A sissy-friendly family

[sissy29000]

This story is the first one I wrote in English, which is not my native language. I apologize in advance for the mistakes you will found. Feel free to propose corrections or to give me advices.
Thank you in advance, I hope you'll enjoy.

A sissy-friendly family

1. When I met Sissy Robin
Most of sissy stories are written either by dominant women or by sissies. Actually, I am neither of them, but but I live with both and I would like to share my experience.

I started dating Sophia when we were seventeen. At this time, I was not very aware of feminist and gender issues. At home, my dad took few care of the housework and cooking and my mom did not handyman stuff, so I founded it normal.
But when our relationship became serious, Sophia made it clear that if we should lived together someday, she would not spend her time making chores and that we should share them equally.
To verify that I would be ready to take care of tasks considered (wrongly) as "feminine", she suggested me to accompany her to a babysitting.
The kid was her cousin Robin and she told me that I would learn to change diapers. I asked her how old he was. She answered "twenty". I thought she meant twenty months. Nobody would imagine babysitting and diapering a twenty years old man! She also made me promise to do everything she would ask me to do without any question until little Robin would be in bed.
You already guess what comes next, but please allow me to tell it to you.

Sophia's aunt open the door. "Hi Sophia!"
"Hi Claire! Let me introduce you my boyfriend Christopher."
"Nice to meet you m'am", I said.
"Please, call me Claire!"
"OK Claire!"
"And this is little Robin", she said, pointing her son. I was shocked when I saw him! Even if Robin was a bit smaller than me, he had to be at least my age. But he was dressed like a small child. He wore a white blouse, with a Peter Pan collar and short puffed sleeves. He did not wear a pants, but white tights which let see his diaper and pink plastic panties. He even suc-ked a pacifier! He avoided my look by lowering his head, and he became quite red when seeing that I was looking at him open-mouthed.
Robin walked in small steps to his cousin, with his pink baby booties, and curtseyed.
"Hello Miss Sophia", he said.
"Hello baby!"
He put his arms around her neck and kissed her cheek. She did the same.
"And here is Mister Christopher", she said. "You can call him “Sir”." He moved forward to me hesitating. "Go on! Don't be shy!" She said.
"Hello Sir."
"He... hello", I answered.
He curtseyed and remained motionless.
"He is waiting you to give him a kiss", she explained me. "He is shy because he does not know you. But you will see, Robin is usually more enthusiastic."
I just put my hand on its hair to caress it.
"And you will become more demonstrative too", she told me.

"Why don't you introduce Betty to Mister Christopher?"
"Yes Miss Sophia!"
He curtseyed to me, curtseyed to his cousin and went to the sofa. He picked a doll that was sitting on the floor and came back to me.
"Sir, this is Betty, my dolly", he said. The doll was dressed with a pink footed onesie pyjama. Her hair was combed in braids.
"I see you already prepared her for the night", said Sophia, while she greeted the doll.
"Yes Miss Sophia."
Then, Robin stretched the doll towards me so I could kiss her.
"Why don't you say hi?" She asked me.
"Hi... Hi Betty", I said, more and more embarrassed.
"Isn't Betty pretty?" Asked Sophia.
"Y... Yes, she is."
I kissed the doll and asked Robin if he did her hair.
"Yes Sir", he answered still blushing.
"Explain how you take care of your dolly", demanded Sophia.
"Well, Sir, every morning I give her a ba-ba, then I dress her and comb her. Then, we play together. We hug, we drink tea, we read books, I change her didee... And in the evening, I bath her, dress her in her pyjama and give her dinner. Then we go to bed together."

"Well, I should leave now", said Claire.
Robin rushed in her arms. "Nighty night Mommy dear! I love you! I love you so much Mommy dear", he said while hugging her and kissing her many times.
"I love you too sweety, be good with Sophia and Christopher."
"I will Mommy dear! I hope you will have fun tonight. I love you Mommy dear!"
He repeated it many times. He was still hugging her when she told us to have a good evening. Sophia caught him so Claire could go. He waved her goodbye until she had closed the door.

"Do you know what time is it?" Sophia asked.
"I believe it is bath time Miss Sophia?" He answered.
"Yes it is!"
They went to the bathroom. He gave her his hand and held his doll with the other one. Sophia made me a sign to follow them.
While she poured the water, she asked him "is your diaper dry?"
"Yes Miss Sophia."
"Do you want to go on the potty?"
"Yes, please Miss Sophia."
"Why don't you ask Mister Christopher?"
"Pretty please Sir, may I go potty?"
"H'm... Yes, you can..." I answered.
"Thus show him where the potty is", Sophia told him.
"Yes Miss Sophia."
Robin showed me a pink potty. It looked like a child's one, slightly bigger.
"Explain Mister Christopher what he must do baby."
"Well, Sir, may you please remove my tights, my panties and my didee?"
I pulled his clothes down and undid the ties of the diaper. Robin waited motionless. He had put his hands on the head. I understood that I shall tell him to sit down. When he sat, he kept hands on the head and didn't start to do his thing.
"Sorry Sir, but may you please also hold my teeny-weeny willie so I do not splash the ground while doing my wee-wee, because I do not have the right to touch my teeny-weeny willie?"
Always embarrassed, I took his pen-is between two fingers and tell him to begin.
"Thank you Sir!"

