Sissy goes shopping

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Here's a story that was posted on a French forum a long time ago. I'm not the author, I only translated it using AI to make it known.


Chapter 1: Preparing for a baby party

With an amused smile, Mrs. MacNab ended the long telephone conversation. She couldn't wait any longer to break the news to her son-in-law.

She glanced at him, sitting opposite her, knees together, back straight, feet together in his cute
yellow organdy girl's dress that he was obliged to put on every afternoon when he came home from school. With his long, almost shoulder-length hair styled in a "little girl" style, and his lace-trimmed petticoat extending beyond the hem of the little dress, Mrs. MacNab herself was astonished at his feminine appearance, even though she knew he was a strong, athletic boy.

No one would have believed that this seventeen-year-old high-school student could look and act so much like a ten-year-old girl.

She remembered, a few years ago, when her husband died and her stepson had thought that without a man in the house to control him, he could do as he pleased. But he soon discovered that corporal punishment and dress discipline could send him straight to hell.

Once he was used to petticoat discipline and saw that he responded favorably to it, she made a deal with him. He could keep his high school pants on and continue to play sports as long as he wore petticoats at home and at weekends and as long as he was at her complete disposal when she had guests or brought him to visit and as long as he remained subject to special punishments for disobedience or anything else she considered bad.

His name was Paul, but when he was in petticoats she preferred to call him Pauline. As Mrs. MacNab put all this into practice, she was surprised at how well Pauline took to her petticoats.

It was as if he didn't care anymore, which was most of the time, because when his mother-in-law's plans interfered with his own, he had to step aside. He hated being accompanied by his mother during his grooming, especially as she forced him to wax his entire body.

This feminine care was hard on him, and certain punishments, such as wearing rubber breeches to school or even a corset, were very embarrassing.

Now, as she entered the room, she looked at this tall girl dressed younger than her age, sitting quietly, busy sewing up one of her own panties. It was a very satisfying sight for Mrs. MacNab. He pretended to be very busy, for she knew he'd been listening in on part of the telephone conversation, and she was amused at his apprehension at what he might have overheard.

“Pauline darling, I have very good news for you,” she said. "We've been invited to a special ‘surprise baby party’ by Madame Vernon and her cute son Martin with the delightful nickname of Martinet.

Pauline looked up in despair. He'd been on his feet since Mrs. MacNab had come in, but he'd kept his eyes down on his sewing. "Oh, mommy dearest not a ‘baby meeting’! I feel so silly in my baby clothes.

My dress and petticoats are so short they show my rubber panties! I don't mind wearing my girly dresses, Mommy, but I won't wear my baby clothes anymore, please!"

"Of course your dress and underwear let your rubber panties show. All babies show off their cute plastic terry panties or their cute, colorful waterproof panties. It's part of being a baby, darling! Of course you don't mind wearing your little-girl dresses and panties. The truth is, you've grown to love them too, but you don't have a say in deciding what to wear, whether it's girlie clothes or
baby stuff. After all, that's the price you have to pay to be allowed to continue school and sports. By the way, darling, I know, and so does Ms. Vernon, that you boys don't mind wearing dainty things, but you hate wearing your baby clothes. And that's precisely why we insist that you boys be our little babies on occasion.

There would be no challenge or discipline if you only wore what you felt like wearing. That's why, my darling, I sometimes arbitrarily give you a good spanking until you cry, even if you think you've done nothing to deserve it. You don't have to do anything, because it's my pleasure to spank you whenever I feel like it, and it's good for you for two reasons. Firstly, it's good for little girls to cry and
secondly, getting a taste of the cane and martinet keeps you in fear of punishment! So don't be silly, Pauline, I said we'd be very happy to come to this reception."

"It's so humiliating, Mommy, a seventeen-year-old boy having to wear baby clothes and act like a baby."

"But honey, it's meant to be humiliating! It helps you remember that you're just Mommy's little baby. Why do you think you have diapers pinned on you and your rubber panties on at night? Simply so you don't feel like a big boy and imagine you're old enough to be allowed to wear pants. That's why I sometimes make you wear your rubber panties under your pants, so that the
sticky rubber reminds you that you're just mommy's little baby."

