Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo

[CuddleBunns]

 "You can stop the car here mom", I heard my cousin say as my aunt's jet black sedan pulled into a massive, busy parking lot. It just didn't seem fair. After years of not seeing each other, my reunion with my cousin Jenna was not going the way I had expected it to. While I was still basically the same shy, nerdy, awkward kid that I had been five years ago when we last met, she had been busy the last few years developing into a gorgeous, grown up young woman. Her beautiful, silky black hair (no longer held in a ponytail as it had been when we last met) now accentuated a strikingly curvey body that would have been completely unrecognizable to me just a few years ago. She was not only pretty, but also charming, confident, funny, and over all a very well liked person by almost everybody. When she entered a room, heads would seemingly start to spin.

 Then, sitting next to her like a sad, lost puppy...there was me, poor old depressing me. I was her little pet cousin Peter, or as she liked to call me, Buttercup. Even at age 16, my body had still not developed quite the same way my cousin's had, or any other person my age for that matter. I was often picked on at school for my short stature and high pitched, childlike voice. It seemed that nobody else could take me seriously, and that included Jenna.

 Even as a kid I could tell that she seemed to think that I was not quite like the other boys, and to be honest, she was completely right. While my other male cousins would be off playing football or video games at our large family gatherings as normal boys their age tended to do, Jenna would delight in whisking me away to her room and treating me like her own personal doll. Her and her younger sister Beth would spend hours forcing me to try on their frilliest, most girlie outfits, all the while experimenting on me with their mom's makeup and a buffet of different hair styles. We would play with dolls, have tea parties with her stuffed animals, prance around her room to the latest Disney pop stars, and on more that one occasion they even made me play house with them as their little baby. I remember one particular instance at christmas when they made me wear one of my younger cousins diapers and one of Beth's old tutus from her ballet class, before pushing me around in front of everybody in a stroller like some embarrassing art piece.

 You would think someone in my family would have objected to my cousins treatment of me, but you see, my family has sort of a different dynamic than most. My dad left when I was young, and my mother has always been somewhat of a free-spirited feminist, meaning that as an only child I did not have many real male influences in my life. Mom would always find ways to hand wave these humiliating encounters as simply kids being kids, or "naturally experimenting", as she liked to call it. My Aunt Tess on the other hand, Jenna and Beth's mother, was a totally different story. There's a part of me thinks she just had a hard time with ever telling her daughters no. Even when she would occasionally butt heads with them, they still seemed to find at least some small way to get what they wanted. Honestly though? Part of me just thinks she saw in me exactly what her daughters did, and that same part of me knew that she thought I deserved it.

 Which is exactly why as the car came to a stop outside the zoo on that fateful day, she did not bat an eye when Jenna came around to my side and opened the door for me. Nor did she bat an eye when I sheepishly stepped out of the vehicle in a purple t-shirt with a bedazzled heart and the word "princess" on it in pink cursive, white socks with a row of pink fuzz at the top, a pair of white and pink Barbie sneakers, clips forcing my hair into an adorably feminine style, and most embarrassingly...a big fluffy white diaper underneath a short pink skirt.

 Jenna busied herself with setting up the stroller while her sister Beth got out on the other side of the car. "Have a good day you three, and dont forget to call me if anything happens! We wouldnt want little Buttercup here to end up all alone at the zoo!", Aunt Tess called out to us with a smile. She could be just as bad as they were when it came to humiliating me. Sometimes even worse.

 "Don't worry mom", Jenna replied cheerfully, gesturing to the pink stroller she had just finished setting up in front of her, "she'll be right here the whole time, safe where we can watch her."

 "Isn't that right sweetie pie?", I heard Beth coo as I felt a suprise tickle come from behind my back. I jumped back a bit in suprise as all three of them let out a small giggle at my obvious uncomfortability with the situation at hand. After regaining my composure, I looked up to see Jenna staring at me and patting the top of the stroller, an obvious gesture that was not too difficult for me to understand. I sighed and made my way over to her before suddenly stopping. "Do I really have to do this, Jenna? There's going to be so many people here", I whined in a truly childish tone, one that honestly could have answered her question for me.