Then, Sophia asked me to remove his blouse. He was nude in front of me. I noticed he had no hair on the body or on the face. His "willie" wasn't as big as mine, but it was not so tiny.
Sophia asked me to take him to the bathtub. Robin gave me the hand and I made him entered the bath. She gave me a wash glove, a bottle of shampoo and a soap and gave me advice while I washed him. He was passive all the way. She insisted so that I rub well his genitals. He always stood, arms along the body, lowering his head.
He was then allowed to sit down. Sophia gave him small floating plastic animals. He started playing with them. She put her head on my shoulder.
"Isn't he so cute?"
Seeing that I was not as well fond as her, she asked me if I could go empty the potty in the toilet while she watched the "little one".
When I returned, she gave me a thick pink towel and told me that it was time to take the baby of the bathtub. I made a sign to Robin. He got up and waited that I hold his hand to go out. Sophia asked me to wrap him with the towel and to rub him.
"Thank you Sir!"
He gave me his hand and Sophia guided us up to his room.

The "nursery" was hallucinating! Walls were pink, all the furniture were pink and white. His bed was like a big crib, with lowered bars which could go back up. It was covered with a pink duvet and cuddly toys.
Next was a toy box. There were only doll clothes and accessories for toy tea set.
Close by was a storage cabinet covered with a towel. There were several products, lotions, creams. Down were tidied up diapers. I understood that this was a changing table.
Robin went to it and waited my help to go up above. Sophia asked me to spread several products on his bottom and crotch. I was horribly embarrassed, but I did what she asked me. She gave me then a diaper and explained me how to put it on the "baby".
Then, she told me to find plastic panties and pajamas in a cupboard. I open it and found numerous clothes: pink, mauve, purple, white dresses, skirts, petticoats, baby's blouses, tights, sandals, slippers... Everything in the size of a young man.
Pajamas were either nightdresses with tights, or onesies. As I hesitated, Sophia recommended me to take one which looked like the one that wore Betty the doll.

Except for his short hair, Robin did truly look like his doll. Sophia took him to the kitchen to give him his "din-din", which consisted of smashed spinach and broccolis that she asked me to feed him. Seen his grimaces of disgust, Robin didn't looked to enjoy the food. I wouldn't blame him: I could hardly myself bear this smell! But he obediently ate every spoon I gave him.
As Sophia had prepared a quite huge plate of this mixture, this task took a long time and I began to have fun with him. I approached the spoon of his mouth and removed it at the last moment. He started to smile and even to laugh when I said "here come the knight Christopher who wants to rescue princess Robin from the awful spinach monster! Open the drawbridge!"
"See? Mister Christopher already know that you are a little princess! Are you babydoll?"
"Yeth I am Miss Sophia!" Answered Robin with a big smile. He was funny with his mouth and chin covered with vegetables.
"Don't talk with your mouth full sissy!" Scolded Sophia.
"Sowwy Miss Sophia", he said sheepishly with a small, little voice. "And sowwy Sir for being a bad, rude, impertinent little sissy. May you please punish me to teach me to be a good and obedient little sissy?"
"I'll let you off with a warning", said Sophia. "But do not deceive my kindness."
"I won't Miss Sophia! Thank you Miss Sophia!"

I began to play with him again and even tickled his neck until he laugh again.
"Should baby have a desert to reward him for having eaten well?" I asked.
"Yes of course!" Said Sophia. She was obviously satisfied that I take this initiative. She gave me a small jar of compote of apricot. There were no more than three spoonful in this jar of baby food, but at least it made him wash the bad taste out.
After dinner, Sophia allowed Robin to play a little before "beddy-bye". We played with a baby puzzle. It consisted to embed images of farm animals in compartments and in every good answer, the set would emit the shout of the animal. Sophia made him imitate every shout: "moo, baa, hew-haw, oink oink, cluck cluck, yap, yap!"
"Who's a little kitty?" She asked.
"I am Miss Sophia", he said! And he began to walk on all four and to rub against our legs by humming and saying "meow". We caressed him and laugh.
It was not even 7:30 PM, but Sophia exclaimed "my god, it is late!" She went to the kitchen and came back with two big baby bottles full of water. As I was already sitting on the sofa, Robin lay down on it and put his head on my legs. I feed him the two bottles, while he "feed" his doll.
Sophia then told me to make him sit and to tap his back so I could "burp the baby". After it, Robin turned his head in my direction. He said "thank you for my drinkie Sir!" and and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"You're welcome..." Robin, I said, quite destabilized.

"You should give Mister Christopher a hug", said Sophia.
"Yes Miss Sophia!" And he cuddled against me, his head pressed against my trunk. After a moment, he started to squirm a little.
"Is there anything you need to ask to Mister Christopher?" Asked Sophia.
"Yes Miss Sophia."
"Then go for it."
"Please Sir, pretty please, may I go on the potty or wee-wee in my didee?"
"Well... why do you wear a “didee” if you need permission to “wee-wee”?" I asked.
"Because, Sir, if I wee-wee without permission, I must be punished, unless it's sleepytime. But if I wee-wee just when I go to beddy-byes, then I will spend the whole night in a wet didee and I shall have boo-boo in my botty, Sir", he almost recited.
"Mister Christopher need to learn to change diapers", interrupted Sophia. "So why don't you kneel in front of the sofa and pee right now?"
"Yes Miss Sophia, thank you Miss Sophia, thank you Sir!" And he obeyed her.
"Don't you need to make a doo-doo too?"
"Yes Miss Sophia."
He had to force himself and put himself on all fours, but eventually managed to poop his diaper. She applauds him and encouraged me to do the same.

