Slow Burn (Repost)

[babyamylee]

"Chrissie Amy, a middle name after his Mama" his sister added, grinning.

He bravely shot her a glance, behind his mothers back, and she gave a stern face which broke any sense of spirit.

Anna spoke.

"This family has never been closer. I get a friend to talk to every night, girl talk. We've been enjoying it so much that you no longer have a bed time, because I just cant let you go Amy! So I'm doing away with your bedtimes okay? You are too mature for them.

And we have a little boy with a strict early 8pm bedtime who is sweet, cute, docile, kind and obedient to both of us. And it works so well! No more fighting, pranks, no more backchat. It's heaven!"

The happiness that emanated from her was intense, and she had not been happy for a long time as a single mother with two mischievous kids.

"About his bedtime" Amy interjected. He's been tired lately. I think as well as a nap we should send him up a 7." Oh joy.

 "Girls should always be in charge. Girl power eh Amy?" She said cheerfully.

"Girl power Mummy!" Amy said, bowled over by her Mothers happiness.
She looked over at her awkward brother, expectantly.

"G-girl power."

"Girls were just born to lead weren't they Amy?"

She looked excited at this revelation. "What?"

"Look around you. Everything is so much better.  Its confirmed my long held belief which wasn't harmed when your dad left. Girls are better."

She looked over at Chris with an amused look on her face.

"Don't worry about him. He's being looked after, cared for. Do you feel equal to him? He's a lovely little boy and all it took was to put you in charge. Hes clearly happy with you in control and being childish and so are you!"

"Mum that's...awesome! I never thought of it this way! We are better! Don't you think so chrissie?"

His ego was falling apart.

"Yes...Mama...you are right..."

"See?" his mother said. "Before all this he would never have behaved himself like he does now. He was heartless, now look at him. He's a little dream. I have never been so proud!"

Amy was delighted. "I'll make sure he believes it! Girls are better!"

He groaned. Some of these things could not be easily reversed in any version of the future he could see.

"Okay chrissie, upstairs you pop! Would you come too, Mummy?"

She smiled and nodded. This was not good news, this was not more cartoons or doll houses.

They stopped at the top of the stairs, he was fidgeting.

"Need the potty little one?" His sister said. There was no longer any sarcasm, this was not a game.

"Y-yes." he replied, truthfully. He walked in and Amy followed him in.
He looked pleadingly.

"I think the way you have been behaving means we really should keep an eye on you whenever we can honey. It's not your fault you are little, but from now on you should ask permission from a grown up to go potty and we'll make sure you don't make a mess okay? Gonna start locking the door and keeping the keys."

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee,  What is "Chrissie" going to do.  Girl power is being emulated by both his mummy and his mama.  And now he has a 7pm bedtime and has to ask to use the potty.  He is really being regressed to a younger age.  Let the saga continue so we can read what happens next.  Thank you for writing this fantastic story.
 :P

[miley]

babyamylee... what a wonderful story. this checks so many boxes for me. thank you! really looking forward to your next installment.   :) *hugs*

[babyamylee]

He gave a pleading face, his mother was outside, so he could at least voice his concerns.

"Noooo please! I wont be able to go!"

"We could always put you in a nappy if you have trouble..." she warned. He started to pull his skirts down.

"Uh-uh-uh. No need. You sit to pee now. Okay?"

He blushed crimson. At least, he reasoned, she wouldn't see anything.

He pulled his knickers down and sat like the sissy he was. She held his hand, and he tinkled. Why did all this have to feel so confusing? She was nice to him now, and kind, and gentle. He couldn't feel the hatred he wanted to feel. Ugh!

When ready he was led back out, and Amy explained the toilet situation, which his mother naturally agreed to.

"Okay!" Amy said with some significant excitement, clapping her hands together and chirping childishly. "Is my little boy ready to see what I've been working on? Is he? Is he?"

She looked his way, he was so nervous he could not pretend to be joyful.

"Come on!" She grabbed his hand and led him to his room. The door had a pink plaque on it. 'Chrissie Amy's Nursery.' It seems the name was not cooked up this morning after all. Nursery? Just how young was he? He also noticed the door knob had been replaced with a pink jewelled crystalline and gold one.

"What do you think love?" His mother asked, excitedly.

He was blushing, his heart pounding with nervousness.

"I...love it very much Mummy.."

"I just knew you would" Amy said. "But that's not all honey!"

Amy swung the door open and pushed him gently in, causing him to mince awkwardly into the centre before looking around. Oh no.

His posters had all been replaced by Princesses and Ponies and girls things. He even had wall stickers. He had a large pink rug in the centre, with a heart motif. He had stuffed dolls all over his bed, which had new Disney princess sheets. He had girls books on his shelf and the toy box filled with her old toys. The sanctity of his room had been defiled. She had not gone too far, but it was far enough. He went weak at the knees, his mother and sister looking on at him. Amy took his hand to his set of drawers. All his clothes were gone, replaced with his new underwear, and socks, and nightclothes. She went into his wardrobe, the same story. Dresses, skirts, the works.

"Don't worry...you'll get all your boys stuff back if you want them when we're done!"

If you want them? If you WANT THEM?

He started to weep, dropping to his knees, holding his doll.

"What's wrong kitten?" His mother looked on, concerned. Didn't he want this?

"Don't worry Mum!" Amy piped up. "He's just a bit weaker now, he's crying with joy!"

