Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: babyamylee on August 15, 2020, 12:40:49 PM
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Older brother and younger sister Chris and Amy were the terrible twosome.Everyone said it, affectionately. They were often scheming, pranking and playing games. Usually non malicious, but sometimes out of control, people looked to these two with humour until they were affected by them, and it happened too often. What people didn't realise was, Amy the younger of the two, was the ringleader, and Chris really got roped in so she would quit hassling him.
She had a way of needling him and breaking him down so he ended up being a party to some grand plan, but he liked nothing more than the quiet life a normal boy would enjoy. The occasional football match, the endless video game tournaments. It was only with his sister he ever misbehaved, but they never took it too far for their mother until one day.
It was the first week of summer, and Chris was playing the final stages of a football tournament he and his friends were finishing online. There was plenty mirth and bantering back and forth. The tell tale sign of his door swinging open told him his sister was on the prowl.
"Guess what we are going to be doing?" There she was, playful, exhuberant. Amy, in her inimitable way, bouncing with ideas.
"Not now" he sighed. "I'm playing a tournament."
"Correction, my fine friend. You are finishing a tournament, I can see this is the final!"
"Please, I can't just leave now. We're starting another. Maybe another time."
He was the best player among his friends, and used to winning, entirely down to the amount of time spent practising.
She giggled.
"Look, you know how this goes by now, I nag you, you give in, we have fun, and that's that."
He rolled his eyes. She continued.
"Let's skip the first few parts and get to it."
"...Okay fine." He said his goodbyes, telling his friends that his mother was calling him.
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"What is it we're going to be doing this time?"
She clapped her hands, and got to work.
"Well, Kelly, our cousin Kelly, word has it she has a dance performance coming up..."
Where does she get such info from, he thought. She is like a hive of information.
"Thing is, she has this costume, a really grown up, snazzy number. A red leotard with a cute built in skirt. Very cute. Very modern."
He didn't care.
"Aanyway, I figured if that somehow went missing, she would have to go to practice in her old tutu from last year."
He shrugged.
"So what?"
"So what?! It's only the most embarrassing thing ever! The tutu is childish, really poofy pink, and she will look so foolish next to all her friends. They have all moved on! OMG it will be so funny! We will give it back don't worry. She will get it for the performance, it will just be funny to see her dressed like that for practice."
"You want to hide a dress? And you need me why?"
"In case there is someone there, you can distract. I know Misty will be there, forever guarding the house, you can play with her while I do the deed."
Misty was the lovable dog.
"Anyway, I have the key and I'm doing all the dirty work, you can even deny you knew anything it will be fine."
He couldn't see an issue, she would take the fall, and he would go back to his games. Five minute walk. Five minutes to get the dress, five minutes back. They walked together, him nervous, and her, loving every minute. At the house, sure enough, the dog was there. It wasn't out of the ordinary for them to be there without their Uncle and Aunt, they often fed the dog for them.
Amy left to go upstairs, and Chris stood there amusing himself with the dog. Amy came down after 8 minutes, holding a colourful garment and some matching shoes. That was it? That was the big idea?
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Disaster! Suddenly, there was someone at the door, talking into a phone.
Instantly, they panicked. They could explain being there well enough. But being in Kelly's room, holding her dress? Not so much. Amy grabbed Chris' hand and ran him out of the room to the back door. He opened it, and they ran as fast as they could.
Little did they know two things. One, the person at the door was only there to make a delivery and two, they left the back door wide open, and Misty got out.
An hour later, a panicked call was made to the house, about their back door being open, and the location of the dog. Aunt Elise was stricken. As the key was used, it was only ever going to have been them who used it, so their mother got them both together angrily and asked what happened. She was getting quite fed up of the increasingly embarrassing phone calls regarding their pranks, but Misty going missing was a new experience.
They did not mention the dress at first, but they did admit to being in the house, and a search was put out. Their Mother, Anna, sent them to their rooms, and went to help search. It took three long hours before Misty was found, playfully unaware of any hullabaloo, in a dirty stream at the back of the park. Both children were a little bit more concerned than usual. Their pranks didn't usually have big consequences.
Chris of course, had his computer to play with, to keep his mind off it, and try to not concentrate on the forthcoming punishment. The more he thought about it, the more he assumed Amy was probably cooking up some excuse. He heard some foot stomps up the stairs.
"You two, on the landing, now!"
He had never heard his Mother booming so loudly.
They both made their way to the landing, and looked guiltily at each other.
"I have NEVER been so embarrassed. To think that anything could happen to that poor dog. And my sister, my poor sister and her family. You have both gone too far this time. Go back to your rooms, I'm going to get the whole truth out of both of you." They looked distressed at each other. and stepped back into their rooms.
Anna followed Amy in to hers.
Amy would fess up, right? She said she would...She did...Of course there was always the possibility she might lay the blame on him. Would Mum believe that? Maybe, but in his word against hers, she might believe him. Wait, Amy was going to lay all the blame onto him wasn't she? Two can play at that game!
As he was playing this mental game, Amy was doing nothing of the sort. She told her mother calmly what happened, that it was all a joke, and a mistake. She took responsibility for what she had done, and left her Mother in no doubt they were both to blame. She was very sorry, and cried at the news the dog was safe and well. Chris did not know this.
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Anna then stomped into Chris' room.
He was going to give Amy no chance to blame him for everything.
"In your own words tell me what happened."
"I was minding my own business. Amy comes in, just says I have to help her with something. You know how she gets. I can't say no. It was her idea!"
"So, you were weak and helpless to resist your two years younger sister. Continue."
Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"So she had a plan to get this dress but we were going to give it back before she had practice!"
"Amy already admitted she was going to give it back *after* practice but before any performance, so that's a lie. You're not doing too well Christopher. Continue."
He was only ever called his full name when he was in trouble. And he knew that he couldn't call Amy a liar. Why would she admit to that if it were not true?
"So she went and got it, I was just playing with Misty, and then we heard them coming, so we ran and must have left the door open! It was all her idea!"
"...and who went into the living room to get Misty in the first place, and who opened the back door?"
He hesitated. Had he not done that, he might have been able to lie. But that gave it away.
"I did...but....she was dragging my hand!"
"So it's all her fault is it? You instinctively do whatever your little sister tells you do you? And it was you who got Misty, you who opened the door, not her, you should have closed it too!"
This was not going well.
"So to sum up, you accuse your tiny little sister of bullying you into doing it, you lie to me about it, and it was you who got the dog, opened the door and failed to close. The dress is not the issue. The dress was a little prank. The door is. The door was the reason the dog got out. That was on you!"
Tears were welling up in his eyes.
"I will call you down when punishment has been decided. You have gone too far this time."
She slammed the door, leaving him in no doubt things were not going to go well.
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Two hours later, they were both called down. They looked at each other annoyed. It seems Amy had heard his attempts to blame her for everything. He was annoyed she had roped him in to another scheme. They dared not speak, but the look said it all.
They stood in front of their fireplace. Their mother approached.
"Sorry will not cut it this time. I am fed up to the back teeth of the pranks and the jokes. This was waiting to happen. I told you a million times to stop pranking people!"
He whined, Amy shot a look across from him.
"I don't want to do it but SHE always ropes me in!"
"Don't you DARE try to blame your little sister. I can see that she has far more maturity than you. She took full responsibility, and you did not. She admitted the truth immediately and took responsibility for what she did. You have done nothing but blame her for everything, you could have said no at any point and it was you who left the door open!"
"But..."
Amy suppressed a satisfied grin. She was furious with him right now.
"No buts. I am angry, and it will make me madder. Now onto your punishments.
Amy, the dress I am not too concerned with, but I did tell you no more pranks. I guess it is embarrassing to wear that tutu is it? Well guess what? You will be going to dance practice with your cousin for the time being. And you will be dressed most wonderfully."
She said this with sarcasm, and left it in no doubt what Amy would be wearing. Amy was relieved. As punishments went, it could have gone worse. It would be embarrassing to wear the tutu after playing such a prank, but she had the charisma to pull it off as a joke. A couple of sessions and she'd be fine.
"Now, my immature boy. It seems you just love doing your sisters bidding. Well by the end of the summer you will be sick of it."
She turned to Amy.
"It seems he can't say no to you. Well now he is yours. He has to do what you say. No matter what. For the rest of the summer. If you need anything from me to achieve it, let me know, and I'll be here to make sure he doesn't disobey, with an extra week for every serious infraction. We are very wealthy, so ask if you need anything. Sky is the limit."
She turned to him.
"By the end of the summer you will resent doing anything your sister asks you, same as most boys. I don't know what she will want from you, but I'd encourage she has fun, because you wronged her too lying and need to learn a lesson. Also, I am fed up with you spending all your time on the computer and your sullen attitude. This will make you yearn for independence and break you out of that cycle."
He was speechless and stood there, mouth agape. Amy was esctatic.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"What? She only got dance classes! What? this isnt fair! I wont do it!"
"She showed responsibility, and she didn't almost lose Misty".
"No way! I wont do it! I wont!"
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She grabbed him and pulled him over her knee. "That's an extra week. Takes you right into school! I should have done this a long time ago. Amy? Do I have your permission to spank him?"
After a brief moment of confusion, she grinned and clapped. "Oh...yes. Sure!"
"Do you want to try?"
She squealed. "Uhm...yes, but, get started, I'll just go grab something!" Anna pulled down his pants exposing his bottom.
The spanking started, slowly, and he whimpered with each swat. Amy came running in holding a wooden school ruler. Anna stopped. "Good girl. Your turn!"
She swatted, hard, and it stung not like before. The whimper was louder, and the tears started to well. She gave him 7 more swats and the dam burst.
"How many was that?" She asked.
"6 in total I think?" His Mother was either counting wrong or playing with him. That was now 10. Amy swatted him four more times, and the boy was a blubbering mess. He rose to his feet.
"Now, Amy is in charge of you. Do you accept this?"
"Yes.." he mouthed, dejected.
"Good. Time for bed I think. We will start tomorrow. "
Amy had an idea already.
"Mum? can I stay up for an hour? I'll send him to bed but we can talk right? In fact, we can have girl talks every night, his bed time will be earlier than mine!"
He looked offended. But what was the point?
"Wonderful! Okay you can stay up..." She looked at Chris, who was silent. Then looked at Amy and coughed.
"...oh! yes...Bedtime Chris. You go to bed right this minute!" His sister was loving this. Had she not done wrong also?
He trudged upstairs ashamed, and could hear the telltale signs of laughter and entertainment. He fell into a frustrated, worried sleep.
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Have to catch up to where I was tomorrow, ive been sent to bed early today. Ill post a new chapter as well dont worry i will finish posting this!
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The whole summer (plus a week) seems awfully extreme, but I'm more concerned about how much power Amy has over her brother. I can only assume she's able to make him attend dance with her, but can she send him in her place? Make him take her punishment fully and get off scot-free?
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babyamylee, Chris has a problem. After letting Misty out of the house, he now has his younger sister in charge of him. I wonder what she has in store for him in the morning. Good start and keep 'em coming.
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Next morning he was awoken by his sister pulling the covers off him.
"Come on Christopher! Time to get up!"
He groaned and shouted.
"Uh-uh-uh. I'll let that one slide, but remember, I'm now in charge!"
It all came flooding back. The prank. The dog. The punishment. Oh the punishment.
"So me and Mum were talking about my boundaries and rules and limits during our girl chat last night. Turns out I don't have any! Wont that be fun? We are going to be closer than ever!"
He groaned again. This early?
She sat on his bed.
"So I was thinking. If I'm in charge now I can't be younger, cause that doesn't work. I did think of advancing my age but I kinda like being my age. So here's what I decided. You are going to be a little boy. I haven't decided your age yet but just know you're much younger than me and not a teen. Okay?"
He frowned and shook his head. "That's another day. Mum says I have that power. Okay?"
"Yes, okay". He wasn't going to risk another day.
"Yes Miss Amy. Say that."
He cringed. "Yes Miss Amy."
"Good little boy. I've run you a bubble bath. Get undressed and I'll get you clean! Oh we are going to have such fun!"
"Y..you will...g-get me clean?"
"Yes! Little boys don't clean themselves!" She beamed. "Now get yourself undressed. come on we don't have all day. Lots to do today!"
He reluctantly removed his pyjama bottoms and top, leaving only his underwear. She rolled her eyes. "Come on..."
"..not that...."
"That's another day."
He pulled them down slowly , covering his privates in his hands. She grabbed one of his hands away and,holding his hand, walked him to the bathroom. The bath was filled with bubbles and a few bath toys, and, stepping in, he noticed the overpowering feminine fragrance. Chris and Amy both had their own separate toiletries, and Amy was a girly girl. He would no doubt smell flowery and sweet, he glumly thought.
Amy went to the cabinet and grabbed a sponge, a scrubber, and a flannel. She was going to do it. She was going to clean him.
"A few ground rules. When I ask you to do something, you do it. That doesn't mean you have to like it. You can whine all you want. Little children like you do that. It will be cute. So go ahead. Whine, beg and plead. But when I lay down the law, let's just put it this way. For the summer, I am Mummy. You don't disobey or refuse, ever. Do you understand?"
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"Yes Miss Amy..."
He paused.
"But do we have to do this? Its not fair! I can wash myself!"
"I thought you couldn't say no to me. Thats basically what you told your Mummy yesterday isnt it? And that's not grown up behaviour. So it looks like you need someone older to look after yourself."
"But you are younger than me!"
"Not now I'm not. Now I'm a grown up to you and you are just a small child. So get playing with your toys little boy. Right now."
He picked up a duck and pantomimed it swimming. She started to scrub.
"By the way, Mummy. That's what you call our Mother. Little boys say Mummy. You will be nice and sweet with Mummy and not lay down all your complaints on her, she has enough to deal with. She will notice you are a sweet, darling little boy and start to see you and treat you that way. It's natural, that's how respect works. She will see you as a little boy because you will act like one."
It felt humiliating and extremely strange for him to sit there as his sister scrubbed him.
"Oh you like that one? good..."
He had picked up The Little Mermaid and was swimming her about.
"OK, time to do your little willy and bottom."
He shrieked. "No fair! Please leave me alone to do them, please!"
She just giggled and started to clean it, whispering "so cute" at the whining.
His hair was next, and she gave it far more attention than he ever did.
She got him to get out and then started to dry him with a poofy pink towel. Again, his modesty was not protected.She doused him in talc to make him soft and then led him to her room.
"OK, so I don't want you all scruffy today so I was thinking until I can figure out what to do I've got an idea."
She went into her closet, making him stand there nude. She came out with a single item.
"Since you liked Ariel The Little Mermaid so much, here, you can wear these. It will be so cute!"
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She held up a pair of girls swimsuit bottoms with the famous Princess mermaid on the front, colourful. Green and blue with a logo. He recognised them as her pair she swam in, minus the top.
"I'm not wearing those!"
"That's an extra day. Oh how happy I'm going to be!"
"I'm sorry Miss Amy, I meant, please don't make me wear those, please!" Another defeat.
"That's better, but the day stays. Don't worry, it will be cute. They are just children's briefs. Not necessarily girls! Perfect for a pretty little boy like you. Now step in!"
She held them out, and he gingerly stepped in. They fit just perfectly. Amy was as tall as he was, a slight boy taking after his absent father, not his tall, imposing mother.
"OK, that's you dressed! Come and sit on my vanity stool while I do your hair!"
Dressed? He wasn't dressed! He whimpered and walked over, sitting down.
She started to brush and straighten it, snipping bits away to straighten. She and her friends were often experimenting with hair.
"Perfect length right now for a nice bob. Until it gets just a little longer."
After what seemed like a whole day but was not long at all, she placed two clips in his hair and then she pulled the towel off the mirror on the vanity. He looked ridiculous. Styled like a female pop star's short hair. He felt exposed. He had to speak up and choose his words carefully.
"Please, Miss Amy. Haven't you had enough fun? I'm sorry. I didn't need to blame you. Please, don't make me walk around like this!"
"Please little Christopher I haven't even started. I'm not allowed to prank any more. I'm going to have so much fun with you. This is the most fun thing I can ever think of!"
"But I'm so under dressed!"
"You know what? You are right!" She walked into her closet again, and he longed for at least a dressing gown, or a reprieve. Oh god a reprieve. She came out holding a box.
"I have just the things!"
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She put the box on the vanity and opened it. He groaned. It was full of jewellery. She took out an ankle bracelet, a set of bangles and wrist bracelets, and a necklace. They were adorned with hearts and sparkles. This was not what he meant by dressing.
Now he was "dressed" in his Disney swimming bikini trunks, an anklet, wrist jewellery and a pretty heart necklace. And nothing else. His hair had the clips too. They didn't count.
"Now remember, I'm in charge so there is no use complaining to your Mummy. You just be nice and don't unload on to her. You be sweet and I wont add any more days or spank you."
She grabbed his hand and started to walk with him hand in hand, he was panicking. Out of her room he went, exposed, and she walked him downstairs right into the kitchen where their Mother was sat.
She looked up from her tablet and giggled, a broad smile.
"Well don't you look nice!"
He winced.
"I...yes Mummy." He stood there, fidgeting, and clearly conscious.
"And Mummy. So sweet! I can see she's got you whipped up into shape already!"
Amy grinned. "Well I decided he should behave much younger, it will make him easy to manage. Just treat him like he's a little boy." She sat down.
"Well. Time for breakfast. I want some delicious cereal and orange juice. Chop chop!"
Chris got up, receiving a playful swat from his Mother, and fixed her breakfast, then grabbed his box.
"Uh-uh-uh. You sit down there. Not your turn."
He had to sit there as she ate, making him watch every bite. He looked over to his mother forlornly.
"Don't look at me honey. You followed all her orders before didn't you?"
Amy shot a glance at him, his next response had to be good.
"It's nothing Mummy. I'm not upset. I was just hoping to make your breakfast as well..."
Well saved. Amy looked at him proudly.
Anna continued happily. "Maybe tomorrow honey. Although I'm not sure you are old enough to cook me hot food so we will see little one..."
He had cooked his own pancakes many times before,not to mention bacon. She knew he was capable. His Mother was more than playing along.
Amy finished the last scoops of her cereal and then, to his surprise, got up and poured his. She started to mush it up for him and then started to actually feed him. He was also given a glass of milk, which he was not fond of.
Being fed in this was was very frustrating for him, not to mention embarrassing. But it could hardly be worse anyway.
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"Now. I think with all that done I hardly think it's fair Mummy has to do all the housework is it? So for today, I think we are doing to do it. And by we, I mean you."
She went and grabbed a frilly pinny, and Chris was set to work cleaning. He was, naturally, upset and offended, but reflecting on how it could have been worse. Every draught was a reminder of his outfit. But at least his sister left him alone while he did chores. She instructed, she judged, but he was not under constant fire. She fed him, each meal, and made him drink yucky milk as opposed to the coca cola they both liked that he was "too young for".
By the end of the day he was exhausted, and ready to sit down to watch the football. Unfortunately, his sister had other ideas. He was sat in front of cartoons. His sister was busy trying to get out of her punishment, her dance practice tomorrow. She had less chance of escaping than he did, he thought, considering how easy she had got off. The tutu wouldn't even be too much for a "girly girl" like her, but she didn't want to go and was busy making every excuse as he sat in front of the TV.
His sister sent him to bed at 8, in his bikini bottoms, and he knew ultimately he did not have the means to hide from her if he decided to change, so he trudged upstairs. Butterflies were in his stomach. After a long day of graft, would he be able to play his computer games? He opened the door. It was still there! Then he noticed. The plug was gone. Clever.
He read a few comics, bored, then went to sleep.
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babyamylee, Keep the chapters coming. I can't wait to see what happens with the dance practice. Somehow, I think that Chris is going to go to dance practice in Amy's place. ;)
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He was, once again, woke up by the feel of his sister pulling off his covers, leaving him exposed. Thankfully, he was not bold, and he was still wearing the Ariel the Little Mermaid bikini trunks from yesterday, and nothing else.
"Oh my, I'd forgot how cute you look. Today I have to go dance, but don't you go thinking things will be easy. I will have your Mummy babysit you with strict instructions when I am gone. No WAY are you seeing me in the tutu. Come on, I've run you a bath. Take those trunks off. You can leave them here, believe me, you haven't seen the last of those."
"Please Miss Amy, haven't you had enough fun yet?"
She giggled, and shook her head.
Once again, he was given a bath in very feminine fragrances. His sister scrubbing his privates never got easier for his ego and neither did the instructions to idly play with the toys, but he started to do it instinctively just to keep his mind off what was going on, which secretly amused his sister to no end.
After the familiar talc he was once again brought to his sisters room. The fantasy of him wearing his own clothes melted away with that. She handed him some more swimming trunks. This time, they were her Rapunzel ones. Similar to yesterday, but purple and pink. Amy really loved her Disney princesses, and he wanted to puke.
"Please not those Miss Amy, please. I'll wear the ones from yesterday!"
He paused. He was begging his sister to wear her swimming trunks. She giggled.
"I know how much you loved your new Ariel panties but you can't wear them every day. They need cleaning!"The key word was "Your". She wasn't taking those back.
She held them out and he stepped into the purple Princess trunks. They had a picture of Rapunzel and her name, and flowers on the bottom.She held up the matching top, but decided "not today" and sat him down again.His hair was once again touched up in the bob style and she once again fetched the jewellery. There were bells on today, attached to the anklet and bracelets. He would make noise wherever he went. Then she produced some clip on earrings.
"Don't worry, they are just clip-ons, for now". He was not worried until she said this.
He went to get up but she pushed his shoulders down again.
"Since you will be spending lots of your day with Mum I want you to be extra sweet and cute. She took out her makeup bag.
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"Don't worry, I'm just going to make you look neat and cute it wont be too obvious".
"But it's not fair!" He interjected. It wasn't. His punishment was far more severe than hers. But it was too late now.
It struck him that giving him understated make up may be a waste of time, but in the end it was noticeable. She did use lipstick, but it seemed to match his lips, making them look tidier and gently enhancing the curves making them more feminine.
She also used a pencil on the outline for the same effect. She applied light shadow and lots of mascara.
"Lots of boys wear this" she reasoned. Not to give him dolls eyelashes and not boys like him.