We went in his room and I changed his diaper with apprehension. Finally, despite the stink, it was not so terrible, I said myself.
He went to bed. Before raising the bars, Sophia put him thick mittens. As I looked amazed, she asked him to explain me what they were for.
"Well, Sir, with the mittens Miss Sophia or Mommy put to me, I can't use my handsies. So I can't do bad things, like leave my bed, remove my dum-dum or touch my teeny-weeny willie. But I still can cuddle my dolly and my stuffies", he add, holding Betty and a pink teddy bear against his chest.
Sophia made me read a story, a fairy tale of course. She asked me to change the name of the characters. The princess became Robin, the brave knight became Christopher, the nice and beautiful queen became Sophia and the bad witch became the "spinach witch"! Robin looked at me, smiling the whole time. He looked sincerely happy.
When I finished, he said "thank you Sir". I approached my head and he gave me a big kiss on the cheek. He also gave me a big hug and said again "thank you Sir, thank you for being so nice to me." I kissed him on the cheek and said "you're welcome Robin, you're a very nice baby."
He kissed and hugged Sophia and she put a pacifier in his mouth, which she attached with a cordon, so he couldn't untie it. She raised the bars. Before we leave, I said "sweet dreams little princess".

[SissyMichaela]

very nice. i hope, there is more  ;)

[sissy29000]

Thank you Sissy Michaela! Yes there is more. Actually I have finished the story, but I have to double and triple check. After I posted yesterday, I found several persistent mistakes that I missed.
Anyway, here is the second part. As you go to notice, the story is alternating between sweet scenes and humiliations.
I am always interested in advices and notices.

2. When little Robin became a sweet sissy
We went to the kitchen to fix dinner. I was still stunned, but most of all I was impatient to ask questions. Sophia asked me to help her and she promised to answer all my questions while we would eat.

"So, how old is he?"
"Twenty, I already told you!"
"You mean twenty years old?!"
"Yes of course!"
"I thought you meant twenty months when you told me about the babysitting!"
"Well, Robin is twenty years old, his birthday was last month."
"Is he retarded? I mean... He's older than us, but he wears diapers, he speaks with a toddler language... He acts like a baby..."
"No. He's just a sissy."
"What do you mean a “sissy”?"
"Well, let me explain, but do not interrupt me, that is going to be rather long..."

Sophia knew Robin since she was born. Their mothers are very good friends since their childhood and they also have in common that they were left by their husbands. Sophia considere Claire like her aunt and Robin like her cousin, even if they are not truly family related.
Although Robin is three years older, he always was treated like a younger kid by his mom. When they were child, Sophia's bed time was later, she could do more things by herself, like bathing, while Robin was under the strict control of his mother. He called her "mommy" and Sophia's mother "Madam Sabine", as Claire thought it would be unrespectful for a little boy to call an adult just by his or her first name. But Sophia called her mother "mom" and her "aunt" just Claire.
Sophia could chose her own clothes and wear jeans and t-shirts since she was seven, while Robin, at ten, still still wore blouse, shorts, overalls, sandals, mocassins or bootees.
At school, he carried a child's school bag, decorated with childish pattern. When weather was very cold, instead of allowing him to put pants, Claire would dress him with knee length socks or even tights under his pair of shorts. At home, he always wore a baby blouse with peter pan collar, tights and slippers.
He was the laughing stock of kids. But he was not too much bullied, because his mom taught him to be a "teacher's pet". Having denounced his tormentors, he was just left alone. And she always picked him after school, or send a baby-sitter, even when he was eighteen years old.
When they played together, Sophia always chosed their games. Robin just owned baby toys, stuffed animals and board games that were suiting to the children from three years. She made him play with dolls or to "mommy and baby" (he was the baby of course) and even made him wore her clothes. He looked all the more ridiculous since the dresses were to small for him.
When he was twelve ou thirteen, he confessed to Sophia that he liked to wear dresses and make-up. It was supposed to be a secret, but she immediately reported it to their mothers and the three of them had a big laugh. She started to call Robin her "little dolly".

One day, her actual little cousin Karyn was at her home and so did Robin. Karyn was seven, Sophia ten and Robin thirteen. He wore a bright pink party dress with almost matching ruffle pink chiffon bloomer that Sophia had bought to him. Sophia introduced him as her "doll". Karyn tried to lift his dress to see it. Robin just said softly "hey" and tried to hold it.
Karyn got upset. "Don't you “hey” me! You're a doll, your'e my cousin's dolly. I can peek at your panties if I want!"
"Yes... Sorry Karyn", he said.
"Apologise!" She commanded.
"I am sorry..."
"Better than that!"
"I am sorry Karyn. I am a dolly and you can look at my panties if you want..."
"Kneel and apologise again", scoled the little girl.
He obeyed. "I am sorry Karyn. I am a dolly and..."
"Say you're MY dolly!"
"I am sorry Karyn. I am your dolly and..."
"Say you're my SISSY dolly!"
"I am sorry Karyn. I am your sissy dolly..."
"Beg for my forgiveness!"
"Please, I beg your forgiveness Karyn... I am y..."
"From now, you will call me Miss Karyn sissy boy!"
"Yes Miss Karyn. Please Miss Karyn, I beg your forgiveness. Pretty please, pardon me Miss Karyn. I am your sissy dolly and you have every right to look at my panties..."
"Your sissy pink panties."
"Yes Miss Karyn, my sissy pink panties."
"Under your sissy pink dress."
"Yes Miss Karyn, my sissy pink panties under my sissy pink dress."
"Say it again!"
"Please Miss Karyn, I beg your forgiveness. Pretty please, grant me your pardon Miss Karyn. I am your sissy dolly and you have every right to look at my pink sissy panties under my sissy pink dress."
"Well, I will forgive you. But first I have to punish you."
"Yes Miss Karyn, thank you Miss Karyn. Please punish me Miss Karyn."

