Once a Sissy, Always a Sissy

[Baby_Bobby]

Once a Sissy, Always a Sissy

by Baby Bobby

(Author's note; this is the sixth story in the Jimmy series, for those of you who have been following along :D )



   As I sat on the bus making it's way across town, I fidgeted nervously, pondering the events that had led me to this point. Last week, my first and only serious girlfriend had kicked me out of her apartment after she had caught me masturbating again.

   Things had not gone too well for me with Jenny, starting with her discovery of my pen-is, or rather, the lack of one, in her eyes. I suppose I had been in denial about my diminutive weiner, which had never really grown much since I was in the second grade. It still was little more than a stub, even when it was erect, and it's diameter was about that of my pinky finger. Of course, it didn't help things that I was a premature ejaculator as well. These things all conspired to bring a my relationship with Jenny into a downward spiral and she immediately stopped giving me any sexual attention of any kind. At the same time, she started treating me more and more like a little boy but I guess I was so used to being dominated by strong women all my life that I just went along with it.

   Two weeks ago, she informed me of her intention to start dating other men. When I protested, she responded by pulling me over her lap and spanking me with her hairbrush until I was sobbing like a baby. I should have left right then and there but I couldn't. I guess I've always been weak willed and I kept rationalizing why I should stay with her so I just learned to accept the situation.

    However, since I wasn't getting any sexual gratification from her, I became increasingly horny and masturbation was the only relief I could get. One day while I thought she'd be away for a while, I found one of her Victoria's Secret catalogs lying around. No sooner were my underwear in a circle around my ankles and I was readying myself for some badly needed relief, when Jenny barged in with one of her new boyfriends. To make a short story even shorter, she lost no time in yanking me over her lap and spanking the daylights out of me with her hairbrush again--in front of her boyfriend no less! After that, she kicked me out permanently and I was forced to walk all the way back to my mom's house.

   The masturbation episode was the last straw for Jenny and immediately after had she kicked me out, she called my mom up and told her everything, telling her I was nothing more than an immature sissy who needed his mommy. Needless to say, my mom was anything but pleased when I got home. I knew that for sure when she met me at the door with the paddle in her hands. She dragged me inside and after tearing my pants down, proceeded to give me my second blistering spanking of the day.

   After a good cry and a 'time out', with my nose pressed into the corner and my trousers gathered around my ankles, my mom returned to the living room with a suitcase in her hand.

   "Jimmy," she said with great deliberation, "I've tried to do my best to raise you to be a decent young man. Apparently, I've failed in my task so it's time for someone else to have a crack at the job.
   "I'm sending you to live with my friend Vanessa who lives on the other side of town," she informed me stonily.

   "V-Vanessa?" I asked shakily as I rubbed my stinging bottom that was still bared and red as an apple.
   "That's right Jimmy, Vanessa. I trust her completely and I know she can handle a grown up sissy like you."




   Now, as I sat on the bus, still shifting uncomfortably in my seat because of the duel spankings, I pondered my new living arrangement.
   I hadn't seen Vanessa for years, not since I was kid, although I still remembered her with a strange mixture of arousal and humiliation. She had treated me to my first and only sexual experience when she had allowed me to nurse from her wonderful, massive bre ( " at " ) sts. Everytime I thought about it, my tiny pecker stirred and my heartbeat quickened. Back then, Vanessa had been a total babe, with an unbelievable body. I had been ten and she was in her mid-twenties which would make her mid-thirties now.

   What did she look like now, I wondered. Maybe she'd let herself go and gained a million pounds, I thought absently. Maybe she was wrinkled and ugly, or just plain dumpy looking...

   I would know very soon, I realized as the bus took me steadily closer to her home. If she was good looking, I was determined to show her the new me. Now that I was twenty and all grown up, I was in a position to be able to talk with her as an equal. This time, she wouldn't be changing my diapers, and this time, maybe we could even go out on dates! I knew I was getting ahead of myself but I couldn't help fantasizing with my memories of her. I pictured myself taking her to an elegant restaurant, and then back to her house, where I'd ravish her and kiss her wonderful bosom. Ah, if only I could make that happen!

   The bus finally lurched to a stop outside a wealthy gated community and I took my suitcase and got out, introducing myself at the guard shack. The sentry let me in and gave me directions for the short walk to Vanessa's house. Evidently, she had done very well for herself since I had known her, as was quickly becoming apparent by the expensive homes I was walking by. Holding the paper in my hands with her address written on it, I came at last to her house. It was quite impressive, with a Mercedes parked out front in the driveway and a fancy hedge surrounding the large yard.

   Walking up the stone pathway, I rang the doorbell, with butterflies in my stomach. In the silence of the neighborhood, I could hear the clicking of high heels as they approached the door on the other side. My heart immediately began beating harder when the door suddenly opened.

   A young woman of about eighteen, dressed in a french maid's outfit stood framed in the doorway and she took my breath away. She wore 5" high heel black patent leather pumps, dark silky hose that showed off her fabulous, long legs, a very, very short black skirt that flared out over a white ruffled petticoat and a low cut white blouse, revealing a pair of beautiful bre ( " at " ) sts that were pushed up into a mouth watering cleavage. She had a dark choker around her neck and her long brown hair was pulled back from her gorgeous face. As I stared up at her green, piercing eyes, my mouth opened and I tried to stammer out some sort of greeting.

   She was the kind of girl who was quite aware of her beauty and despite her veneer of politeness, she looked down on me with obvious superiority and confidence, making me wilt in return.
   "I'm-uh, ah, I'm...my name is, ah,-" I babbled incoherently.

   "Jimmy," she said sweetly as she broke into a smile that just about knocked me over.
   "Er, Jim...is my name," I said, trying to correct her.
   "Come in, we've been expecting you," she said as she stood back to let me in.

   I stepped up into the house and was led into a fancy living room, lavishly appointed with furniture and art that looked like it cost a lot of money. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the maid walking in behind me, her long sexy legs competing for my attention as well as her exciting bre ( " at " ) sts.

   "My name is Barbie," she said softly, making me want to melt, "I'll inform Vanessa you're here."
   I was totally captivated by this young, sexy beauty and I nearly drooled as she turned around and stode into the other room, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

   This was going to be great! I thought to myself as I pondered the best method to flirt with this knockout. Somehow, I had to put my experiences with Jenny behind me and score with Barbie at the soonest possible opportunity.

