Slow Burn (Repost)

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee, you are welcome.  I enjoy your story.  I'm a little gun shy after having another author chew on me for giving recaps of the stories that she wrote.  Suffice it to say that your story is fantastic.

[babyamylee]

His eyes were dropping, during naptime, and, stroking his head, she leaned in for a kiss. This was heaven for both, but hell for him knowing how she now saw him, and he fell asleep looking into her gorgeous eyes.

He woke up to the usual sea of pink, and a soft voice saying "chrissie. wakey wakey" Who was it? Was it Natalie? Ohh, she had left. Sadness.

"Yes Mama".

It hit him that the words Mama were the first to come to mind now. He was no longer looking at Amy, his sister. He groaned inwardly.
Whatever game they were playing, they were winning.

"So Natalie tells me you have been a good little boy for her. I am very proud of you." She said, with a beam.

"In fact, she said she wanted to spend a lot more time with you. Would you like that?"

Was she joking? Of course he would like that!

From behind the pink, plush covers the boy with the yellow nightie, the prissy makeup, and the dollie nodded, blushing.

"You must have liked all the talk about how girls are better than boys. You must have agreed that we are superior..."

She looked at him expectantly. He hesitated. He didn't believe this, but of course, it was a little difficult to navigate all this. Everything seemed a test. Amy continued.

"...because if you didn't, I'd have to tell her you were lying, and she wouldn't want to see you any more.  You might upset her very much You wouldn't want that would you?"

Her tone was patronising, and small. No he would not want that. He shook his head.

"So you think girls are better than boys like she said? Stronger, smarter?"

Anything to see Natalie, he thought, and nodded. He was dressed in his skirt and top from before, his Rapunzel dress hung up in his wardrobe.
 He was longing for some trousers, but knew ultimately, it could be worse. He could be in nothing but his pansy underwear, he concluded, as he brushed his skirts comfortingly.

The afternoon was spent watching more cartoons.

During dinner he was fed mush and a glass of milk. He no longer had the confidence to dominate conversations, he would keep his head down and wait to be spoken to, looking as he did. The balance of power was completely on its head.

Anna spoke up. "Amy. I can't tell you just how good you have been over this past week, I think we can finish your silly little tutu dances now. Your punishment is finished. " Amy squealed with delight, clapping her hands.

He waited for the next sentence with forlorn hope where she finished his punishment. He could not ask, because that would let his Mummy know he wanted it to end. This would be against the bet.
 
The sentence never came.This was so unfair. He was crestfallen. Not only did her punishment finish after a few sessions, his just got worse. His summer bedtimes were 7:00. She no longer had any. Mother and daughter were getting closer in terms of mutual respect, he seemed to be getting more childish by the day. Feeling more childish, being seen as more childish for real. They spent evenings watching mature television and conversing woman to girl. He was being talked down to and only got to watch girlish animations.

"Something wrong chrissie?" Mummy had noticed his gloom. He had to be careful, she wasn't to believe he was in any way resentful.

"No Mummy. I'm just tired is all"

"Oh of course, it is getting closer to your bed time after all!" Every excuse and lie he had to add sealed his fate more, but she was right.

Dinner was at 6. Bedtime 7:00.

Amy piped up.

"Don't worry baby boy we will have you in bed soon enough!" She smiled. This was beyond her wildest dreams, having a little sister she was in charge of, vulnerable, pretty and super girlish. She had dreamt of it for so long and loved him deeply for not completely spoiling it by now.

She got up and walked over to him, smothering him and kissing his cheeks. Girls were so weird, he thought.

He was put into the same lemon nightie as before at naptime with its delicate soft frilled knickers that were at both ways very comfortable on his body and extremely discomforting for his fragile male psyche.

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee, That was another great chapter.  I am enjoying it immensely.

[babyamylee]

She took him up to the bathroom and held his hand as he tinkled, a fresh embarrassment and still hard but getting easier as time went on. Then he was put into his Disney princess sheets.

As he lay in his bed, his sister sat over him. He was getting used to being talked at, patronised. He knew it was a battle to keep himself his old self but it was getting tough.

"I'm sorry for shouting before about your tiny stiffy chrissie." She said, with complete sincerity, his shattered ego just making him feel smaller.
"I know boys are weaker and can't help themselves now, and I know you are truly a little boy who can't help his little stiffy. I get it now. You've always been a little sissy boy struggling with trying to fit in, that explains why you shut yourself away all the time. But don't worry, we'll look after you now."

