A Tale of Two Cissies

[sissycaroline]

A Tale of Two Cissies--part8



Mercifully, for me and Colin, our inspection of each other ended when Mrs. Manette looked at her watch and said, "well c'mon Lucie, it's coming up on dinner time. We gotta get home so I can make supper. I'm sure the same is true for the Carton's here. And I also want your fractured arm to get a rest in its sling."



"Oh mom, my arm feels okay," Lucie replied, "and I wanna spend more time with the boys...uhm...the girls...ahh...well...with THEM!"



Both Colin and I showed our disapproval of the idea with very load groans.



But Lucie persisted, "Then can they come over after dinner mom? I can teach them how to be girls...or half girls anyway. I can give Colin tips on hair and makeup. And I can show Emmett how to manage his poufie dress...AND...how to sit and curtsey properly! Please mom, can they come over? There's no school tomorrow."



"Please no, Aunt Sydney," Colin begged.



Mrs. Manette's response was directed to Aunt Sydney. "Actually Miss Carton, I have another matter that I'd like to discuss with you."



Aunt Sydney just let out a deep sigh of obvious concern and foreboding.



"Relax Miss Carton," Mrs. Manette soothed, "it's nothing to fear! I just want to make you an offer that you...CAN refuse. It'll be mutually beneficial to the both of us. Will the three come over after dinner?"



"Oh...I guess," she replied, still with trepidation.



All through supper, Colin and I groused and grumbled about our current "state of affairs", only to be reminded that we'd brought it on ourselves.



And when the dinner dishes were loaded in the dishwasher, Aunt Sydney said, "okay you two, time to head over to the Manette's." And she grabbed her purse and headed for the front door.



"Hold on Aunt Sydney," I called. "Can we please go out the back door, through the backyard and to their back door?"



She gave me a little smile of understanding. "Okay...sure, but don't worry, it's dark outside. No one will see you."



"Thanks Aunt Sydney." But I couldn't help but wonder how long that would be true.



At the Manette's, we were invited to be seated in the living room. Everyone, including Aunt Sydney and Colin, giggled as I very awkwardly and clumsily tried to seat myself on the couch. My multiple petticoats had a mind of their own and I couldn't control or manage them at all.



"See mom," Lucie exclaimed, "I can show Emmett how to sit properly in his dress and petticoats!"



I was making such an embarrassing spectacle of myself that I just opted to stand.



"As I said earlier, I have a proposal for you Miss Carton," Mrs. Manette began. "I think you know that I work at the 'Women's Rights National Historical Park' here in Seneca Falls. I'm a docent there, among other duties. And when there's a school vacation, I have to leave Lucie at a Daycare center while I'm at work. It's very pricey."



"Yes, I know they're costly," Aunt Sydney said.



"Well anyway, you're a school nurse, so you don't work when school's out. So...if you'd be willing to take care of Lucie while I'm at work, I'll credit half the money I save from Daycare toward her medical costs and bicycle replacement. And we both save money!"



Aunt Sydney didn't need to think for long about it. "Make it two thirds, and you gotta deal Mrs. Manette."



"It's a deal Miss Carton." And they both shook hands on it.



Some deal, I thought. Colin and I were going to be stuck with Lucie for most of the recess.



"Well now that that's settled," Lucie impatiently interjected, "can I teach Emmett and Colin some of the tricks of the trade of being a girl?"



Mrs. Manette looked questioningly at Aunt Sydney, who replied, "well, I guess so." And then she copped out, "but I have to get back home to finish up the laundry. Can I come back, at...say nine, to pick them up?"



"Make it ten, and I'll see them home myself Miss Carton."



"Okay Mrs. Manette, I'll leave the light on."



Aunt Sydney left and Lucie asked, "mom, can I take them upstairs to my room now to teach them how to be better girls...well...half girls, anyhow?"



"Okay dear, but leave the door open and KEEP YOUR ARMCAST IN THE SLING!"



"Yes mom!"



No teacher ever had less willing students than the two of us.



She started with Colin first. He was seated in front of a large mirror attached to the back of her vanity table. She stood behind him and untied the ribbons in his pigtails and handed them to him.



"Okay Colin, now I want you to tie..." and then she abruptly stopped, out of the blue, in mid sentence, and thought a moment and totally shifted gears. "Ya know, Colin's not really a proper name for such a pretty, girlie boy as you are. Let's see..." and she thought out loud, "Colin, Colin, Colin...Col, Col, Col...COLLEEN!!! That's it! It's perfect! I'm gonna call you Colleen!"