[Anonymous]

   My mind was still reeling from the possibilities when I heard two sets of high heels coming my way. Standing up, I saw the tall, familiar figure of Vanessa come around the corner and my jaw dropped for a second time. Far from having put on the pounds, my former babysitter was awesome in every way! She wore a semi-sheer white blouse that looked like it was about to burst open from her massive cups, held in check only by a lacy white demi bra that could plainly be seen underneath. She had unbuttoned the first three buttons of the blouse which gave me a view of the deep line of cleavage that disappeared down between her incredible bre ( " at " ) sts where they were pushing against each other.



   Below that, she had on a beige skirt that came down to a few inches above her knees, which hugged her slim form very nicely. Her high heeled open toed sandals revealed her immaculately manicured toenails.



   I had forgotten how tall she was and when she came over to hug me, she mashed her big bosom against my chin, smothering me in a wonderful, erotic embrace. I was ready to die and go to heaven!



   "Jimmy!" she said cheerfully, "you're all grown up now."

   "Uh-huh," I said as I relaxed within her strong embrace.

   "Last time I saw you, you were still in diapers," she commented with a knowing smile.



   I blushed deeply, hoping she wouldn't elaborate any further in front of Barbie, who I hoped was still unaware of my long and drawn out childhood that had been filled with diapers up until the age of fourteen.

   "Er, a lot of things have changed since then, Vanessa," I said meakly.



   "Well, we'll see," she said with a smile as she patted my bottom affectionately.

   I wasn't sure what to make of that comment but in my fog of arousal, I brushed it off without further thought.



   "Come upstairs, I'll show you your room," she said to me.

   Barbie wandered off elsewhere and we climbed the curving steps that led to her upper floor.



   My eyes were glued to Vanessa's saucy bottom and her smooth, slender legs atop her high heels as she slowly ascended the stairway.



   "This sure is a nice place," I said in wonderment, trying to ease my excited tension from being in such close contact with two total babes.



   "Thank you, I'm an investment banker for a financial institution here in town," she informed me.

   She sure didn't look like any banker I'd ever met, I thought to myself.



   She led me into the first door on the right which was a softly lit room, appointed in a very feminine fashion, but which was very typical of Vanessa. It was more girly than I would have liked but who was I to complain about free room and board?



   I sat on the four poster bed and recognized immediately the sound and feel of a vinyl mattress cover under my rump. Why would that be here? I wondered.



   For my fifteenth birthday, my mom had given me several pairs of training panties, to replace my daily diapers although I was still having a problem at night. By the time I was sixteen, I finally stopped wetting the bed although my mom still insisted I wear diapers and plastic panties to bed for another year, just to be sure. Had she said something to Vanessa, I asked myself. Again, I decided not to say anything about it. Maybe it was from someone else who had stayed here.



   "I'll just let you unpack your things, Jimmy. I run a pretty informal place here and Barbie usually eats dinner with us. That'll be about six o'clock," she told me as she stood with her hands on her curvy hips.



   "Okay, thanks Vanessa," I said, trying studiously to avoid staring at her b**bs.

   "It's good to see you again, Jimmy," she said smiling, as she bent down and kissed me on the cheek, leaving the impression from her lipstick there while I blushed furiously.



   "Me too," I stammered, feeling foolish and inadequate all over again.

   After Vanessa left, I struggled to get my runaway libido under conrol and settle down, even though I wanted badly to sit down and diddle myself with the images of Vanessa and Barbie swimming through my head.



   I began opening drawers to put my stuff away. I froze when I opened the top drawer which revealed a stout, oval shaped wooden paddle, with a double line of holes going down it's length. I looked at like it was a cobra and my stomach tightened into a knot, my mind imagining it slapping my bottom while I was made to bend over Vanessa's lovely lap. I shuddered involuntarily and closed the drawer.



   I filled the second and third drawers with my clothes but then got another shock when I opened the bottom drawer. It was the tallest of the group and it was filled with stacks of soft, cloth diapers. On the right side of the drawer were stacks of plastic panties, in various pastel colors of pink, yellow, peach and lilac. With my heart pounding in my chest, I picked up one of the panties to check it's size. Maybe they were for a kid, I hoped. My hope dwindled when I saw they were right in my size. Frantically, I threw it back and closed the drawer quickly. I could only hope and pray those weren't intended for me although I had a nagging suspicion they were.







   

   Dinner went well and I forgot about the diapers as Barbie showed that she was as good a cook as I'd ever experienced. We sat around talking until about nine when Vanessa drew me a bath and invited me to make use of whatever I needed. I relaxed in her tub and it seemed all my troubles had gone away as I soaked in comfort. Finally, when I was finished, I dried off and went back into my room, my towel wrapped around me. Vanessa was waiting for me there, with her back to me, and when she stood back up to face me, my mouth dropped open in shock. There, laid on the bed, was a changing pad, three diapers in a stack, pins, baby powder, and pink plastic panties.



   "I thought I'd help you get ready for bed," she offered very matter-of-factly, as if it were nothing in the world.

   "Huh?" I exclaimed, "but I don't wear diapers anymore!"



   "Now Jimmy, it's been a long day and I think we both know this is better for both of us. This mattress was twenty five hundred dollars and I don't want to take any chances," she explained patiently.



   My heart sank as I realized that Vanessa's perception of me hadn't changed at all in the last ten years. To her, I was still a bedwetting child who needed to be fastened up into his diapers every night.



   "But-but, I really don't need them," I tried to tell her.

   "I'm sure you don't," she said, although her tone of voice clearly said otherwise, "but I think for tonight, we'll just be sure, okay Honey?"



   I hated being talked to like I was four year old, especially now that I was an adult.

   "But-I-I," I tried to protest as she removed my towel.

   "Hush, Baby," she said soothingly as she lowered my nude form over the stack of diapers.



   I blushed beet red as my bottom came into contact with the bunny soft cloth underneath me. All the more so since she could now see my tiny pen-is plainly sticking up like a tan crayon. Looking down at it, she giggled and put her hand to her mouth to try and hide her amusement. I blushed even redder and Vanessa bent forward, her huge bre ( " at " ) sts swinging before me, mesmerizing me like a form of hypnosis.