She had definitely done something, he could feel it, but the result was not too obvious. She then started to thin out his eyebrows, which he resented as permanent for the near future. It was also painful. He whined.
"So what? You are mine for over 7 weeks now. You are not refusing are you?"
He knew better and lightly shook his head.
His eyebrows were thinned out, again, nothing drastic. But all these small things seemed to make a big difference. He was looking more and more like a sissy.
She doused him in her perfume, and he smelled so clean and feminine. Not like a scruffy boy at all.
"OK, hold out your hands!"
She came at him with pink nail polish.
"Miss Amy...I'm not a girl. Don't do this. I'm not a girl!"
"I know you aren't a girl, but you are MY boy and you know what I like. Now sit still!"
She expertly applied the polish both to his hands and then his feet. He looked at himself in a mirror. How was any of this fair?
After a hair dryer to the polish he was led downstairs, to the kitchen where his mother was sitting.
She looked up and practically swooned.
Amy shot a glance his way.
"G-good morning Mummy."
The glance turned to a proud grin.
"Well good morning little one. Don't you look sweet and cute? I must say with every passing day I find myself liking your look a little bit more! And do I smell perfume? Oh how delicious. Pretty boy!"
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Amy beamed. Clearly her mother was proud of her.
"My, look at those pretty nails. And the makeup! Oh your eyebrows are so neat. And those Rapunzel pants. Are those clip-ons?"
The question was directed at Amy. Of course it was. It was her who dressed him.
"Yes, but I'm going to pierce his ears soon. I can do that right?"
Chris hoped for a reprieve.
"That's not up to me is it?" she grinned.
Anna shot a an impressed smile at Chris, who just blushed defeatedly.
Amy had coached him on the way downstairs.
"M-Mummy, would you like me to make breakfast for you?"
"Awww....how sweet! I'm besotted by this new you I really am. I'm afraid I'm going to be having eggs. Amy is he old enough to make eggs?"
"Certainly not, a boy his age can't use the cooker."
"Sorry dearest" Anna continued "maybe another time."
Breakfast continued similarly to yesterday. Chris hadn't worn full clothes in two days, was getting used to the feeling, but it never got easy being this exposed. He thought about whether it was better being dressed in tiny trunks only or having an equally girly top to cover up the top half. Maybe better this way.
Amy then packed for her day out and said her goodbyes, turning to her brother. "Behave yourself for Mummy. I will hear of any disobedience. I've left a list of things to do. Don't try to get out of them. Be nice, and sweet and make your Miss proud."
She smiled sweetly and surprised him with a kiss. This was a shock to him. It seems she was growing well into this role and the old rules truly did not apply. He was her little boy not her older brother.
She waved to him.
"Bye bye Christopher. Bye bye!"
She waved until he waved back, dazed, still disbelieving all this was happening to him.
His mother closed the door.
He felt desperate.
"Are you really going to make me go through with this? Can't we just say we did?"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"An extra day to your tally already. At this rate you will never be independent."
"But Mum! I've learned my lesson! All she gets is dance lessons. This is excruciating! She allows me to whine, so long as I don't disobey, so let me just have my say!"
"Hmm. You know it wont change my mind. Look, this is good for you. You look so sweet, and you have been so well behaved. I wont change my mind, so you might as well continue how you were yesterday. It was wonderful."
"B-but Mummy!"
She giggled. "No buts dear.
Now first I am to teach you how to walk today. She wants you to be more dainty and I am to make sure you stick to it."
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She taught him to walk small, girlish steps, with the hips and bottom, and his elbows close to his sides and his wrists either placed at an angle or limp. No more idly stomping about. It seemed no accident any more that his sister chose feminine clothing twice on the run. He was also taught to sit demurely, effeminately, as per instructions left. So he minced around the room, and sat like a girl over and over as his Mother watched, to his utter shame.
"Now next on the list, I'm going to teach you sewing."
"I don't need to sew. I don't want to!"
She shot him a withering glance. For the next couple of hours he learned to sew, embroider, knit. All stupid things no boy could ever accept. How could she dare make him do this? But he became proficient enough for a first go.
Next, he daintily tidied his sisters room, a chore he was spared yesterday, which he thought down to being her particular chore. But no, he was not afforded this luxury. He was getting used to housework, which made him resent it more. He also had to wash her clothing, even her underwear. No indignity was spared. At one point, he reflected. There he was, stood, in ultra feminine appearance, in an ultra feminine room, the boy in him was disappearing.
The list specified he had to alphabetise all her music and DVDs all the while listening to an album taken from a list. Various girl bands and more Disney soundtracks and films. He could puke.
His mother seemed to be enjoying him at work, constantly making sarcastic comments about his little pink Princess trunks and swatting his bottom playfully and giggling as she noticed his feminine gait, which he was, by the end of the morning, doing absent-mindedly because she had spanked him twice for forgetting.
After waiting on his Mother hand and foot during lunch time hours he was then sent upstairs to dust.
Whilst doing this he came across something he thought he had lost: His computer wire. Jackpot! She had hidden it under her old books. He knew how savvy she was, he would need a replacement. Making his excuses, he went into the spare room to look around, and found a similar one. It wouldn't fit his computer, but to the naked eye, you wouldn't tell. He swapped over and felt buoyant.
His enthusiasm was stepped up afterwards thinking of joining his friends in a clandestine game of football. He had become increasingly worried about meeting them in his current state or his sister somehow tricking him into exposing himself to them, but a quiet, midnight game of FIFA would probably not go noticed.
His mother noticed this enthusiasm, and smiled along. She was rather enjoying this new him. Truth be told, he was lazy, and sullen, and dull. This new side of him was cute, dainty, and sensitive. This was a better, more lovely Chris. Watching the girlish movements in the poor sissified boy made her determined not to let him get away from his sister before the punishment was done. She preferred him this way, by a lot, and once he got over the initial shock, she reasoned, so would he.
During the afternoon he seemed to be happier, maybe he was coming around to it too, she thought.
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Next came a moment he would dread all day: his mother sent him outside, to bring the washing in. He stood at the doorway, looking sullen.
"Look honey, if you think your sister is going to let you out of this, you are kidding yourself. You might as well get it out the way with me."
He stood there frozen.
"Christopher, if you refuse to go out there, I will add more days and tell your Miss."
He still stood, his stomach in knots, and shook his head.
"Okay, That's an extra week."
He shrieked and stepped out into the back garden. His exposed half naked body only covered by the most effeminate prissy princess trunks, jewellery and obvious makeup.He started to run. His Mother spoke.
"Uh-uh-uh. Like I showed you."
He couldn't believe all his bad luck and started to mince daintily.
He started to collect the clothes, looking around everywhere across the high fences. Luckily he couldn't see anyone around. Mindful he would probably be doing it later, he took care to fold the items. As he got to the section where his sisters clothing was, just as he picked up a pair of her most feminine panties, his worst nightmare was realised. He heard a high, distinctive squeal followed by a giggle.
Stood right at the fence, his big crush. Natalie, his next door neighbours daughter. One year older, blond, athletic, tall, and beautiful. She toyed with Chris' emotions, knowing full well how he felt, but never letting him on. He had stroked himself to bliss many times thinking of her. Worse, her brother was Chris' age and would undoubtedly tell everyone he knew.
"Oh my gosh!"
Chris froze, naturally. She laughed.
"Chris? What's going on? Why do you look like a little sissy?"
"I..."
Once again, the proverbial cat had his tongue. He blushed and went weak at the knees, but composed himself.
Natalie looked very sympathetic. She did like Chris even if he did prank and joke about too much.
"Come on, you can tell me. It's great if you like this. It suits you. You look very sweet."
Her voice was very kind, even if she had the wrong end of the stick.
"N-no I...it's just a prank. My sister played a prank."
"Oh she did, did she? That doesn't explain why you would be doing it on the day she went to her dance classes. Oh I knew about those."
"Well...."
"I also knew about your little mistake and poor Misty. Who do you think found the dog in the end? This is part of your punishment? I can't say I disapprove. This is such a bold look..."
She grinned. Her voice was witheringly sarcastic, but at least she seemed to be on his side rather than yet another antagonist to his life.
"Y-you knew?"
Her eyes widened and she nodded. "Oh yes. I must say, Rapunzel is also my favourite Princess. I'm so glad we have lots in common! Where is the pretty bikini top that goes with those pretty pants?"
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"I..I am a boy..I don't need...one of those."
"Of course, how silly of me. A very pretty little boy is still a boy! I shouldn't force more clothes on you. You seem to be enjoying your cute little outfit."
He blushed, all this attention from Natalie was getting him a little hot under the collar, and luckily, she was making her exit as it would soon become noticeable in his trunks.
"Well little boy I look forward to seeing how you progress. I know things can be tough for a sissy like you. I'll be here for support. I love the new you! Toodles!"
She called him a sissy, and it hit home. Red with embarrassment, he walked back in the house. She probably wouldn't be seeing him as a stud any time soon after this, especially after noticing how weak, pale and lacking muscle he was under the finery. Would she tell people? He was not so sure. She was kind-hearted but...if he knew a boy in his neighbourhood was doing what he was, he would also tell everyone.
The thought made him dread as he walked back to his mother.
She greeted him with a big kiss. She was very much enjoying this, his cuteness, his lack of rebellion.
"Now I think your makeup needs a retouch. Your Miss will be back soon, you must look your best for her!"
He resented this so much. In the back of his mind he was expecting his mother to relent and put a stop to it, but she seemed to be enjoying it most of all.
He was marched up to his sisters room, to him the living embodiment of girlishness, the least comforting place in the world, the place that made him the most out of place, the most nervous, and was sat once again at her vanity.
She giggled as she went over his makeup, keeping the understated and classic look, but he was less than amused. Would this really be the whole summer? When would his sister get bored of this?
She then made him walk the length of his sisters room practising his new walk and mannerisms, and shockingly holding up her mobile phone. Pictures? Video? His mind raced.
She started making him pose about the room in his new outfit, snapping away and not hiding the fact. He would have to figure out a way to delete these later, he thought. The poses were all girlish, and any sabotage was met with extra days at his sisters control.
She had him sat at her desk reading her magazines, posing in front of her mirror, holding up a dress as if to wonder how it would feel, posing cutely in front of the window with his elbows on the pane, his butt in the air, as if he was surveying the outside world. Natalie caught a glimpse and he recoiled. He had to redo that one. Thankfully, his mother was not getting his face in the shot, so he was spared having to pretend he was enjoying it to the watching amazonian goddess in the next yard.
The worst was on her bed, among all her dolls and teddy bears, he was posing if it was the most exciting thing in the world with a big excited grin on his face at all the toys.
"Ooh, there's Rapunzel!" Anna said, with some excitement. "Pick her up and give her a big hug and a kiss!"
He groaned. Would she keep these to herself? He fished out Rapunzel from the army of cute dolls and plushes and gave her a hug and a kiss.
And it was at this point his sister came marching into the room, to a chorus of laughter.
"Oh that's too cute! Oh my gosh. You must love Rapunzel sooo much. She's on your pants, and of all the dolls you could have had you chose her!" Ominously, she had a full shopping bag, and placed it on the bed.
Chris had had enough.
"No! She made me do this!"
She giggled. "If only you could see how silly you look, and you are still blaming girls for making you do things. You just haven't learned yet. Has he been good for his Mummy?"
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Anna looked ambiguous.
"Mostly. He's added a week but he's not been too bad."
"Well a week and two days, cause he's just shouted at me."
The reality was dawning on him, she had all the power and until he could do anything about it or she got bored, he better be very careful. To his mind he was now on over 8 and three quarter weeks as her plaything and counting.
"Come here little boy."
He got up and walked over, like his mother had drilled into him. His hips swirling, feet in front of each other, his arms close to his sides, his wrists limp. She clapped in excitement.
"You did it! he's so dainty!"
His mother pressed her hands together.
"Isn't it wonderful?"
He stood in front of her, sheepish.
"Time to give your Miss a kiss-kiss little one."
He stood looking confused, and awkward. Did she really want it? what was going on?
He hesitated and then noticed her pursing her lips, and moved in. He planned for a short peck, and as soon as his lips met hers, she grabbed the back of his head and kept him there for around 10 seconds. She could taste his lipstick, this was going so well.
"There, Mama is very proud!"
He shot a glance at his mother.
"No, not her. Me. That's what you call me now. She's Mummy. I'm Mama. Don't you think that's the cutest?"
This was the final straw. The final dent in his ego. This was his little sister! And that's how she would remain!
"No! No way! Not this! Not this! This has gone too far! There is no way I will ever call you Mama. This is so unfair!"
Both Mother and daughter looked incredulous and sarcastic.
"I wont do it! I wont!"
His sister grabbed his hand. "Come with me." She took him downstairs. Within a minute he was over her legs and she was spanking with the ruler. It didn't take long for him to start blubbing. His mother showing no sympathy. He had only had to call his sister a pet name.
"Are you ready to comply little christopher?"
"Yes...Mama..." That was tough, but it stopped the onslaught, he knew it would. He was still blubbing.
She sat him next to her, and put his head on her shoulder, and shushed him. Then she took a remote and switched on Rapunzel, and they watched together, his spirit at least for tonight broken. He would get it back in the morning, but at least for now, rebellion was no longer on the cards.
The film was the only bit of entertainment he had all day, and his mother handed him the same doll he clutched before, so it was at least engaging, and relaxing, even if it was shameful and humiliating for him to be so defeated, as he was, submissively sitting next to his sister in his little Rapunzel trunks and not much else, finding comfort in a child's doll and a girls film.
He would never admit this but he enjoyed the film. Maybe it was the fact that it was relaxed, maybe the story of the Princess trapped in a tower all day doing chores and finally finding freedom. He admired Rapunzel's resolve and strength. It had been a long day but this was the best part.
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After this it was his new bed time, so he was once again taken up to his sisters room. The jewellery was put into a case all of its own.
"I have just the thing!"
She walked into her closet and started throwing out clothing as if searching for lost treasure.
"Ah ha!"
She walked out holding pink, purple and hideously colourful Pyjamas, with his Princess Rapunzel all over them. Searching for silver linings he could only find that he would at least be wearing trousers.
He could dress himself, but of course his sister had other ideas, and made him step into them as if he were every bit the child she made him out to be.
"All better. Wow, you look every bit the princesses that you idolise! So pretty. Are you ready for bed?"
He knew this was a loaded question. He was going to bed anyway, and more time with her would only be more torture.
"Yes...Mama..."
To this she reacted with joy like a mother hearing her baby talk for the first time.
"Good boy! You know its your bedtime and you're not going to give Mama any trouble! You know this is for the best! Good boy!" She stroked his hair and his cheek.
She spanked when he was bad. She was kind when he was good. But he didn't want to be good, and he didn't want to be spanked. He would figure something out, he had to.
Then she handed him the jewellery box and the doll and led him to his room, thank goodness he still had one place where the old him existed, mostly.
She put the jewellery box on his bedside table and put him into bed, giving him a kiss and stroking his hair.
"Hmm. This place really could do with a spruce up. Oh well. night night." With that handed him the doll to hold and tucked him in, and left. He remembered the computer wire, but he was just too tired and drained, so went to sleep.
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Amy is wearing him down so ably! I almost want to ask for shorter updates because there's so much goodness in these chapters!
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Thanks very much. That's high praise coming from you. I posted a lot of these already but they were too large so I had to cut it all down and repost. When I catch up I will make it one post a day on it again.
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Thanks very much. That's high praise coming from you. I posted a lot of these already but they were too large so I had to cut it all down and repost. When I catch up I will make it one post a day on it again.
High praise? You flatter me. I'm just a humble sissy who puts on my frillies one leg at a time, same as you. :)
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babyamylee, poor Chris is really being worn down by Amy. She sees him as a little boy and puts him in hs place if he rebels. Those Repunzel pajamas are to die for. Great segments and keep them coming. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
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babyamylee, poor Chris is really being worn down by Amy. She sees him as a little boy and puts him in hs place if he rebels. Those Repunzel pajamas are to die for. Great segments and keep them coming. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
Thank you so kindly sissy.
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Once again, he was woken by his sister pulling the covers off him in an act of sheer pleasure for her. He once again groaned once he realised where he was. He saw his nail polished feet, and the purple pink and yellow pyjama bottoms, then remembered it all. He was still holding the doll, and tossed it aside.
"Come on little christopher, we have another big day ahead of us!"
Using his full name was something only his mother did, when he was in trouble. But here, it somehow made him feel smaller than ever.
He was undressed of his pyjamas and trunks and these were tossed in his basket with yesterday's trunks. At least he wouldn't be wearing those.
Again, he was naked in front of his sister, which never got easier. She took his hand and led him sheepishly to the bathroom. She admonished him for stomping his feet, but when his gait reverted to a more quiet one she did not yet insist on him mincing around. The bath was already ready.
"I got you your own stuff yesterday so you don't have to share mine. Isn't it exciting!?"
He didn't answer. He looked around at the assortment of bubble baths soaps and sprays which were all for little girls and sighed. His bath followed. He wished it would somehow feel normal, but it just didn't.
He was being humiliated by his sister, and she was clearly exercising her power and loving every minute and he could do nothing for fear of the punishment going further and further.
As usual, she clearly enjoyed washing his nude body leaving his "privates" last. Some privacy he had at this point. He just had to pretend to play with his toys, acting naturally, trying not to think of it. It was an act of pure motherliness from her, feeling in charge. She was proud.
She then held his hand and took him into her room.
"Well you know Mummy is rich, and yesterday, she gave me some money to buy some stuff. I will get more as time goes on, but don't worry. Today will be totally cool just like yesterday!"
He groaned. Yesterday was not cool.
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"I got you some new, err, trunks, yesterday." She went in the bag. They were based on Frozen and featured two princesses.
"I know Rapunzel is your fave. Don't worry, she will feature soon!"
He stepped into the trunks. They were frilled around the waistband and legs, with a little bow, and baby blue with baby pink hearts. They were also cotton. They did not feel like the others.
"These....are...knickers?"
"Well I couldn't get Frozen trunks...Don't worry you will still feel just as comfy all day!"
That was the least of his concern. He was now wearing knickers. Any mental gymnastics he could do was out of the window. He was clearly wearing girls underwear.
"But it's not fair! It's not fair!"
He was not allowed to refuse, but he was allowed to whine, so he whined. He must have seemed ridiculous.
"Oh don't worry honey, it wont be like this forever. I'm just making the most of the moment. At least you are wearing blue today. Kinda. Now don't be a cry baby, big smiles for Mama!"
There was that word again. He cringed.
"Besides, I got you a little extra today, you wont be just in pants!"
She went into the bag and pulled out a matching camisole vest, similarly frilled and adorned with a large picture of the two Princesses.
It only came down to his mid torso and did not cover much up top, he pondered. There were frills around the edges and the same baby pink hearts adorning the baby blue cotton.
Once again he was led to the vanity table and makeup was applied to his face. She had just cleaned off the remnants of yesterdays, why do that only to redo it?
First she applied foundation that seemed to match his skin to his mind, and worked the contours of his skin with a brush to highlight them.. She was giddy with excitement every time she got to work on him, he was wondering if she would ever get bored of all this. But she seemed to be adding every day.
Next she pulled out a large case and opened it. It was full of lipstick and pencils. Why did she need this? Yesterdays was still out.
She started looking through the pinks and matching them to the love hearts on his knickers. It dawned on him, she was colour coding.
"No please! Can't you do blue!?"
He stopped himself and cringed. He was begging to be put in blue lipstick, and she laughed out loud.
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"Don't worry! I know what I'm doing!"
She finally found the matching colour and traced around his lips, giving him a distinct bow and pencilling in a slightly darker shade around the edges to give depth.
Then she reached for her eye shadow, matching the colour once again.
"See? Blue! Although when I'm done I just know you're gonna love pink! Wont you?"
He wanted to scream no, but he knew he could not. He had to behave.
"I think maybe not..." Was all he could muster.
"I think maybe not, who?"
"...I think maybe not, Mama".
"Good boy. See? See how better children behave when you get such a good nights sleep? But I do think you're wrong. Mama knows best. You'll see!"
"yes Mama."
He was utterly defeated. Wondering how he would get out of it. Thinking, waiting for the right opportunity.
His eyes were baby blue and his lashes thick and long.
"It's good you kept your hair so shaggy. It's almost long enough for a nice set of pigtails, I can't wait. I have so many plans little sissy!"
She put his hair clips in, with big love hearts, then led him to his room and put on his jewellery. The feeling of humiliation never seemed to go away as his little sister feminised and led him around.
One things for sure, when this was over, he'd never take orders from her again.
She led him by the hand towards the stairs, but stopped.
"What happened to your pretty walk from yesterday? Did little christopher forget?"
She talked down to him in a way that made him feel incredibly small. She wasn't angry, nor disappointed, more honestly asking if his mind was so small as to not remember things from less than a day ago.
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He just mumbled "sorry". He was not up for an argument right now.
She remained still, looking at him with eyebrows arched up, waiting, and a patronised smile on her face. Would he remember?
"...sorry Mama".
She smiled and started to lead him again, him remembering to walk in the delicate fashion his mother had showed him. He was met in the kitchen with the usual glee from Anna, his Mummy. Every day she seemed to think Amy outdid the day before. She fussed over his knickers and makeup, pawing over him like he was a shop dummy with a wide grin on her face.
"This is the best thing ever! Who knew what we could achieve if only I put you in charge!" she said, to Chris' absolute terror.
Amy gave him a knowing, expectant look.
"M-Mummy..would you like me to make your breakfast?"
She looked like her heart melted. He wasn't helping himself.
"I would love a bowl of bran flakes. Amy, is he old enough to make himself these?"
Every day was fresh offence. Of course he could make his breakfast.
But now he all of a sudden couldn't? He opened his mouth to object but...nothing came out.
"Yes he is, I think he can manage that! Make Mummy some breakfast christopher."
"Yes Mama." His mother smiled, remembering the pet name he had now adopted to reflect his sisters status. He blushed. What were they talking about? He was doing all sorts of chores now, how could he not handle this? It was just teasing!
He poured the bowl, of flakes, but the lip of the milk caused a big spillage on the counter.