Sophia had planned all the scene with Karyn. But she didn't expect such utter subservience so quickly.
Karyn made him bend, lowered his bloomers and administered him spanks with a hairbrush until he weeps buckets. Then, he had to thank her and get in the corner for two hours.
Since that day, Robin calls her "Miss Karyn", and in the interests of equality, he calls Sophia "Miss Sophia".
When their mothers figured out, they burst to laugh.

For the following holidays, both families went together in the countryside, where they had rented a house, and Claire invited her niece. Robin was harassed by the two cousins. Every day, the two mothers left for a walk or shopping. When they returned home, they always expected to see him in a new humiliating situation. One day he would be on all four, naked, licking water in a dog's bowl with a leash around the neck. The next day he would be kneeling in front of a wall, hand tied behind his back, holding a coin with his nose. Or they would found him tied to a tree, with dirty socks in his mouth. The following days he would be learning to walk with high heels or while holding books on his head...
The girls asked their mothers to buy him baby food and baby bottles. He wasn't allowed to eat with the rest of them anymore. He was fed only after having serve them during lunch and dinner, and sometimes send to bed without eating, because girls esteemed that it was too late for the baby.
They forbid him to go to the toiletts without their permission, and they would often not allow him until he had an accident, or wet his bed at night. They made him beg his "mommy" to buy him "didees".
Claire didn't tried to stop the girls. First of all, she seemed to find this hilarious. Secondly, she thought it was good for her son to learn submission to authority, even from girls younger than him, and to act like a good sweet child, even if it was pretty humiliating.

Robin status was decreased in that of a toy, more specificly a doll. But he was also led to submit to other toys, like Karyn's doll, Gwendolyn! As Gwendolyn was a "true doll" and not a "sissy doll", he was meant to call her "Miss Gwendolyn" and to curtsey every time he passed in front of her.
One of the favorite girl's game was to put Gwendolyn on the ground in the garden. He was obliged to kneel in front of her and to obey humiliating orders which he had to imagine himself. Sometimes, he would eat the grass, slap himself, kiss a dog poo, repeat humiliating sentences about himself or copy tens and hundreds of lines for her, like "I am a bad little sissy", "I am a pathetic dolly", "I want to be a pretty princess", "I must obey my Mistresses, Miss Sophia, Miss Karyn and Miss Gwendolyn", "I am a little wimp. Everybody laugh at me for being a loser and a big sissy", etc.

When school year started, Sophia joined the same middle school. She made him follow her all the time, carrying her bag and her friend's. She also made him wear girl panties and sent different girls to check that he wore them. He was made to call all her friends Miss or Mister followed by their first name.
They gave him orders, like writing lines, make their homework, do humiliation dances in the middle of the playground, clean their feets and shoes with his tongue, smell the boys socks and shoes after PE class. Sometimes they'd put him a blindfold and made him guess to which boy belonged the shoes or socks... If he was wrong, they punished him by slapping his face until he cried. They also made a similar game in which he had to smell their farts, kiss their buts and thanks them for their "wonderful smell" and an other one in which he had to eat their boogers.
For Christmas and his birthday, Sophia and Karyn choses his gifts. He received many girly clothes like princess dresses, ballerina outfit, a lot of panties (he wore them at school, but he wore diapers at home) and toys, like his dolly, Betty. Unlike Gwendolyn, he's allowed to call her simply by her name and she doesn't give him humiliating orders. He has to take care of her like a "mommy".
When he finished high school, his mom decided that he would not be very good at university. He was a teacher's pet, but not a brilliant student. She offered him to stay at home and to work for her friends as a "handmaid". This way, she earned a little money, which she used to provide all his needs.
Most of the time, he's dressed girly like, but at Sophia's insistence, he keeps short hair to show that he is a sissy and not a girl.

"Has he never tried to rebel?" I asked.
"No. He could have say stop. He could have left his home. His mom doesn't keep him prisonnier. But he would never leave or disappoint her. He is happy this way."
"Are you sure he's happy?"
"Of course! When we were kid, I was quite mean to him, I admit. But after I made sure that he was a good submissive obedient little sissy, I became much nicer. Did you see how he loves me? He loves to hug, kiss and please me, like his mommy. He loves to wear pretty dresses and nice clothes and to be treated like a baby. He needs to be bossed all the time. As I told you, he's just a sissy."

[sissy29000]

3. When I became Robin's daddy
After that evening, I often accompanied Sophia and I became a regular baby-sitter for Robin. I enjoyed it: besides the fact that we were paid well by Claire, those baby-sitting evening were opportunity for Sophia and I to spend time quietly, after we put him to bed.
But I also enjoyed spending time taking care of Robin. He was always nice and polite. He was very affectionate, made very sweet compliments, offered me very cute presents as drawings or plasticine objects... I considered him like a real toddler girl, and wasn't embarrassed when he wanted to cuddle or kiss me.
I think this special baby-sittings helped our relationship to became more serious. I was soon considered as a member of Sophia's family. I was invited to birthdays, Christmas, etc. I met Karyn, who was a very nice girl with me, although she was very hard with poor Robin. She always came with "Miss Gwendolyn" and forced him to humiliate himself. She also invented games called "the crybaby games". There were several variants like the "slap crybaby game", the "spank crybaby game", the "pinch crybaby game", the "kick crybaby game", the "straps crybaby game", the "locked-in-a-closet crybaby game", the "eat-spicy crybaby game"...
Even if I was used to see him totally submissive, I was still amazed of how he obeyed this girl six years younger than him, and shake in fear everytime he saw her or even heard her name. But he seemed really sincere when he kissed her feet and hug her legs to thank her for making him a "good sissy crybaby".