   "It'll be our little secret," she assured me as she took a handful of diaper rash creme and began smoothing it across my bottom. I bit my lip in embarrassment as she looked into my eyes while she did this most intimate procedure. When she had coated it with a thick, sticky layer, she rubbed her creamy fingers down my slippery crack, sending erotic shivers coursing through me. Baby powder followed and she wasn't stingy with it as she covered my crotch and between my thighs with the softly scented powder, making a cloud rise up around me. Humming to herself, she drew up the thick cloth between my legs and pulled the ends together at my side.



   "This is just like old times, isn't it, Honey?" she said as she smiled down at me while she pinned the diapers shut with pink duckie pins.



   "Uh-hm," I said, too embarrassed to return her look. I felt like I was ten years old all over again, having my diapers changed by my beautiful babysitter.



   Shaking out the shiny pink plastic panties, she gathered the leg holes and then began snaking them up my legs. When she reached the base of my diaper, I lifted up my bottom obediantly as she tugged the panties up and over the fat diapers, circling around my hips several times with her manicured finger nails as she worked the panties over the big, bulging diaper.



   "This should hold you 'til morning," she said, obviously satisfied as she snapped the elastic waistband with a flourish.



   I blushed again while she held me close to her and hugged me, bringing my face into close contact once more with the softness of her big bre ( " at " ) sts. I breathed in the intoxicating scent of her skin and perfume and my head swam with desire, despite the intense feelings of humiliation that were washing over me.



   After a moment, she stood up and pulled the sheets back, beckoning me to get in bed.



   "Nighty-nite, Jimmy," she said, "sleep tight, Baby."

   I waddled over to the bed and got in, the all too familiar feeling of thick padding between my legs and embracing my hips. As I moved around, the noisy vinyl sheets reminded me of their presence and I felt so childish that Vanessa couldn't trust me in her bed without diapers and waterproof sheets.



   With another kiss on the cheek, she turned and left the room, shutting out the lights as she went.

   I sat there, staring up at the ceiling, wondering if I'd ever be treated like an adult.

[Anonymous]

   That night, I had troubled sleep.

   My dreams were filled with humiliation and visions of when I was ten. I was wandering around Vanessa's house in a pink party dress and diapers, desperately trying to find my babysitter. I looked in every room but I couldn't find her anywhere. All of a sudden, Brittany showed up from out of nowhere and she had a mean look on her face. I was terrified of her after all she had subjected me to, and my only response was to flood my diapers in a wild panic. She laughed mockingly at me and then she dragged me out into the living room where everyone had gathered. They all laughed at my appearance and made humiliating comments to me which only made me pee my diapers worse and that's when I started crying like a baby. Suddenly, Brittany was approaching me with the paddle in her hands, a determined look on her face.



   "Now I'm really going to give you something to cry about," she said as she grabbed me roughly by the wrist.

   "Nooooooo!!!" I cried.









   Suddenly I awoke with a start.

   Warm sunshine was streaming in through the lace curtains and I realized it was morning already. With a shock, I also became instantly aware of the soggy wet mass within my plastic panties--the all too familiar feel of soaked diapers.



   Oh no!

   I glanced up at the door and saw it was slightly ajar. I could hear voices nearby in the hall and I recognized them as Vanessa and Barbie. What was I to do? I looked around the room thinking maybe I could stash the diapers somewhere but then what? My mind raced as I tried to concoct a plan but I just couldn't think straight.



   Then, suddenly without notice, Vanessa came into the room. She was wearing a short, white halter top that hugged her big, bountiful bre ( " at " ) sts showing every curve in the most delightful manner. They seemed to be spilling out of the top and her spaghetti straps looked strained to hold her bosom in. A smile was on her face as she came in and stood next to the bed, bending over to greet me.



   "How's my little baby?" she asked as she started pulling the covers back, "did you have a dry night?"

   Despite the fact that I was being treated to the most fantastic view known to Man, my mouth went dry and I clutched at the blankets with an iron grip, panic overwhelming me.



   "Come on, Jimmy," she said as she pulled downwards against my efforts, "I just want to check your diapers, Honey."



   "Uh-uh," I pleaded but she tricked me. Instead of pulling downwards, she switched her grip and simply lifted up from the side, exposing my bare legs and diapers competely. Dropping the blankets, I threw my hands down in a futile attempt to hide the wet diapers from her.



   Vanessa looked at them and then shook her head at me.

   "Looks to me like you haven't quite outgrown the need for your diapers, have you, Jimmy?" she said as she crossed her arms over her ample chest. This time, she was no longer smiling.



   "I-I don't know what happened," I said haltingly, "I think I-I had an accident."

   Vanessa turned away and without a word, started pulling diapering supplies out of the dresser. In silence, she began arranging the items on the changing pad she'd laid out and It was becoming obvious that she was going to put me back into another pair of diapers for the day. That was something I just couldn't tolerate. I was twenty years old, for crying out loud! I didn't need diapers, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let Barbie see me wearing them.



   Pulling me out of the bed by my wrist, Vanessa stood me up so she could pull my plastic panties down.

   "No way!" I shouted defiantly and I pushed her away belligerently.



   All of a sudden, the room swam before my eyes and I found myself on the floor, facing up at Vanessa while stars rang around me. My head was pounding where it had hit the floor.



   "Try that again and you'll really be sorry," she said, as she towered over me with her hands on her hips and her legs spread slightly apart. I don't know where she learned karate but I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I launched myself at her, only to go crashing against the far wall where she had deftly flung me like a ragdoll.



   "Okay...okay...I give up," I mumbled as I rubbed my aching head.

   Vanessa grabbed my wrist again and she pulled me over to the bed, sitting down calmly as she hitched up her skirt.



   "Vanessa? Is everything okay?"

   My head jerked up to see Barbie, staring at me in my pink plastic panties and wet diapers, standing next to Vanessa, and my face turned three shades of purple.



   "Can I get you anything?" she asked out of concern.

   "Yes. Can you open that top drawer and get me the paddle? I have a naughty little boy here who's wet his diapers and needs a spanking." Vanessa told her firmly.



   Barbie giggled and walked into the room. She was wearing a similar french maid outfit again with another pair of black stilletto heels and short mini-skirt. Reaching into the drawer, she took the wooden paddle and handed it over to Vanessa.