 Jenna responded by shaking her head. "First of all, that's Auntie Jenna to you little girl. And second of all, dont you want to go to the zoo with your two prettiest big cousins? The very same cousins who spent so much time making you all pwetty and setting all of this up so we could have a fun day together with our favowite widdle pwincess?" Her beautiful, hazel puppy dog eyes were now staring directly at me, and she knew I could never bring myself to dissapoint her. Although I did not have a real crush on her, being my cousin and all, she was never the less a hard person for me to dissapoint. I nervously stepped into the stroller and let her strap me in. Although I could not tell at the time, the straps pushed my skirt up just enough to expose the very bottom of my diaper, leaving nothing to the imagination for whoever had the misfortune of seeing me.

 "Yay! Thank you Buttercup! You're such a good baby girl!", Beth cheered as she leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek. "We're going to have so much fun together! Just like old times!" Just like old times...that's exactly what I was afraid of!

[CuddleBunns]

Part 2

 Jenna and Beth each said their goodbyes to Aunt Tess as they prepared to finally bring me into the zoo, but not before Jenna grabbed my hand and forced me to wave, just as one would do with a reluctant toddler. Finally, after tossing the diaper bag over her shoulder, Jenna kicked the lock on my embarrassing pink stroller and our little public incursion truly began. As the the two girls pushed me closer and closer to the front entrance, I began to see a mass of people forming a line at the ticket gate. I knew in this moment that I was not prepared for what the rest of the day would entail.

 Jenna could sense my nervousness and began trying to offer me words of assurance. "Don't worry princess, nobody can tell that you're really a teenage boy, so just act naturally. Honestly, you look so adorable and girlie that it would probably draw more attention if you did act like a big boy."

 "Yeah", giggled Beth, "Just be yourself, Buttercup. You're waaaay more cute and convincing as a baby girl, so why not just embrace it?"

 "I guess...", I replied to them, still unconvinced by their arguments. "But what if I need to tell you two something? Won't people know I'm a teenage boy if they hear my voice?"

 Both girls gave a light chuckle at the absurdity of my response. "I highly doubt that, princess", Jenna responded, "but even if they did, we won't let anyone give you any trouble. We wouldn't be very good Aunties if we couldn't protect our precious baby girl, now would we?"

 The feeling of Jenna cheerfully pinching my cheek afterward was like rubbing salt in the wound. They truly were planning on treating me like a little toddler girl. Not only that, but they were going to do it in public, in front of hundreds of people. I silently pondered why they still enjoyed doing this to me so much, even after it had been so many years. One answer came when we suddenly stopped in front of a large polar bear standie.

 "Hey Beth, can you do me a favor and take a nice picture of me and Buttercup in front of this polar bear? I want to take lots and lots of cute pics today. That way, I can show off our little doll all my friends later", Jenna said to her sister as she held out her phone.

 Beth smiled and took the phone from her sister's hands, ushering Jenna into a few different positions before taking multiple embarrassing snaps. When she eventually showed Jenna the end results, both girls put their hands over their mouths and suddenly became elated. They gushed on and on with each other about how adorable I looked, all the while I was parked in place in my stroller, my barely exposed diapers pointed towards the sidewalk for anybody to see. So that's why they were doing this. They thought it was cute!

 We soon made our way to the back of the line towards the entrance and began waiting patiently for our turn at the ticket booth. A sinkhole began to open up in my stomach as I took in the ammount of people that were now idly standing around me. I suddenly became hyper conscious of every single instance where somebody began to stare at me, especially curious kids who would be prone to opening their mouth and speaking about what they saw without a filter. Thankfully, no such thing occurred, but I still ended up burying my head in my lap out of pure shame, almost as if I was trying to pretend this mass of strangers was simply not there. It was perhaps the one time in my life that I wish my cousins had dressed me in a baby's bonnet. At least that way I wouldn't see so many people around me.

 After about five minutes of that particular aggony, we finally made our way to the front of the line. The lady who greeted us at the ticket booth was a cheery 20-something year old blonde woman with a friendly and welcoming southern accent. If this woman seemed a bit skeptical about the peculiar sight in front of her, she at least did not seem to outwardly show it. "Hey there y'all, welcome to the Upstate Park Zoo! What can I do for you fine ladies today?", she asked us with a warm smile. Whether the part where she referred to us as "ladies" concerned me or not, I was still unsure.

