Slow Burn (Repost)

[babyamylee]

Natalie, no doubt obviously, looked like an amazon goddess. Never as feminine as he now undoubtedly was, nevertheless she seemed to be dressing the part now. Wearing some tiny football shorts and a top, with sweat socks and training shoes, she was ready for her workout.

She pretty much grabbed him from his sister, without saying a word, and with a confident look on her face, ready to dominate the boy.
After waving "bye bye" to his Mama, to his utter shame, he was left with Natalie.

She complimented him on his play dress, and fussed over it, and then set him to work on her room, which he did with a passionate obedience. His heart was pounding. She was magnificent. She worked out, of course, in her football kit, a more masculine item of clothing than he had worn all week although clearly a women's fit. He was mesmerised.

While patting herself down, her muscles glistening, she once again began to educate him into her politics. His new world.
"You know, girls are more suited to sports" she went on, with no hint of joke or aggression.

"Don't you think my body is perfect for sports?" she said, with a gleam in her eyes, posing with her biceps. Yes, she very much was.
He stammered. "Y-yes M-Mistress N...N.."

She giggled heartily.

"Oh my sweet boy. How could I have not seen how cute you are all this time!"

His heart pounded again, his privates stiffened, he felt like jelly.

"Boys get aggressive and angry during sports. They can't handle it. Girls are just better honey. It's okay. It's better this way. In the future, sports will be for girls only, and boys will be sometimes be allowed to watch, so long as they can behave. How do you feel about that?"

She asked with her looking more beautiful than ever, twisting and posing. He would say anything she wanted him to say.

"It...s-seems right M-Mistress...."

"Good! Because I've been going through my old clothes for things suitable for you to give to your Mama and I came across JUST the thing!"

She went into a bag she had packed, just for him, and pulled out an old cheerleading costume. It had a skirt, tight top, knickers, tights, and running shoes. He was so nervous as she dressed him, making patronising comments about his small, stiff member and feeling his legs and arms and comparing them unfavourably to hers.

At no point was she hurtful or mean, so all of this was wearing him down. He wished he could fight all this, but Natalie? Not a chance.
She indeed was his better.

He was taught all manner of cheering and supporting, and she tested him in front of her videos of her school matches. He wanted to impress her so badly he got caught up in it all. There were no limits for Natalie, she was glorious to him. A goddess.

Once again, she held him and they danced together, she taking the dominant role, him the passive, and once again, when time was up, he was crestfallen.

Bedtime, he knew, was at least a chance for him to escape his troubles and feel like a boy again. As much of a boy he could in tiny, frilly, cotton baby pink shorts and matching top over his Alice in Wonderland underwear could be.

He was put into his soft bed and instinctively took close hold of his doll. Amy sat next to him, stroking his hair, telling him how happy she was. She was teary eyed, He looked deeply into those eyes, feeling a little soft. He still pitied her for how he had acted, and he was very comfortable. His thick eyelashes dropped.

He woke up just in time for his last night computer games.

"Hey, what are we doing tonight?"

"Seriously chris, you're grounded and we all were playing the real stuff all day!  You were playing like a girl last time!"

He cringed. Girls are, according to his Mistress Natalie, superior, and he was confused as to his feelings, he wouldn't let this lie.

"Don't disrespect girls, they are awesome. You shouldn't talk about them like that! We'd all be better off being more like they are in some ways!" he blurted out.

They all started joking about him, before all agreeing today they would be playing in teams of two. Whilst the conversation steered towards who would pair with who, to his dismay they were all avoiding him, the former champ. To the end, they started arguing over who had to have him in their team. This was an embarrassing far cry from the champion status he previously had.

After a while they just decided to have two teams of 6. Predictably, he was picked last, reluctantly, and stuck in goal, as they were secretly hoping they could mitigate his lack of skill by keeping the ball away.
Just before start, the chat went quiet, and then, after half a minute, went back up. They had a five minute match, and then, after a 0-0 draw, inexplicably decided to call it a day. Everyone was tired, dramatically so, and decided to hit the hay. A little frustrating.