"No way you are!!!" He hollered.



She devilishly laughed. "Well, have a look in the mirror. You'll see 'me pretty Colleen' there."



"My name is Colin!!!"



Lucie paid no attention to him and continued, "anyway COLLEEN...while I work with Emmett, you sit there and practice tieing your ribbons in your pigtails. Tie them, untie them, and retie them 'til you can make perfect, perky bows."



"Go to hell Lucie!" Colin shouted.



Without our mother's around, Lucie took the gloves off. "You two sissyboys know that if you don't behave and do as you're told, your punishment will be extended. Now get to your ribbon tieing COLLEEN...or do I need to give you a good spanking too???"



"Yeah...you and what army?" Colin only muttered now, under his breath.



We knew that Lucie was right about the not behaving and extended punishment part, but I seriously doubted she had the power to spank us.



Colin fumbled away with a ribbon and a pigtail, in tears of humiliation and frustration with his task. He was all thumbs.



"Make like you're tieing your sneakers Colleen," she suggested.



Then she moved on to me, as Colin practiced tieing his bows. "Now, let's deal with your dress management issues first Emmett."



And again, a pause from her and the shift of gears and thinking out loud. "Emmett, Emmett, Emmett...Em, Em, Em...ohhh...EMILY! Yeah...EMILY!!! The perfect name for a prettyboy in a pretty dress and petticoats."



The name was a no-brainer, even for me.

[sissycaroline]

A Tale of Two Cissies--part9



She had me stand in front of a large, full length mirror on the wall. "Stand straight and tall Emily, hands at your sides."



"Emmett...please, Emmett," a useless plea on my part, of course.



"I don't want to hear that again EMILY," she scolded, "besides, Emmetts don't wear frilly, little girl dresses and petticoats and all. Now...lift your arms straight up above your head, as high as you can. Reach for the sky, like you're stretching. And look at yourself in the mirror."



"Oh," I gasped. My dress rose several inches above my petticoats.



"So...avoid reaching up for things Emily!"



"Okay, I will."



"Now turn around with your back to the mirror Emily."



"Oh...Emily is such an awful name!" I moaned and complained again.



"Okay, then how about pansy or sissy or fairyboy or Nancy boy...missy...prissy...babycakes...Little Miss Priss..."



"Okay, okay, okay!!!" I cut her off. "I get it!"



"Then prove it. What's your name?"



"Emily," I shamefully replied, almost in a whisper.



"Louder and in a complete sentence."



I rubbed my tear filled eyes with the back of my hands and spoke the degrading words. "Emily...my name is Emily."



"Yes indeed, it is. And it's a very pretty name, for a very pretty little girlie boy!" And she looked over to Colin, "don't you agree Colleen? It's as pretty as your name, isn't it?"



He had managed to get one ribbon crudely tied into a pigtail. He glumy replied, "yes, it's a very pretty name."



"Well it looks like you're gonna need a lot of practice with tieing your hairbows Colleen!" And she got back to me. "Now again Emily, keep your back to the mirror and stand straight and tall."



And she fiddled with the skirt of my dress and smoothed it all around over my petticoats. "Okay, look back over your shoulder and tell me what you see."



"The bottom of my dress."



She laughed, "okay...that works."



"Now bend forward just a little."



I bent. And she pushed down a little on my back. "A bit more Emily."



And she went to a drawer of her nightstand and fetched a hand mirror and gave it to me. "Use this to focus in on your backside and tell me what you see."



"My petticoats starting to show."



"Bend over more. What do you see."



"More of my petticoats."



"Now bend over completely Emily, like someone's gonna leapfrog over you. What do you see?"



"A lot of my romper panties."



She giggled, "it's 'rhumba panties' Emily.



She stood me back up and took the hand mirror from me.



"So...avoid bending over, even in the slightest Emily!"



"Well duh, I already knew that!"



"Hey, you little sissy freak," she lashed out in anger, " soon you're gonna be thanking me for the tips I'm giving you!"



Unfortunately, she was very likely correct.



"Okay Emily, practice girlishly twirling your dress, while I go back over to Colleen and give him some assistance. You know...like you did a bit earlier today." And she caught her breath, "but then look back behind you, as best you can, and tug down your dress where it rides up over your petticoats. You don't want people telling you that your slip is showing!"



I twirled in sheer misery. It was so humiliating to have to do such girlie things. And this was just the start of the school recess and our sissy punishment.