His mother sighed. "Hmm. Maybe this is a bit to much for you." She earnestly replied.
One again he had to watch as his sister ate hers and then she directly fed him like a child. He kept looking at his mother for sympathy. None came.
"So what will you two girls be doing today?"
"Mummy! I'm not a girl!" Chris whined. Anne took one look at the boy in the little girls underwear, with the make up and jewellery, whining with clutched fists and pleading to his Mummy and laughed.
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"Oh I'm so sorry. Of course you are a boy. My sweet little dainty boy. Well Amy?"
"Hmm? Oh I have plans. Have you thought about the, uhm.." she mouthed the words shopping with her back to Chris.
"Oh well I went online yesterday for...advice on that. And I will be going out today just to...check.."
This was all guarded which made Chris all the more alarmed.
Amy, now his Mama, put him in front of the TV and handed him her Rapunzel doll. She switched on Winx, a cartoon clearly for girls, while they talked in the kitchen. He crept to the door, but they were still being guarded. He merely discovered his Mother was going out shopping, and they were talking about what this meant for school, which he was wondering himself as he had worked out the extra days he had accrued put him in the first three weeks of school and counting. They had not decided yet. He ran back to his cartoons and watched.
It was all about fairy princesses and was incredibly girly, but at least he was being left alone for a while, and when he thought of it that way it wasn't so bad. Why did he have to hold this doll? Why couldn't he sit on the couch? It was right there!
She popped her head through the door.
"OK, come up to the bathroom!" He looked distraught, bathroom?
"Oh you look sad..is your little cartoon not finished? Don't worry, finish that episode first. I know how you love your little fairies".
He rolled his eyes, but went back to the cartoon, which had just started another episode. He was in no hurry to go back to the bathroom. What was it? More makeup? She patted the sofa. It seems he was allowed on when she was around to monitor him, and he had to snuggle next to her with his doll in his hands. She put his head on her shoulder and stroked his brown hair, shushing him. Under different circ-umstances, this might be quite nice, but he was so ashamed and could do nothing but limply accept his fate at this point. This was the third episode he watched, so he was becoming familiar with the characters and theme.
When time was up he she held his hand again and led him upstairs, making sure he was still walking delicately in line with his new status, and shouted in to their mothers bedroom, "We're ready".
They went to a bathroom where a bag was perched on the closed toilet seat.
Chris looked very concerned.
"W-what's going on?"
Amy piped up. After all, this was all her idea it seems.
"We both really really like you this way honey, you are so lovely, we just want to make the most of it!"
His mother piped up.
"Don't worry some day things will get back to normal it's just, until then, me and your Mama are going to change you for the better!"
"We're going to pierce your ears. Don't worry! It will hurt only a short time but then, you'll look like a Princess all by yourself! Certainly a cute lovely, sweet, little boy!"
He shrieked. And then remembered he could not refuse, but sure could whine if he wanted to.
"Noooo please don't make me please! I'll do anything, I'm not ready, please!"
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Look, many girls go through this. Now you can whine and complain but the quicker we get this out of the way the easier it will be!"
Could he struggle? What if they botched it as he wriggled? Oh gosh. He saw them closing in.
The process was brief and momentarily painful, but it was his ego that took the biggest hit. He squealed, which made him feel even more weak. How could he take this like a man?
Both his ears were studded with cute sparkly pink flower studs.Anna squealed with glee. "I'm so proud of you both! My little boy, for being such a good, brave delicate little thing and obeying all his Mama's instructions...and my big girl, for being such a clever and strong guardian. What a young woman you are becoming! I have never been so happy with my family!"
He squealed. Inwardly he was so distraught. This was making her happy and proud? This?
"You even squeal like a girl! Oh my! Well. I have to go out. I will see you both later!"
With that she hugged Amy and gave her a congratulations and fawned over Chris like he was a baby and left.
Amy approached him next, and grabbed his top. He figured it was another self congratulatory kiss but it was something far more concerning. She took it off and placed it neatly over the hand rail and covered him up with a fluffy pink towel, leading him over to the sink. He was about to have his hair dyed. Blond.
This was a sliding doors moment. His mother was out. He could have perhaps made a run for it. He was not confident about overpowering his sister, even two years his junior she showed strength that he never seemed to have, but he could make a break for it.
Show enough rebellion to lock himself in his room, get dressed and then climb out of the window. But go where? His friends? It was unusual for them to pop around here, they were used to him visiting, as they were scared his sister would play a prank. But he couldn't tell them the truth, so he could only stay momentarily. His aunt? She would more than support his mother.
He reasoned he had no choice. He wasn't desperate or unhappy enough to live on the streets, this was all like one of his pranks, extended, and would one day end. His friends wouldn't find out unless he was stupid enough to visit them, or they were told by outside forces, and he still trusted his sister enough not to do that. She was still his sister, and although he hated her right now, he was respecting her more and more as his guardian, and still loved her.
His emotions were racing. He gently wept as his sister started rinsing his hair.
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By the end he had a shock of golden blond hair "like his favourite, Rapunzel". He was losing himself to this. What of the boy in him was left? There he was, naked save pretty girls Disney underwear, covered in jewellery, with his ears pierced, and covered in cosmetics. He smelled very much like his sisters room thanks to the copious scents and perfumes and soaps. And to cap it all off his hair had been neatened and fixed in a feminine style and was now blond like a barbie.
She again started working on his eyebrows, thinning them further. Before, they were just neater, but this time, they were clearly feminised. Thinner, arched, pretty.
She replaced his top and took a number of pictures, making him pose. Then she sent him to do laundry as well as other chores. He noticed the Disney trunks in the wash. He wondered where they were going after. Amy did call them his trunks. She had not nearly done her fair share of chores since the punishment started, and it seems that was just fine to his mother who did not so much as comment on the disparity.
Once again he was sent outside to put the wet laundry out, and once again his early attempt at rushing was stopped, this time by his sister, who made him walk all the way back in and start again to teach him a lesson.
Daintily putting out the clothing it was once again when he was handling his sisters pink sparkly knickers when he heard the giggling, followed by a shocked tone. It was Natalie.
"Oh my gosh! Y-your hair? Oh my gosh!"
She was shocked. Was this good? Maybe Natalie would help him. Kind, beautiful Natalie would save him! She would realise they have gone too far!
"This is so cute!"
She walked to the side gate between their houses and walked in closer, and then squealed a girlish excited squeal. About what? ...Oh...
"Your piercings! Oh my god to die for you are so so cute!"
She stood there, inspecting him like this wasn't one of the most traumatic experiences of his life. He could see Amy in the kitchen window, watching on smirking. She knew he had strong feelings for Natalie.
"Both ears, just like a girl! You are the perfect sissy!"
Natalie towered over him, a tall, athletic girl who seemed like 10 years his senior to him rather than 1. She was a Goddess, and this was the last thing he wanted her to see. He was against the odds with her before, now it seemed impossible he would ever be with her.
"Frozen today is it?" she said with mirth, referring to his costume.
"I don't get to choose..."
"Oh I'm sure a boy like you would have chosen Rapunzel again but this is so cute too!" she said, with faux concern.
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He was about to interject nervously but it was at this point Amy walked through.
"Oh my god sis you are doing the best job!" Natalie said.
Natalie and Amy were very close friends, although so was he and Natalie. Why was she taking sides? Sure, Natalie and Amy were both in their years athletics teams and shared a lot of time together but, he was close too.
"Oh Nat I am not even started! Maybe next time I have to go practice you can babysit him? Would you like that christopher? Mistress Natalie looking after you?"
Natalie made a shocked gasp with a grin, this was all very enjoyable for her too.
It was of course, a loaded question. His answer did not matter, but if he said no, she would use that to make it seem like he didn't like Natalie, and maybe even cost him another day. If he said yes, well, he was admitting he wanted to be babysat by Natalie.
"Y-yes Mama..."
Natalie burst out laughing and was in tears.
"Mama! Oh Mama. This just gets better and better!"
"Yes that was my idea too. Just so we all know whose in charge. You can be in charge of him too. He's got Mummy, Mama and Mistress. The three Ms. And if he misbehaves too bad you can tell your brother. Or just add days."
Her brother was in his class, but like many boys these days, lazily sat at his computer all day while girls outperformed in both school and sports. Natalie was a hunk. He was a wimp. This was becoming more and more normal. Her brother wouldn't venture into the garden to see him by accident, so this threat could be carried out by Natalie but he would be safe if he behaved.
It hurt to put Natalie in charge too. He fantasised daily, normally, of being her boyfriend, rescuing her from bullies and sweeping her off her feet, as tall as she was. Right now she would never look at him the same ever again.
"Do you hear that little christopher? I'm Mistress. Wont that be fun!? Well I have to go. Girl stuff. Girls are so much better than boys don't you think? Bye!"
What did that mean? Whatever. He had to focus on getting inside the house, and started mincing to the door, his sister followed.
"Come on little christopher, upstairs". She patted his little bottom. She led him into her bedroom, the source of much of his torment.
She let him stand there as she surveyed the scene, enjoying the moment as most she could. "Today you're gonna be my playmate!"
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I can't believe all I posted today was only half the chapter I did in one post. No wonder Betty warned me!
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It's all worth it.
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It's all worth it.
Thanks. Its hard to post these cause i dont have the strongest confidence no more so all the encouragement is worth it. Glad i was made to continue. I know it at least makes someone proud and Im glad lots of sissies enjoy the stories. I have a few more on the go but it will be a long time before i finish. One of them was set up very different but ended up very much like this, need to rewrite a lot of it.
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babyamylee, You don't worry about your confidence. You are doing a fantastic job with this story. I love how Christopher is being treated by Amy. You continue with this story with all of your confidence intact. Can't wait for the next chapter. 8)
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He noticed she had brought a box from the attic and placed it next to her dolls house. It was full of her old toys. He figured she was too old to be playing like this, but she was a girly girl and seemed to still like her dolls as ornaments and comforters.
"Okay go into your room and neatly fold up your clothes on your bed! Then come back in here right away! And don't dawdle!" He didn't have to be told twice. The outfit was embarrassing enough.
He was walking daintily even when she wasn't watching, he didn't realise.
He came in, naked, blushing. This should have been easier by now but it wasn't. His body was muscle free, hairless, thin and weedy for a boy, perfect for what his sister wanted.
"Just got to find the perfect outfit. Always wished we could play together when I was growing up. Now you can be the perfect playmate. Hmmm...here!"
She came out holding a pink dress, one she had not worn for quite some time. Her mother bought it for a wedding but even Amy had limits. It was poofy, white petticoated, with a sash belt tied in a bow and frills around the edges, with big poofy shoulders. She hung it up.
"Hmm. Tights or no? Got to get the knickers right too..."
She took great care in choosing undergarments he would take great care never to show anyone.
She chose some frilly white cotton knickers with a bow and pink lace around the legs and waist and some white knee socks.
Stepping into them it struck him how comfortable they were, not for the first time he noticed how much softer and tighter and more fitting knickers were for him. No baggy ill fitting underwear for him. Just soft, nice fabrics that felt fresh. He would never admit it to anyone of course, he was too stubborn, and it was all so unfair and he was just too ashamed.
Next the soft knee socks, white and with a subtle diamond pattern sewn in.Then the dress was pulled over him, and buttoned at the back. He would clearly need help to take it off. It came down to his knees and seemed to stick out to an impossible angle. He stood there feeling so ashamed at how girly he had become. The outfit was again comfortable, and he was at least covered. Everything seemed to fit perfectly, and after a couple of days of wearing nothing but swimming trunks he was at least covered in soft, well fitted clothing, albeit with his bottom half open and exposed in a skirt. He could not ignore just how emasculated and weak he was right now and stood there nervously.
He was even given matching mary jane shoes, so this was the first time in three days he had been fully dressed. His masculinity was ebbing away and the threat of flashes of his underwear worried him. Surely the teasing would be too much.
"Where's your dolly hmm? Go get her, you should carry her more!"
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He toddled off to his room to retrieve her. He found that in his new heeled shoes he had to be extra careful, which he resented. The draught blew up his skirts right to his knickers, which reminded him that girls have to be more careful with their outfits as one mistake would show the world their underwear. Thankfully he was indoors with his Mama, he pondered. His sister, what was he thinking? His sister.
"So cute, it's extra cute knowing how awkward boys are with femininity. must be feeling so weak and fragile and the only thing you've got for comfort is your dolly! Tell Mama how you feel. Be honest christopher."
"Honestly? This is hell! Boys grow up thinking girls are the devil in lace! I can't handle all this! I'm all over the place! Can't you do anything?"
"I can. I can do anything. But I adore you this way, and so does your Mummy. Before I took charge you were lazy, dirty, sad, withdrawn, addicted to games, and boring. Now you are pretty, clean, useful, helpful, sweet, sensitive about everything and everyone and so so cute! This is my dream! I used to fantasise about giving you a makeover. And I always wanted you to play with me, but you never would."
"You could have played with me! You never asked!"
"What? Play football games all day? I'm a girly girl. I liked fashion, and dolls, crafts, dancing, and being constructive. When I asked you to play with me you always said no and your games are so unwelcoming to girls. I've heard your friends and what they say about girls. Now I can make sure you play whenever I want, however I want. My little baby sister. Isn't that cool? Now. Go put Ariel The Little Mermaid on right away!"
He moved to get up but she interjected. "Uh-uh-uh. Just as you are so keen to tell me when you refuse to do something, you will tell me when you obey. Now what do we say?"
"Yes Mama."
He was over a barrel. He couldn't afford more days and weeks to this torture, he hadn't even reached half of week one.
She grabbed a number of dolls and went into the box she had obtained from the attic and brought out a tea set, carefully positioning them around her floor.
She took her camera and set it to a timer, taking a picture of both of them pouring teapots for the delight of their audience.
"Now, I'm showing you all this so when I tell you to play tea set you wont have to ask me how. Ask Rapunzel if she wants some tea."
He cringed. Getting ordered about all day was taking its toll on his ego.
"Yes Mama."
He mumbled the words halfheartedly. "Rapunzel do you want some tea?"
"That's another two days! We're approaching 9 weeks! You have to listen to how I say it."
She mouthed the request with a high level of theatrics and a sweet over the top girlish voice.
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"No, no way!"
He looked ridiculous putting his foot down now. Kneeling in a dress with jewellery and blond hair and caked in makeup and little studded earrings, this was his limit?
"Another two days, plus a spanking. Want to make it an extra week? Say it like I did, but cuter. Younger...
...Don't spoil this for me!"
She looked sad, kind of like she'd been waiting for this for a long time. That took him back. This all meant something to her...this wasn't just her teasing. This wasn't revenge or a prank. This was something much more important to her.
He gave in. "Pwincess Wapunzel would you wike a cup of tea?" He said sweetly. The camera was set up, unbeknown to him, rolling. His sister would edit this, just to keep the good parts, to replay it for her own satisfaction.
"Oh you do? Spwendid!" And he poured her an imaginary cup of tea. He was momentarily feeling sorry for his sister among all this. He could have played with her and been nicer, he didn't have to go this far but, he'd been mean in the past when she just wanted to play. That's why she got him to do all the pranks, he reasoned. The pranks were gender neutral, but she was too girly for him and he was too lazy and macho for her. Now look.
She beamed a smile and clapped at his speech. She was no doubt getting too old for this type of thing but it was her fantasy and she would indulge it.
Between them they made sure all of their "friends" had tea and cakes and then he was made to have imaginary conversations with them about his favourite dresses and movies, while keeping an eye on Little Mermaid, which he found engaging.
He was made to be cute and kiss and hug them and even his sister. Three days in and this was still excruciating.
"Okay! That went so well!" She was brimming with excitement.
Then they both practised skipping, holding up his dress as he did so. It was hard in his mary jane heels but by the end he was proficient, which made Amy very satisfied. This was her dream! She would never tire of this!
"Now! Let's see. Time to...play hide and seek!"
This was a little less humiliating. They started in the hallway and he was determined to prove to her he was more grown up than she was treating him by winning.
"Hmm. Let's make this interesting. If you win...you can take two weeks off the total, and no spanks tonight. And if I win...hmm...you have to tell Mummy you really enjoyed playing with me today and make her believe it. You have to talk to her like you were at tea party. Just for today. And you can't tell her about the bet. In fact, tonight, you can't do anything but act this way around her. You can whine to me, but when she's around, she has to believe you are loving it. And lets make it cute. When you are seeking, you have to skip, I'll do it too. That way we will know where we both are when looking."
"That's not fair!" He whined.
You're right. You're getting one day of trouble, versus a full two weeks off if I lose." When she put it that way....maybe a series of bets would be how he got out of this. Maybe he'd win this one and challenge her some more...
"...okay...Mama."
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She wrote out a contract in pink pen, for the bet, and they both signed. At least he would have it in writing. 9 weeks would become 7. However, if he broke the contract in any way, it would become 6 months. He would make sure not to break it. And if she broke it, by cheating, or by refusing to knock the weeks off, he could show this to Mummy and the whole thing would end. Oh please, he thought, cheat! Cheating would be going out of bounds, or moving around once the count had finished.
"Okay so here's how it goes. You go hide, and I'll find you. We'll time it. Then you have that time to find me! Wont this be fun?"
He didn't want to admit it, but after the days of chores and the tea party, this did seem like fun. Okay, think of somewhere!
She turned her back at the front door. His daintiness would serve him well, as he crept up the stairs, holding his little skirts. Ultimately he knew one place she would never guess he would hide. The source of his torment. Her walk in closet.
Going into her room he was careful to close the door and daintily crept towards her closet. The days of being gentle was helping him be aware of his surroundings, not clumsily stomping around. He figured he there could be a while, so instinctively picked up Rapunzel. Why? For something to fidget with, he reasoned. Yes, that must be it.
Walking in he noticed just how much colour and frills and volume there was to everything. He perched himself behind a pink party dress at the back and sat himself on a box of shoes, waiting. He noticed just how much he fit in with this ambience right now in his dress, which made him shudder. But he was going to win this game.
With nothing better to do he began to brush his dolls hair and examine her like any girl.
His sister was frantically searching. The first place she went was his room, and without a walk in closet he had limited options there. Not under the bed, not in his wardrobe. Hmm.
He wasn't in the kitchen cupboards. Oh! The attic. Time was ticking, he'd done a good job. Checking in the boxes of old toys and clothes, nothing there, he would stand out in that poofy dress surely.
Then it hit her. Of course. Of course. Skipping boldly into her room, she noticed the Rapunzel doll missing from the tea party. She giggled. He was becoming more sensitive. She virtually pounced on her closet and walked to the back, grabbing him by the wrist.
"Caught you!"
He groaned, playfully. They were having fun, it almost took his mind off..everything.
She noticed the doll in his hand, momentarily, but made sure not to say anything. Didn't want to discourage the natural process.
"I should have guessed you'd be here! Little sissy loves his Mama and cant get enough of her clothes!"
He blushed, this would have been an insult but, they were playing, it wasn't an insult, she was happy, and giddy. He let it slide.
"OK, my turn to hide!" He noticed she led everything, even the play time, everything was on her terms. But it was what it was. He could enjoy the game still.
"OK. It took me 5 minutes and 10 seconds. See?" She showed him a watch.
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"Ooh. We should get one for you so you can time it. Let's see..." She was going through her drawers. Of course she had a watch. It was adorned with ponies and was pink.
"Cute! Okay to the front door!"
He placed his arms on the front door and buried his head in them, counting just like his sister. He counted slow, to use this time to work out where she would be.
"Coming! Ready or not!" He remembered the deal, and started skipping. Hmm. She would hide right where he had! Straight up to her room and in the closet. Definitely there. Caught you!
She was not there. Rapunzel was, still. He grabbed her and quickly replaced her in the party. It was if nothing else neater this way he reasoned. Why did he do that? Why did he care?
His mind was racing. Ahh! His room! of course! the reverse!
So he skipped into there, and looked around, she wasn't here. Time was ticking. The attic! Again, a fruitless search. Nothing in the kitchen or living room, and he was panicking. And then it hit him. The kitchen door was unlocked. She had gone outside. Out of bounds was outside the property of the house, but she wouldn't be stupid enough to go out of the bounds of the back garden. She would be in the shed at the far end.
He was running out of time. Peering through, he looked for signs of life next doors. Could he handle Natalie seeing him in this dress? It was bad enough before, but there was no boy left in him, not even the outline of his body. And he'd seen her once, this would be too awkward to bump into her again.
Disaster. He saw the neighbour Tom, Natalie's brother, one year younger than her and his age. What was he doing out? He never went out! Natalie was also with him. Did his sister play a perfect hand? Natalie seemed to be just diverting him with babble. Could he crawl and avoid detection? Not to get to the shed where she undoubtedly was, and there was no way he could risk Tom finding out, as then every boy would know.
Tom had his back to him, but Natalie could see him peering through the door guardedly, and giggled, as she talked to Tom. Chris had no knowledge of this, but his sister immediately darted to the fence and cooked this up, it was a perfect plan, and not cheating, because he had every chance to still go find her. Amy didn't need anyone to find out just yet, she didn't want to ruin him as a boy as he wouldn't handle it right now. Plus, he'd been a good sweet boy, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. So she knew he was stuck as there's no way he'd bring this on himself.
He cringed, panicking, and ran back through the house looking for her over and over again just in case. He couldn't afford his Mummy to think he was enjoying all this even for a day. Would she even buy his excuses tomorrow if he spent the rest of the day acting like a perfect sissy?
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His heart was pounding. He went up to her room and peered through the curtains. Natalie looked up and smiled. Tom was still there, oblivious. And in the window of the shed, he could clearly see Amy, looking up at him. He had to grab her to win the game. He had ten seconds left. Tears started welling up. He cried, everything was just too much, his emotions were spiralling. He knelt and took his doll and hugged her, crying. He just needed something there to hold to while he wept.
His sister had clearly bolted back in, as she was in the doorway quickly, and saw him weeping. She felt proud, he was totally different already. She went over and hugged him, noticing the doll.
"Come to Mama. Come on. "
She shushed him gently. His emotions were all over the place. Right now she was the best friend he had, and the worst enemy. It was so comforting to be held by her right now, he was not used to crying, but he also reflected that his little sister was the one mothering him and every time he thought to pull away the feeling of helplessness came over him and he leaned further in.
