

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Re: Slow Burn (Repost)
« Reply #129 on: October 19, 2020, 07:28:47 PM »
babyamylee, I LOVE IT!!!!!  Chrissie has sealed his fate for the next year and maybe longer.  He will act and be treated like a little girl for that year.  I can't wait for the next chapter.  WELL DONE!!!!

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Re: Slow Burn (Repost)
« Reply #130 on: October 20, 2020, 01:12:40 AM »
OMG! this story absolutely rocked out LOUD.

i didn't intend to read it in one sitting but i sure did! i sincerely hope you are planning updates.

minor criticisms..... and i apologize, it's the english major in me. :D

small items but the same issue:
you dropped hints about bathroom use, his use of the computer, and his mother spending a lot of extra time in his room. the possibilities were tantalizing but they went nowhere. foreshadowing without payoff is a bit of a cheat.

HOWEVER...... don't lose sight of the main fact:
this story is AMAZING. it's well plotted and carries on at a steady pace. decent characters, and motivations. the fact chris just constantly digs his own grave is well done.

i know it may be intimidating, but let me add to the chorus of folks who are hoping at some point you'll do an update/continuation/full on part 2.

THANK YOU for a nice evening's entertainment.

J.

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Re: Slow Burn (Repost)
« Reply #131 on: October 20, 2020, 03:08:00 PM »
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

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Re: Slow Burn (Repost)
« Reply #132 on: October 20, 2020, 06:50:18 PM »
babyamylee, I am sorry to see this story end.  This has been a fantastic ride.  Chrissie has had his fate sealed and there is no way out.  Congratulations on being a GREAT writer. 

 

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