Jimmy's Day of Shopping by Baby Bobby

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Jimmy's Day of Shopping, part 8

Author: Baby Bobby, May/17/2004 11:39:18 [-04]



I shrank in my seat at her stern demeanor. Having a naturally submissive character, I was easily intimidated, especially by pretty girls who were so obviously superior to me.

“You see these?” she asked as she sat up straight and thrust her chest out proudly, “sissies like you will never get to touch them, so you might as well just put them out of your mind.”

I didn’t know what to say and she resumed her work on my nails, evidently terminating the discussion. Her words stung me but I had no reason to doubt them, coming from such stunning knockout like her. Still, I had nothing else to look at besides my babyish reflection in the mirror so I found myself watching her instead.

Even though her rebuke hurt me, I couldn’t help admiring her every feature. Her silky blonde hair cascaded gently over her shoulders, her cute button of a nose, and the dark glossy lipstick shimmered on her sensual lips.

I could tell she had a thin waist and it only accentuated her generous bustline. What I would give to reach over and fondle them, I mused, but I might just as well wish to catch the moon.

Barbie soon finished my nails and began applying a very light layer of foundation to my face. At first, I pulled back, not wanting to look anymore girlish than I already did.

“Do you need a spanking Sissy?” she said sharply.

“No Ma’am,” I replied in defeat.

“Then settle down. I’m only doing this for your own good.”

I wondered what good she was referring to and once again, she seemed to be reading my mind.

“Sissies like you need to be shown to the rest of the world as you truly are, simpering, effeminate, swishy little pansies,” she explained as she spread the make up over my face.

“Pucker up,” she ordered me curtly, as she unrolled a stick of Bonny Bell bubble gum pink lipstick and applied it generously to my pouting lips. First one coat, then a second, and then frustratingly, a third coat before she was satisfied. I was forced to cooperate or else I’d get a big pink stripe across my cheek.

Next, she brushed on a light application of pink blusher to my cheeks and an almost imperceptible amount of peach colored eye shadow.

“There, all set!” she said proudly.

“Aren’t you a little darling,” she said mockingly.

”Can I go now?” I asked meekly.

“Not yet Sissy. Let me get your mommy so you don’t cry,” she replied.

My mom came over and thanked Barbie profusely for her help, tipping her well for her efforts.

“Take a good look at yourself Jimmy,” my mom said as she faced me towards the full length wall mirror, “take a look at the big sissy you’ve become.”

I fought back tears as I gazed at my reflection, my bulging pink diapers easily visible beneath the layers of my ruffled party dress, my girlish knee socks and mary janes, the big pink bows in my pigtails, and lastly, the glossy pink lipstick and blush that shouted out to the world that I was nothing but a big sissy. Tears spilled down my cheeks and my shoulders began to shake with sobs.

“Awww…poor little baby,” Barbie said with mock concern, “I think he just wants his bottle.”

My mom, ever prepared, retrieved another full baby bottle of milk and handed it to the shapely beautician. She leaned over and while affording me another view of her cleavage, she coaxed the rubber nipple of the bottle between my quivering pink lips.

“There, there Baby,” she said soothingly, “suc-k your wittle ba-ba.”

The other girls giggled and gathered around us, a couple reaching down to squeeze the thick seat of my plastic pantied bottom. If I was looking for sympathy, I certainly wasn’t going to be getting any today.

“Jimmy, I want you to thank Barbie for making you up so prettily,” my mom instructed me.

Eyes downcast, I mumbled out barely audible thanks.

My mom’s arms swooped down and swatted the padded seat of my diapers, making me jump.

“No, that won’t do at all,” she said dissatisfied, “thank Barbie here for completing your sissy makeover.”

I swallowed hard as I paused in front of all the beauticians surrounding me and considered what another trip across my mom’s lap would feel like.

“Th-thank you,” I stumbled uncertainly.

My mom nudged me in the ribs indicating I wasn’t finished.

“Fo-for completing my sissy makeover,” I sobbed shamefully.

The girls all giggled at my recital and Barbie pushed the bottle back into my mouth.

“Anytime Sissykins. Come on back when you get potty trained,” she remarked derisively.

Amidst more giggles and laughter, we left the shop and my mom put me in the backseat again. By now, my bladder was bursting with all the milk I had been forced to drink and the bumps we drove over were torture. The last thing I wanted to do was to wet my diapers to the degree where they’d need changing-my mom would probably do it in the most public place possible. So I just thought I’d just try and relieve a little of the pressure by letting out a tiny trickle.

Relaxing ever so slightly, I felt a small stream of pee flow into my diaper. But all of a sudden, the car hit another bump and I lost what little control I had. Before I could stop it, I quickly soaked the front of my diaper and my bladder hurt when I tried to hold back the rest. With depressing certainty, I realized that by now, there would be no concealing my wetness if mom should check me so I went ahead and just let it flow.