Lucie was back to Colin and she took hold of his pigtails, with the "bows", if they could be so called, that he had tried to tie in them. "Geez...these bows are pathetic!" She grumbled.



"Well what do you expect, I'm not a girl!"



"Well...you're a half girl! You could at least get them tied HALF right!!!" She was quickly losing patience.



But she took a deep breath and settled down and regrouped. And she slowly tied the bows in his pigtails, as example, and described what she was doing, as he watched in the mirror.



"Give it another try Colleen. I gotta get back to Emily. If you struggle with your hairbows again...then we'll move onto something else."



On her way back to me, she grabbed a small wooden stool from a corner. It stood maybe two or so feet high. "Something like this, for a pouf bunny like you, is a wish come true...when it comes time to sit down."



"What's a pouf bunny," I stupidly asked.



"It's someone who loves to wear very full dresses with lots of petticoats underneath," she explained.



"I hate wearing dresses and petticoats!!!"



"Okay, okay...forget I said that!" She was quite flustered.



She placed the stool behind me. "Now very demurely and gently, lift up the back of your dress and petticoats and slide the seat of your panties onto the stool."



"What's demurely mean?" I had a pretty good idea of what it must mean, but I just wanted to fluster her some more.



"IT MEANS LADYLIKE...NOW JUST DO IT!!!"



It was quite easy. But sitting on her desk chair certainly wasn't.



"The best you can do, with really any chair, is to smooth as much of your dress and petticoats behind your bum as you can, and carefully seat yourself and push down on the front of your dress and petties. And keep your legs together."



That turned out to be quite a challenge, like it was on the couch in my living room.



The edge of her bed was last. "For something flat and open like this, do what you did on the stool, only spread your dress and petties all around you in a big circle. This would have worked better on the couch in your living room," she advised.



It wasn't too hard. Just embarrassing as hell.



"Now Emily, I gotta get back to your brother...I mean sister...ah...I mean...Colleen," she fumbled. "I know you know the basics of curtseying, so just stand in front of the full length mirror and practice performing them...DEMURELY, while I work with Colleen. Do them ladylike!"



Well Colin's talent for tieing ribbons into bows in his pigtails was little improved.



"Okay Colleen, let's move onto something else," Lucie said, with a sigh. And she pointed to a box of tissues on the vanity table and told him to take a few. "Now wipe off your lipstick."



As he wiped away, she opened a drawer of the table and fiddled through several tubes of lipstick. When she settled on one, she held it up and said, "this one will do. I always hated this color." And she handed it to Colin.



"No!!!" He cried, fully knowing what was next.



"Do as you're told  Colleen," she reminded him, "you gotta learn how to put your lipstick on!"



"But it's gross! You've already used it! I won't do it!" He blubbered.



"For cripe's sake, you little sissyboy...I DON'T HAVE COOTIES, YA KNOW! Now do it...or do more time in sissy prison!"



His hands trembled, as he opened the tube and attempted to apply it to his quivering lips. And not surprisingly, he probably got more on his face than his lips.



"Oh my God Colleen! Could you possibly be any more of a klutz???" Lucie taunted.



That broke him. He just put his head in his arms on the table and bawled.



I stopped my ridiculous curtseying and swished over to Lucie and said, "give him a break Lucinda! He's had enough. We both have!"



Her response shocked me, though pleasantly. She actually restrained herself and went back to being almost human again.



"Yeah, a break...a break...you're right, we could all use a break," she conceded. And she breathed deeply and looked at the clock. "It's quarter to nine. I'm gonna head downstairs and ask my mom for some cans of soda and a bag of chips for us." And as she made for the door, she remarked, "I'm surprised my mom didn't hear us and come up. She must have fallen asleep on the couch with the TV up loud, like usual. She's a heavy sleeper."



She went downstairs and I used the time to console Colin as best I could. And he came around a little.



When she returned, I declined the can of soda and chips. My bladder was already quite full, as were my bowels. Rumblings down there gave me cause for concern. That didn't bode well for me.

[sissycaroline]

A Tale ot Two Cissies--part10



Lucie stretched out on her bed, her back against the headboard, and sipped a Pepsi and munched on a handful of chips. At the vanity table, Colin wiped the lipstick from his lips and face, dried his tears, and popped open a can. I pulled up the user friendly wooden stool and sat down.



The break, for me anyway, didn't last for long though.



"Emily sweetie," Lucie asked, in a very syrupy sweet tone, "since you're not having a snack, would you be a dear and brush and comb out your brother's pigtails and see if you can have any luck in tieing his ribbons in them?"