   "This situation should be very familiar," she said as she peeled my clinging pink plastic panties down my legs. I whimpered in fear as I held her gaze for a moment, the look of a little boy who knows he's about to get a blistering spanking from a strong woman. My knees went suddenly weak and I felt unsteady on my feet. I glanced down at her two massive b**bs jiggling within her top, then at the wooden paddle in her hand, and finally, into her dark, determined eyes. Once again, Vanessa had defeated me with diapers and now she was going to reduce me to a bawling crybaby in front of this beautiful girl.



   With an abruptness that I wasn't expecting, she yanked me across her lap and I landed with a wet squish. Looking over my right shoulder at Barbie, I whimpered meekly as Vanessa unpinned my saturated diapers, pulling them back between my legs. Drops of pee were dewed upon my bottom cheeks and the room filled with the humiliating smell of urine. I could feel the blood going all the way to my ears as I was overcome with shame.



   "Well, well, Jimmy. I guess once a sissy, always a sissy, hmm?" she said as she readied her spanking arm.



   I stared down at her high heels and sexy calves but before I could utter a response, the paddle seared itself onto my damp bottom.



   SMACKKK!!!

   "OW-WOW-WOW-WAHH!!!!" my eyes shot open and I cried at the top of my voice.



   SMACKK!! SMACKK!!! SLAPPP!!

   I immediately started bawling like a baby, kicking my feet frantically within the confines of my damp plastic panties.



   SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!!!

   The paddle landed three times in quick, stinging succession. I screwed my eyes shut and gasped for air as I beat the floor with my fists. This woman could spank!



   WHAPP! SMACKK!! CRACKK!!

   "WAHHHH!! WAAAAHHHHH!!" I cried, my voice sounding high pitched and girlish.



   Tears streamed down my face and I sobbed uncontrollably. I didn't make any attempt to get off Vanessa's lap because she was far too strong for me anyway. I knew this spanking would end only when she was ready for it to end.

   SMACKK!! THWACK!! SMACKKK!!!



   "AH-HA-WAHH!!" I blubbered.

   My legs kicked and kicked while the hard wooden paddle rained down again and again on my dampened rump, always right on target. She delivered each stinging slap with the impact of a squash player, causing me to buck wildly across her silky thighs. I felt so pathetic, bent over this beautiful woman's lap, my wet diapers now exposed to both of them, while she slapped my sissy bottom repeatedly with her paddle. I had wanted so badly to impress my pretty babysitter from ten years ago and now, I was right back where I started, getting a good hard spanking while I cried like a baby girl.



   WHAPP!! SMACKK!! THWAPPP!!

   Each angry slap from the paddle landed crisply, delivering more stinging pain to my already punished cheeks. When the face of each had been spanked a shiny, ruby red, she turned her attention to the sides, whapping and slapping them mercilessly while I wriggled helpessly beneath her. My soft, tender bottom was paddled to a glowing, fiery blaze, which prickled like a panty full of red coals.



   After what seemed was an eternity, she finally stopped and handed the paddle back to Barbie.



   I was too weak to get up, and I sobbed and cried, my chest heaving as she helped me to my feet. I hid my face in my hands in shame while I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The heat emenating off my bottom could've cooked an egg and I howled miserably. I could only imagine what Barbie was thinking of me as she discovered what a miniscule pee-wee I had, which was mostly hidden within my modest bush.



   Vanessa took several baby wipes and cleaned her thighs of the pee that had touched her legs until she was satisfied it was clean again. Standing up, she re-arranged my fresh diapers, a stack of three that had a soaker pad sewn down the middle. Taking my hand, she gently shifted me over and sat me down on the diapers, which caused me to erupt into a fresh torrent of tears. From out of my field of view, she brought a big pink pacifier over and pushed it between my quivering lips. I sobbed loudly as I accepted it meekly, feeling like a baby all over again.



   Vanessa shook her head as she went about her business, smearing my bright red bottom with more diaper rash ointment while I cried shamelessly. Several good shakes of the powder followed, after which she pulled up my diapers and secured them closed with pink bunny diaper pins. I looked away in humiliated misery as she snaked a pair of pink nursery print waterproof panties up my shaking legs, tugging them over the fat diaper without regard to my feelings of shame.



   Barbie stood silently watching all this, her hands on her hips, no doubt amazed at what a big baby I was.

   When Vanessa was done, she stood up and looked down at me, an immensely satisfied look on her beautiful face.



   "Okay, Jimmy. It's time we got a few things straight," she started.

   She looked so strong and powerful, with her dark penetrating eyes, the firm look on her face, her big bre ( " at " ) sts thrusting out proudly, and her tall, imposing stature. I knew I would never cross her again. She was right--nothing had changed between us--she was still the all-powerful figure that would hold sway over my life, changing my diapers when needed and spanking my bottom when that was what I needed.



   "First off, your mommy sent you over to me because she was fed up with you. She said you were an immature little sissy and I'm in complete agreement with her."



   I hung my head in shame as she revealed her true feelings about me.

   "It is apparent that you need a firm hand to give you the discipline you so obviously lack. I will be that firm hand," she said, her voice like bands of steel.



   "You will wear diapers from now on, since you can't be trusted without them. If you need to be changed, either I or Barbie will do it for you. You are not to touch your diapers by yourself, under any circ-umstances, do you understand me?" she said pointedly.



   I nodded my head sadly and was rewarded with a hard slap to my face.

   "OWWW!!" I cried out.

   "You will address me as 'Ma'am' from now on, do you understand??" she demanded.



   "Y-y-yes M-Ma'am," I whimpered fearfully as I rubbed my stinging cheek.

   "You will also address Barbie as Ma'am. Is that understood?"

   "Yes Ma'am," I responded quickly.



   Barbie was smiling wickedly at me but there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

   "Good. Then gather your wet diapers and put them in the washing machine. Barbie will show you how to do laundry around here. We have a clothesline in the backyard where you can hang your plastic panties up to dry.



   "I will have a further list of chores for you but for now, you can start with the laundry," she said as she turned to go.

   "Oh, by the way," she said as she turned back to face me, "my lingerie needs to be hand washed. And don't get any ideas about wearing the panties--they won't fit over your diapers and I don't want you stretching them out trying."



   I blushed from the humiliation of her insinuation while Barbie smiled back at me.

   After Vanessa left the room, Barbie crossed over and slapped my thickly padded bottom.



   "C'mon Diaper boy. I'll show you where to get started."