 "Hello!", Jenna responded in an equally cheery tone, "I would like two adult tickets and one children's ticket please." The ticket lady eyed me up and down for a few good seconds before returning a wide smile.

 "Certainly hun. Two adults and one little cub...that will bring your total admission fee to $16.59", she responded, before looking back down at me with yet more stares of curiosity. She quickly looked back at Jenna as she handed her the money for the tickets. "Your little one is so adorable!", she told my cousin as she opened the cash register and received the appropriate change, "Is she here for the 'Princess in the Park' event later this afternoon?"

 It took all of my effort not to gasp in shock at what I had just head. I frantically looked around until I laid eyes on a poster hanging from the fence with a red haired, middle aged woman in a giant frilly blue dress on it. "Princess in the Park" was a special event held by a local children's entertainer named Princess Brittney every summer at the zoo, mainly attended by little girls aged 2-8 and their parents. However, the event itself was not Brittney's main foray. She spent most of her time as hired entertainment at children's birthday parties, which she called her "princess party package", in which she would sing, tell stories, do face paint, play games, and much more to entertain groups of young girls on their special big day.

 Why did I know all of this? Well, I had been to one such birthday party when I was about 6 years old. It was Beth's 5th birthday party, and naturally she wanted it to be Princess themed, as all little girls do. Her parents went all out for her birthday that year, hiring Princess Brittney to entertain all the young girls who would be in attendance...as well as me. Naturally, by now Jenna had already started her embarrassing and sissyish treatment of me whenever she was around, and Beth was even starting to get in on the action too, enjoying having me as a big life size doll for her to dress up and play with. I will spare you the full details, but let's just say after that fateful day my mom kept a picture of me in a puffy lilac dress and a tiara perched upon the knee of a similarly dressed, ectremely feminine princess figure up on the fridge for much longer than I would like to admit.

 I was snapped back to reality by the sound of Beth's voice. "Yes! She is actually. Our little princess loves Brittney! Isnt that right sweetie?" I was suddenly put on the spot and did not know how to respond, so I just nodded my head and looked down at the ground. The ticket lady cooed down at me in sympathy. "Awww, shy little one isn't she? Well that's okay sweetie, I hope you have a wonderful time!", she said to me in a sweet, reassuring voice. Soon enough the sound of a ticket machine went off and she handed Jenna our tickets, before wishing us a great time at the Park.

 As we headed through the front entrance, we took in the sights, sounds, and most distinctly of all, the smells of the busy zoo around us. "Where should we head first?", Jenna asked Beth, who was busy studying a map she had picked up from a kiosk on the way in.

 "How about we head west to the penguin exhibit?", Beth responded, "I know how much you absolutely love penguins. Plus there's lots of running water." They both seemed to giggle at that last remark, although I was not quite sure why. The stroller took a few seconds to start moving again, and I heard the sound of Jenna rummaging though the diaper bag she had brought with her. Before I knew it she was keeling in front of me and sticking a pink pacifier between my lips. With her other hand, she raised her phone and pointed her camera at me, snapping a few picturess of me in my stroller suc-king on a pacifier. Little did I realize, with my legs spread apart, my diaper was now in full view. "Awww, so cute", Jenna casually remarked, before once more grabbing my stroller and heading towards our next destination.

[Sissy Little Girl]

CuddleBunns, it's been awhile since your last story.  Glad you are back with this fantastic story.  Peter, aka Buttercup, is going for the ride of his life at the zoo.  His two cousins are having a ball treating him like a baby girl. I can't wait for the next chapter.

[CuddleBunns]

Thank you Sissy Little Girl. I actually still want to finish my last story at some point, but I couldn't really think of a good way to end it so I've been taking a break from it for a while. With this story I'm hoping to go a bit smaller in scale, and I have a definitive end in mind, so  it'll be a good detour while I think of a decent way to end A New Family Dynamic. Hopefully people will stick around, I've got some pretty adorable and humiliating things in mind for Buttercup that I'm pretty excited for!