"Ohhh geez," I bellowed, "please...please don't make me do my brother's hair!"



"Nonsense Emily, girls do each other's hair all the time."



"But we're not..." and she quickly cut me off.



"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know...you're not girls! But you're half girls, opposite halves of each other. And the two of you together make one whole, complete girl." And she laughed. "And that's good enough. Now hop to it!"



I got up off the stool but Lucie stopped me before my first step to Colin. "Hold up please Emily and come over here to me."



I walked over to her bed.



She looked up at me and repeated her question from just moments before. "would you be a dear and brush and comb out your brother's pigtails and see if you can have any luck tieing his ribbons in them?"



"Yeah...that's why I got up off the stool!" She made no sense.



"But you need to respond to my question properly...with a curtsey!" And she sneered at me.



"Oh hell," I howled! And she replied by simply repeating the question for yet a third time.



There were no limits to my humiliation with Lucie. I gulped and said, "yes Lucie," as I curtseyed to her.



"It's Lucinda, to you," she scolded, "now try it again!"



"Yes Lucinda," and I gave her a second curtsey.



"Much better Emily. Now see to Colleen's pigtails please!"



"Yes Lucinda," remembering to curtsey to her.



I had wondered earlier about which was worse, being a girlie girl from the neck up or from the neck down. Now I felt I had it worse. At least Colin didn't have a dress and petticoats to curtsey in.



Brushing my brother's hair was repulsive. Boys just don't do that sort of thing. Too up close and personal. It's a very natural thing for girls to do to each other, but definitely not boys. But then, this whole situation that we found ourselves in was definitely not natural. I mean, here I stood in a frilly dress, petticoats, diapers and rhumba panties; brushing my brother's pigtails and tieing ribbons in them! Perverse, to say the very least.



But I finished brushing and combing them and picked up one of the pink ribbons. Like Colin, I fumbled a bit and needed a couple of tries, but I managed to get it tied into the expected "nice, perky bow". It was easier for me, standing over Colin and doing it, than it was for him doing it himself.



As I picked up the second ribbon, I felt the rumbling inside me again and the pressure of my bladder. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. Only five past nine. Almost an hour until we'd be taken home. As I worked on the second bow, the rumbling and bladder pressure was becoming more intense. I tried squeezing my legs together, but it didn't help much. And I didn't realize it, but I was starting to fidget. So much so, apparently, that Colin glanced up at me with a very puzzled look.



And Lucie took soon notice of my fidgetting. "What's wrong Emily," she asked from her bed?



"Oh...nothing. I'm just tired from standing."



"Well get that last bow in and go back to your stool."



I finished up Colin's pigtails and sat back on the stool. Sitting did help a bit to relieve the call of nature, but not for long. Soon I was squirming in my seat.



"Emily," Lucie exclaimed, "sit still, like a proper little lady, and stop your fidgetting and squirming."



I tried, but to no avail. The pressure was just becoming too much. I was starting to get desperate. The very idea of having to wet and poop in diapers was awful enough; but having to do such a disgusting and degarding thing in front of Lucie would be unbearable. I prayed I could hold off until I got home.



When I almost fell off my stool from wiggling, Lucie cried out, "Emily, what on earth is..." And she stopped. And she thought for a moment. And a big smile came to her face, as the light bulb in her brain clicked on.



"Emily sweetie," she asked in her "mommy" voice, "do you need to use the potty?"



I frantically nodded my head up and down.



"Oh sweetheart, it's okay! Go ahead then."



"Ohhh, thank you Lucinda!" And I jumped up to make a beeline across the hall for the bathroom.



"Hold on there Emily," she called out.



"Oh sorry...I forgot," and I curtseyed to her and made for the bathroom.



"EMILY! Stop right there and look at me...just where do you think you're going???"



"To the bathroom. You said I could use the potty!"



"Ohhh...you silly, silly little sissyboy," she laughed, "have you forgotten? You're WEARING your potty!"



"Oh crap!!!" I shrieked, in total frustration and anger.



"Well of course sweetie! You can crap in your diapers. I assumed you needed to do more than just pee."



"Ahhhhh...that's not what I meant and you know it!" And I stomped my feet on the floor, which only served to make my need more urgent.



She just wickedly smiled. She was a master at tripping me up and turning my words around to taunt me.



"This is perfect. Just sooooo perfect," she gloated in satisfaction. "I get to watch your very first time wetting and pooping your diapers...the first of many to come in the next week. And many, many more after that, if you don't do as you're told!"