He should have shouted there and then. Stepped out of bed and just put his foot down  and called an end to this charade once and for all! Instead, looking up at her under his pink Disney covers, after the emotionally tumultuous day and the power imbalance, he started to sob like the child he was fast becoming.

"No...that's not it!" he cried. "I'm not a child! I want to go back to normal! please Mama!"

She shushed him softly until the tears and whining stopped. Her mind was set now. She believed this, it was no game any more. It was best for everyone, including him. She had two months left to ensure he couldn't come back from this. He was only asking to go back because of shame, but he was more suited to being a small sissy child and more happy, she thought.

Seeing his tears and his pleas to his Mama and the way he grasped his dolly unknowingly made her more sure of anything.

"Mama knows best little chrissie. You're my pretty little sissy and I am so proud of you! Now don't you worry about your little stiffy, me and Mummy are talking about how to fix it for you. Little children don't worry about such things so don't you think about it."

With that she kissed him lovingly on his pretty painted lips and left him to his sleep, it was 7:10pm after all.

He set his alarm to get up for some more video games.

Waking at 11, he waited, but they were still talking. His little sister was allowed such leeway it was so unfair!

At around quarter past midnight he crept to the computer and quietly turned it on guiltily. He sat his doll next to him, so he knew where it was for later he told himself. Although in truth he was used to treating her like a person now and the new part of him was showing her the computer.

Putting the headset on he felt more bullish once more, whispering a "hello boys" to his crew of misfit friends. They had worked out he was either in trouble or doing some chore he didn't want to admit to, but they didn't care to push too much.

Once again, he couldn't find the form he used to, as distracted as he was, sat demurely in his pretty nightie and conscious about how the boys would feel if they knew he was a total sissy. But worse than that his heart wasn't in it as much. He was distracted by Mistress Natalie, the Disney movie he had watched, what tomorrow would bring.

He lost every match again. He noticed the banter was a little less enjoyable, noticing just how misogynist the boys could really be. He wanted to correct them but stopped himself, reflecting on the job the females in his life were doing to change him. Normally he would be saying the same things, but could not bring himself to, so went quiet instead. He reflected he would be ready tomorrow to give girls what's for again. Maybe. Mind you, if Natalie was being truthful about girls and boys, they were all being very disrespectful to their betters.

Natalie....his mind focused on her.

After more humiliations going out of the tournament early again, he said good night and got back into bed. He was stiff again, and, rather than stroking, he rubbed through his panties, his legs spread. Once he was close, he once again crept to the bathroom. Disaster! It was locked. Little did he know, his mother and sister had taken the keys so he would have to ask for supervision to use it. With no where to hide any shameful discharge he got into bed and fell into a frustrated sleep, with no pleasure.

He woke up to the usual feeling of his covers being pulled away with some thrill by his sister and the ensuing shameful confusion and realisation of his situation. He had been holding Rapunzel tightly all night and his feminine yellow cotton nightie and panties and golden hair looked so cute to Amy. She bit her lip. This was going so perfectly. And the weaker she made him the better. He had no idea how soft and girlish and childish she wanted him.

A needy, reliant, vulnerable, childish, girlish sissy brother was her goal now. He would be happy, and soft, and useful, and her most cherished dream of having a cute sissy playmate would come true every day. This was bliss.

"Wakey wakey lil princess!"

The awkward moment every morning where he opened his eyes and first felt the evidence, the tell tale signs of his soft frilly clothing, the dolly pressed up to his breast, his bare body enveloped to his knees in a night dress. Extremely comfortable, and extremely shameful. He looked into the eyes of the person who woke him.

"M-mama" he half groaned at being woken up, before again cringing that he called his younger sister that instinctively.

Inwardly she was thrilled at this development.

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee, Another great chapter.  Keep up the good work.

[miley]

Thank you babyamylee!
I am loving your story.

[babyamylee]

"Come on sleepyhead!"

She leaned over and kissed him before lifting him and leading him hand in hand to the bathroom. After another humiliating "potty time" with a hand holding he was put into the bath and handed his toys.

He got to work playing with Ariel and trying to keep his mind off the humiliation and submission he was under, which made it appear all the more that he was loving his life.