[Anonymous]

   During the next several weeks, I began getting accustomed to my new status under Vanessa's rules. I found her to be a lot more strict than I remembered and she, along with Barbie, enforced her domain with an iron hand (and a hard wooden paddle). I was made to go to bed at 9 pm sharp, my tv time and usage were severly restricted, I was required to take afternoon naps, I had to ask for my diapers to be taken down so I could use the toilet, and my list of chores seemed to grow daily.



   Barbie, while being the official maid of the house, was only too happy to have me assume her duties, with her watching and supervising my efforts. She barely talked to me except to tell me something wasn't clean enough or that it wasn't up to her standards.



   I, on the other hand, couldn't keep my eyes off her. I never missed an opportunity to watch her walk and it didn't matter if she was coming or going, she looked fabulous either way. Her short, poofy mini-skirt tended to bounce and sway with her saucy bottom as she strode around and I noticed that when she walked, she put one high heeled foot in front of the other, sashaying like a model down a runway. Of course, she was certainly good looking enough to be a model although I don't know if she was or not. She had shapely, sexy legs that never failed to stimulate whether she was wearing black hose or fishnets, as was sometimes the case. I don't know why Vanessa required her to dress so sexily, I only knew I loved it.



   Of course, I would have loved it more if she felt the same way about me, but that was hardly the case. She was all business with me and never spared me a glance, unless she thought I was staring at her too much. She had slapped me several times when she had caught me ogling her fantastic legs or her luscious bre ( " at " ) sts and she had threatened worse if I didn't stop. Nonetheless, that didn't prevent me from watching her secretly as she moved about the house and just seeing her move was enough to make me become aroused. She liked to recline on the sofa and put her feet up on the coffee table while she made me vacc-um the house. I would steal glances at her sexily crossed legs, admiring her stilletto heels from whatever vantage point I was at.



   Even when she changed my diapers, she was strictly business with me. I suspect she'd never have touched me if she hadn't been specifically required by Vanessa to do so while she was at work. She did a rather rushed job of it, making me pull my wet diapers off and deposit them in the hamper while she hurried me through the rest of my changing. In her haste, she sometimes stuck me with the diaper pins and she never apologized for it. More often, she chided me for being such a big baby and she scolded me telling me that if I were a real man, I wouldn't be wearing diapers anyway. Of course, it was one of the few times where I could stare at her bre ( " at " ) sts without being slapped since they hung right in front of my face as she was changing me. I figured she was about a 36D by the look of them and she never failed to dress in such a way that they were displayed in the most erotic way. With her sexy push-up bras, the upper halves of her bre ( " at " ) sts were lifted up into two glorious mounds of smooth, youthful flesh, tempting me daily with their perky splendor. Her tops were always low cut so that when she bent over to powder me and pull up my diapers, I was treated to a fabulous view down the front of her blouse, allowing me to see the center of her bra and sometimes the lace of her cups when I was lucky. My little weiner often rose to the occasion although the sight of it only brought laughter and disdain from Barbie. She'd often pinch it painfully and laugh, showing me her perfect set of teeth between her delectable, full lips as she told me such a tiny pen-is belonged wrapped in a thick baby's diaper, rather than be free for adult use.



   Being in such close proximity to two such sexy babes kept me in a perpetual state of arousal. It didn't help matters that Vanessa bought the softest possible diapers to keep me in and they conspired to caress my wee-wee all day and night in a torturously erotic embrace. The trouble was that I was rarely left alone so my opportunities for relieving myself were few and far between. Vanessa had made it quite clear that there would be serious consequences if she caught me touching myself and I didn't doubt her for a second. However, working in the same house with the young and sexy Barbie day after day kept me constantly horny and frustrated.



   Once, while I was dusting in Vanessa's bedroom, I came across a framed picture of her in a bikini. Even at first glance, it set my heart beating wildly and my pee wee twitched inside its baby soft prison. Picking it up, I gazed longingly at her incredible curves, the sensual shape of her hips and thighs, her smooth, supple skin, the way the strings of her bikini bottom tied at the side, but more than anything, her big, beautiful boobs that were straining at her top. Words cannot begin to describe the glorious shape of her full, round bre ( " at " ) sts, barely contained in the small stretched triangles of the thin fabric of her bikini top. I marvelled at the perfection of her bosom and as I did, my little weiner began to grow, quickly attaining its full length of (almost) two inches.



   By reflex, my free hand went down to stroke it over the cushiony padding of my diaper. Along with super fluffy, triple thick cloth diapers, Vanessa also bought the softest plastic panties and my efforts brought about an immediate reaction. My breathing quickened as I stroked the bunny soft, thick cotton padding and let my eyes linger over the bikini bound image of my governess. Darting my eyes at the door, I saw no sign of Barbie and I sat down on the bed to provide myself with some badly needed relief. In no time at all, I was swimming in ecstasy, my eyes mesmerized by Vanessa's angelic body.



   I knew I was taking a tremendous risk, but I couldn't help myself. My diapers felt so caressingly soft and Vanessa's picture was so sexy. Looking at her pretty face, I could easily imagine what she'd do if she caught me in here but I was quickly rising to a blinding climax.



   Being a premature ejaculator, I came quickly and I splashed my little load of jizz into my waiting diapers. I panted deliriously from the orgasm and gulped at the intensity of it, my head spinning wildly. No sooner did I set the picture back down on the table when Barbie came around the corner.



   "What are you doing sitting around?" she demanded, "get to work! When you've finished in here, I've got another list for you to start."



   With my face a bright red, I bolted up and murmured a quick 'yes Ma'am', as I grabbed the pink feather duster and finished the table, hoping she hadn't seen me in my brief moment of pleasure. As she strode back out of the room, I breathed a sigh of relief at my victory, giggling as I felt the warm sticky mess in my diaper that would remind me for the rest of the day of my secret success.

[Anonymous]

   It was also during these first couple of weeks that I noticed other changes.



   I was in the kitchen, hand washing Vanessa's lingerie with Barbie close by, supervising my efforts. With my hands deep in a sink full of sudsy water, all of a sudden I felt a stream of warm pee escape into my diaper without warning.



   "Oh!" I cried out, crossing my legs quickly to try and stop the flow.

   "What's the matter?" Barbie said suspiciously, looking me up and down.



   "Nothing," I said meekly as I blushed a deep shade of red.