She bought it. How could she buy that?

"Is that true, sissy chrissie? Are you crying with joy?"

Oh..that's how she could buy it. He nodded dutifully.

He was led downstairs for a "normal" evening of feeding and cartoons. It started to get a little late. He checked his watch. It had an alarm on it. He could get a few hours sleep in, so he wasn't so tired tomorrow, and play some football late night again.

It was 650pm. No sign of his mother or sister. They were still chatting happily. 655pm. 7pm. 710pm. They had forgotten. But the more sleep he got in the more FIFA he could play. And would she be mad if he didn't say something? He couldn't believe what he was about to do.

He walked into the kitchen where they were both sat, chatting.

"M-Mama....." He said, to his guardian, for this was her job and he knew who was in charge now.

She looked at him, curious. What did he want? He wasn't asking for things right now. Potty? He'd been 30 mins ago...

"Yes kitten?"

He cringed. "its....its...past my bedtime...."

Both mother and daughter grinned broadly. What a good boy. What a changed boy. So obedient. So soft. If only they knew.

"Oh darling! I'm so sorry! Here. Let me take you up!"

He was taken to his new nursery and dressed in a nightie with wonder woman motif, being put to bed.

She kissed his forehead as he held his doll tight.

"I don't know what that was about, but I want you to know, I love you so much right now. You may be my brother underneath all this but I can't see it. You're my little boy and I will never forget this." She kissed his lips and bade him night night. He felt warmth towards her again, the hatred he wanted just was not there.

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee, I don't know how you do it; but, you always seem to bring out sissy in "Chrissie."  Now "Chrissie" has a proper girl's room.  He also has a new bedtime, 7pm.  He is so obedient, that when Amy loses track of time and his bedtime is missed, he reminds her of it.  Such an obedient sissy.  Another GREAT chapter.
 ;)

[babyamylee]

He went to his hiding place, and yes, the wire was still there. She hadn't checked under the wardrobe at the back. He set his alarm for 1230. Five hours sleep, followed by some nice hours playing, and then his usual sister waking him up at around 9 meant he could get a good few hours in.

He was woken by the buzzing of his pony watch, and he crept in his little nightie to his computer. His room was adorned with pink things, even his lamp shade, but he was a boy right now.

"Where have you been Chris?"

"Just a bit busy during the day don't worry I'll still kick your arses tonight!" He said. If only they could see how ridiculous it was for him to say all these things while he looked like this.

Once again, he was out of sorts. Once again, he was last place. It was very demeaning, and he suffered much mockery, but he did not care.
He got to be a boy again. It felt a little hollow right now, he enjoyed it less than he used to. But it was about time he rebelled!

He crept into bed. Today he would have enough sleep! But first, he stroked again, to thoughts of his Goddess Natalie, feeling increased shame as he did so, dressed as he was. Again, he crept into the toilet to finish and crept mouselike into bed, instantly locating his dolly and hugging her tight.

He woke up, to a foreign sight. Where was he? All these girly posters...oh no. The covers were gleefully ripped off him. The shameful bath followed. The feminization. Dressed as he was in a silk petticoated skirt, white with pink and baby blue highlights and a matching pink vest. His makeup made to match, she got more elaborate every day and he got further and further from the idea that she would get bored eventually.

She relished taking charge, and from the way she spoke to him, no longer respected him the same way. There was a fondness, and a warmth, but she treated him like the child he was.

Down for breakfast, he made the usual pantomimed greeting and asked his Mummy if he could have permission to make her breakfast.

Amy interjected. "I do love it when you curtsy to girls. You should do it every time you see one fresh. Cause we're better? Okay honey?

She didn't wait for an answer, his mother was next.

"Honey, after yesterday, I don't think you should make my breakfast. You spilled everything yesterday. It's not your fault, we're just discovering how little you are now, I don't blame you honey."

How little he was? He spilled some milk. Did she never do that?

As his sister walked him upstairs she realised just how routine this was all becoming. She did not need to threaten or admonish him. She could lead him around and be soft and sweet to him and he would not play up. When he cried, she just needed to show him Mama was there for him. When he whined, she just put her foot down. When he was good, she was super nice. It was all falling into place.

She sat him down to play with the dolls and he didn't complain. Was he enjoying that? Would she be able to tell if he was hating it? She could tell the Winx cartoon was engaging him.

After the third episode concluded she went out the room, then came back in holding some clothing, and clasped her hand together.

"Okay chrissie!  I've got something special today!"

She had something special every day it seemed. She held out the garment. His Rapunzel trunks.

It was not long before he was stood there in front of her wearing nothing but the trunks again.

"Oops, I forgot something".

Of course, he thought, the jewellery. But he was wrong. She brought out some swimming armbands. Childish pink ones of course. They fit over his weedy arms and he was led outside, to his worry, where a paddling pool had been set up with some of his bath toys.

After a while, it was time for her practice. Chrissie was not informed of that, he didn't need to know about his Mama being punished. As far as he was concerned, she was beyond reproach.

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee, That was a great chapter.  Poor Chrissie is slowly beginning to not mind what his "mama" is doing to him.  He will soon be so compliant that his "mama" won't even have to do anything.  Chrissie will just do it.  I am wondering about Amy's dance practice.  Is Chrissie going to join her.  Enquiring minds want to know.
 :P