When we were eighteen, Sophia planned to join Claire and her mother for a week-end trip. They asked me to babysitt Robin.
After usual heart-rending goodbye to his mommy, he came in my arms for a comforting hug. I kissed him on the forehead. He kissed my cheek.
"Thank you Sir", he told me. "You're so good to me Sir! I love you Sir!"
I was a bit surprised. He had said it so naturally!
I just answered "I love you too sweety".
He picked a paper on the table and gave it to me.
"Please Sir, this is a draw I made for you."
This drawing represented me as a knight, with a sword in the hand, facing a green monster. Robin was dressed as a princess, much smaller than me, looking at me with a big red heart over her.
"It's beautiful!" I said, and I kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you Sir", he answered proudly.
"So, what do you want to do princess?"
"Oh, Sir, it's not me to decide! I just have to obey you Sir, whatever you tell me to do."
"Well, if you want to obey me, I ask you to decide what game you want to play."
"But... Sir, Mommy dear and Miss Sophia said that little babys like me should not “want” anything. I am just made to obey the grown-ups... I'm sorry Sir, please don't be mad at me Sir..." He said with tears in the eyes.
"Ok baby", I said with a soft voice, "don't cry. You're a well behaved baby."
"Thank you Sir", he said, curtseying with a little smile.
"Would you like to show me what a pretty princess you are?" I offered.
"Oh yes, please Sir!"
"Then, let's go!"

I took his hand and we went to his bedroom. I asked him to chose his favorite princess dress. He picked a pink one, with ruffled skirt, a sash and big puffy sleeves. He also took a petticoat and a camisole and pink slippers with little high-heel.. He already wore white tights and frilly pink bloomers. I helped him dressing.
"You're a beautiful princess", I complimented him.
"Thank you Sir! Sir? May I dress Betty too please?"
"Yes, that's a good idea sweety!"
"Thank you Sir!"
When he was done, I also complimented Betty and told her she was lucky to have such a nice mommy. Robin blushed and hugged me.
"Sir?"
"Yes princess?"
"I am sorry to ask you things. Mommy dear and Miss Sophia said that little babys like me should be seen and not heard..."
"Yes baby doll, but I allow you to speak now."
"Thank you Sir."
"So what do you want?"
"Well... Sir... For my birthday, Miss Sophia offered me glossy lipstick and she even taught me to put it to get pretty."
"Yes I remember sweety. Do you want to put it?"
"Oh yes, please Sir!"
He applied the candy pink gloss on his lips.
"You're now the prettiest little princess I have ever seen", I told him.
"Thank you Sir!" He run into my arms and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh, Sir, I'm sorry, I made you a track of lipstick. Please, forgive me..."
I laugh and kissed him on the cheek too. "That's fine princess. Stop worrying. Let's get back in the living room."
I put classical music and offered him to dance. I am not a very good waltzer, but we had a lot of fun.

It was getting late, almost half past six. I decided to bend the rules by making him dinner before his bath. We set the table in the dining room, an other disobedience of rules, as he always take his meal in the kitchen and is just allowed in the dining room to clean or serve when there are guests. I lit candles and put silverware and china crockery.
I prepared a simple menu, but it was way out of his ordinary baby food: green salad, tomato pasta and chocolate cake. I sat across from him and let him feed himself. I however put him a bib to protect his dress. We sat Betty between us, in a baby chair.
"Do you like it princess?"
"Oh yes Sir! Thank you so much Sir! It's a true princess dinner Sir! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Don't you wish you could eat like this every day?"
"You mean, like a grown-up Sir?"
"Yes baby."
"Oh, Sir, I wish I could become a grown-up, but Miss Sophia said that a sissy like me will stay a baby forever. And baby are supposed to be feed baby food in the kitchen Sir."
"And you think she's right?"
"Oh yes Sir. Miss Sophia is always right, and Mommy dear too. She also said that I am a baby. And nobody could deny that I am a sissy, Sir."
"Why do you think you're a sissy, except that your mommy and Sophia says so?"
"Well, Sir, I believe I am a sissy because I am not a real girl, because I have my teeny-weeny willie. But I am not a real boy. I am not brave and strong like you Sir. I am a total wimp. When I was a kid, younger childs could boss me and I would never stop them. I felt I deserved to be harassed. And I still do."
"But don't you feel humiliated? For example, I'm three years younger than you and you call me Sir and obey me..."
"Mommy dear and Miss Sophia told me I have to call all superior people Madam or Miss or Mister or Sir, Sir. They said it's a shown of respect. I know it's humiliating, but they said I deserve to be humiliated to remind me my place."
"Do you blame Sophia or your mommy?"
"Oh no Sir! Thanks to them I have found my place and I am very happy with my life, Sir. I could not be responsible or live like a man, or even like an adult woman. I am so glad to be still a little baby girl, to wear beautiful dresses, to take care of my dolly and to be told what to do."
"Even when Karyn is around?"
With that, Robin shivered and swallowed in a gulp.
"Well, Sir, Miss Karyn is sometimes mean to me, but she helped Miss Sophia to make me the obedient sissy baby that I am now, so I am grateful to her. And she still helps me to remind what I am. A sissy baby should cry often, and thank to her I do. And a sissy wimp are made to amuse strong people like her."
"But you also enjoy when people are nice to you?"
"Yes Sir, that's why I love you so much Sir! At school, boys were mean to me, they teased me for being a sissy and they humiliated me. I believe they were right, of course. But when Miss Sophia came with you, I was scared at first.... Now, I wish you and Miss Sophia will stay together forever..."
He stoped, hesitated and continued. "Sir... you know I never had a daddy. You are the first man who take care of me, and who is nice, except for my teachers, but they didn't saw me with my sissy baby self. I wish you could be my daddy Sir..."
"Come here baby", I said. He got up and run to me. We hugged for long minutes.