When he calmed down, they read her magazines and chatted. It felt almost normal. The magazines were about pop stars and makeup of course, and she even still subscribed to the Disney princess magazine. The chats were about feelings, and what she thought he'd look good in, and the things she could do that he would simply adore. She believed every word, and he got more and more weak as the conversation went on.
They heard a car pulling up.
"Now remember. Mummy isn't to know about our deal. You know what to do. Skip. Talk cutely like before. Tell Mummy how much you loved today. Act like the little sissy I want you to be. Here. Let me show you how to curtsy..." She pinched her skirts and bowed her legs. "You have to do this for Mummy when you see her. Ooh and me as well. Show me". He copied. Three times. He was ready.
"Remember. Break your contract it's six months. You talk sweetly to Mummy the rest of the day. Tea party style. You tell her what she wants to hear. You behave like a perfect little sissy. You agreed. If I break our deal in any way, well, our game is over and you get to call it all off. Fair. Now before we go down. Tell me how much you loved today. Like how I want." He groaned. This would be tough. He blushed madly.
"Mama, I weally loved our pwaytime today!"
"And how much do you love your Mama?"
"I wove my Mama with all my heart!"
"And do you promise to be a good little sissy for me?"
"I pwomise to be a good wittle sissy for my pwetty Mama foweva!"
He knew he was on thin ice. 6 months? She was honourable enough to keep to her word but he wasn't going to give her any chances.
She burst into a big grin, and handed him his Rapunzel doll to carry.
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"Perfect! Oh darling this is the best thing that's ever happened to us! You have NO idea what today meant!"
She kissed him on the lips, their lipstick meeting. He was taken aback. Sisters kissed, but brothers and sisters did not. He was not getting used to it, still!
His mother was going back and forth bringing bags to her room, and they timed it with her last trip, standing waiting in the kitchen. She gasped. The pretty dress suited him so much! This was all too much for her, and she started welling up too. This was wonderful!
Amy spoke first, with a proud grin on her face, bringing her Mother to tears of joy. "Hi Mum! Hope you had a nice day!" Then she peeked over at Chris.
He curtsied. "Hewwo Mummy....your sissy wittle boy hopes you had a wovewy day!" The words were excruciating and he was blushing like mad, but he knew, if she questioned it, it could be game over, 6 months.
She giggled a half laugh, half cry.
"Oh my gosh, that's the best. Oh my. This is so wonderful!" she sniffed.
"Your manners...that pretty dress....You have no idea what this means. I've been so fed up with you both but this has been heaven the last few days!" she said, holding back the tears.
"What did you two get up to today?" She asked, pointedly at Amy, the charge.
"Let Mummy know what we did sissy!"
He kept up the charade. No excuses for Amy to pull out that contract.
"Yes Mama! Anything you say!" He curtsied. "Well when Mummy kindwy gave me my pwetty piercings Mama chose to make my hair all pwetty and blond wike my Pwincess Wapunzel!"
Anna's heart melted. She could not believe this.
"A-and h-how do you feel about that?"
"I wuv it Mummy it is so pwetty and cute!" He looked over at Amy, she raised her eyebrows approvingly, that wasn't enough.
"Pwease keep my hair all pwetty and cute from now on!"
Amy nodded slightly with a small proud grin.
"Oh darling! I'm sure Mama will allow that forever if you want!"
He blushed, keeping a sweet smile that hid his deep shame. Of course that's not what he wanted!
Amy saw it was her turn. "..oh! Oh yes, it suits you so much, we will keep it colourful and cute. No more boring brown hair for sweet sissy!"
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He noticed they both had "boring" brown hair that was now forbidden.
"So what did you do next honeybuns?" The next question was directed to him. It seemed his Mother wanted him to speak more for a change. He inwardly cringed.
"Well first, we pwayed tea party with Mama's dollies..."
"And your dolly too? Was she there?" she said, pointing to Rapunzel.
"Yes Mummy. I wooked after her too!"
She was sniffling still, her tears of joy welling up. Unlike many of her friends sons, hers was sweet, sensitive, and cute.
"A-and how did she feel about that?"
How did she feel? She's not real..he did feel stronger for her than the other dolls of course but..that's besides the point. He was used to her by now, that's all.
"Uhm, she was vewwy happy to share a moment with her best fwiend. We talked bout my favwite dwesses and hugged and kissed" was all he could muster, which seemed to delight both mother and daughter.
"So lovely. Such a lovely boy. What next? You can tell Mummy little sissy."
He never felt so small. He felt like he was causing issues for his future self.
"My Mama taught me to skip!" Another laugh/cry.
"Show Mummy, sweetheart!"
He peered over to Amy, pleadingly, but she just assumed he was asking for permission.
"Of course you can sissy!"
He skipped the length of the room back and forth holding his skirts.
"Wow. You are a natural! Did you do anything else?"
"W-we pwayed hide and seek!"
He had to be guarded here. He could give the game away if he mentioned the bet, plus would Amy be mad if he mentioned the garden trick? Would it get her in trouble? Did he even want to considering he actually enjoyed playing hide and seek? He decided to lie, he wasn't sure if it was to protect her or not. He was confused about his feelings for Amy right now.
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"W-well I chose to hide in my favwite woom in the whole house, Amys bedwoom, with all her pwetty dwesses!" He said, making him retch. "I got Wapunzel for company and waited but it didn't take her a minute to find me, cuz it was obvious I'd want to go there where it was most pwettiest and girly!"
He felt like he was being a traitor to himself, to manhood everywhere, but he couldn't give Amy one single chance to make this torture six months.
"You like your sisters room sweetheart?"
"Yes Mama is so pwetty and girly! And I wuv my Mama!"
She swooned.
He thought of a good lie for Amy.
"W-when it was my turn, I couldn't find her anywhere. I went to her woom first jus' so i could go back there and must have spent too much time in there! I wooked all over, but she was so cweva. She hid in my woom in my wardrobe too. I couldn't find her!"
He made himself seem stupid, but it was all he could think of. His sister looked surprised at his fibs, and played along.
"You couldn't be expected to keep up with a grown up like me sweetie. It's okay! You did very well for a little boy your age! It's just, I'm more grown up, so I'll win all the time, don't worry!"
This was painful. He couldn't blame her, and she was only playing along with him, so he carried on.
"yes Mama. Th-that's all we did Mummy..."
She had bought everything. And the worst part is, it made her so happy she was crying.
She walked over to him and embraced him, tearfully saying "thank you". He was so embarrassed.
Amy of course had her plans.
"OK sissy. Go take your little dress off. You can put that in your wardrobe, and your socks knickers and shoes. They are yours now, they suit you far more! Then come downstairs as you are." She stopped, waiting for the inevitable.
"Yes Mama! thank you Mama!" He said, like the traitor he was. Did he still think she would get bored eventually? After today, it seems, she had always wanted this. He never got bored of the idea of being Natalie's knight in shining armour. Why would she bore of this?
He dutifully hung the dress up, and put the knickers in his drawer, noticing the trunks already in there.
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He returned to them, naked. He blushed, his mother hadn't seen much of this. She handed him his Frozen clothing, and he put it on.
He stood there, once again exposed in pretty underwear, and he was sent to watch more Winx cartoons, sat on the floor with his new doll, while the "grown ups" sat in the kitchen talking and giggling.
The story picked up where episode three left off, and he was a little engaged. Times like these were the only chance he had to forget about his predicament and relax, so he made the most of them. He fidgeted with his doll. No different than fidgeting with a remote, he reasoned.
At dinner time, once again, he was fed. and then at bedtime, his mother was the one to take him upstairs for a wash. Then she showed him one of the things she had been out to get, it was a nightie, with Minnie Mouse prominently featured. Of course, there were matching frilly undies.
Amy was there for this reveal, so he gave his best excited look even if this was all becoming too much.
"Ooh! Thank you Mummy! So pwetty!" Her heart melted once again. This was just too good! She was busy working out how she could transfer the new him to the one he would become when finished.
He was dressed in it, and then given the spanking he was owed. He assumed his sister would forget, but no such luck. His bottom, stinging, and him blubbing, he was led to his bed and then both women tucked him in, at 8pm sharp, his new bedtime, with him clutching his dolly.
"Oh honey, I'm so glad you are enjoying this. This is everything to me! This is just the start! I'm so happy!" His mother said, making him cringe. How could he let her down? He loved her dearly. But he would have to eventually. She kissed him very happily and then so did his Mama and they left him in bed.
His mind immediately went to his computer wire. He could wait until they both went up, and then play, quietly. His friends would all still be up, and wouldn't know what he was wearing or what he had been up to.
He was relaxed enough this time, even if stressed. He could get a few hours in.
He waited, hours of agony, looking at his doll with curiosity. Amy was staying up until 10.30-11pm now. His Mother, who knew? He heard her creep up at 12.15, and gave her 20 minutes before creeping to his computer.
"Dude, where have you been?" Was the first thing he heard through his headset. He whispered as softly as he could. "Just been busy, got stuff going on, I'm here now aren't I?"
He fidgeted in his Minnie nightie. No point taking it off.
"We've all been playing for second place without the champ around!"
His ego was flooding back.
He played a few games. It seems his confidence had gone. He was useless. His mind was elsewhere. He was too nervous.
"Dude. What's going on? You are hopeless right now."
"I'll get it, just tired is all." It was something else. His mind was racing with all that had gone on. After a couple of hours of being ranked at the very bottom he logged off and rehid the wire, and crept back into bed, satisfied that he had "seen" his friends as per normal. Before sleeping, he touched himself, stroking to thoughts of Natalie. He was a chronic masturbator but during this had been too full of worry. Tonight he was content, having played his games and rebelling. He reached under his nightie with his nail polished hands, stroking softly and creeping into the bathroom to finish. When he got into bed he remembered to pick up his doll for the morning and fell asleep.
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babyamylee, you've done a great job in re-posting this story. I can't wait for the next chapter in the saga of Amy and Christopher. Keep 'em coming. 8)
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The morning he was slightly more tired than normal, so when Amy pulled off the covers it was even more unwelcome than usual.
"Come on christopher, rise and shine!"
Every morning was surreal. He noticed the nightie, around his knees, and the soft knickers. And the nails. And the Rapunzel doll in his arms.
He yawned and dutifully got up. There was his Mama. His sister. Without her right now, he couldn't function, so she was important.
"Come on sleepy! Bath time! Leave your nightie on your bed, you can wear that again, and walk through."
His mind was wandering. He was tired, and started trudging, which she instantly noticed.
"Uh-uh-uh!"
She sent him back to his bed to redo his walk, the way he was supposed to.
He walked daintily to the bathroom, looking distracted.
"What's the matter sweetie? Bad night? Maybe I need to send you up earlier."
Her voice was full of genuine concern. Uh-oh. He better perk up.
"N-no Mama, just waking up..."
Oh gosh. He was such a traitor to himself being so obedient! When would he get the chance to rebel? He noticed himself in the mirror.
Oh...the blond hair. The eyebrows. Oh gosh.
"OK well I guess I'll keep an eye on you for now. Take your knickers off and put them in the hamper."
Every word made him wince. He gingerly stepped into the bubble bath, locating Ariel and waited for his sister to do her work.
She started to hum, then gently spoke to him.
"Yesterday was lovely wasn't it? be honest, you can talk to me."
"...it was tough..." he said, reflecting on how awkward femininity made him feel. Boys like him were not cut out for it.
"Oh? We had some fun. And you were being so good...thank you darling..."
She was once again speaking gently, distantly, scrubbing his arms.
"You made Mummy so happy the way you talked to her. Be a shame to break her heart."
"I can't keep that up another day Mama. I just can't...."
She gave a mock sad face, as if to say she was disappointed.
"You know..." she said tunefully, "We could make another bet..."
He looked up to her, nervously.
"..I.I'm not so sure Mama...."
She smirked and giggled.
"You don't even know what it is yet! Come on, this is a chance. I know this must be hard on you right now. I'll give you four weeks off if you win."
Four weeks! Four! This was an in alright. His heart was pounding.
"And...what if I lose?"
"Well this is a big big amount of time. I need a big stake. You will be sweet and cute to Mummy, just like yesterday. I'm in charge anyway, so she doesn't need to know you are hating it. And it makes her happy. You will not tell her about our bet. You will not tell her why you are sweet. You will be soft and kind and slowly make her believe you love all this."
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babyamylee, OMG!!! Another bet that Christopher is bound to lose. Amy will take 4 weeks off if he wins. She didn't way what will happen if he loses. I can't wait for the next chapter. This story is really good.
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babyamylee, OMG!!! Another bet that Christopher is bound to lose. Amy will take 4 weeks off if he wins. She didn't way what will happen if he loses. I can't wait for the next chapter. This story is really good.
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Your couragment is so important. I have another weekend of early bedtimes ahead but ill make sure to post every day for you and babymac and andlat etc.
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babyamylee,Your encouragement is so important. I have another weekend of early bedtimes ahead but ill make sure to post every day for you and babymac and andlat etc.
You just keep doing what you are doing. You are a good writer. Until I went to college at 33 yrs old, I didn't think I could put my words on paper to save my soul. I had a fantastic professor who encouraged me that I could write. I wrote a research paper in her class that was used on the news and was printed in my hometown paper. If she hadn't brought out my writing skills, I wouldn't be where I am today.
You keep up your good work. I want you to be encouraged to continue writing your stories. If not for everyone else; then for yourself.
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I can't believe all I posted today was only half the chapter I did in one post. No wonder Betty warned me!
Well, you don't have to cut the parts that short, they were just way too large per part before.
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I can't believe all I posted today was only half the chapter I did in one post. No wonder Betty warned me!
Well, you don't have to cut the parts that short, they were just way too large per part before.
I posted war and peace in one chapter LOL. Took me quite a while to break that one down.
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"I will take charge of that, I want it to be a slow dawn, realistic, but you will play along. Don't go all in this morning, but never complain to her, and never show her how much you miss being a boy. She will realistically believe you want all this."#
"For the rest of the day?" He was too tired to get it.
"No, for good. You will never tell her even when this is over. This wont change much really. You'll still do whatever I say, so its not major. It's just...cute, and will make Mummy happy."
No big change? His Mummy...Mother..would believe he was a total sissy and loved it, permanently!
He was gobsmacked. That was too much. But then, he sensed an opportunity.
"Th-that seems like a lot Mama..how about we make it six weeks?"
She mouthed an ooh sound. This would currently give him only three more weeks.
"And what will you do in return?"
"I..I meant for the same price..."
Of course he did, she thought.
"My original price was fair. No..."she pondered, as she wiped his little nipples "I will need something more from my end...."
He winced. Would she allow him to revert to the original deal if it was too much?
She was gently working his thighs like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"OK....there are points..."She was guarded.
"There are points where, I might want to change you into certain things for a while...."
His heart was pounding.
"...What things?"
"Hmm...I haven't decided yet....but for example, a baby even younger than now. If I decide to do it, no backchat. No to anyone. You just do it. It will not be too far for our bet and if Mummy asks you if it is, you will convince her otherwise. That's my final offer."
This could sting. She obviously had ideas that word make him even more fragile.
He groaned as she was doing his privates again.
"So what does little christopher say hmm? Like a chance for the 6 weeks?"
He guiltily nodded. He was begging. This was changing him, he felt weak, he needed an out.
"Hmm?"
"Yes Mama...."
After drying him off, she took him to her room and brushed and styled his hair.
"OK. Bet is...a video game. We have time before breakfast! And I figured yesterday's was more in line with my world, so to be fair it's coming down more in line with you."
He was astonished she was this naive. He was a class gamer. She couldn't play anything.
"I was thinking about doing this yesterday, so I borrowed a console from Natalie just in case. Street Fighter. You can still back out?"
He was inwardly cheering. He was familiar with the controls. He had some experience if a little limited. It was not FIFA but it would do. He played games, she didn't. At last. Some luck. He hoped his confidence would not show up too much in the mirror as she worked on him.
He was not even dressed yet.
Another contract was drawn and signed. It was not legal, but his Mother would hold the loser to it if needs be.
He signed in pink pen.
She led him into his room, and instructed him to put on his Rapunzel trunks for the time being. Fetching them from his own underwear drawer was shameful and he put them on. Amy was setting up the game.
He sat down next to her, full of excitement.
"Okay, sudden death or best of three?"
He thought hard.There were already three rounds. He would make this quick.
"Sudden death will do. I don't wanna miss Mummy's breakfast..."
He was trying to play her game.
"Now, let's do this!" She said, with a smile. She seemed to know her way around the menu....
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babyamylee, why do I have the feeling that something is afoot? I think Amy has been practicing and knows she can win. This next chapter should be good.
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Watch out Christopher, it's a trap! Can't you see Amy has been secretly practicing, and your video game skills are already falling off!
I think Christopher will soon be working very hard to convince his Mummy he loves this. Hopefully, eventually that will be true.
Nice!
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Thanks my girls.
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She chose her fighter, Cammy, a female with agility and good kicks. He went with his old favourite, Akuma, a big angry demon. He hadn't played it for a while, but he could simply spam the fireball if all else failed.
Round one, and two things dawned on him, to his agony. One, he was still too tired to concentrate and two, she had played this before. She started pulling all the moves out, and his lack of practice or expertise was causing him to suffer. She wasn't just playing, she was skilled. What he didn't know was, her and Natalie often played this when she visited as Natalie did like games. She may not have been a natural gamer, but Natalie indulged, and they were friends. Amy was by now very good at this game. His sexist assumption about gamer girls was costing him.
He was frantic, and he ended up button bashing, but to no avail. Round one went to her, and he had only inflicted damage to half of her bar.
He looked at her with astonishment in between rounds. She gave him a sympathetic shrug and a smile. He was familiar with the game, he had no real excuse, but he felt like he was being conned right now somehow.
He settled down and concentrated really hard, but this gave her greater resolve. Round two. He knew now, she wouldn't surprise him again. He started his offence, fluid, but completely predictable, not reacting to her play at all. He couldn't get near. As things were dawning on him, he got more desperate, and she got more chances to inflict heavy damage. She finished it with a super special. Round Two. Perfect. His inner being seemed to explode.
"See honey? Like I said yesterday. I'm more grown up than you. I will always win. But that's okay. Mama will take care of you."
He was welling up again. Did he really take this bet? It seemed like an easy out. Now his mother would always think he was in to this. He could never complain or voice his concerns. Or it was six extra months.
He started to gently weep. Amy lent back and grabbed Rapunzel, handing it to him, before enveloping him in her arms, where he cried. She shushed him, once again, so comforting. He needed it now, it hurt.
She grabbed his hand and led him to her room, naked except for his Rapunzel trunks and naval and ear piercings.
She sat him at the vanity with his doll as she went to get an outfit. But it wasn't from her closet. It was from one of the bags yesterday. She opened a multi pack of knickers.
"Look what we got yesterday? you can't share mine all the time!"
They were all frilled, with bows just like yesterday, in feminine pastel colours. She also had a lot of unique cartoon print ones featuring princesses, ponies and the like. There was enough for his 9 weeks. He wouldn't be out of these soon. She stuffed them all in his underwear drawer.
She had bought him a lot of socks too, many varieties went in. His heart was racing. This was bad!
She pulled out pastel yellow set of knickers and some yellow ankle socks with large lace frills on them and led him back to her room. She went back into another bag and pulled out a yellow skirt and a white petticoat, with a matching yellow crop top, and a pair of white mary jane shoes. Did he have anything to hold on to? At least the outfit wasn't pink today?
She pulled down his trunks without notice, which shocked him.
Then she held up the knickers, and he stepped into them. Again, they stretched over everything but were close enough to be comfortable. He was by no means well endowed but these were clearly more childish knickers, for comfort not style, and they were so so soft. He hated it. He hated how comfortable they were.
Next his yellow skirt, then white petticoat, which would make his skirts very noticeable. While he was waiting for her to get the top, he swished his hips. They swirled around in a large radius.
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Next came his yellow crop top, which had straps over his shoulders. He wasn't used to any of this. Straps. Bare chest, bare tummy, bare legs. His boys clothes were ill fitting, baggy, and covered everything at all times. His girly clothes were much more well fitting but didn't cover nearly as much. The worst part was, they were comfortable, when he didn't think too hard about it.
She pulled up his yellow socks, and then strapped his white mary jane heels to his feet, folding the frills on his socks down like a lampshade around his ankles.
He knew to sit at the vanity at this point, and his sister reminded herself how well trained he was becoming. He'd escape if he could, but things were becoming established. And he looked so so pretty to her.
Today's lipstick was a bold deep red and she used a pencil to arch his thin eyebrows. He was used to the feeling of mascara by now, and fluttered his eyelashes to feel how thick she had laid on him today. She handed him Rapunzel.
"Now remember our bet. No ifs, no buts. I want you to be a little more shy today. A little less like tea party, and more like you are talking to Mistress Natalie in your briefs. Be cute, look like you are in awe of your Mama and want to be good for her, and be good. Look at me for permission for everything and if Mummy asks, you like it this way. Do this nicely we wont have any problems. If you play up, well, contract comes out, and you know how Mummy is feeling about all this. 6 months will get added. Okay sweetheart?"
"Please, please, please" he said softly, "could we just not.."
"No we could not. Come on downstairs christopher, now."
She led him to the kitchen, where Anna was just reading her tablet.
She looked up, in wonder. The most wonder anyone had mustered, with a face that seemed to be full of abject joy. He had to be nice, the shyness would not be a problem.
As always, Amy took the lead.
"Morning Mum."
The world was normal to her, at least.
She looked over at Chris, in his new finery, and he looked at her, waiting for her to nod.
He daintily curtsied, saying shyly and softly , "Good morning Mummy".
Her heart melted. "Oh gosh! You are so precious! Can I just see your feet?"
He again looked over at Amy nervously, and she said "go on, hitch up your skirts christopher."
Anne sensed a new level of submission that wasn't there yesterday, he was changing by the day. This was partially true, but she thought it was voluntary, not the result of some bet.
"I love your little shoes. That's such a pretty outfit christopher."
"Thank you Mummy" he said softly and quietly, curtsying.