Of course, what he didn't know was, they had agreed to log back in after he'd gone due to his outburst and uselessness at the game.
He'd been frozen out.

He crawled into bed, dejected, and immediately thought of Natalie. He opened his legs and rubbed his little privates, thinking of her strength, her dominance, and her beauty, and discharged into the tissues, hiding the shame into a bag and hiding it deep in his waste bin.

In the afterglow he'd never felt so alive, like he was Natalie's little girl serving her. He minced into bed, and held his doll whispering "night night" in a soft feminine tone. They were winning the battle.

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee, that was another great chapter.  Thanks for being a great writer.

[babyamylee]

He of course, was awoken rather than woke, his doting sister finding as much joy in this moment as any other.

"Hello Miss Fussy Panties!"

Oh gosh, he thought, that was the most emasculating thing she could have greeted him with.

"We have a big day little Miss chrissie." She gently slapped his legs.

"Upsy daisy!" He mumbled and got up. Would it be worth arguing at this point not to talk down to him? Look at him.

After his bath he was dressed in a very short pale blue Alice style play dress and white panties. After red lipstick (which proved kissable enough for his sister not to be able to stop kissing him with) she started brushing his hair. It was unkempt when she started and she had deliberately allowed it to grow out. It was now level with his chin.
He was used to having his hair fussed over but she was taking extra care, enjoying watching him fuss as she brushed tightly, and then he knew what she was up to.

She started to style two pigtails at each side of his head, fixing them with bobbles that had round pink beads and hair clips that were pink and had butterflies on. She thinned and shaped his eyebrows again. Oh gosh, this was too much. He looked like the perfect little girl.

He was sent off to Natalie's early today. She was very appreciative of "Little Miss Chrissie" and his pigtails. He was just glad her brother stayed out of the way. Natalie did tell him she couldn't guarantee her mother wouldn't one day see him, but of course, she would protect him. His Mistress, his protector, his amazonian hunk.

He skipped home holding her hand as he was led back.

They walked into the living room. A large children's play mat was sprawled over the floor. He knew who that was for.

Natalie made an "ooh" face, delighted, and led him to sit down on it, in front of assembled dolls and play blocks, which were new and seemed wholly more childish than even he was used to.

He noticed the three women controlling his life sat around him on the couches and chair, circling him, looking his way. He started to worry. This was another "phase".

Amy spoke. Of course she did. The youngest in the room was the one who had the most power over him.

"Chrissie. We're all very happy with how you have been behaving. But in certain ways you are...not as easy to control. We don't blame you, because you are just a child but...I think I want you to be more than playing as one. I want you to feel like one. To live properly as one in every way and feel like it. So...we got you a few presents today..."

She gave him a small box with a bow wrapped around it. He gingerly opened it with his red nail polished hands, removing the top. Inside was a baby's dummy.

Did they really want him to suc-k on this? He looked around, faces full of expectation. He noticed his Mummy. All of a sudden he remembered the bet. He still had to pretend he loved it or it was six months.

She mouthed "go on" silently, as if to encourage the boy that it was okay to indulge his desire. In reality, he was so ashamed. He popped it in. A baby pink dummy with a strap that Amy attached to his dress. How long would he be expected to suc-k this?

Next up Amy came over, as well as Natalie, enveloping him, rocking him, and then gently pushed him onto his back. He lay there submissively, weak and defeated. His knickers were pulled down, and he started to panic, until Natalie shushed him and kissed his cheek softly, smiling, before going back to what used to be his privates.

He couldn't see what was going on with his skirts hitched up. He could hear a box being opened and emptied, and giggling, as he lay there, his knickers down to his ankles, exposed to everyone.