"When we're alone, you can call me daddy if you want, I offered."
"Oh thank you Sir, but I wouldn't dare..."
"You wouldn't dare disobey your Daddy!"
"Yes Daddy! I mean, no Daddy! Sorry Daddy! I love you Daddy." We hugged again.
We finished dinner and talked about other stuffs: my studies, my early life, cartoons and books Robin loved. Then we cleared the table, and he thanked me about half a million times. I put him on the potty, gave him his bath, diapered and dressed him for the night and he did the same with Betty. I read him a story and kissed him and his dolly goodnight. He told me "I love you Daddy" about a million times.

I was watching TV and texting Sophia when a big storm came up. Thunder roared loud. I put TV on mute, and heard Robin was crying. I entered his room and smelled immediately that he had pooped his diapers.
I turned on the lights. He was shivering and holding his dolly and teddy.
"There, there baby... Daddy's here. You're really a sissy wimp are you?" I joked.
He shook the head, as he was gagged by his pacifier.
"And a stinky baby too!"
He shook his head again and I saw a timid smile behind his dummy.
I lowered his bed bars and lead him to the changing table. I untied his pacifier and mittens and undressed him.
"Thank you Daddy, I am so sorry to bother you Daddy", he said still sobbing.
"Don't worry baby, I'm here to take care of you... Somebody made a big boom-boom in his didee while thunder made boom-boom in the sky?"
"Baba sowwy Dada", he said with a baby voice.
I cleaned him and put a fresh diaper. I put his pyjama back. As I was going to throw the diaper, I approached it from his nose. "Who's a stinky poo poo face?" I laughed. He suddenly began to cry.
"Hey! Don't cry baby!" I said while throwing the diaper. "I was kidding! Daddy's sorry baby!"
"I am sorry Daddy", he said. "It's just remind me when Miss Karyn crushed my head in my didee to punish me."
I hugged him and kissed him and started to tickle him. He laughed and I continued.

"Pwwease Daddy stop! Pwwease!"
"If you want me to stop, you have to give me a kiss", I said.
But it was impossible, as I stuck him on the table. He tried to get up while blowing kisses in my direction, laughing and screaming. He cried to laugh.
Eventually, I approached my face so he give a peck on my cheek and I stoped.
"Thank you Daddy", he said still laughing... "Daddy, I am sorry, I have wee-wee when you tickled me..."
"What! You didn't asked for my permission?" I asked laughing.
"Baba sowwy Dada", he said snuggling to me.
"Then, we have another didee to change!"
While I was changing his diaper, the storm started again. He looked very frightened.
"Do you want to sleep with Daddy?" I asked.
"Oh yes please Daddy", he sobbed.

We went to Claire's room, in her double bed where she offered me to sleep. I removed my clothes, juste keeping my boxer, and settled down. I lifted the blanket and tapped the mattress to tell him to join me. He lied down by my side shyly, still trembling a little and I lower the blanket on him. I passed my arm behind his shoulder and he snuggled up to me. I gentlely caressed his hair and he put his head on my stomach. We felt asleep almost immediately.
I woke up to a smell of grilled toast and coffee. Robin was kneeling next to the bed, holding a tray.
"Hello Daddy", he said.
"Hi baby! Did you prepared breakfast?"
"Yes Daddy. As you didn't put my mittens back, I had my hand free, so I went in the kitchen and prepared your brekkie."
I sat down and tapped my knees so he would put the tray on it. As he stayed kneeling, I told him to lay next to me in the bed.
"Thank you Daddy!"
"Did you eat anything?"
"No Daddy, I wouldn't dare eat before you do Daddy."
"Did you prepare something for yourself?"
"No Daddy, I just prepared brekkie for you", he said before kissing my cheek.
"Thank you baby, I said and returned his kiss. What do you have for breakfast?"
"Mommy dear give me ba-ba, Daddy."
"Well, let's fix a ba-ba then!"
"Oh please Daddy! Stay in your bed! Baby doesn't want to disturb you while your eating!"
"Ok baby, then go to the kitchen and come back with your ba-ba!"
"Yes Daddy! Thank you Daddy!"

He ran away and came back a few minutes later, holding a baby bottle that he handed to me.
He lay again. I gave him his bottle with one hand and ate with the other. When he had finished the bottle, I was finishing a spread of bread with butter and jam. "Do you want to taste it?" I asked.
I didn't wait for his answer and just pushed the bread in his mouth.
"Thank you for yum-yum Daddy!" He kissed me and cuddled me. I felt he was agitated.
"Is your diaper clean baby?"
"Yes Daddy!"
"Good."
"Thank you Daddy!"
"Do you need your potty?"
"Yes please Daddy!"
"Do you need to wee-wee?"
"Yes Daddy, and to poo-poo too, if you allow me..."
"Of course sweetie pie!"
"Thank you Daddy!"
"Can you hold it?"
"Yes Daddy, but I have to make quicky-quicky or I may have oopsie-daisy."
"Ok, then let's go to the potty!"
"Thank you Daddy! I love you Daddy!"