"Are you in matching knickers chrissie?"
He cringed. Amy oohed. Chrissie? He didn't like the sound of that. He checked with his Mama. He realised he was only doing this because she told him that morning but, that meant he really did need permission because he was waiting for her answers.
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babyamylee, All I can say is, "Poor Chrissie." He really hates all of this. He knows that if his "mama" even thinks that he isn't convincing when he talks to his mummy, he will have 6 months added to his new life.
I love it and can't wait for more. :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :
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Before making the second bet with Amy based on a video game, Christopher should have considered Damon Runyon's words, "Some day, somewhere … a guy is going to come to you and show you a nice brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is never broken, and this guy is going to offer to bet you that the jack of spades will jump out of this deck and squirt cider in your ear. But, son … do not bet him, for as sure as you do you are going to get an ear full of cider." Or in Chrissie's case, don't bet your sister on a video game of her choosing or you'll end up with further and more intense forced feminization at her hands. ;)
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What can I say? He's a naive little sissy with a strong Mama like his author. ;D
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"Hitch up your skirts honey, show Mummy!"
He could have just pulled it down or even just tell her and save his blushes but she wanted to go under the skirt. The opening he would take great pains to cover all day. Psychological. He didn't know her reason. His sister had seen him naked every day, and his mother had seen his underwear every day, yet this was still awkward.
"Y-yes Mama..."
He hitched up his skirts, holding them there and giving his mother a view of his knickers.
She bit her lip, this was all too much, she was welling up again at his fragility and obedience.
"Matching. That must have been Amy's idea!"
"Yes it was!" said Amy, proudly.
"Do you like your outfit christopher?"
He peered over to Amy, his Mama. She nodded.
"Yes Mummy very much Mummy" was the expected response. No enthusiasm, but softness, nervousness, to convey the weakness Amy wanted.
"And do you like Amy being in charge? Isn't it better this way?"
Oh gosh, this would hurt, because again, he was once again making things difficult for later.
He looked over and waited for her permission to speak. "Y-yes Mummy, I love my Mama being in charge." He said softly.
After the usual fussing over him, and the normal breakfast, he was led upstairs to her room. She sat him down and put on Sofia the First, a show about a Princess for small children. Then she grabbed her toys and the tea set, setting them out.
"Mama has some things to do this morning. kitten. She showed you how to play tea party yesterday, can you remember?" She asked, patronisingly.
He nodded. Of course he did. He was fed up of being soft and gentle. His mother wasn't around. He whined.
"I don't wanna play that. Can't I play hide and seek again?! I've been good!" He said, yawning.
"Oh honey, you need two for that. You'll have a good time with your dolls!"
He planned on dropping them as soon as she left the room.
"Oh, if you need her, Mama will be back and forth so just wait until you see me okay? I always wanted you like this, so I'm going to film it again. Play nice okay?"
Did she do that on purpose? Or did she really want to watch him play tea party?
She cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows. He started to play, offering Rapunzel first tea, Amy melted and mouthed "so cute", before picking a few of the bags up. and taking them out of the room.
He made sure to play the silly game, it's not like he could do much else anyway. It was so humiliating, but he knew how to make it look like he was a normal girl,, and also kept an eye on the infantile television.
Periodically, Amy would go back and forth, asking him what was going on in the show and what his dolls were saying as she did.
"Would you wike some more tea Pwincess Elsa?" were the words on his lips as his Mother came in and caught him pouring. He groaned inwardly. What a time to come in!
She said an audible "Awww!" and sat beside him, patting him. "Where's your Mama, sweetie? I know you need her for everything now." She said that in absolute seriousness. No hint of a joke.
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babyamylee, Chrissie can't catch a break. His mama is pushing the buttons and his mummy is melting everytime she sees him and hears his soft, childish replies. He knows the stakes are high if he fails to convince his mummy that he is happy this way. WOW!!!
8)
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Lovely story, babyamylee - between his Mummy and his Mama, very little will remain of Chris’ boyhood
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He remembered the bet. 6 months? He would be good.
"Sh-she's just busy doing something today."
"And you wanted to play tea party all by yourself?" she said gently, curiously.
"Uhm, no, but, only cause Mama chooses all the stuff we do..."
"But you were playing without her?"
"Y-yes Mummy..."
"So does the little one like playing with dolls in your little skirt?"
"Y-yes I l-love playing tea party." She gave a long happy sigh. She didn't want this to ever end. He wanted to tell her everything, but what would that achieve?
"I confess, I've been watching you for five minutes. You're enjoying this TV show for little girls?"
"Yes Mummy. I love it."
This was very difficult for him.
"So you're enjoying this new life of yours? Being Amy's little boy? Being girly and small?"
Amy walked in at this point. She had heard, and grinned.
"Y-yes Mummy...being soft and pretty and cute makes me very happy."
Anna clapped. "Oh sweetheart. It's just better this way isn't it? It's just easier for everyone."
He nodded, and she left.
Amy approached him, kneeling next to him and putting her arm around him.
"You're doing well. I know this is tough for a boy like you. But you're making me proud." She kissed him and got up to return back to her working.
"Mama?" he said, getting up some courage.
She walked over to him and bent down at the knees, looking down at him in an infantile manner, close enough for him to have to talk softly.
"Yes Kitten?" She said, kindly.
"I've been playing tea party for an hour now...can't I do something else?"
She stroked his fringe, smiling. "Okay kitten."
For a brief moment he imagined all the possibilities, but she walked right over to the dolls house and pulled it out.
For the next three quarters of an hour she showed him a play that she could have texted him, but she was having the time of her life.
She'd always wanted a little sister. She always wanted her brother to play with her. And secretly, she'd fantasised about the two being the same. The fragility of the boy excited her, the weakness, the fear, the awkwardness, the softness, the awkward femininity. It all made her feel alive. She would play whatever little girl games that made him look the cutest. How weak could she get him? How obedient could she get him? Most importantly, could she get him to love it and accept it? She would have fun finding out.
Once she was satisfied he knew how to get the most of her old child's dolls house, she left him to play, carrying on her days tasks.
He would try his absolute best to get the most out of this but it was to no avail. He was a grown boy playing little girls games and no fun to be had. He did keep his eye on Sofia the First, guiltily, but he needed a distraction, anything, from his ultra girlish surroundings.
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babyamylee, Chrissie is really being dragged further into femininity. He is starting to like Sophia the First. Amy is having a ball. .
Can't wait to see what she does to Chrissie in the next chapter.
8)
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After a while of examining every portion of the house, he began to drop off. The late night last night had left him very weary, and he could not keep awake much longer.
He peered over at her bed. Ultra poofy and feminine, with bold pink and dolls and lace everywhere. It looked shamefully inviting. He would be comfortable if nothing else.
He stood, and lay on guiltily on top of it, his skirted bare legs and shoes dangling spread eagle over the edge and his crop topped upper body and weak, hairless arms wrapped around the sheets he did not cover himself with.
There was a nice soft breeze blowing up his skirts and on his chest and arms. Everything was so soft his heavily mascara'd eyes drooped and he fell asleep almost immediately.
He woke up to the sound of his sister gently singing "chrissie". It was in the haze between wake and sleep, so he didn't correct or worry too much.
He opened his eyes to see her stood over him, smiling.
"Hello christopher! You've been so tired all day even with your early bed times!
Don't worry, I just think as this goes on you are getting a little more childish. It's okay! I'll make you sure get naptimes every day from now on just like any little one!"
He inwardly groaned. But he worked out at least if he slept during the day he could say up at night playing games.
She went to his feet and then started undoing his shoes. He'd never worn shoes with straps, so fiddling around with the notch at his ankle was new. She took off his cute ankle socks and then pulled his skirt down and folded it up.
"Upsy daisy" she said, gesturing him to sit up. Then she took off his top. He was now just in his soft yellow cotton panties.
She gently pushed him back, her power over him now was immense. He was in total weak submission. He lay on his back and she covered him in the blankets. She gave him his dolly Rapunzel for his right hand and a Sofia the First plush in his left. She stroked his head and kissed him and left him to sleep. He was so defeated by her at this point. But at least she wasn't being mean.
He fell in to another sleep, this time under her princess duvet, with the curtains drawn and the daylight only slightly penetrating them. It was christopher's naptime.
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babyamylee, That was another fantastic chapter in "Chrissie'" life. He is finally starting to wear down and may need naps during the day. Amy's mothering of "Chrissie" is having the right effect. Great job.
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babyamylee, That was another fantastic chapter in "Chrissie'" life. He is finally starting to wear down and may need naps during the day. Amy's mothering of "Chrissie" is having the right effect. Great job.
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Can't tell you how much I preciate comments like this. Thanks girly.
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babyamylee, it is my pleasure. I think all authors should get accolades for the work they put in to write these stories. Keep up the good work.
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He again woke to his sister gently singing the name chrissie. He yawned.
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"I heard Mummy call you that before and I thought it was very cute. It's a very sweet little boy name and it rhymes with what you are."
He was just awake, and so not on his toes.
"A sissy!"
He groaned.
"Please can you not call me that? This isn't my choice..."
She giggled.
"When this is all over you will love it I promise!" She said, with seriousness.
"Anyway....you've been such a good boy, this is such a happy time for me." She leant over and stroked his weedy arms.
"Don't spoil it, please..." She said this with a crestfallen face, this was something so important to her. He could not hate her at this moment, even after all that happened.
"Next thing I want you to do is tell Mummy you want to be called Chrissie. Please, make it sincere. Please. No grown up words."
She was pleading this time. She could have threatened him, but she clearly wanted this to be perfect.
"That's going to be your name in all this. Chrissie Amy. Your middle name is after your Mama." She smiled and bit her lip. This was a proud moment.
"Come on. let's go have some lunch."
She dressed him back in his outfit, and he instinctively picked up his doll. Did he do that because he anticipated her asking him, or because he was so used to it? He did not know.
Lunch proceeded the usual manner, with his mother getting the "honour" of feeding him from her fingers.
When all was over, Amy looked at him and raised her eyebrows. What? Oh...
Chris stood and walked over to his mother, Anna, curtsying. This had to be a good performance.
"M-Mummy... th-the other day y-you called me by a special name..."
She looked sympathetic.
"Yes christopher. I remember. You cringed. It was chrissie. I'm sorry. I know this has been hard on you and you've been such a good boy I don't want to push you. You have your Mama for that. I'm sorry..."
"N-no M-Mummy...I wasn't cringing...it was just scarey...it's such a pretty name... Mummy can always push me too..."
She seemed to perk up, as if disappointment had given way to hope.
"You like it? truly?"
He was very nervous, that was true, but that was a permanent fixture right now.
"Y-yes Mummy...could you do me a big favour?"
She smiled.
"What is it sweetness?"
"C-could you call me that from now on please? Make that my name?"
Once again a traitor to his future and past self.
"Hmm. That is a big favour..."
WHAT? She JUST said she loved the name. Oh gosh.
"I suppose I could, for another fortnight on your time..."
WHAT? Another 2 weeks!? That's 11! 10 and a half left! He looked out to Amy, for a shake of the head. She gently shrugged and gave have an embarrassed nod. He...had to do this? She had a much larger threat if he didn't.
"Y--yes Mummy" he said, masking his frustration with a fake smile.
"Then it's settled Chrissie!"
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babyamylee, I guess Amy is getting her wish. Christopher will now be called "Chrissie" by his mummy. He did forget to tell her that the middle name would be "Amy" after his mama. This web keeps getting deeper and deeper for "Chrissie." Can't wait for the next part.
:P
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"Chrissie Amy, a middle name after his Mama" his sister added, grinning.
He bravely shot her a glance, behind his mothers back, and she gave a stern face which broke any sense of spirit.
Anna spoke.
"This family has never been closer. I get a friend to talk to every night, girl talk. We've been enjoying it so much that you no longer have a bed time, because I just cant let you go Amy! So I'm doing away with your bedtimes okay? You are too mature for them.
And we have a little boy with a strict early 8pm bedtime who is sweet, cute, docile, kind and obedient to both of us. And it works so well! No more fighting, pranks, no more backchat. It's heaven!"
The happiness that emanated from her was intense, and she had not been happy for a long time as a single mother with two mischievous kids.
"About his bedtime" Amy interjected. He's been tired lately. I think as well as a nap we should send him up a 7." Oh joy.
"Girls should always be in charge. Girl power eh Amy?" She said cheerfully.
"Girl power Mummy!" Amy said, bowled over by her Mothers happiness.
She looked over at her awkward brother, expectantly.
"G-girl power."
"Girls were just born to lead weren't they Amy?"
She looked excited at this revelation. "What?"
"Look around you. Everything is so much better. Its confirmed my long held belief which wasn't harmed when your dad left. Girls are better."
She looked over at Chris with an amused look on her face.
"Don't worry about him. He's being looked after, cared for. Do you feel equal to him? He's a lovely little boy and all it took was to put you in charge. Hes clearly happy with you in control and being childish and so are you!"
"Mum that's...awesome! I never thought of it this way! We are better! Don't you think so chrissie?"
His ego was falling apart.
"Yes...Mama...you are right..."
"See?" his mother said. "Before all this he would never have behaved himself like he does now. He was heartless, now look at him. He's a little dream. I have never been so proud!"
Amy was delighted. "I'll make sure he believes it! Girls are better!"
He groaned. Some of these things could not be easily reversed in any version of the future he could see.
"Okay chrissie, upstairs you pop! Would you come too, Mummy?"
She smiled and nodded. This was not good news, this was not more cartoons or doll houses.
They stopped at the top of the stairs, he was fidgeting.
"Need the potty little one?" His sister said. There was no longer any sarcasm, this was not a game.
"Y-yes." he replied, truthfully. He walked in and Amy followed him in.
He looked pleadingly.
"I think the way you have been behaving means we really should keep an eye on you whenever we can honey. It's not your fault you are little, but from now on you should ask permission from a grown up to go potty and we'll make sure you don't make a mess okay? Gonna start locking the door and keeping the keys."
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babyamylee, What is "Chrissie" going to do. Girl power is being emulated by both his mummy and his mama. And now he has a 7pm bedtime and has to ask to use the potty. He is really being regressed to a younger age. Let the saga continue so we can read what happens next. Thank you for writing this fantastic story.
:P
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babyamylee... what a wonderful story. this checks so many boxes for me. thank you! really looking forward to your next installment. :) *hugs*
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He gave a pleading face, his mother was outside, so he could at least voice his concerns.
"Noooo please! I wont be able to go!"
"We could always put you in a nappy if you have trouble..." she warned. He started to pull his skirts down.
"Uh-uh-uh. No need. You sit to pee now. Okay?"
He blushed crimson. At least, he reasoned, she wouldn't see anything.
He pulled his knickers down and sat like the sissy he was. She held his hand, and he tinkled. Why did all this have to feel so confusing? She was nice to him now, and kind, and gentle. He couldn't feel the hatred he wanted to feel. Ugh!
When ready he was led back out, and Amy explained the toilet situation, which his mother naturally agreed to.
"Okay!" Amy said with some significant excitement, clapping her hands together and chirping childishly. "Is my little boy ready to see what I've been working on? Is he? Is he?"
She looked his way, he was so nervous he could not pretend to be joyful.
"Come on!" She grabbed his hand and led him to his room. The door had a pink plaque on it. 'Chrissie Amy's Nursery.' It seems the name was not cooked up this morning after all. Nursery? Just how young was he? He also noticed the door knob had been replaced with a pink jewelled crystalline and gold one.
"What do you think love?" His mother asked, excitedly.
He was blushing, his heart pounding with nervousness.
"I...love it very much Mummy.."
"I just knew you would" Amy said. "But that's not all honey!"
Amy swung the door open and pushed him gently in, causing him to mince awkwardly into the centre before looking around. Oh no.
His posters had all been replaced by Princesses and Ponies and girls things. He even had wall stickers. He had a large pink rug in the centre, with a heart motif. He had stuffed dolls all over his bed, which had new Disney princess sheets. He had girls books on his shelf and the toy box filled with her old toys. The sanctity of his room had been defiled. She had not gone too far, but it was far enough. He went weak at the knees, his mother and sister looking on at him. Amy took his hand to his set of drawers. All his clothes were gone, replaced with his new underwear, and socks, and nightclothes. She went into his wardrobe, the same story. Dresses, skirts, the works.
"Don't worry...you'll get all your boys stuff back if you want them when we're done!"
If you want them? If you WANT THEM?
He started to weep, dropping to his knees, holding his doll.
"What's wrong kitten?" His mother looked on, concerned. Didn't he want this?
"Don't worry Mum!" Amy piped up. "He's just a bit weaker now, he's crying with joy!"
She bought it. How could she buy that?
"Is that true, sissy chrissie? Are you crying with joy?"
Oh..that's how she could buy it. He nodded dutifully.
He was led downstairs for a "normal" evening of feeding and cartoons. It started to get a little late. He checked his watch. It had an alarm on it. He could get a few hours sleep in, so he wasn't so tired tomorrow, and play some football late night again.
It was 650pm. No sign of his mother or sister. They were still chatting happily. 655pm. 7pm. 710pm. They had forgotten. But the more sleep he got in the more FIFA he could play. And would she be mad if he didn't say something? He couldn't believe what he was about to do.
He walked into the kitchen where they were both sat, chatting.
"M-Mama....." He said, to his guardian, for this was her job and he knew who was in charge now.
She looked at him, curious. What did he want? He wasn't asking for things right now. Potty? He'd been 30 mins ago...
"Yes kitten?"
He cringed. "its....its...past my bedtime...."
Both mother and daughter grinned broadly. What a good boy. What a changed boy. So obedient. So soft. If only they knew.
"Oh darling! I'm so sorry! Here. Let me take you up!"
He was taken to his new nursery and dressed in a nightie with wonder woman motif, being put to bed.
She kissed his forehead as he held his doll tight.
"I don't know what that was about, but I want you to know, I love you so much right now. You may be my brother underneath all this but I can't see it. You're my little boy and I will never forget this." She kissed his lips and bade him night night. He felt warmth towards her again, the hatred he wanted just was not there.
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babyamylee, I don't know how you do it; but, you always seem to bring out sissy in "Chrissie." Now "Chrissie" has a proper girl's room. He also has a new bedtime, 7pm. He is so obedient, that when Amy loses track of time and his bedtime is missed, he reminds her of it. Such an obedient sissy. Another GREAT chapter.
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He went to his hiding place, and yes, the wire was still there. She hadn't checked under the wardrobe at the back. He set his alarm for 1230. Five hours sleep, followed by some nice hours playing, and then his usual sister waking him up at around 9 meant he could get a good few hours in.
He was woken by the buzzing of his pony watch, and he crept in his little nightie to his computer. His room was adorned with pink things, even his lamp shade, but he was a boy right now.
"Where have you been Chris?"
"Just a bit busy during the day don't worry I'll still kick your arses tonight!" He said. If only they could see how ridiculous it was for him to say all these things while he looked like this.
Once again, he was out of sorts. Once again, he was last place. It was very demeaning, and he suffered much mockery, but he did not care.
He got to be a boy again. It felt a little hollow right now, he enjoyed it less than he used to. But it was about time he rebelled!
He crept into bed. Today he would have enough sleep! But first, he stroked again, to thoughts of his Goddess Natalie, feeling increased shame as he did so, dressed as he was. Again, he crept into the toilet to finish and crept mouselike into bed, instantly locating his dolly and hugging her tight.
He woke up, to a foreign sight. Where was he? All these girly posters...oh no. The covers were gleefully ripped off him. The shameful bath followed. The feminization. Dressed as he was in a silk petticoated skirt, white with pink and baby blue highlights and a matching pink vest. His makeup made to match, she got more elaborate every day and he got further and further from the idea that she would get bored eventually.
She relished taking charge, and from the way she spoke to him, no longer respected him the same way. There was a fondness, and a warmth, but she treated him like the child he was.
Down for breakfast, he made the usual pantomimed greeting and asked his Mummy if he could have permission to make her breakfast.
Amy interjected. "I do love it when you curtsy to girls. You should do it every time you see one fresh. Cause we're better? Okay honey?
She didn't wait for an answer, his mother was next.
"Honey, after yesterday, I don't think you should make my breakfast. You spilled everything yesterday. It's not your fault, we're just discovering how little you are now, I don't blame you honey."
How little he was? He spilled some milk. Did she never do that?
As his sister walked him upstairs she realised just how routine this was all becoming. She did not need to threaten or admonish him. She could lead him around and be soft and sweet to him and he would not play up. When he cried, she just needed to show him Mama was there for him. When he whined, she just put her foot down. When he was good, she was super nice. It was all falling into place.
She sat him down to play with the dolls and he didn't complain. Was he enjoying that? Would she be able to tell if he was hating it? She could tell the Winx cartoon was engaging him.
After the third episode concluded she went out the room, then came back in holding some clothing, and clasped her hand together.
"Okay chrissie! I've got something special today!"
She had something special every day it seemed. She held out the garment. His Rapunzel trunks.
It was not long before he was stood there in front of her wearing nothing but the trunks again.
"Oops, I forgot something".
Of course, he thought, the jewellery. But he was wrong. She brought out some swimming armbands. Childish pink ones of course. They fit over his weedy arms and he was led outside, to his worry, where a paddling pool had been set up with some of his bath toys.
After a while, it was time for her practice. Chrissie was not informed of that, he didn't need to know about his Mama being punished. As far as he was concerned, she was beyond reproach.
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babyamylee, That was a great chapter. Poor Chrissie is slowly beginning to not mind what his "mama" is doing to him. He will soon be so compliant that his "mama" won't even have to do anything. Chrissie will just do it. I am wondering about Amy's dance practice. Is Chrissie going to join her. Enquiring minds want to know.
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She went over to the fence.
"Natalie? Natalie"
Out walked the Amazonian Goddess he had fantasised about. Looking as glorious as she could, in black tight leggings, heels, and a tight, black and gold top. Her hair was up. She looked mature. Grown up. Strong. Divine. He could only compare himself in his little girls princess trunks. She looked like an adult, and he looked like the little sissy boy he now was.
They were whispering under their breath, pointing to him. Natalie would nod and smile, biting her lip as was her habit.