Next he could feel his tiny privates being touched. He was so ashamed but the thought of Natalie turned him stiff. Was it her hands, or his Mamas? He heard a loud giggle, and suc-ked on the dummy all the more, tears welling up. This was a nightmare. His Mother walked out and came back in holding a bag of frozen peas, and he felt it on his hairless privates, shrinking.

Next, he could feel something plastic being placed behind his sack,circling it. A piece went over the top, creating a circle. What were they doing??

Then they placed a plastic tube over his flaccid, small, willy and he could hear it slide into some pieces attached to the ring. And then they locked it all into place. A small padlock clicked. He had no concept of what this was. He just knew his privates were completely covered in this plastic device.

When they pulled up his knickers over the device they both sat back on the couch, and he immediately put his hands to it, feeling this strange item. The ladies all had a drink, and he had a plastic sippy cup of milk put next to him. They were regressing him even more.

What was the device? Was it for show? Was it decorative? He hadn't seen it yet but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Natalie noticed his discomfort.

"Don't worry" she said, apologetically. "You'll get used to it. It's what you really need, believe me."

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee, Another great chapter with a surprise for Chrissie.

[babyamylee]

It was time for his nap, and he yawned. Amy noticed.

"Oh! it's time for your nap! And the biggest surprise. Come on, Natalie you too!" He took his dummy out. "No, leave that in! you have to get used to it!" she pleaded.

He had to get used to it? Why? Why??

He was walked upstairs,  but not led to his room. Instead, he was taken by the hand to his sister's room. Not that it was new for him to take his nap in there, but what he saw horrified him.

Inside in the corner was an oversized child's crib. He looked at Amy, and her satisfied face. He looked at Natalie, and her confident, knowing grin.

He spat out his dummy, which was caught by the strap and dangled comically on his Alice dress.

"N-no! N-no! I w-wont! N-nooo!" he cried.

"Chrissie!" Amy said, firmly, as if to remind him his obligations.

"N-no!" He said, trying to pull away and walk out. This was a step too far.

"Yes you will, little Miss. Mistress Natalie? Would you like to punish or should I?"

His Mistress pulled him to a chair and put him easily over her knee, despite his struggles. Then she pulled up his dress, and down his knickers, and spanked hard enough to elicit real tears almost right away.

She had a smile and bit her lip. Exercising her power was very satisfying to her. She stroked the bottom, then spanked. It seemed to go on forever, but was only 20 spanks.

He was stood, in a little girls dress, and pigtails, blubbing his eyes out. How could she? How could his precious Natalie do that?

She took him by the hand, sympathetically, and reassured him, stroking his cheek.

"Everything's going to be okay, chrissie. Don't worry about anything, just let things happen sweet heart. Stop worrying about the old you and accept this and it will be easier" and she kissed his cheek, before popping his dummy back in.

The tears stopped, and he was led over to the oversized pink crib. It had his new covers on it, and was surrounded by dolls. It was very soft. Unlike other cribs, it had a top. He was stripped naked and put in his Minnie Mouse nightgown and matching knickers before climbing in.
Both girls kissed his lips softly.

The side bars were lifted and locked, and the lid came down and locked. He was imprisoned. His sister came over.

"You're only staying in my room for a few days. I promise. It's just until you get used to it okay?"

He spluttered, lisping through his dummy.

"b-But this is a new bed....This will still all go back to normal?"

He was panicking now.

She giggled. Her older brother, a simpering, crying little girl, with pretty clothes and pigtails, earrings, makeup and a doll. Go back? Not if she could help it.

"Of course it will. Don't worry. It's just a little bed. If you need potty cry and I'll wake and let you out okay?"

He couldn't believe it. This was not right.

He lisped. "Yes Mama". He was tired. The routine was making his body expect a dose of sleep. They both said bye bye and drew the curtains, walking out quietly, closing the door and leaving him in midday darkness.

He sat back dejected and tired. He had to know how enclosed he was. He spat out the dummy. He pushed against the top with all his strength. Nothing. He shook the bars, nothing. He played with the latch, it was locked. He threw a children's tantrum stomping his feet and crying, but the crib held. It was a baby pink prison and he wasn't moving.