   That was the first time I'd wet myself and not even felt anything beforehand. While it was true that I was wetting my diaper occasionally at night, usually during the daytime, I'd have enough notice that I could ask Barbie to take me to the toilet to allow me to do my business. She'd watch while I made my tinkle and then she'd swat me on my bottom as I scurried past her so she could pin me back into my diapers. But this was a disturbing trend, not having any indication or inkling of what was about to happen, before it happened.

 

   Two days later, it occurred again, while I was hanging my plastic panties up on the clothesline out back. Suddenly, without any prior indication, I felt the front of my diaper growing wet and warm and by the time I was able to shut off the flow, the front of my diaper was well soaked. I ran inside, my eyes brimming with tears, while I struggled with what was happening. Had I completely lost all control over my functions? Would I need diapers the rest of my life? I paced back and forth in anxious concern as I pondered this latest event.



   The next question was what to do about it. I knew Barbie would be furious if she found out I'd wet my diapers during the day. Two days ago, she'd slapped my bottom with the paddle when she found my first accident and I could already hear the disparaging remarks she'd have ready as she changed me in the bedroom. I could try and hide it all day but then Vanessa would find out when she changed me before bedtime. Odds are, she'd probably spank me for being such a sissy and I didn't want to chance that. The way I saw it, Barbie would probably just yell at me but then that'd be it. That sure beat a stinging spanking from Vanessa so I figured that was the way I'd go.



   However, during the tension filled hour in which I debated the issue back and forth, I couldn't help but leak a little more and my frazzled nerves made it impossible to hold it back. It was also made more difficult by the fact that my diapers were already wet--my first reaction was to just let it go and pee some more. Pacing back and forth in the kitchen, I wet a little, bit by bit, until the pee began to seep back into the seat of my diapers. Several times, I started to go and find Barbie, only to stop myself out of childish fear. As the minutes ticked by, the pressure on my bladder only increased. I tried to relieve the pressure by letting out just a little but my diapers were getting wetter and wetter as the afternoon progressed.

    Finally, I decided I couldn't wait any longer.



   Walking upstairs, I found Barbie in her room, bending over at the waist to get something off the floor. In her tall, black patent leather pumps, her legs were spread slightly apart and my eyes immediately went to her sheer, black panties that framed and hugged her perfect derriere in the most delicious way. I swallowed hard as I gaped at the fantastic image before me, trying to summon up the bravery necessary to tell her of my accident.

   "Uhm...Barbie?" I inquired timidly.



   She spun around in surprise, a look of anger on her pretty face.

   "What are you doing there, you little panty pervert--spying on me?" she said accusingly.



   "Oh no! No Ma'am!" I was quick to say, "I just walked in."



   "Well? What do you want?" she snapped impatiently.

   "Um, well, you see-"



   "I haven't got all day, Diaper boy, what do you want?" she interrupted me brusquely.



   My face reddened at this rude assault by such a sexy babe.

   "I wet my diapers!" I blurted out. Tears started to fill my eyes again and she looked at me with a mixture of pity and disgust.



   "You're nothing but a big sissy, aren't you?" she said, shaking her head.



   I nodded, hoping it would get some sympathy from her. Whether it did or not, I wasn't sure because she walked past me and out into the hall.



   "Well, come on, Sissy-boy, looks like it's time to change your diapers again," she told me.



   I blushed hotly, ashamed at myself for my infantile behavior but I followed her into my room where the changing pad was still set up on my bed from this morning. Sheepishly, I clambered onto it while Barbie retrieved a fresh stack of diapers from the dresser. Coming back over to me, she began yanking down my plastic panties, shaking her head as she did so.



   "Please don't tell Vanessa, okay?" I pleaded desperately, hoping against all hope she'd agree.



   Without a word, she unpinned the sopping wet diaper and pulled it out from under me as she held my legs high up in the air by my ankles. I saw her bend down to pick something up and then she hoisted my ankles back up into the air abruptly. Suddenly, I saw the paddle come swooping down, landing on my upturned bottom with a loud SMACKK!!  I cried out in shock but she smacked me again even harder. I tried to kick my feet but she held them like a vice and she brought the paddle down again and then again. Gripping the vinyl changing pad for support, I burst into tears and howled in pain, struggling in her grasp but this time, she only slid the stack of diapers under my damp and stinging bottom. I whimpered childishly, while she smiled down at me wickedly.



   "Oh, I'll tell her alright," she said as she sprinkled powder over my shriveled pee-wee, "I'll tell her what a big sissy baby you are and how she should dress you up like a little baby girl."



   "Please, please don't tell her that," I begged her as hot tears trickled down my cheeks, "I couldn't help it."



   Barbie ignored me as she pinned up both sides snugly and retrieved a pair of pink, ruffle lined plastic panties from the drawer.



   "See these?" she said as she held them up for me to see, "they're perfect for a big, diaper wetting sissy like you."



   I sobbed tears of shame as she snaked them up my skinny legs and over my fat, bulky diaper.



   "Here you are, a nice wittle pacifier to make you feel better," she said as she stuffed my pink rubber pacifier between my lips. I cried softly as I suc-ked on it, knowing deep down inside that what she was saying about me might be true.

[Anonymous]

   That night, I didn't get a spanking from Vanessa as I was sure I would. Instead, she merely sent me to bed early and predictably, I woke up the next morning with my diapers soaked again. Without a word, Vanessa changed me and left for work, leaving me alone with Barbie again.



   Barbie seemed to relish humiliating me and she never passed up an opportunity to do so. Last week, she had made a point of making sure I was hanging up my plastic panties out on the clothesline, right at the time when the school kids were getting out of school. They walked by, seeing me in my t-shirt, sneakers and bulging diapers, and they laughed non-stop, taunting me and calling me childish names. In my state of panic, it was all I could do to keep from flooding my diapers.



   Barbie also liked to make me go outside to get the mail. This meant walking a good distance out in front, in plain view from the street, where people would see me and my shameful diapers. Often, she would purposely wait until she saw someone coming by and then she'd send me out, locking the door behind me. It made me want to cry from the humiliation of it!



   Today when I got the mail, I was fortunate that no one was around but when I ran back to the house, I noticed one of the packages was from a place called Babyland. The package felt kind of squishy like clothing and I wondered nervously what it might contain. Opening the door, I was glad to be back in the house when Barbie snatched the mail from me and handed me the feather duster.



   "Get to work," she ordered me, "you can start with the study."