For the second time today, I flooded my diapers, squirming in my seat as the warm pee drenched the front and then began seeping down between my legs. As I sat there, getting used to the warm wetness surrounding me, I felt the pee soaking into my seat, clinging miserably to my cheeks.

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Jimmy's Day of Shopping, The End
Author: Baby Bobby, May/18/2004 12:34:43 [-04]

Another bottle of milk later, we pulled up in front of my aunt's house. Once again, the empty bottle was replaced with my pacifier and I was taken inside. My heavy diapers sagged under the weight and I tried to hold them in place without my mom noticing.
"Hello Jimmy!" my aunt greeted me enthusiastically. She came forward and hugged me tightly, mashing my face against her big breasts which I didn't mind too much. For a moment, I remembered last night on her bed while I suc-kled from her boobs and had that wonderful orgasm. I wondered if she was still wearing the same sexy bra she had on then.
"You're just in time, come on inside," she urged us as she lead us through the door.
I wondered what she was referring to when I waddled in and saw her sewing machine out and various pieces of cloth laying about. At the end of her coffee table was what looked like a short stack of rhumba panties, silky and lace covered in pinks and whites.
"Hey Sis," she said to my mom, "just look at these scrumptious creations I've finished."
My mom's face lit up as she picked up each pair of ruffled panties and examined them.
"Perfect. Just perfect," she exclaimed, clearly impressed.
"Let's try them on him!" aunt Susie suggested eagerly.
Picking one at random, my mom held up a pink pair of silky panties, with three rows of sassy ruffles adorning the backside. Gathering the leg holes in her hands, she held them down for me to step into. I knew better than to argue with her and bracing myself against her shoulders, I stepped carefully into the leg holes, trying not snag them with my mary janes. My mom pulled them up my legs but she paused when she got them mid-thigh.
“Jimmy? Have you wet your diapers, again?” she asked accusingly.
My lips quivered in shame.
“Y-yes Mommy,” I mumbled.
“Well you’re just going to have wear these for now, because I don’t have any fresh diapers for you until we get home,” she said sternly.
With that, she continued hitching the rhumba panties up and over my bulging diapers and plastic panties while I looked away in embarrassment.
"They're just darling!" she announced, "absolutely darling!"
"Thank you," aunt Susie replied, obviously pleased with herself, "don't you just LOVE the cute ruffles I put around the leg holes? They give him such a dainty look."
"Oh definately! They really dress up his outfit," she concurred.
"Try these," she offered, holding forth a pair of white and baby blue lace covered panties, “I thought these would go great with a little sailor suit."
"You must have been reading my mind!" my mom burst out, "we're getting a wonderful sailor suit made up for him right now."
I pouted helplessly as she pulled down the first pair of rhumba panties and snaked the other up in its place. The panties fit snugly and they had the added effect of holding the wet cloth of my diapers right up against my skin. I felt so babyish and frustrated I wanted to cry.
"How CUTE!" she commented happily.
Lastly, she had me put on a pair of frilly pink panties in a sparkly material with white lace accenting it.
"These look like dance panties, don't they?" my aunt asked.
"Yes, it makes me want to enter him into a dance class," my mom chuckled.
"Why not teach him some steps right here? Just for our own amusement?" aunt Susie asked.
"Why not?" my mom quickly agreed, "why let such fabulous panties go to waste?"
"Jimmy, I want you to do a twirl for us. Hold your arms up and your hands like this," she instructed me, showing me how she wanted me to hold my hands up in a sissyish pose.
I twirled around but without too much enthusiasm to which my mom regarded me sternly.
"Jimmy? Do I need to re-warm that bottom of yours?" she asked. To emphasis her threat, she reached into the diaper bag and produced my paddle.
"Uh-um!" I whimpered through my pacifier as I shook my head vigorously.
"Then twirl around like you mean it!" she ordered me.
I twirled around on my tip toes, holding my hands out and up like a sissy ballerina. The hem of my dress lifted up obligingly, exposing my frilly rhumba panties gaily.
They both clapped eagerly at my performance until a knock at the door interrupted them.
"Oh!" Aunt Susie remarked, "that's probably the babysitter I wanted you to meet," she told my mom. "She's a friend of a friend, who comes highly recommended and can keep an eye on Jimmy when you're away."
"Great! That was very kind of you to find someone on such short notice."
"Not at all," my aunt answered as she walked to the door.
"Her only stipulation was that she be able to discipline Jimmy however she sees fit," she said from over her shoulder.
"Sounds like my kind of babysitter," my mom agreed.
My aunt opened up the door and let a tall, but young female inside, ushering her into the living room where we were waiting.
Oh no!! My jaw dropped open in panic as I recognized who it was.
It was Melissa from my school!


THE END