"I'm sorry, we're both sorry," I pleaded, with a curtsey. "Please let me use the bathroom!!!"



"Not as sorry as you're soon gonna be," she chuckled. "You're about to experience how I felt on Friday, when you and Colin caused me to wet and mess myself...now get down on your hands and knees and crawl. I want you to fill your diapers like a little baby girl!!!"



As I started to crouch down, in a cloud burst of tears, I heard Colin's voice from behind me. "That's it Lucinda, you're pushing it way too far!" And he told me to get up. And I stood up next to him.



"Well, Little Miss Pretty Bows...the mouse that roared," she mused, seemingly unphased by Colin's intervention. "Tell me Colleen...do you need your diapers changed?"



"No!"



"Are they the same diapers from this morning?"



"Yeah, so what?"



She was masterfully baiting her trap. "Well then, you surely must also need to use the potty, meaning the potty you're also wearing, of course. Perhaps you need to join your brother in answering nature's call!"



"Okay," Colin replied, in a very cavalier way.



His answer shocked the both of us and really caught Lucie off guard.



"Well...uhm...okay, and I won't make the two of you crawl," she conceded. "But I expect you to at least hold hands, like two sweet little girls would, while you do your duty in your diapers."



I looked over to Colin for a cue, but he just very determinedly stared straight ahead at Lucie. And I felt his hand tightly grip mine.



By now, time had run out for me in the battle of the bladder and bowels. And I clenched my teeth, hung my head, and squeezed Colin's hand for comfort and support. And it didn't feel too up close and personal now.



And I exploded into the seat of my diapers and then thoroughly flooded them. And in just maybe half a minute or so, after a fair amount of effort and grunting and pushing, Colin did likewise.



And the stench was horrendous of course. We were really stinking up Lucie's bedroom, which was fine by me, and I'm sure Colin too.



Lucie gagged and gasped and shouted at the top of her lungs, "oh my God! Gross!!! " And she pinched her nose and yelled, "get outta here, you're stinking up my bedroom something awful!!!"



As she raced to a window to open it, Colin sarcastically shouted, "well duh...what in the heck did you expect Lucinda?"



When we stepped into the hall, we were met by Mrs. Manette, who I guess was finally roused by all the commotion. She too gagged and gasped and pinched her nose. And she wasted no time in getting us out the backdoor and home again.



As we stepped through the screen door of the back porch, she called to us from the safe distance she'd kept from us for aromatic reasons. "Be sure to remind your aunt that I'll drop off Lucie tomorrow morning at eight thirty. I gotta go to work."



Aunt Sydney, not surprisingly, was well prepared for the inevitable. She was a nurse after all. She had everything ready and laid out for dirty diaper disposal, getting cleaned up, keeping things sanitary, and diaper changing. There was no nursery or changing table or baby stuff like that. Just the essentials.



And the cleaning us up part, thankfully would be left to us, with minor supervision from her. We'd be mortified to have her tending to our messy, stinky selves. And she probably didn't relish the idea of it either. But she would continue to diaper us as she had in the morning. She didn't trust us to do it right.



The only hitch was, we had only one bathroom with a tub and shower.



Fanning her nose, Aunt Sydney asked, "who's gonna be first?"



"Colin deserves to go first. I can wait," I told her.



"Okay Colin, off you go. And please do your very best to keep things as clean and sanitary as possible in the bathroom. Everything you need to get all squeaky clean, and to keep the bathroom clean, is in there. You two are a real mess," she sighed, "but at least neither of you seems to be leaking."



As Colin headed upstairs, Aunt Sydney asked me, "I'm sorry Emmett, but I'll have to ask you to wait your turn out on the back porch. It's screened in and it's night time, so no one will see you. You see, you really...well, you really..."



I spared her from saying it. "Yeah, I know...I really stink. I'll wait out there."



"Well take a jacket in case you get chilly."



By eleven forty five, Colin and I were squeaky clean, freshly diapered in three Depends covered with clean plastic pants (rhumbas for me naturally) and ready for bed.



As we laid in our beds, despite the horror and trauma of the day and thoughts about what lay ahead for us, we immediately started to doze off. We were exhausted.



But before I heard the all too familiar snore of Colin, I asked him, "Colin...you could have waited until we were home before you wet and pooped your diapers, couldn't you have?"



"Nah...I needed to go too...now go to sleep Em."



"Well...good night Colin...and thanks!" I knew he was lying.