He returned to them, naked. He blushed, his mother hadn't seen much of this. She handed him his Frozen clothing, and he put it on.
He stood there, once again exposed in pretty underwear, and he was sent to watch more Winx cartoons, sat on the floor with his new doll, while the "grown ups" sat in the kitchen talking and giggling.
The story picked up where episode three left off, and he was a little engaged. Times like these were the only chance he had to forget about his predicament and relax, so he made the most of them. He fidgeted with his doll. No different than fidgeting with a remote, he reasoned.
At dinner time, once again, he was fed. and then at bedtime, his mother was the one to take him upstairs for a wash. Then she showed him one of the things she had been out to get, it was a nightie, with Minnie Mouse prominently featured. Of course, there were matching frilly undies.
Amy was there for this reveal, so he gave his best excited look even if this was all becoming too much.
"Ooh! Thank you Mummy! So pwetty!" Her heart melted once again. This was just too good! She was busy working out how she could transfer the new him to the one he would become when finished.
He was dressed in it, and then given the spanking he was owed. He assumed his sister would forget, but no such luck. His bottom, stinging, and him blubbing, he was led to his bed and then both women tucked him in, at 8pm sharp, his new bedtime, with him clutching his dolly.
"Oh honey, I'm so glad you are enjoying this. This is everything to me! This is just the start! I'm so happy!" His mother said, making him cringe. How could he let her down? He loved her dearly. But he would have to eventually. She kissed him very happily and then so did his Mama and they left him in bed.
His mind immediately went to his computer wire. He could wait until they both went up, and then play, quietly. His friends would all still be up, and wouldn't know what he was wearing or what he had been up to.
He was relaxed enough this time, even if stressed. He could get a few hours in.
He waited, hours of agony, looking at his doll with curiosity. Amy was staying up until 10.30-11pm now. His Mother, who knew? He heard her creep up at 12.15, and gave her 20 minutes before creeping to his computer.
"Dude, where have you been?" Was the first thing he heard through his headset. He whispered as softly as he could. "Just been busy, got stuff going on, I'm here now aren't I?"
He fidgeted in his Minnie nightie. No point taking it off.
"We've all been playing for second place without the champ around!"
His ego was flooding back.
He played a few games. It seems his confidence had gone. He was useless. His mind was elsewhere. He was too nervous.
"Dude. What's going on? You are hopeless right now."
"I'll get it, just tired is all." It was something else. His mind was racing with all that had gone on. After a couple of hours of being ranked at the very bottom he logged off and rehid the wire, and crept back into bed, satisfied that he had "seen" his friends as per normal. Before sleeping, he touched himself, stroking to thoughts of Natalie. He was a chronic masturbator but during this had been too full of worry. Tonight he was content, having played his games and rebelling. He reached under his nightie with his nail polished hands, stroking softly and creeping into the bathroom to finish. When he got into bed he remembered to pick up his doll for the morning and fell asleep.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Slow Burn (Repost) (Read 41661 times)