Claire and Sophia returned home in the afternoon. We spend the morning playing and hugging and for lunch I had a steack and feed him vegetable purée. When they came back, he run into his mom's arms and then into Sophia's and then into her mother's.
"We had the best week-end ever Mommy dear! I wish you and Miss Sophia and Madam Sabine were there!" He told them.
We told them everything about the two days.
When we left, after a very long hug with Robin, Sophia offered me to go to her home. We went to her room. She thanked me for taking so good care of Robin and we made love.

[SissyMichaela]

another lovely chapter.
i like your writing and how sissy robin starts to love his Daddy.
can´t wait to read more.

*hugs*
Michaela

[teddy]

i should LOVE to read more about these boys and their ladies.

[sissy29000]

Thank you for your encouragements Sissy Michaela and Teddy, here is the continuation.

4. When Robin became our sissy babymaid
After high school, Sophia and I went to university. We managed to stay in our town. Sophia studied business and I studied computing. We both graduated at twenty one. As a student, she worked in a clothes chain store. After graduating, she applied to become manager in a new store, specialized in baby and toddler clothes and she got the post. As I was unemployed, she hired me as an IT technician to manage the on-line sale web site and inventory control. We decided to move together and to get engaged.
This was going quite fast for young people. Many of our friends were not ready to engage in long term relationship and to enter adult life this early. But we felt like we were grown enough. Taking care of baby Robin certainly helped us to feel ready so soon.
We announced it to our families and to Claire and Robin. He jumped up and down whistling. When we put him to bed this night, he kissed us a billion times!

The same evening, Claire spoke to us during dinner.
She had just met a man and was also thinking about moving with him. He knew about her special sissy son and accepted him, but he was not very enthusiastic about taking care of him for the rest of his life.
Sophia spoke: "Claire, you take care of Robin since twenty four years. It's normal that you want time for yourself. Plus, I'm sorry to say that, but you won't be here forever. What will happen then?"
I continued: "In the other hand, we are going to move together and we don't have children yet. We work together and many of my tasks can be done from home. And as Sophia is the manager, she can organise our schedules... so we could take care of Robin if he came to live with us."
"But what if you decide to have your own children?" Asked Claire.
"Then, Robin will be a wonderful playmate for them..." I said.
"And a good little helper for us", Sophia added.
"You know it's a great responsibility?" Claire asked.
"Yes, but it's a responsibility I took when I turned him into a submissive sissy years ago", said Sophia.
"What about you Christopher? You accepted to take care of him as a baby-sitter and you did an amazing job. But living with him full-time would be a huge next level."
"Well, first of all, we just decided to pass a huge next level together with Sophia", I said. "And Robin have been a part of our relationship since the beginning. But I'll do it in one condition. I want to give him the choice to become an adult. Either he come to live with us as our “babymaid” with the obligations and advantages it involves, or we help him to live as a normal person, to find a job, to have his own house. And we have to tell him that there is no pressure. If he choose the second choice, we will still be his family and friends, we will still love him and we will still be here if he needs us."
Sophia and Claire agreed. They had no doubt about his decision...

The next day, we organised a meeting in the living room. Robin sat on the floor, facing us on the couch. I explained him the situation very slowly, explaining him that his mommy still loved him very much even if she couldn't take care full-time of him anymore. Then, I explained him the choice. I told him that we would be very happy to live with him. His life wouldn't change much, except that Sophia and I would be in charge instead of his mommy. But I told him that as he was twenty four, it was still time for him to change and to became an adult. Nobody would blame him, there would be no hard feeling. And if he showed himself unable to become a grown-up, he would still be welcome in our home.
"You can take time to think about it if you want", said Sophia.
Robin seemed very confuse. Sophia just asked him to "think" about what he "wanted". Since he was in this total submission toward her, she had ban him to use the words "want" and "think" as dollys aren't supposed to have will or personal reflection.
He thought a few seconds.
"I love you Mommy dear. And I would hate myself if I put obstacle to your happiness. Mister Perry (Philip Perry is the name of his mom's boyfriend) is a very nice man, but I understand that he doesn't want to bear a burden like me. I hope you will be very happy. I will be your little baby forever Mommy dear. Thank you for everything Mommy dear. I love you!" He started to cry and crawled to her. She cried too and they hugged and kissed for several minutes.
Then he sat down on the floor.
"Sir, I love you very much too. I considere you as my daddy, and you are the best daddy in the whole world. You have been so nice and comprehensive to me. I know you want nothing but good for me. I know you fear to force me. But I assure you that I am happy as a sissy baby."
I blew him a kiss.
"Miss Sophia, I love you so much! Thank you for making me your dolly, your sissy baby. Everything you did for me until now was good for me. And thank you for offering me to become a grown-up. But I know that you're always right. And you were right when you turned me as a baby."
She smiled at him.
"Miss Sophia, Sir, please, pretty please, may I live with you and be your babymaid?"
After this moving speech, we all had tears in the eyes. We hugged and kissed him and spend the day playing with him and discussing about our future new home.

