Slow Burn (Repost)

[babyamylee]

He was about to interject nervously but it was at this point Amy walked through.

"Oh my god sis you are doing the best job!" Natalie said.

Natalie and Amy were very close friends, although so was he and Natalie. Why was she taking sides? Sure, Natalie and Amy were both in their years athletics teams and shared a lot of time together but, he was close too.

"Oh Nat I am not even started! Maybe next time I have to go practice you can babysit him? Would you like that christopher? Mistress Natalie looking after you?"

Natalie made a shocked gasp with a grin, this was all very enjoyable for her too.

It was of course, a loaded question. His answer did not matter, but if he said no, she would use that to make it seem like he didn't  like Natalie, and maybe even cost him another day. If he said yes, well, he was admitting he wanted to be babysat by Natalie.

"Y-yes Mama..."

Natalie burst out laughing and was in tears.

"Mama! Oh Mama. This just gets better and better!"

"Yes that was my idea too. Just so we all know whose in charge. You can be in charge of him too. He's got Mummy, Mama and Mistress. The three Ms. And if he misbehaves too bad you can tell your brother. Or just add days."

Her brother was in his class, but like many boys these days, lazily sat at his computer all day while girls outperformed in both school and sports. Natalie was a hunk. He was a wimp. This was becoming more and more normal. Her brother wouldn't venture into the garden to see him by accident, so this threat could be carried out by Natalie but he would be safe if he behaved.

It hurt to put Natalie in charge too. He fantasised daily, normally, of being her boyfriend, rescuing her from bullies and sweeping her off her feet, as tall as she was. Right now she would never look at him the same ever again.

"Do you hear that little christopher? I'm Mistress. Wont that be fun!? Well I have to go. Girl stuff. Girls are so much better than boys don't you think? Bye!"

What did that mean? Whatever. He had to focus on getting inside the house, and started mincing to the door, his sister followed.

"Come on little christopher, upstairs". She patted his little bottom. She led him into her bedroom, the source of much of his torment.

She let him stand there as she surveyed the scene, enjoying the moment as most she could. "Today you're gonna be my playmate!"

[babyamylee]

I can't believe all I posted today was only half the chapter I did in one post. No wonder Betty warned me!

[Baby Mac]

It's all worth it.

[babyamylee]

It's all worth it.

Thanks. Its hard to post these cause i dont have the strongest confidence no more so all the encouragement is worth it. Glad i was made to continue. I know it at least makes someone proud and Im glad lots of sissies enjoy the stories. I have a few more on the go but it will be a long time before i finish. One of them was set up very different but ended up very much like this, need to rewrite a lot of it.

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee, You don't worry about your confidence.  You are doing a fantastic job with this story.  I love how Christopher is being treated by Amy.  You continue with this story with all of your confidence intact.  Can't wait for the next chapter. 8)

[babyamylee]

He noticed she had brought a box from the attic and placed it next to her dolls house. It was full of her old toys. He figured she was too old to be playing like this, but she was a girly girl and seemed to still like her dolls as ornaments and comforters.

"Okay go into your room and neatly fold up your clothes on your bed! Then come back in here right away! And don't dawdle!" He didn't have to be told twice. The outfit was embarrassing enough.

He was walking daintily even when she wasn't watching, he didn't realise.

He came in, naked, blushing. This should have been easier by now but it wasn't. His body was muscle free, hairless, thin and weedy for a boy, perfect for what his sister wanted.

"Just got to find the perfect outfit. Always wished we could play together when I was growing up. Now you can be the perfect playmate. Hmmm...here!"

She came out holding a pink dress, one she had not worn for quite some time. Her mother bought it for a wedding but even Amy had limits. It was poofy, white petticoated, with a sash belt tied in a bow and frills around the edges, with big poofy shoulders. She hung it up.

"Hmm. Tights or no? Got to get the knickers right too..."

She took great care in choosing undergarments he would take great care never to show anyone.

She chose some frilly white cotton knickers with a bow and pink lace around the legs and waist and some white knee socks.

Stepping into them it struck him how comfortable they were, not for the first time he noticed how much softer and tighter and more fitting knickers were for him. No baggy ill fitting underwear for him. Just soft, nice fabrics that felt fresh. He would never admit it to anyone of course, he was too stubborn, and it was all so unfair and he was just too ashamed.

Next the soft knee socks, white and with a subtle diamond pattern sewn in.Then the dress was pulled over him, and buttoned at the back. He would clearly need help to take it off. It came down to his knees and seemed to stick out to an impossible angle. He stood there feeling so ashamed at how girly he had become. The outfit was again comfortable, and he was at least covered. Everything seemed to fit perfectly, and after a couple of days of wearing nothing but swimming trunks he was at least covered in soft, well fitted clothing, albeit with his bottom half open and exposed in a skirt. He could not ignore just how emasculated and weak he was right now and stood there nervously.

He was even given matching mary jane shoes, so this was the first time in three days he had been fully dressed. His masculinity was ebbing away and the threat of flashes of his underwear worried him. Surely the teasing would be too much.

"Where's your dolly hmm? Go get her, you should carry her more!"

[babyamylee]

He toddled off to his room to retrieve her. He found that in his new heeled shoes he had to be extra careful, which he resented. The draught blew up his skirts right to his knickers, which reminded him that girls have to be more careful with their outfits as one mistake would show the world their underwear. Thankfully he was indoors with his Mama, he pondered. His sister, what was he thinking? His sister.

"So cute, it's extra cute knowing how awkward boys are with femininity. must be feeling so weak and fragile and the only thing you've got for comfort is your dolly! Tell Mama how you feel. Be honest christopher."

"Honestly? This is hell! Boys grow up thinking girls are the devil in lace! I can't handle all this! I'm all over the place! Can't you do anything?"

"I can. I can do anything. But I adore you this way, and so does your Mummy. Before I took charge you were lazy, dirty, sad, withdrawn, addicted to games, and boring.  Now you are pretty, clean, useful, helpful, sweet, sensitive about everything and everyone and so so cute! This is my dream! I used to fantasise about giving you a makeover. And I always wanted you to  play with me, but you never would."

"You could have played with me! You never asked!"

"What? Play football games all day? I'm a girly girl. I liked fashion, and dolls, crafts, dancing, and being constructive. When I asked you to play with me you always said no and your games are so unwelcoming to girls. I've heard your friends and what they say about girls. Now I can make sure you play whenever I want, however I want. My little baby sister. Isn't that cool? Now. Go put Ariel The Little Mermaid on right away!"

He moved to get up but she interjected. "Uh-uh-uh. Just as you are so keen to tell me when you refuse to do something, you will tell me when you obey. Now what do we say?"

"Yes Mama."

He was over a barrel. He couldn't afford more days and weeks to this torture, he hadn't even reached half of week one.

She grabbed a number of dolls and went into the box she had obtained from the attic and brought out a tea set, carefully positioning them around her floor.

She took her camera and set it to a timer, taking a picture of both of them pouring teapots for the delight of their audience.

"Now, I'm showing you all this so when I tell you to play tea set you wont have to ask me how. Ask Rapunzel if she wants some tea."

He cringed. Getting ordered about all day was taking its toll on his ego.
"Yes Mama."
He mumbled the words halfheartedly. "Rapunzel do you want some tea?"

"That's another two days! We're approaching 9 weeks! You have to listen to how I say it."

She mouthed the request with a high level of theatrics and a sweet over the top girlish voice.