"Now no more whims about this reception or it's an immediate spanking. Tomorrow we'll go to the dressmaker's because I want you to be a pretty new dress for that surprise party next Tuesday."

“Next Tuesday!” Pauline shouted, forgetting all restraint due to emotion. But I've got a basketball game right after school."

“Pauline!” Said Mrs. MacNab sternly, "You can't help shouting like that... where's my sweet, docile little girl? You'll just have to apologize for the game, I'll write you a note for school so we'll have plenty of time to get you ready for the meeting!"

“But Mom...” began Pauline.

"Stop it, Pauline! Since you're acting like a baby, you're going to be treated like one. I'm going to put your diapers and other baby things on you, and since school's out for the week you'll keep them on all weekend, and on Monday too you'll be trained to stay very baby-like until the boom!"

“But Mommy dearest, I have a game tomorrow too!”

"Fine, just cancel everything until Wednesday. Now I'm going to add a good spanking before I diaper you for not obeying and screaming like that; Upstairs to the bedroom!"

Soon Pauline was in her baby clothes, diapers and tight panties, her bottom hot and sore from the vigorous spanking her mother-in-law had administered.

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Saturday morning Mrs. MacNab accompanied Pauline to the toilet, changed his diapers, sat him on the potty and fed him breakfast with his bib tied around his neck. He almost made a scene when she dressed him to go to the dressmaker's, but a slap on each cheek silenced him. He couldn't fight his stepmother's strange ideas, and he realized that wasn't the worst of it, she could demand that he leave school and be put under guardianship at home, she could also demand as she had threatened, without doing anything so far, to effeminate his body by taking him to a doctor for injections that would give him feminine buttocks and breasts. He knew that threat alone was enough to keep him quiet, not to mention the martinet and public humiliations she and her friends put boys-girls like him through.

As if Pauline cared. And if there was anyone he didn't like, it was Mrs. Stitch, who took so many liberties with him. She was young, which was even more humiliating for a seventeen-year-old. He hated the way she talked to him “baby”. It wasn't too unbearable when he came to try on girls' clothes, even if it was for ten-year-olds! and even if his words were disgusting. Because the clothes were so pretty, if only she'd let him wear just that, and nighties, without humiliating him by making him wear diapers and rubber panties...

By the time he'd listened to his mother's chatter and lost himself in his own reverie they'd arrived at Mrs. Stitch's door. He hoped there would be no one on the street to see him by the time they got inside. But alas, just they passed Mrs. Vernon and her son Martin.

“Ah! we're both caught in the act,” said Mrs. Vernon, laughing. "Buying new things for our darling babies. Mrs. Stitch is so kind, she left aside all her other orders to work on a special romper for Martinet isn't that wonderful darling?" She added for her son, a boy about the same age as Paul, and dressed just as ravishingly in a short sailor's cape with bronze buttons, a floppy sailor's cap with an elastic band under the chin.

The cape was so short that it showed he was wearing a pale blue knitted pantsuit. Martin looked his mother straight in the eye and replied, "Oh yes, Mommy dearest, my romper will be the prettiest one you'll ever see. You'll see Pauline at my party." Mrs. MacNab said, “Perfect, Mrs. Stitch also worked very well for us, I wonder how we'd do without her.” “That's true.” Mrs. Vernon agreed. “And why are you coming dear Pauline?” “Oh, a fitting too, Mrs. Vernon.” “Pauline! Can't you be more proper with a lady who's interested in you, explain yourself a little better.”

“Excuse me, Mrs. Vernon,” Pauline corrected, “Mama is also taking me to Mrs. Stitch's to try on a new baby dress for Martin's reception.” “Oh, that's lovely, Pauline darling, but, please call your little friend Martin by his real little name: Martinet!” said Mrs. Vernon then turning to her son she added, “Don't you have anything to say to your baby friend Pauline?”. Martin said, “I hope your new dress has lots of lace and is a pretty baby pink, my romper is going to be pale blue.”