He soon dropped off to sleep, ineffectual tantrum over.

He woke up, and the dummy was in his mouth. Someone must have been in to pop it in his mouth.

Amy and Natalie were sat down quietly surfing the web together. It was Natalie who noticed him first, nudging Amy with a beaming smile.

"Oh wakey wakey buttercup!" She said, with all the warmth and patronisation he had begun to expect.

He blushed at the two girls, suc-king the dummy nervously.

"Mama, please let me out now". He lisped cutely. He was in no mood to fight.

"Oh you can wait there missy. We're just doing some shopping for you. Isn't it exciting? All the dollies are very new, so you can find lots of fun with them, you can play while you wait! Wont that be fun?"

He didn't remember the point when sentences like these were no longer teases but serious proclamations from a mother to her little child. He suc-ked away and fidgeted with his new dolls, examining them and trying to get any joy from the silly girls toys.

Natalie came over after about 25 minutes. Finally! He was being let out!

She smiled that Goddess smile. Oh gosh, he thought.

"Here you go sweetheart. I can see you are enjoying yourself!" She passed him a bag, stroking his soft hand, and went back to the computer. Inside the silk bag were some spare clothes and brushes for the dolls. He groaned, and started brushing the hair and having a fashion show like the perfect little girl he was fast becoming.

After another 40 minutes of playing dollies in his delicates, he needed the toilet badly.

"Excuse me..." he lisped through his dummy. "Excuse me..." softly and with embarrassment, he caught their attention. Both "grown ups" turned to look at the pathetic boy.

"I need the toilet..."

Natalie looked at Amy and giggled.

"Is that how sissies ask now hmm?" Amy said.

He sighed. he was fidgeting now, needing a pee.

"P-pwease wet sissy go potty Mama".

Natalie piped up. "That's better sweetheart. Here. I'll take you."

He cringed. Not Natalie. How could he go?

He could not wait. Natalie walked over to him, and let him out. The nerves were immense.

Holding his hand and leading him into the bathroom, she then pulled up his skirts and pulled down his knickers.

"Okay sweetness, sit down."

He was confused. What about the strange device on him. He still wasn't sure what it was for.

"But...wont you take this...thing off?"

"There's a hole in it, don't worry, we don't have to remove that except to clean it. Your precious little button is all safe."

Was that what it was for? Safety and protection? With that he sat down, he would not be able to stand to pee even if he wanted to with this thing on.

"Yes, my little sweet button. That's all you have, and that's all you need." She could hardly be more emasculating calling him button after his very small privates. He was finding it easier to go even with his hand held. Things all become normalised after a while, he though, glumly.

[Sissy Little Girl]

babyamylee, that was a fantastic chapter.  Chrissie is getting the full baby treatment.  Can't wait for your next chapter.

[babyamylee]

While she was distracted he grabbed a handful of tissues, he was going to make sure to touch tonight, he had been with Natalie all day, he would no doubt think of her when he had a minute. He stuck them in his knickers hoping she would not notice. She did not.

"Finished chrissie? Okay button let's go."

He was led in to his sisters bedroom and dressed back in his Alice dress and sat in front of the TV. "Here you go, sissy button!" Oh gosh, Amy must have heard his infantile nickname.

Sofia the First was put on. At least he was familiar with it, he missed the TV, so the TV he got to watch was better than nothing. He would never admit this, but by now he enjoyed it as he was familiar with the kind lead character, and, he sat there peacefully, suc-king his dummy, holding his dolly, brushing his skirts and appearing as the perfect little girl.

Amy looked at the corner of her eye. This was going so well. She would have her perfect sissy for life. She respected him less than ever, but loved him more than ever. Which is why it was sad she would have to do what she needed to next: He was going to have to lose the bet over his Mother finding out he wanted out. Maybe she would make it a year if he failed first....