   Wordlessly, I took the duster and walked away but I was aware of the angry stare at my back from Barbie. Over the last week, I had noticed a tension building between us which stemmed from my resentment at being bossed around by this girl who was both younger and physically smaller than myself. She lorded over me like I were her personal slave and she demanded absolute obediance. I knew it infuriated her when I didn't say 'yes ma'am' to everything she said and I did it on purpose as my only means of getting back at her.



   When I reached the study, I allowed myself a smug look of satisfaction for my small victory, and I plotted more ways of defying her whenever the opportunity should present itself.



   I was so absorbed in my plans that I failed to hear the front door open. I also failed to hear Barbie's friends as they walked in. It wasn't until I heard numerous giggles behind me, that I finally broke out of my reverie.



   At the moment, I was bent over, my ruffle covered plastic panties sticking up in the air when I heard them behind me. I shot up like a jack-in-the-box to see three girls standing next to Barbie, staring at my diapers and laughing in open amusement. I blushed hot red in embarrassment and tugged my t-shirt down in a desperate attempt to hide my frilly diapers.



   "Stop it!" I squeaked in a shrill tone of voice.



   Barbie had joined in the laughter and in my state of panic, I felt a hot stream of pee surge into the front of my diaper.



   "Stop it!" I repeated frantically, sounding more girlish than ever.



   "Stop it!" one of the girls said mockingly, imitating my wimpy tone of voice.



   The other girls laughed all over again and my face turned a deep shade of red.



   Barbie stopped laughing and she suddenly became serious.

   "Jimmy. I want you to pull up your shirt and show the girls what it is you're wearing there," she ordered me.



   "No!" I said hotly. I was angry and humiliated and I wasn't going to let her get away with anymore of this.



   Suddenly, the room fell silent.

   "What did you say?"' she said slowly and menacingly.



   I swallowed hard and wondered if I had made the right desicion.



   "No!" I repeated, trying as hard as possible to sound firm and manly but my voice faltered and cracked with uncertainty.



   The girls all looked at each other realizing they were in the midst of a showdown where only one of us could win.



   "You will address me as Ma'am, little boy," she said icily, her beautiful steely eyes drilling into me, "now get over here this instant."



   Her words hit me like a bucket of icewater and now real fear set in. Already I was questioning the wisdom of standing up to her in front of her friends but now it was too late. Unable to move, I stared back at her as I bit my lip in angst, holding the hem of my t-shirt down trying to hide my diapers. Deep inside of me, I carried a fimly ingrained and well placed fear of strong, determined women. I was on the verge of buckling in this contest of wills.



   With slow, deliberate moves, Barbie reached over and retrieved a stalk of very thin bamboo that was in a decorative vase. It was about the thickness of a pencil and roughly three feet long.

   "Get over here--right now," she ordered me. Her voice was low and it made me shiver with fright.



   Another surge of pee escaped and I let out a cry of despair as I crossed my legs.



   "Now!" she barked, emphasizing her command with an abrupt slash of the bamboo stick. It hit the wall next to her with a sharp snap, causing even the girls to jump.



   By now, I realized I had pushed her too hard. I was in big trouble and there was no way out of it. Whimpering in fear, I inched forward, afraid to do anything that might make her angrier.

   "Pull your t-shirt up," she commanded me.



   "Yes, Ma'am," I said, now completely subservient. I lifted up my t-shirt, allowing her girlfriends to easily see my frilly pink plastic panties, covering the thick, bulging diaper underneath.



   "Now, put your hands on the arms of that chair," she said, pointing to an ornate wooden chair next to her.



   With great trepidation, I moved over to the chair and bent over it, placing my hands on the arms as I was instructed. My heart was beating frantically now in my chest and my mouth was parched from fear. Now, my diapered bubble butt stuck out for everyone to see and make fun of. Barbie came up behind me and began slowly pulling my panties down, drawing out the agony of my punishment and increasing my  level of anxiety. When they were mid-thigh, she unpinned my diapers and pulled them back, exposing my bare bottom before the girls.



   "Well, well, well," she said as she discovered the wet cloth below my crotch, "looks like our little sissy-boy has wet his diapers again."

   Her voice was heavily condescending and I blushed hotly, my neck and ears growing red with shame.



   "This is what happens when you disobey me," she said evenly.

   As I faced downwards, I heard the swish of the bamboo through the air and then it landed on my tender upraised bottom with a crisp wwwhoop!!



   "OOWWWWW!!" I cried loudly, jumping up from my position.



   "Get back down!" she ordered me, "if your hands move once more, I'll make sure Vanessa gives you a good paddling when she gets home."



   That put the fear of god in me and I quickly put my hands back down on the arms of the chair, leaving my bare bottom in the most inviting position for her once again.



   Whhoop!!



   I yelped in pain and kicked my feet up individually as I struggled with the fierce stinging on my fanny. I couldn't believe the intensity of the pain caused by the narrow strip of bamboo.



   Whoop!! Swisshh-swat!!



   I quickly burst into tears and began sobbing as my bottom now sported four angry red stripes across it's round, youthful surface.



   Swish-whap! Swattt! Swwwatt!



   I held onto the chair while hot tears streamed down my face and I bawled like a baby. Barbie was a good aim and she never missed her target, no matter how much I thrashed around. The cruel strip of bamboo landed unerringly on my cheeks, raising crimson stripes with each searing impact. She took her time, waiting for me to move back into the best position before she let me have it again, slashing at my poor striped bottom mercilessly. One of the girls had moved around to see the look on my face and I clutched the arms of the chair miserably, wailing like a little girl, as Barbie whipped away at my fanny. I knew I looked like a big sissy crybaby but I just couldn't help myself. My bottom was on fire!



   At last, she stopped and put the bamboo back into the vase.



   I sobbed and moaned while she pulled up the back of my diaper and pinned it tightly on either side. I felt her pulling up my plastic panties as I looked up to make eye contact with the pretty blonde in front of me. With tears streaming down my face, I flooded my diapers with streams of hot, urgent pee. The tension of the ordeal must have done it because I couldn't stop myself this time. I remained bent over in my humiliating position as my diapers grew wet and warm, the pee saturating the front very quickly and then collecting between my legs, where the other girls could see it. One of them pointed it out to the others and they giggled at my humiliating display of babyishness. I just kept crying, half from the stinging pain that was throbbing on my bottom and half from the shame of what was happening.



   I didn't dare get up from my servile position, now that Barbie had clearly shown everyone who was in charge here.

   "Stand up and face me," Barbie commanded me.