Mrs. MacNab and Mrs. Vernon laughed happily and the former said, "Well, we could stay here for hours chatting but we have better things to do inside. Pauline say goodbye and give your baby-friend a kiss!"

Both boys blushed to the roots of their hair, but Pauline wouldn't even think of disobeying, especially when her mother was in company, so he pecked the cheek of the lovely boy in front of him, while Martinet stood with his arms down and glued to his body having learned that he should never touch a girl, but that any girl could touch and kiss him. And now he regarded Pauline almost as a girl, or at least as a sissy.

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After the goodbyes, Mrs. MacNab and her son-in-law went upstairs to Mrs. Stitch's apartment. Mrs. Stitch opened the door to let them in, and immediately helped her remove her bonnet and cap, beginning her "baby talk". "Oh, how cute we look today," she began. "What a pretty little cape, and the cute bonnet, what a pity baby's too big to fit into a pretty baby carriage, how adorable he'd be in it, with his pacifier or bottle. But by the way, Paulinette, did you bring your pacifier with you? I'll ask you to put it to your mouth during the fitting so you can't chatter and interrupt us when we're talking!"

Pauline hated this way of talking and didn't want to answer, but he couldn't get away with it in such a rude way, and his mother rebuked him rudely. "Pauline, you naughty baby, Mrs. Stitch is good enough to be interested in you and your affairs and she asked you a question, so don't be rude. Otherwise beware! I might ask Mrs. Stitch to take a naughty baby on her lap for a good bare-assed spanking!"

Pauline had to act like a baby to please her stepmother and be allowed to continue going to school and practicing her favorite sports, but he wasn’t a baby in his mind. He was mature enough to realize that, dressed as he was—in diapers, rubber pants, and a baby dress—having or not having a pacifier in his mouth didn’t make much of a difference to his appearance. Moreover, to his stepmother and the seamstress, he was a baby. So he prepared his response and spoke in the babyish way he was asked to use:

“Excuse me Madam, my paci is attached to my little dress; would you like me to take it in my mouth?”

“No sweetie, not right now, when I take your dress off I'll untie it, take your teddy bear and play with it while I talk to your mommy about your costume, I'm sure you're all excited thinking about it.”

She patted Pauline's rubbery bottom as if he were a real baby and led him to a little chair she kept in a corner for the little ones. He felt ridiculous with his knees pulled up and his long bare legs that the little skirt couldn't cover, exposing his rubbery crotch.

Mrs. Stitch chatted with Mrs. MacNab. "I think you'll be delighted with the ensemble I created for baby Pauline. I've spun it all out and of course I'd like to get on with the fittings. There's a baby dress, a petticoat, an adorable bonnet and a few other items all in frilly, wispy taffeta. Baby can't hide from her mommy any more, because she can hear all the frills on her clothes." Both women laughed.

“I didn't make her any panties,” she continued, “because I think the rubber-lined satin panties I made for her recently, with the rows of lace up the back, will go perfectly with this ensemble.” “Now dear Pauline put down your teddy bear and come over here so I can undress you.”

She removed the baby dress and petticoat so that Pauline was only in her rubber panties amply lined with diapers. She detached the pacifier from the dress, to which it was attached by the ribbon she looped around its neck, and gently pushed the pacifier into the big boy's mouth.

She lifted him onto a platform while she gathered the things she had prepared for him. She approached Pauline holding a white satin petticoat, made like a baby's jumpsuit, held at the shoulders by suspenders. It had no belt but undulated in wide circles. It was trimmed with the most delicate lace and dotted with little pink ribbon bows all around the hem.

Mrs. MacNab raved about the elegant petticoat. "Oh! it fits perfectly, it's so elegant it could even be used as a dress. What do you think, baby darling?“ ”Pauline blushed but politely replied, “Oh mommy, it's a very pretty petticoat, so graceful and soft!” Mrs. MacNab laughed and said to Mrs. Stitch. "Baby Pauline reacts to materials, he feels so fulfilled that he has an immediate reaction to contact with the softness of satin or rubber. He often strokes the backsides of his soft rubber panties and blushes when he realizes he's being watched. You've done a magnificent job. And you, Pauline, how do you feel in your pretty petticoat?"