We moved about one month later in a flat very close from the shop. We decorated Robin's room like his nursery, with pink wall and carpet and all his furniture.
We started daily life. Sophia leaves early in the morning while I wake and feed the baby. Then, he does household chores while I work on the computer. When I have to go to the store for IT service, Sophia get home to take over. If she can't, Robin come with me and wait in the back-shop.
He loves to come at the shop. For going out, he's dressed either with bermuda shorts or culotte, sailor's suit, gingham cotton poplin shirt or shirt with ruffled neckline and sleeves, mini short, knee length socks, slightly padded velvet cardigan or yellow oilskin, ballet pumps or Mary Jane shoes... All sorts of clothes that we sells in our shop, but made for his size. He also carried Betty everywhere.
Our colleagues are very nice with him. They treat him like a little kid. They show him the last clothes we received and ask which one he would like to wear. At first he was shy, but he quickly became more confidend with them.
Besides Sophia and me, the staff of the store consists of eight sellers and one needlewoman for adjustments, hems and repairs of clothes. There is one man among the sellers. Jim (or "Mister James" for Robin) is a twenty two years old man. He is openly gay and has no problem with our sissy baby, even if he has nothing in common. He's very sure of himself, he dressed elegantly but as a man. He has passion for fashion and he always thinks to outfit for Robin. He plots with Nat (or "Miss Nathalie" for Robin), our needlewoman, to make him new outfits.
We are very grateful to them, because until then, we were obliged to order expensive clothes on the internet.
Nat also taught Robin to make dresses for Betty.

At home, as I said, Robin is in charge of all household. When Sophia gets home, she inspect his work. She's tough on the slightest track of dust. When she found one, she shows it to Robin and make him apologize and beg for punishment.
In traditional families, the dad is supposed to be the severe parent and the mom is softer with the children. Not in ours. After Sophia has spanked him and put him in the corner for an hour or longer, I'm the one who comfort him and put ointment on his bottom.
He cuddle me, says "thank you Daddy, I love you Daddy" and then he goes to Sophia, kneel and says "Thank you for punishing me Miss Sophia. Thank you so much for helping me to improve my work. I promise I will do my best. Please forgive me Miss Sophia. Please forgive me for being a dirty naughty sissy. Please, I love you so much Miss Sophia! Thank you for spanking my botty, I deserved it a lot!"
She always answers "you're welcome sissy. I forgive you. But I want you to be more careful next time."
"Thank you Miss Sophia! I promises I will!"
Then, she allows him to hug, she kiss him and she tells him "I love you too baby".

After one year, we decided to get married. We didn't organise a huge party, but still we invited our families, a few friends and colleagues.
Karyn was Sophia's maid of honor. She wore a pretty dress and teased Robin for not being allowed to wear grown-up clothes.
Robin was our ring bearer. He was dressed all in white, his blouse was made like a top of smocked dress, with lace on the collar and sleeves. He had shorts with suspenders, low-fronted shoes and white silk stocking. Exceptionally he didn't wore a diaper.
I had explained my friends and family that he was the bit retarded and effeminate cousin of Sophia. Only a few people would have understand, and certainly not my dad or most of the men of my family. But they all found him cute and they told us that we were very brave and nice to take care of him.

Nevertheless, many other guests knew the truth. For the dinner, Robin was at a children's table, with Sophia's cousins. There were seven boys and girls, aged from six to nine, and him, being twenty five and dressed like the younger of them. They were briefed by Karyn who organised a contest: the first kid who would make the sissy cry would win a price.
First, they laughed at him, teased him, called him a "sissy", a "faggot", a "crybaby", etc. Then, they asked him why he didn't had a diaper and forced him to drink a lot of water until he had a urgent need to pee. Of course, they forbid him to go to the toilets. Then, they removed his flatware and made eat like a dog. They pushed his head in his plate, so he was covered with food. Fortunately, he wore a bib to protect his blouse. They didn't stop to pinch him, to cuff him across the head, to tickle him, to press his bladder...
An eight years old boy threatened him to push his fork in his thigh.
"Please Mister Vincent", he pleaded, "don't make me boo-boo".
Kids exploded to laugh.
A seven years old girl threatened him to spill her plate on his shorts.
"Please Miss Cindy, don't spill your yum-yum on my shorties, it will make them yucky."
The laughter continued.
A six years old girl stole Betty from his arms. She made fun of him by imitating him cuddling her.
"Please Miss Doreen, may I have my dolly back?"
Vincent, the eight years old boy, took the dolly and tried to rip her head off.
Robin began to cry.
The boy raised arms in sign of victory and launched the doll. Robin threw himself on the ground. He cuddled his dolly, which was intact, but he continued to cry.
His mom came to him.
"I think baby is tired", she said. "It's time for beddy-bye!"
Robin nodded.
She made him stand. There, she saw that he had wet himself.
"What happened baby?" Asked Cindy, the seven years old girl at the table.
"I wee-wee myself Miss Cindy", he answered.
The kids burst out laughing and triumphed.
Claire made him thank each one of them for the fun evening and say "nighty night Miss Cindy,  nighty night Miss Doreen, nighty night Mister Vincent..."

Finally, she took him to his hotel room. I slip away and joined them.
"I'm sorry Sir for the trouble I made at the dinner."
"Don't be sorry sweety. You were a brave little baby, and a good mommy for protecting Betty. I'm proud of you."
I kissed him on the forehead and we hugged. Then he hugged Claire and we got back to the dinner.
I gave a mean look to the kids. They feared a moment that adults would punish them. But later that night, Karyn kept her promise and gave Vincent a bag of candies.
Sophia noticed that I was pissed off. She agreed that Karyn may have went too far. But she reminded me that Robin had chose this life, including this kind of humiliations. And that he loved when I comforted him.

We went on honey moon for two weeks. Robin stayed with Claire and Phil. We called him every day. He always told us that he enjoyed himself with "Mommy dear and Mister Perry".
After this holidays, we returned to daily life. But not for long: Sophia was pregnant!