   With my face red and wet with tears, I stood up but was unable to look her in the eyes. My brief, foolish stand of defiance had ended disastrously, and my shame knew no bounds.



   "Maybe that will teach you a lesson," she said smugly, as she put her hands on her hips.

   "Yes, Ma'am," I said abjectly as the last stream of pee filled my soaking wet diapers.



   "Good. Maybe from now on, you'll show me the proper respect that has so far, been lacking," she scolded me.

   "Yes, Ma'am," I sniffled.



   "Now go to your room and get into bed. It's your naptime, Diaper boy," she ordered me like a four year old.

   "B-but...my diapers are wet now," I complained timidly.



   "Too bad Sissy, you'll just have to get used to it," she declared.

   "Yes, Ma'am," I sobbed as I shuffled out of the room, completely defeated again.



   As I walked by, she swatted me on my ruffle pantied bottom, causing me to yelp like a little girl.



   Her girlfriends erupted in laughter.



   

[Anonymous]

   More and more often, I found myself discovering strange packages that were arriving from places like ABWorld, LLmedico, Babyland and BigBabies.com which made me very nervous. Some were small packages and I assumed they were clothing but others were large, heavy boxes, and I could only wonder at what they contained. Worse than that was having to sign for the packages when UPS dropped them off. Barbie insisted that I greet the UPS lady at the door, saying I was the "baby of the house" and could sign for any packages. She would giggle and hand me the clipboard, often adding a humiliating comment on her way out.

   At about the same time, workmen started arriving, doing some kind of remodeling to a room at the end of the hallway. Neither Vanessa or Barbie would tell me what it was but they made a point of locking the door when the workmen went home for the evening.

   At about the same time, what little control over my bladder seemed to gradually disappear and it was impossible to hide the problem from Vanessa. All too frequently, I would soak my diapers during the day and of course, I rarely woke up anymore without my diaper sopping wet. Vanessa was fond of saying 'once a sissy, always a sissy' but there was nothing I could do to reverse the trend. It just happened suddenly and without warning, and before I realized what was going on, my diaper would be wet and warm and I was helpless to stop it. It really made me feel like a feeble baby to be dependant on diapers again and it left me angry and frustrated. Worse than that was having to wear my wet diapers for long periods of time before one of them felt like changing me. I came to looking forward to getting to wear a fresh diaper and being dry for however brief that might last.

   Part of me wondered if these were the secret hopes of all sissies--simply to be able to wear dry diapers.




   One night, I overheard Vanessa talking to Barbie about a double date that they were clearly excited about. Apparently they were planning on meeting two hunky men and they were determined to dress as sexily as possible for them. I did everything I could not to think about it but inside, I was burning with jealousy. Here they were going to go out and have a fun time, and I was going to be stuck at home, sent to bed early after being pinned into my sissy diapers. It was all so unfair! Not to mention that I was frantically horny. Well, I was going to show them!

   I conspired and made plans to take advantage of their absence. I fantasized all day about going into Vanessa's room, laying her bras on the bed and slowly stroking myself to orgasm as I looked at her bikini picture. It was the perfect plan! They would be gone all night and I would be free to do whatever I pleased. I couldn't wait! Yes, I was frustrated with their freedom and the lack of mine, but at least I would get a dizzying orgasm out of it.

   That evening, I did everything I could to make them believe I had nothing up my sleeve, although it hardly seemed necessary. Clearly, they had their manly dates on their mind and they barely paid me any attention at all while they got ready for their night out.

   If I was horny before, these two succeeded in making me even hornier. I was frantic with lust as I serrepticiously watched them fastening their dark stockings up to their garter belts, hitch up their silky panties, and fitting their push-up bras to get the maximum cleavage. I nearly came in my diapers as I watched them dressing and they picked out their sexiest dresses to wear. Snug, form fitting little things that revealed the most skin and showed their luscious curves to maximum effect. Both of them did their make up so that they looked even more ravishing than usual, if that were even possible. In a way, I couldn't wait until they left, so that I could finally masturbate myself to my heart's delight. I was so excited!

   My plan was to wait until they left the house. I'd pretend to fall asleep and then, after they'd left, I'd jump out of bed to begin a night of forbidden, wanton pleasures! It was all falling into place.

   Vanessa, just like clockwork, came in to change me just like usual before bed. Even my soaking wet diapers couldn't spoil her mood and she hummed merrily as she pinned me into another triple thick set of bunny soft diapers for the night. There was only one small difference. While she was waiting for Barbie to get ready, she insisted on making me drink a large baby bottle of warm milk. I tried to tell her I wasn't thirsty but she only ignored me, and she held the bottle to my lips, forcing me to drink it while she waited. I never liked milk, especially warm milk, but even this drink tasted a bit strange to me. No matter. I'd do what she wanted because in ten minutes, she'd be gone, along with Barbie and I'd be free to enjoy my masturbatory adventures.

   Vanessa was wearing a very low cut dress with a scoop neck and my little pecker was at full attention. She was so pretty and strong, and as she held the baby bottle to my mouth, her big breasts pressed against my face. I gazed impatiently at the deep crevice between her boobs, watching them rise and fall with each breath she took. I wanted so badly to stroke the soft surface of my plastic panties but I held back, knowing I had just another few minutes to wait before they were gone.

   After I'd drank half the bottle, I tried to turn away but Vanessa kept the bottle positioned in such a way that I couldn't escape it. I was forced to nurse from it like a baby and it was obvious I was going to have to drink it all before she'd remove the bottle. I felt a strange sense of euphoria as I suc-ked on the rubber nipple. I felt like such a baby, wearing my thick diapers that would soon be wet, and nursing from a bottle forced upon me by my beautiful governess.

   At last, I finally finished the milk. A line of drool remained attached as Vanessa slowly lifted the bottle from my lips. Glancing at her watch, she smiled down at me.

   "Sweet dreams, little Sissy," she said in her most sexy voice.
   For some reason, my limbs felt heavy and I could hardly keep my eyes open. The room went hazy as I watched Vanessa saunter out of my room, her sumptous derriere fantastically encased in the thin fabric of her short mini dress.

   I seemed to be spinning downwards, into a pool of warm darkness and I was only vaguely aware that my plans had been defeated--there would be no masturbating and no orgasm for me tonight.

   My last thoughts as I fell asleep were that I had once again, I had been outsmarted by Vanessa.