At bedtime, he was led into his sisters room and put in his crib. He waited for the tell tale signs of his Mama, sister settling down with his Mummy and laid back. He thought of Natalie, he thought of her power. His fantasies had shifted, now she was in charge, her muscular toned athletic physique would take charge and protect his weak soft self. He was in his happy place. He did not consider why his fantasies had shifted, as far as he was concerned, this was the place they could not reach him.

His button started to twitch, but then the reality hit him. He filled out the device, and it did not expand. He could not get hard. He tried to shift the device to no avail. He tried to pull it off, and it hurt to. It was locked around his balls solidly and the padlock prevented him from removing the tube. There was no getting around it, he could not remove this thing and could not get hard while he did. Tears welled up and he started to suc-k the dummy frustratedly.

He rubbed through his knickers and the device, but to no avail, nothing was happening. This was no doubt the next step of his sissyhood. He would no doubt stay in this for the duration. Oh gosh. He would actually have a child's life and that included his own privates. Children were too young to understand what they were for.  He cried himself to sleep, holding Rapunzel for comfort

He woke to his sisters voice singing his name, or at least his new name. He opened his eyes to baby pink bars, and panicked, where was he? Tears welled up again. She shushed him, recognising his confusion. His dummy was out again, and she tutted, pushing it back in. He would learn, she pondered.

The first thing he did was complain about his new device -  he learned it's name, a chastity belt. Amy did not take kindly to these complaints, and promised him a spanking later. She took it off, to his relief, for bath time, and she noticed whenever she brushed past his button he would shudder  and go docile. He would close his eyes and stop what he was doing momentarily, saying nothing. When it came to clean it he delightfully felt like putty in her hands. She would remember this for future reference.

When she let it go he gave a sigh. His chastity was replaced.

It was a hot day so he was once again dressed in the Rapunzel swimming costume, She noticed the chastity would be easy to see through the trunks and the lock made a light clicking noise, which gave her an idea. Beckoning him over, she attached the bell previously around his anklet to the padlock. Now whenever he walked his dainty walk or so much as made a move his emasculated private part made a jingling.

He was starting to miss the boyish pursuits in his life and knew he was supplementing them with little girls things, and it made him ever so worried that this was becoming the new normal. He could not admit his feelings but he enjoyed his cartoons and his toys not to mention the attention he received from Natalie.

He noticed that his Mother was spending a lot of time upstairs, and he was suspiciously not allowed in his room, which was a constant source of anxiety.

He worked out as the days went on that if he stopped worrying about his uber girlish appearance and what he was doing, he would feel better. So he started to concentrate on the world that had been created for him and let go on what had been left behind, just for the time being. Then he would pass his sisters mirror and look at the state of him and regress back to his sadness at losing his boyishness.

Stood as he was in a now very feminine gait, with fuzzy pink bobbles holding his blond pigtails, his heavily made up pink lips, his heavy mascara, his pencil eyebrows and now pink heart earrings. He had tiny Rapunzel trunks and this time a matching purple flat tiny bra covering breasts he did not have. He fondled clothing and chastity with his long, pink nails. He was the biggest sissy imaginable and could no longer deny it was inside as well as out.

Still, he would have his football when his "sleepovers" were done. And when this was all over, he'd find his masculinity again, he thought, as tears welled up. They were too easy coming now, he thought, as he pressed his doll to his chest.

After his nap he woke with an aching need to go the toilet. He wasn't going anywhere without his sister, which reminded him of his newfound neediness. He called her over, softly. She did not wake. He started to get teary and wailed over, fighting back the tears at his shameful situation, and sure enough, she woke and walked over to him.

"You don't have to be scared of crying, baby. It will get what you want quicker."

This was another attempt by her to regress him further, he thought. But then he reasoned, if it did get him what he wanted, he might as well start crying and let the tears flow for attention.

"I have to go toilet!" he said, bluntly, out of desperation.