He stood as they both approached, remembering the new humiliation, and curtsied.
She giggled. "My my, what a sweet boy you've become chrissie!"
Up close he could appreciate how stunning she looked, particularly today. It is as if she dressed to impress, to impose, to exude strength.
"H-hello Mistress N-Natalie" he said, nervously.
She was divine, and he was becoming intoxicated by her more than ever before.
"Mistress is going to be babysitting you today. Wont that be fun, sissy?" Amy said.
His heart pounded, but his heart wasn't the only place pulsing. To his shame, his tiny privates were getting stiff. He could do nothing.
"Y-yes Mama...yes Mistress Natalie."
He felt so weak at the knees as she towered over him in her tight clothing. Her athletic, toned physique a complete contrast to his thin, weedy exterior.
"Is my little sissy going to be good for his Mistress?" she said, smiling, with genuine warmth. Again, there was no sarcasm or punishment behind her words. This was no longer a game. He was blushing, and by now his privates were very stiff. Had she noticed? She looked directly down and smiled an apologetic smile, and Amy noticed too, saying nothing but cringing.
"Y-yes Mistress Natalie, I promise!"
This was not a whine, he was so intoxicated for her, he would absolutely be good for her in every way. She would be nice to him.
They both marched him to his sisters room, and he was taken to the bathroom to dry off while Natalie read magazines.
She sighed. "Honey, that was kind of embarrassing. You know what I'm talking about."
He blushed. "I..I couldn't help it! It's not something you can help! You wouldn't know unless you were a boy like me!"
"Are you back chatting to your Mama? Two more days. I thought we were over this chrissie!" She pleaded, she honestly thought he was coming around to all...this.
"You have to learn control!"
"P-please" he replied, nervously, as he had been too animated before. "I c-cant help that."
Her face softened, of course he couldn't. He was a little boy now. How could she be so heartless? she thought.
"I'm sorry chrissie. I'll speak to Mummy, we will work something out to control it okay?"
He didn't like the sound of that.
He was led into his room, and instead of dressing him in what he had before, she pulled out a very familiar dress. It was a Rapunzel costume. It seemed that Natalie had loved Rapunzel as a child and he was being made pretty to her enjoyment.
He was presented to her, and her heart melted. Natalie thanked Amy, as if he was somehow not the one going through every boys nightmare for her enjoyment. Mind you, it was Mama's idea, he conceded.
Did he curtsy every time he was introduced or just the first time that day? He didn't care for Natalie. He curtsied. She was a Goddess.
"Oh my what a sweet little boy you are chrissie. Come here and give your Mistress a big hug! She loves it when you are a good boy."
"Yes Mistress Natalie!"
He didn't need to be told twice. He minced over into her waiting arms.
"There there, Mistress is going to take good care of you today. Will you be a good boy for her?"
He looked up and nodded. The utter submission of all of this was in the back of his mind but to be close to Natalie he would do anything right now. What a traitor he had become, softly burying himself in her in his little purple dress and heels, showing no signs of rebellion. He had been weakened by all this, and his emotions were all over the place.
"Make your Mama proud okay kitten?" Amy said, as she wandered over, stroking his blond hair and kissing him, before leaving with her bag. He was now at the mercy of Natalie, and his nerves were wracked.
Natalie closed the door of his sisters room.
"OK chrissie. Are you ready to be good for me today?"
He nodded enthusiastically. He would.
"My my. Such enthusiasm. And I thought this would all be so hard for you. But it seems you really enjoy being this way."
She smiled, confidently. She was in no doubt about her role, and his.
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babyamylee, thanks for another great chapter.
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Be careful Chris, your playing the game with no rules against two opponents working together against you. Seriously you do not have a chance.
That plaque was planned and ordered by your mother before you asked your mother to call you Crissy and added two weeks to your punishment. Consider that your mother and sister could be planning against you every night.
So, since your immature you now have an earlier bed time, need to be watched all the time, need to ask an adult to take you potty and your bedroom is called a nursery. So, Chris, what would you expect to find in a nursery?
Are you sure your sister did not find the computer cord. What do you think will happen if someone finds you out of bed playing video games? You found the bathroom unlocked in the middle of the night. What do you think will happen if they find that you were out of bed and went to the potty without asking an adult? Perhaps there is a crib on order with a nanny cam. Night time diapers so you do not wake mommy in the middle of the night to go potty. Perhaps a baby bottle in case you get thirsty in the middle of the long night in your crib. Day time diapers could be used to hide any little things that pop up unexpectedly.
Love the story. Keep the story going.
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He hesitated, thinking of giving her the whole truth, but she continued talking. His opinion didn't matter.
"You know I could keep you all day. Perhaps I will. Your Mama says I am in charge as much as she."
She sat him down in front of the television and switched on Rapunzel. A film he had not long since saw. He mentioned softly this fact, but Natalie reassured him children like to watch their favourites over and over.
Then she pulled the dolls house in front of him.
"Do what comes naturally, love." She said, with a mischievous grin.
He pondered for a brief while. Did he want Natalie to think this came naturally? But then, if he was disobedient, she would think he was unruly, and she would begin to dislike him. He took one look at her dominant, athletic physique, her proud, witheringly beautiful face looking down on him with warmth and expectation and he started to play just like his sister had taught him. Her smile melted him.
"Good boy!" She said, not with any sense of disdain that he would show a boy in his position, but with a genuine sense of wonder that he could somehow manage this task. She was another falling into her role well and seemingly forgetting who he used to be.
She positioned on Amy's chair, watching the film.
"Chrissie my darling, would you like a drink?" She said, smiling. He melted every time he saw it.
"Y-yes M-Mistress Natalie." Oh good, more submission. He could not be without this woman, he just knew, but she would never accept him as equal now. Agony.
"Well you may fetch yourself a glass of milk and fetch me some orange juice."
He did think she would fetch it, but it was clear she was the woman in charge. He was being conditioned to get used to females being in charge, but he did not realise how far it would go. He did ask whether he could also have orange juice, but it appeared even Natalie was sticking to his sisters preference for him drinking yucky milk.
Upon mincing downstairs his mother was waiting in the kitchen. After explaining he was making a drink for them both, she retrieved a brand new child's sippy cup, in pink naturally, because of the "accident" making his Mummy's breakfast the other day. He knew this was just an excuse, but remembered his promise and thanked his Mummy for her wonderful present. Ugh.
Natalie giggled upon seeing it, saying "that's so sweet". The childish kitty pattern made her give an audible "aww." Was he showing enough rebellion? Everyone in his life was beginning to think this was all fun for him too!
Any thoughts of mouthing any complaints went away when she sat down on the floor next to him to enjoy the film with him, and watch his attempts to play Dolls House. He had fancied her before, but now, in his weakness, his vulnerability, his regression, he was more besotted than ever before. He noticed her muscles, her inner and outer strength, it was more than he could bear.
At one point about two thirds in, she put the dolls house away and sat directly next to him, saying "come to Mistress," putting her toned arms around him and his head on her breast, stroking his blond hair, which was getting a little long and was adorned in hair barrettes and a headband. He was in heaven, sissy or not. At this moment in time he would do anything for more of this.
He had dreamt of such a moment with Natalie for years but he never envisaged it would be such an act of feminine submission on his part.
From her arms gripping him he could tell she was much stronger than he was, and from her test results at school, much smarter. She was more popular, she was more successful. In every way a Mistress, and he had no chance until now to be this close no matter what he told himself.
As the film came to an end he was sad, because it meant this moment would end. Apart from the fact that, secretly, he still liked the film. This was a perfect moment in a very scary time for him.
She looked down at the sweet darling boy cowering in her arms.
"Okay chrissie" she said softly, but with an air of confidence, "Mistress has to work out. Come on, I'm taking you home."
They rose, and for a moment he panicked. He was going next door? What if her family saw him like this? He could not. He did not have the confidence to back chat but could not begin to think of the possibilities of his secret getting out. He went weak at the knees and tears welled up as Natalie strode on. She stopped and looked on.
"What's the matter?" She said, sympathetically. "Oh! Of course. You are worried about being seen. Oh poor thing!"
Everything she said was so bittersweet. She was buying into this lifestyle but she seemed genuinely warm and kind to him.
"Don't worry. My parents are out all day and my brother wont come out of his room. He knows not to come anywhere near mine. Do you think a woman like me does not make him know his place too? He wouldn't dare intrude. Don't you worry pretty one."
With that she led him by the hand, his heart pounding as they passed the back garden threshold. He was walking nervously, but she did admonish him for not walking daintily. Such a thing was becoming natural but his nerves had taken hold of him. He did his best to walk girlishly under the circ-umstances.
He was led into her house, familiar enough to him, then upstairs to her unfamiliar room. As friendly as they had been, he had never gotten this far. They both lived in a rich neighbourhood of old wealth and as such, Natalie was true to her word, he never went near her brothers room.
Opening up hers, it was more like a small apartment. His Mummy's house was large enough but this was something else entirely.
Not as girlish and pink as his sisters room, but nevertheless, entirely feminine. In one corner was her gym, she worked out regularly. She had her own en suite, her four poster bed, her entertainment unit with so much going on, including her copy of Street Fighter. Oh...
She sat him down, telling him to wait there, then went in her bathroom with a handful of clothes. She came out dressed in small gym shorts and a crop top, with sweat socks and training shoes.
"What do you think sissy?" she said, playfully, giving him a twirl.
He mumbled several sounds awkwardly before she giggled and put her finger over his lips.
"Don't say anything."
She was playful, smiling, he was besotted.
"Well I have to work out chrissie. I've been told you are quite the maid." She handed him a frilly pinafore.
"A gift from your Mama". He blushed. "Don't worry, it's just my room. I need it cleaning. You'll do that for me wont you?"
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babyamylee, those were great chapters. I can't wait for more.
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Everything had an almost patronising, but entirely sexy tone to it, and of course, even if he had no choice, it didn't matter. He would obey regardless.
He set to work, with some proficiency, in his purple and pink Rapunzel dress and heels, his painted nails, his makeup and hair. This was chrissie, not christopher, but at least for Natalie, he did not mind. Every time he peaked over to his Mistress, he saw her muscles working her perfect toned body and felt weaker and smaller by the minute. But this made him adore her ever more.
Tidying her clothing and delicates still gave him waves of awkwardness and dusting around her room to female pop stars made him rhythmic to very feminine beats, which Natalie noticed to her glee.
When she was finished, she went into her en suite and dressed in a tight black knee length dress and fishnets, before grabbing him and dancing with him to her girly pop.
Even if he had not been feminized, there was no doubt who was stronger and more dominant between them. Natalie led and chrissie followed. Her arms, twirling him, her leading him around the room, holding him by the bottom as he fell back and sweeping him off his feet. He looked hypnotically into her eyes, she was smiling, proudly. This was the best way for boys to be, to her. This boy was utterly at her mercy, and she would protect him. She looked back at his adoring eyes with such fondness.
The song ended, to chrissie's dismay. Would that it never end, but that was the end of the disc.
She took him by the hand, saying nothing, and walked him to his house. She did not need to say anything. She knew, where she led, he would undoubtedly follow.
His mind was racing, this had been one of the worst and best days of his life depending on the perspective, it had made him happy and sad, bittersweet, but more in love with Natalie than ever before.
His sister and Mama was still not back, he pondered. Natalie dressed him in a soft yellow nightie and matching knickers from his own wardrobe, and put him into Amy's soft bed, handing him his doll.
She sat on the edge, looking into his eyes.
"Wasn't today fun? Wasn't it, special, little sissy?"
He thought for a second. Truthfully, it was very special. And he was long past being able to convince her he was a super buff macho man trapped in some unfortunate mishap.
"Yes it was, Mistress". He said, softly, honestly.
"You know, this is how things are meant to be. Girls are better leaders. you've seen it yourself." She was softly explaining like a teacher, him looking up from his covers like a child.
"B-but equality" he mouthed.
"Shhh." she said, cutting him off. "Didn't this feel right? Do you not want to do it again?"
More than anything, he wanted that, and mouthed a desperate "please". She giggled.
"Don't you worry. You were such a good boy how could I not want to? You just listen to Mistress. Obey girls, do what we say, and we'll always be here for you."
With that, she taught him all about her truth in gender politics. How women were taking over, in schools and parliaments, how it would make everyone happier. How she would protect him and how boys 'like him' were the future. Not his future forever, he thought, but to see Natalie, he would do whatever he had to.
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Thanks m'dear
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babyamylee, you are welcome. I enjoy your story. I'm a little gun shy after having another author chew on me for giving recaps of the stories that she wrote. Suffice it to say that your story is fantastic.
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His eyes were dropping, during naptime, and, stroking his head, she leaned in for a kiss. This was heaven for both, but hell for him knowing how she now saw him, and he fell asleep looking into her gorgeous eyes.
He woke up to the usual sea of pink, and a soft voice saying "chrissie. wakey wakey" Who was it? Was it Natalie? Ohh, she had left. Sadness.
"Yes Mama".
It hit him that the words Mama were the first to come to mind now. He was no longer looking at Amy, his sister. He groaned inwardly.
Whatever game they were playing, they were winning.
"So Natalie tells me you have been a good little boy for her. I am very proud of you." She said, with a beam.
"In fact, she said she wanted to spend a lot more time with you. Would you like that?"
Was she joking? Of course he would like that!
From behind the pink, plush covers the boy with the yellow nightie, the prissy makeup, and the dollie nodded, blushing.
"You must have liked all the talk about how girls are better than boys. You must have agreed that we are superior..."
She looked at him expectantly. He hesitated. He didn't believe this, but of course, it was a little difficult to navigate all this. Everything seemed a test. Amy continued.
"...because if you didn't, I'd have to tell her you were lying, and she wouldn't want to see you any more. You might upset her very much You wouldn't want that would you?"
Her tone was patronising, and small. No he would not want that. He shook his head.
"So you think girls are better than boys like she said? Stronger, smarter?"
Anything to see Natalie, he thought, and nodded. He was dressed in his skirt and top from before, his Rapunzel dress hung up in his wardrobe.
He was longing for some trousers, but knew ultimately, it could be worse. He could be in nothing but his pansy underwear, he concluded, as he brushed his skirts comfortingly.
The afternoon was spent watching more cartoons.
During dinner he was fed mush and a glass of milk. He no longer had the confidence to dominate conversations, he would keep his head down and wait to be spoken to, looking as he did. The balance of power was completely on its head.
Anna spoke up. "Amy. I can't tell you just how good you have been over this past week, I think we can finish your silly little tutu dances now. Your punishment is finished. " Amy squealed with delight, clapping her hands.
He waited for the next sentence with forlorn hope where she finished his punishment. He could not ask, because that would let his Mummy know he wanted it to end. This would be against the bet.
The sentence never came.This was so unfair. He was crestfallen. Not only did her punishment finish after a few sessions, his just got worse. His summer bedtimes were 7:00. She no longer had any. Mother and daughter were getting closer in terms of mutual respect, he seemed to be getting more childish by the day. Feeling more childish, being seen as more childish for real. They spent evenings watching mature television and conversing woman to girl. He was being talked down to and only got to watch girlish animations.
"Something wrong chrissie?" Mummy had noticed his gloom. He had to be careful, she wasn't to believe he was in any way resentful.
"No Mummy. I'm just tired is all"
"Oh of course, it is getting closer to your bed time after all!" Every excuse and lie he had to add sealed his fate more, but she was right.
Dinner was at 6. Bedtime 7:00.
Amy piped up.
"Don't worry baby boy we will have you in bed soon enough!" She smiled. This was beyond her wildest dreams, having a little sister she was in charge of, vulnerable, pretty and super girlish. She had dreamt of it for so long and loved him deeply for not completely spoiling it by now.
She got up and walked over to him, smothering him and kissing his cheeks. Girls were so weird, he thought.
He was put into the same lemon nightie as before at naptime with its delicate soft frilled knickers that were at both ways very comfortable on his body and extremely discomforting for his fragile male psyche.
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babyamylee, That was another great chapter. I am enjoying it immensely.
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She took him up to the bathroom and held his hand as he tinkled, a fresh embarrassment and still hard but getting easier as time went on. Then he was put into his Disney princess sheets.
As he lay in his bed, his sister sat over him. He was getting used to being talked at, patronised. He knew it was a battle to keep himself his old self but it was getting tough.
"I'm sorry for shouting before about your tiny stiffy chrissie." She said, with complete sincerity, his shattered ego just making him feel smaller.
"I know boys are weaker and can't help themselves now, and I know you are truly a little boy who can't help his little stiffy. I get it now. You've always been a little sissy boy struggling with trying to fit in, that explains why you shut yourself away all the time. But don't worry, we'll look after you now."
He should have shouted there and then. Stepped out of bed and just put his foot down and called an end to this charade once and for all! Instead, looking up at her under his pink Disney covers, after the emotionally tumultuous day and the power imbalance, he started to sob like the child he was fast becoming.
"No...that's not it!" he cried. "I'm not a child! I want to go back to normal! please Mama!"
She shushed him softly until the tears and whining stopped. Her mind was set now. She believed this, it was no game any more. It was best for everyone, including him. She had two months left to ensure he couldn't come back from this. He was only asking to go back because of shame, but he was more suited to being a small sissy child and more happy, she thought.
Seeing his tears and his pleas to his Mama and the way he grasped his dolly unknowingly made her more sure of anything.
"Mama knows best little chrissie. You're my pretty little sissy and I am so proud of you! Now don't you worry about your little stiffy, me and Mummy are talking about how to fix it for you. Little children don't worry about such things so don't you think about it."
With that she kissed him lovingly on his pretty painted lips and left him to his sleep, it was 7:10pm after all.
He set his alarm to get up for some more video games.
Waking at 11, he waited, but they were still talking. His little sister was allowed such leeway it was so unfair!
At around quarter past midnight he crept to the computer and quietly turned it on guiltily. He sat his doll next to him, so he knew where it was for later he told himself. Although in truth he was used to treating her like a person now and the new part of him was showing her the computer.
Putting the headset on he felt more bullish once more, whispering a "hello boys" to his crew of misfit friends. They had worked out he was either in trouble or doing some chore he didn't want to admit to, but they didn't care to push too much.
Once again, he couldn't find the form he used to, as distracted as he was, sat demurely in his pretty nightie and conscious about how the boys would feel if they knew he was a total sissy. But worse than that his heart wasn't in it as much. He was distracted by Mistress Natalie, the Disney movie he had watched, what tomorrow would bring.
He lost every match again. He noticed the banter was a little less enjoyable, noticing just how misogynist the boys could really be. He wanted to correct them but stopped himself, reflecting on the job the females in his life were doing to change him. Normally he would be saying the same things, but could not bring himself to, so went quiet instead. He reflected he would be ready tomorrow to give girls what's for again. Maybe. Mind you, if Natalie was being truthful about girls and boys, they were all being very disrespectful to their betters.
Natalie....his mind focused on her.
After more humiliations going out of the tournament early again, he said good night and got back into bed. He was stiff again, and, rather than stroking, he rubbed through his panties, his legs spread. Once he was close, he once again crept to the bathroom. Disaster! It was locked. Little did he know, his mother and sister had taken the keys so he would have to ask for supervision to use it. With no where to hide any shameful discharge he got into bed and fell into a frustrated sleep, with no pleasure.
He woke up to the usual feeling of his covers being pulled away with some thrill by his sister and the ensuing shameful confusion and realisation of his situation. He had been holding Rapunzel tightly all night and his feminine yellow cotton nightie and panties and golden hair looked so cute to Amy. She bit her lip. This was going so perfectly. And the weaker she made him the better. He had no idea how soft and girlish and childish she wanted him.
A needy, reliant, vulnerable, childish, girlish sissy brother was her goal now. He would be happy, and soft, and useful, and her most cherished dream of having a cute sissy playmate would come true every day. This was bliss.
"Wakey wakey lil princess!"
The awkward moment every morning where he opened his eyes and first felt the evidence, the tell tale signs of his soft frilly clothing, the dolly pressed up to his breast, his bare body enveloped to his knees in a night dress. Extremely comfortable, and extremely shameful. He looked into the eyes of the person who woke him.
"M-mama" he half groaned at being woken up, before again cringing that he called his younger sister that instinctively.
Inwardly she was thrilled at this development.
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babyamylee, Another great chapter. Keep up the good work.
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Thank you babyamylee!
I am loving your story.
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"Come on sleepyhead!"
She leaned over and kissed him before lifting him and leading him hand in hand to the bathroom. After another humiliating "potty time" with a hand holding he was put into the bath and handed his toys.
He got to work playing with Ariel and trying to keep his mind off the humiliation and submission he was under, which made it appear all the more that he was loving his life.
As she was cleaning she grabbed his soft, limp, willy and gave it a playful shake, giggling. The sheer emasculation was enough to make him feel one foot tall.
"I...I'm sorry I was nasty about your little stiffy chrissie" she said, with genuine thought, but said in a way that made him cringe all the more.
"But me and your Mummy have come up with a solution, we are just waiting for it..to sort itself. So we wont get mad if you get something you can't control, okay?"
She said things with such genuine warmth he could not hate her like he wanted to. He could not feel the burning resentment he dearly needed to. It still wasn't fair however.
"I...I'm fine, I don't need fixing." He said this with a hint of whining, but with mostly pleading. It didn't matter either way.
"No no, you need to be my perfect little one, and I'm going to make sure nothing gets in the way!" There was a playfulness to everything she said. There was no more shouting or arguing, because she ultimately knew he would have no choice either way.
He was not one to take many baths or pay attention to cleanliness but he had dutifully had a bubble bath every day since he started and ended up smelling very feminine every day.
She dressed him in more cartoonish underclothes, a matching vest and knicker set with Alice in Wonderland motif followed by a "play dress" which seemed much shorter than anything else he had worn. It was a pink, short cord dress which was pretty much level with his privates and had a flower sewn into the breast. It was complimented by a slim, white and pink striped stop, some knee socks and white, one inch heeled mary jane shoes.
All of these outfits were new. He seemed to be getting an overly full wardrobe for a two month stay. After make up and hair he was marched to the landing on the way down to breakfast. But he stopped. He didn't have his dolly.