[PervScenes11]

CuddleBunns! So exciting to get new work from you. Also exciting to hear that your previous story -- an all-time classic, in my opinion -- will continue at some point. Your focus on a sissy boy's psychological state is SO hot to me. Thanks!

[mimikitten]

This is such a cute start! I love it.

[CuddleBunns]

Thank you, PervScenes11 and mimikitten. Im glad you are all enjoying the story so far.

Part 3

 Jenna continued to push my stroller along the busy path to the penguin exhibit, casually making conversation with Beth as I tried to make myself as invisible to the rest of the world as possible. Despite "not looking much like a man, let alone a little boy", as Aunt Tess often liked to say, the other patrons at the zoo seemed to at least be able to tell that something strange was happening with the odd little girl being pushed by two teenagers, who seemed just a bit too big for her stroller. Their judgemental stares were absolutely unbearable. Thank god people were not more confrontational, or I probably would have wet myself in fear right then and there. The truth is I was quite a shy and socially anxious person, and this sort of thing was wildly out of my comfort zone. The only reason I had agreed to go to the zoo like this with my cousins is because I needed to hold up my end of a bargain with them.
 
  You see, I had not seen Jenna, Beth, or Aunt Tess for a long time since they initially moved to California about five years ago. I guess at the time Aunt Tess was trying to make it in hollywood as an actress, she certainly had the talent for it, but after a string of audition failures and a messy divorce, they had all decided to come back here and settle down in a place that was much less expensive and chaotic. Things went very well at first upon me and my mother's re-acquaintance with them, and everyone seemed to get along fine. However, problems soon started to develop. It didn't take long for me to notice that Jenna, and even to an extent Beth, had grown up substantially in a way that I simply had not. I often had problems at school with being perceived as much younger than I really was, wich naturally, did not lead to much success for me romantically. By the ripe old age of 15, I had not so much as simply held a girl's hand.
 
  Jenna by contrast, was wildly successful in that department. Every time we saw each other, which was now often since her family had moved into a house on our street, Jenna seemed to have a new man by her side. And when I say "a new man", I truly do mean a MAN. Compared to me, with my five foot three inch stature, pale complection, high pitched voice, and truly cowardly demeanor, these men were prime examples of peak masculinity. They were football players, track stars, wrestlers, and swimmers, all in amazing physical condition and all socially at the top of the food chain. Despite all of them being high schoolers, most of them looked like they could be at least 30. Although I had no romantic interest in my cousin, seeing them next to her made me realise just how pathetic and small I truly was. Thankfully, Jenna went to a private school, meaning that I did not have to see her walk down the halls with these older boys during my already depressing day. Some of them would occasionally be other members of my high school, but they were never in my class, always one or two grades above. This unfortunately gave me a disgustingly awful idea that I am still paying for to this day.
 
  I won't try to justify myself in telling my few actual friends that Jenna was my girlfriend. Looking back, I'm not quite sure the exact reason that I did it. Maybe I just wanted to prove that I wasn't as pathetic as people say, or maybe I just wanted to simply make them jealous. Whatever the reason, it was not worth the price I paid when word eventually got around to her once she started dating one of my friend's brothers. I remember the day she approached me, red faced and in anger, demanding to know what I was doing. I tried as hard as I could to explain myself and apologize, but the damage had already been done. Jenna gave me the cold shoulder and walked away in silence, leaving me feeling absolutely awful about what I had done.
 
  The silent treatment only lasted a few weeks, but it was utterly devastating. I tried texting her, calling her, even sending her cards in the mail in an attempt to open back communication with her, but it was fruitless. I was no longer a friend, and no longer to be trusted. I had betrayed her. That is until one fateful day when I heard my doorbell ring, and to my great shock not only was Jenna there, but also her sister Beth. Before I could even say a word, Jenna placed her finger over my lips, effectively silencing me. "You're going to want to listen up, cuz", she said to me in a confident and direct voice, as if it was more of a demand than a suggestion. "Because I just found a way that you can repay me, and I think you'll simply love it." Behind her, Beth was smiling mischievously, clearly holding in a fit of laughter at what she thought was about to happen. In Jenna's hand, she was holding a big pink suitcase, the contents of which I did not know, but knowing them it would not be good. Whatever their proposal was, I was not going to like it.