As she was cleaning she grabbed his soft, limp, willy and gave it a playful shake, giggling. The sheer emasculation was enough to make him feel one foot tall.

"I...I'm sorry I was nasty about your little stiffy chrissie" she said, with genuine thought, but said in a way that made him cringe all the more.
"But me and your Mummy have come up with a solution, we are just waiting for it..to sort itself. So we wont get mad if you get something you can't control, okay?"

She said things with such genuine warmth he could not hate her like he wanted to. He could not feel the burning resentment he dearly needed to. It still wasn't fair however.

"I...I'm fine, I don't need fixing." He said this with a hint of whining, but with mostly pleading. It didn't matter either way.

"No no, you need to be my perfect little one, and I'm going to make sure nothing gets in the way!" There was a playfulness to everything she said. There was no more shouting or arguing, because she ultimately knew he would have no choice either way.

He was not one to take many baths or pay attention to cleanliness but he had dutifully had a bubble bath every day since he started and ended up smelling very feminine every day.

She dressed him in more cartoonish underclothes, a matching vest and knicker set with Alice in Wonderland motif followed by a "play dress" which seemed much shorter than anything else he had worn. It was a pink, short cord dress which was pretty much level with his privates and had a flower sewn into the breast. It was complimented by a slim, white and pink striped stop, some knee socks and white, one inch heeled mary jane shoes.

All of these outfits were new. He seemed to be getting an overly full wardrobe for a two month stay. After make up and hair he was marched to the landing on the way down to breakfast. But he stopped. He didn't have his dolly.

Why was he caring again? Okay, he knew he was supposed to have it but it wasn't his fault, his Mama wouldn't be mad. But what if she was? Also he didn't want to come all the way up one flight of stairs!

That's what he told himself, but the truth was, in his weak state, she provided comfort to him like a blanket now. He felt naked without his doll somehow. But if he said he had to go get it, how would that look?
She stopped with him and looked puzzled. "What's up little one?"
He mumbled.

"I...don't have my dolly..."

She squealed with pleasure. "Oh yes! of course. Every little sissy needs her dolly!  Don't you think you should ask me for it nicely and sweetly like the sissy I know you are, hmm?"

Again, playful. She did not have to beg, or shout.

He cringed, he couldn't do that. He shook his head.

"Suit yourself!" She said, lightly.

He had to admit to himself, he did like fidgeting with his doll through the boredom, and half way down the stairs, stopped again.

"Mama..." he said, softly, resigned, "may chwissie pwease go fetch his pwetty dolly?"

She smiled wide, clapping.

"Of course you can. Aww don't be ashamed. It's fine! Every little sissy needs a dolly. Let's go get her!"

He cringed, but he did ask for it. He of course wasn't allowed to go get her on his own, he was once again guided back to his room to get the plush Rapunzel doll he had tucked into bed.

Upon entering the kitchen and curtsying, his Mummy, after the usual delight, went into a deep conversation with his Mama Amy about his new "play dress".

It was shameful for him to just stand there as they fondled the dress and pull it up and down, examining the fit.

"This certainly wont get in the way of his playtime will it?" his Mummy said.

No, he thought, because it was tiny and his knickers would permanently be on show.

"We did get a few play dresses didn't we?" she inquired.

"Oh yeah we have enough!" Amy said.

How many was enough? None was enough in his opinion!

The morning went pretty normally, at least as normal as things were now. He was left playing with dolls in front of his sisters TV.  There was no way to hide his knickers, he thought, but he wouldn't trip over his skirts any time soon, he thought. He was comfortable. At least...as comfortable as he could be in icky dresses. More confusion.

Then he was sent to do chores, all of his and his sisters. This did give him a small amount of freedom, which he enjoyed the thought of. He planned how the serial toucher would pleasure himself that night knowing there would be no toilet. He hid some toilet paper under his pillow, which he would soil, then put into a paper bag to dispose of later when he had chance. He put away enough for a good few days, knowing he could replenish.

His mind was on Natalie a lot of the time, the past days had ramped up his opinion of her. He didn't think he could like her any more than he did, but his lust was now mixed with admiration, adoration, reliance. He looked distracted until his sister uttered the words "Time to go see Natalie!"

He immediately perked up, and found it hard to disguise that fact, much to the enjoyment of his guardian.

"Oh he likes that does he? He loves his Mistress does he?"

He couldn't help nodding, and squirming, even though in effect he was wrapped around her finger at this point.