Why was he caring again? Okay, he knew he was supposed to have it but it wasn't his fault, his Mama wouldn't be mad. But what if she was? Also he didn't want to come all the way up one flight of stairs!
That's what he told himself, but the truth was, in his weak state, she provided comfort to him like a blanket now. He felt naked without his doll somehow. But if he said he had to go get it, how would that look?
She stopped with him and looked puzzled. "What's up little one?"
He mumbled.
"I...don't have my dolly..."
She squealed with pleasure. "Oh yes! of course. Every little sissy needs her dolly! Don't you think you should ask me for it nicely and sweetly like the sissy I know you are, hmm?"
Again, playful. She did not have to beg, or shout.
He cringed, he couldn't do that. He shook his head.
"Suit yourself!" She said, lightly.
He had to admit to himself, he did like fidgeting with his doll through the boredom, and half way down the stairs, stopped again.
"Mama..." he said, softly, resigned, "may chwissie pwease go fetch his pwetty dolly?"
She smiled wide, clapping.
"Of course you can. Aww don't be ashamed. It's fine! Every little sissy needs a dolly. Let's go get her!"
He cringed, but he did ask for it. He of course wasn't allowed to go get her on his own, he was once again guided back to his room to get the plush Rapunzel doll he had tucked into bed.
Upon entering the kitchen and curtsying, his Mummy, after the usual delight, went into a deep conversation with his Mama Amy about his new "play dress".
It was shameful for him to just stand there as they fondled the dress and pull it up and down, examining the fit.
"This certainly wont get in the way of his playtime will it?" his Mummy said.
No, he thought, because it was tiny and his knickers would permanently be on show.
"We did get a few play dresses didn't we?" she inquired.
"Oh yeah we have enough!" Amy said.
How many was enough? None was enough in his opinion!
The morning went pretty normally, at least as normal as things were now. He was left playing with dolls in front of his sisters TV. There was no way to hide his knickers, he thought, but he wouldn't trip over his skirts any time soon, he thought. He was comfortable. At least...as comfortable as he could be in icky dresses. More confusion.
Then he was sent to do chores, all of his and his sisters. This did give him a small amount of freedom, which he enjoyed the thought of. He planned how the serial toucher would pleasure himself that night knowing there would be no toilet. He hid some toilet paper under his pillow, which he would soil, then put into a paper bag to dispose of later when he had chance. He put away enough for a good few days, knowing he could replenish.
His mind was on Natalie a lot of the time, the past days had ramped up his opinion of her. He didn't think he could like her any more than he did, but his lust was now mixed with admiration, adoration, reliance. He looked distracted until his sister uttered the words "Time to go see Natalie!"
He immediately perked up, and found it hard to disguise that fact, much to the enjoyment of his guardian.
"Oh he likes that does he? He loves his Mistress does he?"
He couldn't help nodding, and squirming, even though in effect he was wrapped around her finger at this point.
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Natalie, no doubt obviously, looked like an amazon goddess. Never as feminine as he now undoubtedly was, nevertheless she seemed to be dressing the part now. Wearing some tiny football shorts and a top, with sweat socks and training shoes, she was ready for her workout.
She pretty much grabbed him from his sister, without saying a word, and with a confident look on her face, ready to dominate the boy.
After waving "bye bye" to his Mama, to his utter shame, he was left with Natalie.
She complimented him on his play dress, and fussed over it, and then set him to work on her room, which he did with a passionate obedience. His heart was pounding. She was magnificent. She worked out, of course, in her football kit, a more masculine item of clothing than he had worn all week although clearly a women's fit. He was mesmerised.
While patting herself down, her muscles glistening, she once again began to educate him into her politics. His new world.
"You know, girls are more suited to sports" she went on, with no hint of joke or aggression.
"Don't you think my body is perfect for sports?" she said, with a gleam in her eyes, posing with her biceps. Yes, she very much was.
He stammered. "Y-yes M-Mistress N...N.."
She giggled heartily.
"Oh my sweet boy. How could I have not seen how cute you are all this time!"
His heart pounded again, his privates stiffened, he felt like jelly.
"Boys get aggressive and angry during sports. They can't handle it. Girls are just better honey. It's okay. It's better this way. In the future, sports will be for girls only, and boys will be sometimes be allowed to watch, so long as they can behave. How do you feel about that?"
She asked with her looking more beautiful than ever, twisting and posing. He would say anything she wanted him to say.
"It...s-seems right M-Mistress...."
"Good! Because I've been going through my old clothes for things suitable for you to give to your Mama and I came across JUST the thing!"
She went into a bag she had packed, just for him, and pulled out an old cheerleading costume. It had a skirt, tight top, knickers, tights, and running shoes. He was so nervous as she dressed him, making patronising comments about his small, stiff member and feeling his legs and arms and comparing them unfavourably to hers.
At no point was she hurtful or mean, so all of this was wearing him down. He wished he could fight all this, but Natalie? Not a chance.
She indeed was his better.
He was taught all manner of cheering and supporting, and she tested him in front of her videos of her school matches. He wanted to impress her so badly he got caught up in it all. There were no limits for Natalie, she was glorious to him. A goddess.
Once again, she held him and they danced together, she taking the dominant role, him the passive, and once again, when time was up, he was crestfallen.
Bedtime, he knew, was at least a chance for him to escape his troubles and feel like a boy again. As much of a boy he could in tiny, frilly, cotton baby pink shorts and matching top over his Alice in Wonderland underwear could be.
He was put into his soft bed and instinctively took close hold of his doll. Amy sat next to him, stroking his hair, telling him how happy she was. She was teary eyed, He looked deeply into those eyes, feeling a little soft. He still pitied her for how he had acted, and he was very comfortable. His thick eyelashes dropped.
He woke up just in time for his last night computer games.
"Hey, what are we doing tonight?"
"Seriously chris, you're grounded and we all were playing the real stuff all day! You were playing like a girl last time!"
He cringed. Girls are, according to his Mistress Natalie, superior, and he was confused as to his feelings, he wouldn't let this lie.
"Don't disrespect girls, they are awesome. You shouldn't talk about them like that! We'd all be better off being more like they are in some ways!" he blurted out.
They all started joking about him, before all agreeing today they would be playing in teams of two. Whilst the conversation steered towards who would pair with who, to his dismay they were all avoiding him, the former champ. To the end, they started arguing over who had to have him in their team. This was an embarrassing far cry from the champion status he previously had.
After a while they just decided to have two teams of 6. Predictably, he was picked last, reluctantly, and stuck in goal, as they were secretly hoping they could mitigate his lack of skill by keeping the ball away.
Just before start, the chat went quiet, and then, after half a minute, went back up. They had a five minute match, and then, after a 0-0 draw, inexplicably decided to call it a day. Everyone was tired, dramatically so, and decided to hit the hay. A little frustrating.
Of course, what he didn't know was, they had agreed to log back in after he'd gone due to his outburst and uselessness at the game.
He'd been frozen out.
He crawled into bed, dejected, and immediately thought of Natalie. He opened his legs and rubbed his little privates, thinking of her strength, her dominance, and her beauty, and discharged into the tissues, hiding the shame into a bag and hiding it deep in his waste bin.
In the afterglow he'd never felt so alive, like he was Natalie's little girl serving her. He minced into bed, and held his doll whispering "night night" in a soft feminine tone. They were winning the battle.
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babyamylee, that was another great chapter. Thanks for being a great writer.
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He of course, was awoken rather than woke, his doting sister finding as much joy in this moment as any other.
"Hello Miss Fussy Panties!"
Oh gosh, he thought, that was the most emasculating thing she could have greeted him with.
"We have a big day little Miss chrissie." She gently slapped his legs.
"Upsy daisy!" He mumbled and got up. Would it be worth arguing at this point not to talk down to him? Look at him.
After his bath he was dressed in a very short pale blue Alice style play dress and white panties. After red lipstick (which proved kissable enough for his sister not to be able to stop kissing him with) she started brushing his hair. It was unkempt when she started and she had deliberately allowed it to grow out. It was now level with his chin.
He was used to having his hair fussed over but she was taking extra care, enjoying watching him fuss as she brushed tightly, and then he knew what she was up to.
She started to style two pigtails at each side of his head, fixing them with bobbles that had round pink beads and hair clips that were pink and had butterflies on. She thinned and shaped his eyebrows again. Oh gosh, this was too much. He looked like the perfect little girl.
He was sent off to Natalie's early today. She was very appreciative of "Little Miss Chrissie" and his pigtails. He was just glad her brother stayed out of the way. Natalie did tell him she couldn't guarantee her mother wouldn't one day see him, but of course, she would protect him. His Mistress, his protector, his amazonian hunk.
He skipped home holding her hand as he was led back.
They walked into the living room. A large children's play mat was sprawled over the floor. He knew who that was for.
Natalie made an "ooh" face, delighted, and led him to sit down on it, in front of assembled dolls and play blocks, which were new and seemed wholly more childish than even he was used to.
He noticed the three women controlling his life sat around him on the couches and chair, circling him, looking his way. He started to worry. This was another "phase".
Amy spoke. Of course she did. The youngest in the room was the one who had the most power over him.
"Chrissie. We're all very happy with how you have been behaving. But in certain ways you are...not as easy to control. We don't blame you, because you are just a child but...I think I want you to be more than playing as one. I want you to feel like one. To live properly as one in every way and feel like it. So...we got you a few presents today..."
She gave him a small box with a bow wrapped around it. He gingerly opened it with his red nail polished hands, removing the top. Inside was a baby's dummy.
Did they really want him to suc-k on this? He looked around, faces full of expectation. He noticed his Mummy. All of a sudden he remembered the bet. He still had to pretend he loved it or it was six months.
She mouthed "go on" silently, as if to encourage the boy that it was okay to indulge his desire. In reality, he was so ashamed. He popped it in. A baby pink dummy with a strap that Amy attached to his dress. How long would he be expected to suc-k this?
Next up Amy came over, as well as Natalie, enveloping him, rocking him, and then gently pushed him onto his back. He lay there submissively, weak and defeated. His knickers were pulled down, and he started to panic, until Natalie shushed him and kissed his cheek softly, smiling, before going back to what used to be his privates.
He couldn't see what was going on with his skirts hitched up. He could hear a box being opened and emptied, and giggling, as he lay there, his knickers down to his ankles, exposed to everyone.
Next he could feel his tiny privates being touched. He was so ashamed but the thought of Natalie turned him stiff. Was it her hands, or his Mamas? He heard a loud giggle, and suc-ked on the dummy all the more, tears welling up. This was a nightmare. His Mother walked out and came back in holding a bag of frozen peas, and he felt it on his hairless privates, shrinking.
Next, he could feel something plastic being placed behind his sack,circling it. A piece went over the top, creating a circle. What were they doing??
Then they placed a plastic tube over his flaccid, small, willy and he could hear it slide into some pieces attached to the ring. And then they locked it all into place. A small padlock clicked. He had no concept of what this was. He just knew his privates were completely covered in this plastic device.
When they pulled up his knickers over the device they both sat back on the couch, and he immediately put his hands to it, feeling this strange item. The ladies all had a drink, and he had a plastic sippy cup of milk put next to him. They were regressing him even more.
What was the device? Was it for show? Was it decorative? He hadn't seen it yet but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Natalie noticed his discomfort.
"Don't worry" she said, apologetically. "You'll get used to it. It's what you really need, believe me."
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babyamylee, Another great chapter with a surprise for Chrissie.
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It was time for his nap, and he yawned. Amy noticed.
"Oh! it's time for your nap! And the biggest surprise. Come on, Natalie you too!" He took his dummy out. "No, leave that in! you have to get used to it!" she pleaded.
He had to get used to it? Why? Why??
He was walked upstairs, but not led to his room. Instead, he was taken by the hand to his sister's room. Not that it was new for him to take his nap in there, but what he saw horrified him.
Inside in the corner was an oversized child's crib. He looked at Amy, and her satisfied face. He looked at Natalie, and her confident, knowing grin.
He spat out his dummy, which was caught by the strap and dangled comically on his Alice dress.
"N-no! N-no! I w-wont! N-nooo!" he cried.
"Chrissie!" Amy said, firmly, as if to remind him his obligations.
"N-no!" He said, trying to pull away and walk out. This was a step too far.
"Yes you will, little Miss. Mistress Natalie? Would you like to punish or should I?"
His Mistress pulled him to a chair and put him easily over her knee, despite his struggles. Then she pulled up his dress, and down his knickers, and spanked hard enough to elicit real tears almost right away.
She had a smile and bit her lip. Exercising her power was very satisfying to her. She stroked the bottom, then spanked. It seemed to go on forever, but was only 20 spanks.
He was stood, in a little girls dress, and pigtails, blubbing his eyes out. How could she? How could his precious Natalie do that?
She took him by the hand, sympathetically, and reassured him, stroking his cheek.
"Everything's going to be okay, chrissie. Don't worry about anything, just let things happen sweet heart. Stop worrying about the old you and accept this and it will be easier" and she kissed his cheek, before popping his dummy back in.
The tears stopped, and he was led over to the oversized pink crib. It had his new covers on it, and was surrounded by dolls. It was very soft. Unlike other cribs, it had a top. He was stripped naked and put in his Minnie Mouse nightgown and matching knickers before climbing in.
Both girls kissed his lips softly.
The side bars were lifted and locked, and the lid came down and locked. He was imprisoned. His sister came over.
"You're only staying in my room for a few days. I promise. It's just until you get used to it okay?"
He spluttered, lisping through his dummy.
"b-But this is a new bed....This will still all go back to normal?"
He was panicking now.
She giggled. Her older brother, a simpering, crying little girl, with pretty clothes and pigtails, earrings, makeup and a doll. Go back? Not if she could help it.
"Of course it will. Don't worry. It's just a little bed. If you need potty cry and I'll wake and let you out okay?"
He couldn't believe it. This was not right.
He lisped. "Yes Mama". He was tired. The routine was making his body expect a dose of sleep. They both said bye bye and drew the curtains, walking out quietly, closing the door and leaving him in midday darkness.
He sat back dejected and tired. He had to know how enclosed he was. He spat out the dummy. He pushed against the top with all his strength. Nothing. He shook the bars, nothing. He played with the latch, it was locked. He threw a children's tantrum stomping his feet and crying, but the crib held. It was a baby pink prison and he wasn't moving.
He soon dropped off to sleep, ineffectual tantrum over.
He woke up, and the dummy was in his mouth. Someone must have been in to pop it in his mouth.
Amy and Natalie were sat down quietly surfing the web together. It was Natalie who noticed him first, nudging Amy with a beaming smile.
"Oh wakey wakey buttercup!" She said, with all the warmth and patronisation he had begun to expect.
He blushed at the two girls, suc-king the dummy nervously.
"Mama, please let me out now". He lisped cutely. He was in no mood to fight.
"Oh you can wait there missy. We're just doing some shopping for you. Isn't it exciting? All the dollies are very new, so you can find lots of fun with them, you can play while you wait! Wont that be fun?"
He didn't remember the point when sentences like these were no longer teases but serious proclamations from a mother to her little child. He suc-ked away and fidgeted with his new dolls, examining them and trying to get any joy from the silly girls toys.
Natalie came over after about 25 minutes. Finally! He was being let out!
She smiled that Goddess smile. Oh gosh, he thought.
"Here you go sweetheart. I can see you are enjoying yourself!" She passed him a bag, stroking his soft hand, and went back to the computer. Inside the silk bag were some spare clothes and brushes for the dolls. He groaned, and started brushing the hair and having a fashion show like the perfect little girl he was fast becoming.
After another 40 minutes of playing dollies in his delicates, he needed the toilet badly.
"Excuse me..." he lisped through his dummy. "Excuse me..." softly and with embarrassment, he caught their attention. Both "grown ups" turned to look at the pathetic boy.
"I need the toilet..."
Natalie looked at Amy and giggled.
"Is that how sissies ask now hmm?" Amy said.
He sighed. he was fidgeting now, needing a pee.
"P-pwease wet sissy go potty Mama".
Natalie piped up. "That's better sweetheart. Here. I'll take you."
He cringed. Not Natalie. How could he go?
He could not wait. Natalie walked over to him, and let him out. The nerves were immense.
Holding his hand and leading him into the bathroom, she then pulled up his skirts and pulled down his knickers.
"Okay sweetness, sit down."
He was confused. What about the strange device on him. He still wasn't sure what it was for.
"But...wont you take this...thing off?"
"There's a hole in it, don't worry, we don't have to remove that except to clean it. Your precious little button is all safe."
Was that what it was for? Safety and protection? With that he sat down, he would not be able to stand to pee even if he wanted to with this thing on.
"Yes, my little sweet button. That's all you have, and that's all you need." She could hardly be more emasculating calling him button after his very small privates. He was finding it easier to go even with his hand held. Things all become normalised after a while, he though, glumly.
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babyamylee, that was a fantastic chapter. Chrissie is getting the full baby treatment. Can't wait for your next chapter.
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While she was distracted he grabbed a handful of tissues, he was going to make sure to touch tonight, he had been with Natalie all day, he would no doubt think of her when he had a minute. He stuck them in his knickers hoping she would not notice. She did not.
"Finished chrissie? Okay button let's go."
He was led in to his sisters bedroom and dressed back in his Alice dress and sat in front of the TV. "Here you go, sissy button!" Oh gosh, Amy must have heard his infantile nickname.
Sofia the First was put on. At least he was familiar with it, he missed the TV, so the TV he got to watch was better than nothing. He would never admit this, but by now he enjoyed it as he was familiar with the kind lead character, and, he sat there peacefully, suc-king his dummy, holding his dolly, brushing his skirts and appearing as the perfect little girl.
Amy looked at the corner of her eye. This was going so well. She would have her perfect sissy for life. She respected him less than ever, but loved him more than ever. Which is why it was sad she would have to do what she needed to next: He was going to have to lose the bet over his Mother finding out he wanted out. Maybe she would make it a year if he failed first....
At bedtime, he was led into his sisters room and put in his crib. He waited for the tell tale signs of his Mama, sister settling down with his Mummy and laid back. He thought of Natalie, he thought of her power. His fantasies had shifted, now she was in charge, her muscular toned athletic physique would take charge and protect his weak soft self. He was in his happy place. He did not consider why his fantasies had shifted, as far as he was concerned, this was the place they could not reach him.
His button started to twitch, but then the reality hit him. He filled out the device, and it did not expand. He could not get hard. He tried to shift the device to no avail. He tried to pull it off, and it hurt to. It was locked around his balls solidly and the padlock prevented him from removing the tube. There was no getting around it, he could not remove this thing and could not get hard while he did. Tears welled up and he started to suc-k the dummy frustratedly.
He rubbed through his knickers and the device, but to no avail, nothing was happening. This was no doubt the next step of his sissyhood. He would no doubt stay in this for the duration. Oh gosh. He would actually have a child's life and that included his own privates. Children were too young to understand what they were for. He cried himself to sleep, holding Rapunzel for comfort
He woke to his sisters voice singing his name, or at least his new name. He opened his eyes to baby pink bars, and panicked, where was he? Tears welled up again. She shushed him, recognising his confusion. His dummy was out again, and she tutted, pushing it back in. He would learn, she pondered.
The first thing he did was complain about his new device - he learned it's name, a chastity belt. Amy did not take kindly to these complaints, and promised him a spanking later. She took it off, to his relief, for bath time, and she noticed whenever she brushed past his button he would shudder and go docile. He would close his eyes and stop what he was doing momentarily, saying nothing. When it came to clean it he delightfully felt like putty in her hands. She would remember this for future reference.
When she let it go he gave a sigh. His chastity was replaced.
It was a hot day so he was once again dressed in the Rapunzel swimming costume, She noticed the chastity would be easy to see through the trunks and the lock made a light clicking noise, which gave her an idea. Beckoning him over, she attached the bell previously around his anklet to the padlock. Now whenever he walked his dainty walk or so much as made a move his emasculated private part made a jingling.
He was starting to miss the boyish pursuits in his life and knew he was supplementing them with little girls things, and it made him ever so worried that this was becoming the new normal. He could not admit his feelings but he enjoyed his cartoons and his toys not to mention the attention he received from Natalie.
He noticed that his Mother was spending a lot of time upstairs, and he was suspiciously not allowed in his room, which was a constant source of anxiety.
He worked out as the days went on that if he stopped worrying about his uber girlish appearance and what he was doing, he would feel better. So he started to concentrate on the world that had been created for him and let go on what had been left behind, just for the time being. Then he would pass his sisters mirror and look at the state of him and regress back to his sadness at losing his boyishness.
Stood as he was in a now very feminine gait, with fuzzy pink bobbles holding his blond pigtails, his heavily made up pink lips, his heavy mascara, his pencil eyebrows and now pink heart earrings. He had tiny Rapunzel trunks and this time a matching purple flat tiny bra covering breasts he did not have. He fondled clothing and chastity with his long, pink nails. He was the biggest sissy imaginable and could no longer deny it was inside as well as out.
Still, he would have his football when his "sleepovers" were done. And when this was all over, he'd find his masculinity again, he thought, as tears welled up. They were too easy coming now, he thought, as he pressed his doll to his chest.
After his nap he woke with an aching need to go the toilet. He wasn't going anywhere without his sister, which reminded him of his newfound neediness. He called her over, softly. She did not wake. He started to get teary and wailed over, fighting back the tears at his shameful situation, and sure enough, she woke and walked over to him.
"You don't have to be scared of crying, baby. It will get what you want quicker."
This was another attempt by her to regress him further, he thought. But then he reasoned, if it did get him what he wanted, he might as well start crying and let the tears flow for attention.
"I have to go toilet!" he said, bluntly, out of desperation.
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babyamylee, that was another great chapter. Keep it going because buttons is getting regressed quite well.
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Love the story
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I love this story of yours, babyamylee! I am bursting with anticipation of the next chapter. Hugs!
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Thanks girls. You're the best.
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She shrugged and walked back to her bed, lying down and pretending to snuggle in.
What had he done? He thought, and then realised. He really, really did need to go.
He cried, the tears, to his dismay, being absolutely real at what he had become and what he was about to do.
She walked over and talked to him infantile.
"Shhhh. Shhh. Wha's the matter? Whassamatter baby?"
"P-pwease will Mama take chwissie potty pwease?"