“Oh mommy, I'm a happy little baby!” Mrs. Stitch returned to the teenager , upright and vulnerable, in her infantile attitude, despite her age, suc-king the pacifier and looking so seductive in her rubber panties. This time she was holding the dress, slipping it over his head and coming up behind to tie it around his neck. It was an adorable baby dress with a very high waist almost under the arms and puffed sleeves finished with a lace braid. The little bodice was gathered by a sewn-on elastic band and the skirt flared out widely all around. It was held that way by the underskirt. The dress was pale pink, almost revealing the petticoat, while the belt was a slightly darker pink.

The dais was too low to give the full effect of the dress and petticoat on the boy. So Mrs. MacNab asked Mrs. Stitch if he could climb up on the table so that she could get a full view of him. Mrs. Stitch helped the boy up onto the table by slipping a hand between his legs and pushing him onto the rubberized bottom as she would have done to a real baby.

Standing on the table, one could fully appreciate the effect of the dress. It was so short, barely mid-butt and so flared that one's gaze was drawn to the boy's rubber panties and the hem of his petticoat. "Imagine the pretty glimpse we'll get of your lacy toddler with that jewel of a dress and petticoat. Oh Pauline, and when you bend over to reach for your doll or teddy bear! And also when you lift your arms to grab something!"

“Oh!” said Mrs. Stitch. “That's what it was made for, narrow and tight under the arms!”

“Besides, darling!” added Mrs. MacNab. "When you're out of diapers, the dress won't be long enough to hide your pretty little jewels. All the ladies, little girls and your fellow baby boy-girls will be able to see them. Thank Mrs. Stitch for making you such a pretty dress and beautiful underwear to go to that dance party."

"Oh thank you Mrs. Stitch for making me such a lovely dress. I'm sure I'll look very graceful in it." Mrs. Stitch helped Pauline down from the table and he stretched his face toward her. “Oh, the cutie, he's waiting for a kiss!”

“Yes,” said Mrs. MacNab. “Baby Pauline has learned to hold out her face for a big juicy kiss, knowing that all the ladies and girls love to give kisses to sweet little babies!”

Mrs. Stitch seized the opportunity to further humiliate this big boy who stood shamefully before her in his rubber panties and baby dress. She put one hand on his bottom and the other under his chin and, when he didn't take the pacifier back after thanking her, she stuck her mouth over his for a long, ardent, juicy kiss.

[BabyJay]

What a lovely story. Looks like Pauline is now a permanent Sissy baby girl. When will her Mother get her some of those adorable ruffled frilly baby knickers to show off to everyone? Look forward to next chapters

[mikeh1993]

A very well written story so far.  For it being an older story, it’s great.

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After that, Mrs. MacNab asked Mrs. Stitch to give her the pacifier, but to wet it thoroughly first. She wanted to get her baby used to showing no disgust towards female secretions. Mrs. Stitch wasted no time in wetting the pacifier until it was shiny and transferred it from her mouth to Pauline's, who took it with satisfaction.

"We must thank you Mrs. Stitch for your quick work, I can't wait to see what you've done for baby Martinet. I know it's going to be beautiful. You know, Pauline's new dress is delightfully so short that it's ideal for the ‘toilette’ games we indulge in on our babies!"

The word "toilette" acted like a signal on Pauline, and he began to fidget and looked preoccupied. He approached his mom to speak in her ear, but she immediately stopped him.

"No whispering, it's impolite. Anyway, babies don't have to have false modesty and they have to make their desires known to everyone!" "Please Mom, I need to pee! Do you want me to wet my diapers or do you want to put me on the potty?"

Mrs. MacNab burst out laughing and explained, "I always ask Pauline to tell me when he needs to empty his bladder or bowels. He has to ask me to use his diapers or potty, then he has to ask to be put on the potty but here of course, the cutie will have to use his diapers as there's no potty.

“Yes, ma'am!” replied Mrs. Stitch. "I always keep a potty in case of emergency. A lot of kids get restless and seem to need to empty their bladders when I'm working on them. I suppose it's the nervous tension, especially with the boy-girls and boy-babies when they're trying on the clothes that embarrass them so much because of their age and sex.

Let me tell you a secret. Little Martinet earlier was there on the dais in front of you during the fitting, when he got rowdy and grabbed his little thing whining “Mommy, I need to pee!” He, too, had his diapers and waterproof panties, and Mrs. Vernon told him to use them when I pointed out that I had a potty and that maybe she had other errands to run and would prefer him to stay dry. So he used the potty and in fact I put it aside without having had time to empty it but, if you like, I can do it now so that Pauline can use it and keep it dry for your other errands.

"That's very kind of you Mrs. Stitch, it's true we have other errands to run and although it would reinforce his baby conditioning to be in wet diapers, I think it's best to have him use the potty. But don't empty it, it's good for him to use it after another baby and it'll be fun to hear his pee splash!"

Mrs. Stitch fetched the little earthenware pot and placed it on the dais. “Good, baby Pauline.” Said her mother. “What should we do now?” “I'm asking you, Mommy, to pull down my baby panties, undo my diaper then I'll squat on the potty.” “That's fine, darling, but ask Mrs. Stitch, maybe she'd like to take care of you.”

"Please, Mrs. Stitch, would you get me ready to go potty? Quickly please because I need it very badly and I'll get my diapers wet if you don't hurry."

“All right, sweetie.” Mrs. Stitch scoffed. “You're really at your wits' end!”

She pulled down the teenager's rubber panties and undid the cotton terry diaper. Pauline sat on the potty with a grimace of disgust but was asked to give a pretty baby smile. Mrs. Stitch took her time getting to grips with her little thing and Pauline was so well trained that she was very careful not to start until she had a firm grip on her little tap and told her to go ahead. As Mrs. MacNab had said, Pauline's pee made a lovely music in the already half-full pot, which only increased Pauline's disgust. As Mrs. Stitch wiped the end of Pauline's tap and then re-pinned her diaper and pulled up the rubber panties, she said. "Do you have a lot of shopping to do?

"Yes, really, the shopping is for Pauline, his diapers are out of order, they're tearing where the pins are, and he's going to have to ask himself for diapers in large sizes. And the other morning I was surprised to find him in a puddle of pee in his bed. His rubber sheet and nightdress were soaked, yet I had put him to bed as usual with his waterproof pants and special night-time diapers. I examined him and discovered that he had torn his rubber pants during the night. Oh he's a bit clumsy, but Pauline likes to ask about her own baby stuff. Of course he got a good spanking for wetting his crib, even though it wasn't entirely his fault! We won't need to buy a present for Martinet's birthday because Pauline made him one, but I think he might not appreciate it too much. Pauline, chou, tell Mrs. Stitch what it is."

“Actually, Mrs. Stitch, I crocheted a pair of terrycloth panties for Martinet” “But,” said Mrs. Stitch, “you're a very talented baby, so you knit and crochet, and what color are these terrycloth panties?” “They're blue, Mrs. Stitch, because Martinet is a baby boy.” “I suppose when you make them for yourself you use pink wool, don't you?” “Yes, ma'am.” Mrs. MacNab intervened. “That's not good enough, dear, explain to Mrs. Stitch why your terrycloth panties are pink and why you knit them!”

"Excuse me, Mrs. Stitch, I'm making pink panties for myself because I'm a baby girl. I knit panties for Martinet and for me because we wear diapers and have to use them for what they're intended for, which is to get them wet. There's also a risk, even for big babies like us, of getting pimples on our bottoms, so our moms often make us wear the diapers without our rubber knickers, but to make our bottoms look nice and bouncy, they make us wear terrycloth knickers over the diapers.

The two women smiled conspiratorially. Mrs. MacNab dressed Pauline to leave, and Mrs. Stitch confirmed that the clothes would be ready on time.