Another wide smile from her, and a feeling of further emasculation from him, as he was led to the bathroom and took a tinkle, while having his hand held by his "Mama", he had being effectively neutered. Never mind how his sister, Mother and Natalie would go back to normal after this, would he be able to?
Next day he was awoken as normal and, after opening the top and lowering the bars to the crib, she sat on the edge.
"Chrissie?" She said with the intonation of a grown up speaking to a five year old.
"M-mama..." he said, his dummy staying in, speaking with the intonation of someone who had woken from a nightmare.
"Today you get a choice, wont that be fun?"
In truth, choices and decisions over his life were long since becoming everyone else's concern. His Mothers, his sisters, even his next door neighbours.
"Y-yes"...he said, with the knowing anxiety that not everything was as it seemed right now.
"Well, today you can play another little game with me, for a bet. Or you can just carry on as normal."
Normal? What about this was normal?? Nevertheless, his bets had got him into big trouble so far. Not a chance. Still, he would hear her out. She was always mischievous. He knew that. But she was being kinder and more protective to him that ever. He was so confused, but this time, he wouldn't be betted into another torment.
"Well, I was thinking that maybe you'd bet on something simple. A whole month off if you win. And, let's say, another 6 months to my tally to the punishment only if you tell Mother if you lose? And this time, it's a game you know you should win, Fifa!"
He thought for a split second. He wouldn't be telling his mother that this acceptance was all a charade, so he would be fine, this would not affect him. Still, these bets were never quite as it seemed. No, he would refuse. And he did, and she tried to encourage him but he was steadfast.
Bathtime came, and once again, she took off his chastity for a brief moment of respite.
Her soft hands and the bubbles and warmth made this experience pleasurable and humiliating for his ego. Now it was the only time his privates were free it was extra pleasing. Every touch to his body was a joy, to his utter shame.
She grabbed his "teensy" as she had christened it, in order to lift it and clean his "little cherries". He dropped his toy, an utter state of docile obedience came over him, which did not go unnoticed.
"Soooo...has Mama's lil sissy thought any more about our bet hmm?"
"Nuh-huh!" he said, trying and failing to focus.
"Does little sissy not want to play puta games any more?" She said, as she gently stroked him with a soft flannel.
"P-please..." he whispered, hypnotised.
"How about this..." she said, knowing how suggestible he was becoming. "One game of Fifa, and we either call things off or add a whole year, no little conditions at all. You can either have your freedom or stay as my sweet sissy for an extra year."
"Nnn.." he went to say no but just as he did, she brushed all the way from his "cherries" to his "teensy" all the way along and he stopped.
"It will make Mama very very happy" she said, with extra warmth to her voice.
"Y-y-yes Mama..."
"You'll do it? You'll help me? All for your Mama?"
"Y-yes Mama!" he said, losing himself in the moment.
She beamed. "Good sissy!"
To his disappointment she moved on from his privates and onto the rest of him, wrapping him in a soft pink towel and getting him ready for the day, his pigtails, his makeup, and his pink short play dress.
To his delight, she left the device off. After a few days of being frustrated, he was extra sensitive, and his teensy tingled through his knickers.
He was sat in front of cartoons while his sister went to prepare.
Disaster. He realised he had left the wire in the computer! Thankfully, she was just waking up Natalie. This would be done on "neutral territory", so they would be using her computer. He avoided a big punishment. Things were going his way. This would finally be the end of his torment!
He skipped daintily all the way to Natalie's house, holding his sisters hand tightly. She noticed his cheerfullness. It was a shame it would go soon, she enjoyed his playful girlishness but after losing, it would be too much for a while.
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Love this story!
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babyamylee, give us more. This is a fantastic story. Can't wait for more.
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She had to focus too. There would be no cheating. She was banking on his recent life affecting his skill, not to mention being distracted by his chastity being off. Worst came to worst, she would have Natalie merely make sure she was visible. That would do it.
Natalie also loved the new him. She wasn't sure herself how she felt. She was Mistress, it was not respect, nor did she need him as a boyfriend. But she knew she had to keep him, look after him and love him..like this. She was becoming more admiring of Amy enough recently to find a certain attraction to her too.
She made sure to be extra welcoming, and extra beautiful today. A low cut red figure hugging dress and heels over some fishnet stockings gave her the confidence that the former FIFA champion would not concentrate for a single second.
Upon entering her room and seeing Natalie his jaw dropped and he went numb. The unfamiliar feeling of his teensy going stiff immediately made him blush and the sensitivity had ramped up.
She embraced them both warmly, holding him to her breast in an act of utter joy for him. Momentarily he thought, this would momentarily be all over, she wouldn't do this to him again. As a boy, he would be back to being simply friendly.
After another contract signing, they sat in front of the TV. His play dress covered nothing. He looked like the little sissy he had become, but not for long. An addendum to the contract was that now longer term stakes were at play, the six months if he told his Mother became endless, if he told his Mother about all these bets this was it. Natalie made sure she was the one who asked him about this one, she knew he couldn't say no to her.
Amy made them choose women's teams, which he and his friends would never ever even think of, but, being in Natalie's room, knowing her beliefs, and knowing the rules were the same, he did not care.
He took time to reflect of his nightmare. He was nervous, he had not won a bet yet. Amy was stalling taking time to focus too. He had spent weeks as a little girl, doing everything his sister told him. He had been an utter sissy. Now it would all be over.
Just as he was composing, Natalie came and wished him luck, kissing him on the cheek. Then she curiously sat in his line of site, off screen. She could see her from an angle, but why choose the computer chair over the bed she usually sat on? She started stroking her leg playfully, and he started to twitch, his play dress not hiding his sensitive part stroking his soft pink frilly cotton underclothes.
He closed his eyes tight, it was a feeling of utter softness.
This was the moment Amy chose to start the game.
Not only had his skills left him compared to his friends, he was beginning to find out Amy had been practising too, when he was at Natalie's. When he was with his mother. When he was housekeeping. The combination of this fact and the distractions he was under with his no chastity and his femininity made this game very equal. After one half of ten minutes it was 3-2 to Amy. On a knife edge. Why had he agreed to this? He reflected. It was the bath!
She gave him an almost apologetic smile, she knew that ultimately, this was all make or break, and she did hate to upset him like this, but it was more important that he stayed this way.
He fidgeted with his skirts during the interval, and fidgeted with his dolls hair. This went noticed, so Amy went into her bag and pulled out a dummy with a butterfly, shoving it in, and to everyone's surprise, he took it and suc-kled.
The second half came, and he managed to pull one back, it was evens!
The site of the boy suc-kling his dummy while concentrating was incredibly humorous to the two girls.
The funny thing about FIFA is, sometimes no matter how good you are, you can't counter another person's play.
It started from the goal keeper, and pass after pass made its mark. No matter what Chris did, Amy's players seemed to be one step ahead. He suc-kled his dummy harder, the panic set in, and the tears welled up. A pass to the striker and a shot was all it took.
Too late in the game to do anything, he was now a little sissy for a whole year, starting now.
He burst into tears, his dummy falling to the floor. Both Natalie and Amy saw a little sissy with a cute dress and a pigtails, crying his eyes out. They had done the right thing.
And while he should have hated them for this manipulation and control, he could not bring himself to as they wrapped their arms in him, shushing him and reassuring him that they would protect him.
As they rocked him and shushed him, Amy put his dummy back in, which he took with no fuss. This was a shock to the system. A year like this? How could he agree to that? Why?
But Natalie kissing him and Amy cradling him at least made him feel soft and attended to. As Natalie held him, Amy went into her hand bag and pulled out his chastity. He could not see this, but when she pulled down his panties he knew and struggled a little. Natalie pulled him tighter and he could not resist and submitted to them again as it was clicked into place, with the bell tingling its presence.
After a cry, followed by his two females cheering him up, it was time to lay down the law. Amy would be the one laying it. Gently, softly.
"Now Chrissie, you are going to be spending over a year as a little sissy child. There will be no way out. You might as well learn to love it. If you go back to school, it will be in skirts. If not, you will stay at home all day like this."
His heart skipped. School? Like this? He blushed madly. He was still in shock.
"You have to accept this now. You are a sissy. It's not temporary. This is your life. You will be a sweet, delicate, feminine, obedient little sissy. You will wear pretty dresses and pretty knickers. You will act and play like a little girl. You will not be allowed any male or grown up things. We are the grown ups, and you are the child. No touching yourself at all, no backchat, no turning back. And our agreement still stands. You cannot tell your Mummy you wish you were anything else, so when you tell her about the extra year, you will have to convince her you are very happy about spending your whole year as Mama's special little girl. Do you understand?"
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babyamylee, Amy and Natalie are devious. Chrissie is stuck now as a little girl. Hope he likes his new life. Now, when is the next chapter coming out. We want more.
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Of course, Chris is his own victim as you, babyamylee, have revealed so well in developing his character. No one can impose something on you if you steadfastly refuse, so at some level Chrissie must want this. After all, Amy was the troublemaker who Chris allowed to drag him along up to this point. He had no spine then so why would he be expected to grow one now? As the saying goes, "You've made your bed, now lie in it."
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He was downcast, catatonic, and wanted nothing more than to cry. "Y-yes Mama..." Total defeat today. What was the point?
He was allowed to take his nap in Natalie's bed, in his pretty underwear. Sleeping in her bed as the two girls listened to music together on their headphones was heaven for him, even if he had lost so much that morning. The bed smelled of Natalie, he would dream of her and only her. He was reminded he was wearing chastity as his teensy filled its plastic palace a number of times before retreating. He fell into a worried sleep.
As usual, he woke up to the women in his life smiling, full of ideas. His dummy had fallen out. He was not used to it.
"We've been thinking, it's your birthday in two days. Maybe at your big birthday meal, that's when you will tell your Mummy about all this. That will be fun wont it?"
In all the things that went on recently, he had forgotten. Earlier on he was hoping maybe as a birthday gift Amy would reprieve him. No chance now. He knew deep down inside, this is what she wanted more than anything. A sissy brother.
He groaned and pulled a face, mouthing a "no" but not vocalising.
Natalie actually admonished him for it.
"Now now. Don't be bold or sullen. This is your life now. It's time to start acting like it!"
Then Natalie shot a glance at Amy. Together they had a realisation, adding days on wouldn't work right now. Punishments would have to be old school. Amy took the lead.
"If you don't start acting like a good sissy I will send you up to bed early with a spanked bottom little miss fussy knickers!"
He cringed at the thought and words. Early? His bedtime was already 7!
"Is that what you want?" Natalie added.
He groaned. "No, but..."
To his surprise Amy grabbed him by the arm.
"Stand!" He stood, immediately. Her newfound strength dominating his newfound weakness. She was the grown up.
She swiftly pulled his knickers down, swatting him twice across the bottom, and walking him to the corner.
"You can stand in the naughty corner until you learn to behave!"
There he stood, close to the corner of the room, his knickers down, his bottom spanked, thoroughly ashamed. He started to blub softly, and thought about his doll. He was very guilty even admitting it to himself, but at least she provided comfort to him, someone who was on his level. He wanted his Princess Punzie doll. He deeply hated this corner time.
As his blubbing was distracting the girls playing with their video games, Amy paused and approached him with his dummy, popping it in. His heart was pounding, and he didn't want to ask but, he had to.
"P-please may I have my dolly Mama?" His eyes were tight with the shame of asking, so she didn't suppress the large grin of him falling deeper and deeper into little girlhood.
"No, naughty baby. Little punished sissies don't get to play with their pretty dollies. Think about that next time you are naughty to your Mama and Mistress!"
He was embarrassed beyond belief right now, and as he stood there suc-kling, he wept gently, which Amy knew must have been him not getting his dolly to hold. He felt so alone.
After three quarters of an hour, Amy shouted over.
"Okay little miss. When you are ready to apologise you will come over here and do so to both of us, and you better make it good!"
He blushed and stood still, he didn't want to. He was upset at the day, and didn't think he'd done anything wrong. No, he would be defiant. It was time to stand up for himself, he thought. By which he meant, he would continue to stand in a little girls nightie, with a spanked bare bottom and a dummy, in the naughty corner. Some defiance.
Amy and Natalie continued to play the game as if he wasn't there, enjoying their time together.
It took five minutes before he realised his behaviour would solve nothing, and so he awkwardly, shamefully minced over to his Mama and Mistress, who paused and looked up.
He curtsied. Ugh.
"Mama, Mistress, I am very sorry."
Amy looked up expectantly.
"And what for?" She raised her eyebrows.
"For being grumpy..."
"That's not all it was. You were refusing you were a little sissy girl. You were acting like the old you. That's no longer on, is it?"
He hesitated, but didn't want more punishments.
"N-no Mama."
"So are you going to be a good sissy little girl? Hmm? Tell us."
Even through his whole ordeal he had never before felt this submissive, this humiliated. They were treating him like a real child. No game, no joke.
"I'm going to be a very good sissy little girl from now on, Mama, I promise. Sorry Miss Amy, sorry Miss Natalie."
They both gave wry smiles and knowing looks to each other. Amy continued. He was her child after all.
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babyamylee, Amy and Natalie have Chrissie right where they want him. He is now a sissy little girl and he knows his fate is sealed. Great chapter and I can't wait for the next one.
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"Okay, good little sissy. You have to go back to the corner for a little while, but as a treat, you can take your dolly, if you really want it."
That phrase, if he really wanted it, she was testing him. He was under no pressure to take it, and maybe, when he asked for it before, it was for pity, but now he had no excuse.
He hesitated and minced over to the bed and picked up his Princess and walked back to the corner, his knickers still down and bottom still on display. He held his doll for comfort and played with her. It wasn't so bad if he had something to do at least.
After another 20 minutes Natalie walked up behind him, without warning pulling up his knickers. She took his hand and led him to get dressed, before allowing him to sit with them for a while. He put his head on Natalie's shoulder, happily.
Dinner was somewhat subdued. He could not tell his Mummy about the bet, or let her into the fact that he was dismayed, so let her believe he was still waking from his nap, which led her to believe maybe even the 7pm was too late for him now. He soon perked up.
"So, chrissie, I have to ask you an honest question.." his mother responded.
"I know you are enjoying this and being a good little girl but, your birthday is coming up. You have been so good and I can't punish you forever..."
His heart pounded.
"...I will see this through, I love it. But your birthday is for the whole year and so it wouldn't be fair to treat you this way on it..." She looked hesitant to say this, but was trying to be fair.
A day off? Better than nothing. He might be able to see the boys, or go out and plan something to get away from this.
He looked up to where Mama was, sat next to and not in the eyeline of her Mother. She gave the smallest hint of a head shake.
"N-no Mommy I w-want this to last as long as possible..."
She beamed a great smile.
"That's no problem. But your presents, I will understand, you don't have to say what I want you to..."
That one hurt. He did have to say what his sister wanted him to.
"These presents are for the rest of the year. Do you still want the new graphics card for your computer? Or would you prefer pretty dollies and toys and clothes?"
He again shot a glance to his Mama. He knew.
"P-please buy me the pretties dollies and clothes and toys Mummy."
She didn't need asking twice.
"Hey Mum, that new dinosaur film is premiering on the movie channel at 7, will you watch with me?"
Amy was keen, but half teasing Chris too. She knew he had been looking forward to it for a while, the adverts had been running for months. This was further punishment for his backchat.
"Yes of course dear, but don't forget about your little sissy."
Not her brother any more, he noted, her little sissy. Maybe a respite for him? Maybe his mother would allow him to watch it?
"Oh yeah. Little missy you can go bed 30 minutes early today so we can watch it!"
He looked glum.
He was put into his crib in her room at 6:30pm as promised. It was light out. He could hear the voices of children playing, and the hum of the TV. So much for his summer.
She sat down next to him and started to read to him from a children's book. He groaned.
"Mummy isn't around, you really don't need to do that..." He said, mustering his sweetest, most submissive voice so not to anger her.
"Don't worry baby. I can tell you are coming around to all this! You will enjoy your bedtime stories with Mama just as much as you do everything else!" With that she popped in the dummy he hoped she had missed.
She continued reading him about the Princess as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and he had no choice but to listen to her talk down to him.
By the time she'd finished telling him a story, her tones had made him rather tired, and she was hurrying herself to get to the television, he noticed that his doll had been left on the dressing table.
He momentarily panicked, and cried out, but she didn't seem to hear.
In reality, she just thought he was whining, so, under his dummy, he cried out girlishly. Such a traitor to himself, but when she turned around, he was looking crestfallen and pointing to the doll guiltily, too ashamed to say anything.
She beamed. "You really do need her now don't you?"
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babyamylee, Another great chapter. Can't wait for the next one.
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Looking forward to the next chapter??👶🏼
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He looked down.
"You want your dolly hmm?" She looked optimistic, friendly, she no longer had to tease or taunt him. Kneeling in his crib in a frilly nightie, with pigtails, make up, suc-king a dummy, he was defeated.
He nodded his head guiltily.
"Tell Mama how much you love her, maybe I will get it..."
It no longer mattered. A whole year, this was his life now.
"Wiv all my heart Mama!" He said, through his dummy, with enthusiasm. He needed that doll.
"How much do you love your Mama?"
He blushed. "Sho sho much Mama I wuv you sho much!"
She smiled. He was so cute right now.
"Isn't it better that I'm in charge now?"
He nodded enthusiastically. "Yesh Mama. Sho much better! Pleashe shtay in charge forever!"
She giggled.
"Now...what was it he wanted..." she said playfully.
"D-dolly...." he whispered, shamefully.
"Was it...this book, hmm?"
She was playing. He shook his head. It wasn't that.
"Was it...little mermaid?"
"Nuh-uhh!" he said, playing along.
"Oh I know how he loves his new pretty dresses...was it his pretty pink dress?"
He giggled and shook his head. What was that, he thought. This was such a simple game, why did he laugh?
"Oh I know. He wants his pretty dolly!"
He nodded enthusiastically. He knew this was embarrassing but this was his life for a year.
She handed her over through the bars of his crib, stroking his cheek, and he both loved and hated her in this moment. He hated mostly that he loved her. She handed him a sippy cup, and told him to "get his milkies".
Obediently, he lay back, holding his dolly close gratefully, drinking, up, before replacing his dummy.
As he lay back he could hear the dinosaur movie, very faintly, and he groaned through his dummy, tears silently rolling down. He went to sleep wondering what exactly he was becoming.
He once again woke in the middle of the night, needing the potty. He noticed his dummy had stayed in, and this, coupled with a realisation of how normal all this was becoming, he started to cry, which woke Amy.
As he sat on the toilet, his doting sister by his side, he reflected how he was trapped. He couldn't go without her, and he couldn't sneak away for anything. He couldn't use any time to be a boy right now even if he wasn't watched. If they gave him a day to himself, he had no idea where his male clothes where, and he was feeling so needy he wasn't even sure what he'd want to do.
He woke on the eve of his birthday, in his sisters room. The dummy was firmly in his mouth still, and as his sister called his name he suc-ked it instinctively, which made her giggle. He didn't know why she giggled, he didn't understand.
"Wakey wakey Mama's princess!" She said. Just as she did, their mother called for her, and she had to leave him. He had been woken by his own sister, yet could not get out of bed without her.
There he sat, in his crib. His thin, pretty nightie, his cotton knickers feeling soft. He had such conflicting emotions. He was trying to rationalise everything, that he was comfortable, that he could get used to things, but this act humiliated him. He fixed his own pigtails that had come slightly loose, and, suc-king on his dummy, picked up his doll and mouthed the words "another day" to her, sadly. He was losing his old self and it panicked him.
He could sit there waiting in silence, but it was so mind dumbing. He was already getting simpler. So he picked up his other dolls and started to play. He had no other way of entertaining himself or passing the time.
His sister came in after 45 minutes, walking in without him noticing. There he was, the sissy boy, with his dolls all sat around as he pantomimed with them.
She set up a camera and left him for another 20. She came back and he was still at it. Sure, he had nothing else to do, but a real boy would have gone back to sleep or sat there in boredom, she reasoned. Here he was, having conversations.
After letting him out and leaving him to his "Mummy" for breakfast, she reviewed the footage. He had long, conversations with the dolls. What their favourite dresses were. His, she learned, was his pink party dress. He even asked them what kinds of boys they liked. When it came to his turn, he just said strong tall dark princes. She knew how he felt about Natalie, this was part of the game, but she had something there to use for the future, she thought, confidently.
On Chris' mind was his forthcoming birthday. His mind was racing. How could he tell his mother he wanted this for a whole year? Maybe, if he told her the truth, she would finally relent and let him get out of this. Maybe, it would make no difference. Could he take the chance that she would follow up on the contract to make it permanent? Could he take the chance that a year as a little sissy girl would change him forever? He had to admit it to himself, he was changing, and this was too much. He needed his dolly. He found entertainment in little girls things. He needed his sister for everything. After a year what would be left? Could he take the chance?
He concluded he could not afford to spend the rest of his life like this.
He would recover after a year, surely. Even after a year of being an impotent child with no maturity. Eventually children grew up and so would he.
Later as he was sat on his playmat, with his dolls, in his "favourite" pastel pink, poofy party dress, both his sister and his Mistress Natalie entered.
"Hello little sissy..."
Natalie was the first to speak. Dressed as she was in denim shorts, fishnets, and a low cut vest top, with high heeled open toe shoes. She was getting more grown up, by the day.
"My my, how pretty and sweet you have become."
She said this with a warmth. He didn't have any choice in this life. But he still could not let her down even so, and gave her a welcoming smile. His pink lipstick pursing to give the most perfectly feminine smile, his thick long eye lashes batting unconsciously. If nothing else, he looked incredibly cute.
Amy noticed his enthusiasm.
"We've been talking with Mummy about tomorrow princess. It's your big birthday. Can you remember that?"
Of course he could. But he couldn't let on how obvious this question seemed to him. It may earn him corner time.
He nodded, quickly putting aside the obviousness of the question and treating it seriously.
Natalie smiled. "Do you remember what you have to tell your Mummy, little princess fussy knickers?"
Another cringe that he immediately disregarded. It was this disregardings that were the reason he was regressing fast. He had no more reason to question, but he should have done it anyway. He nodded.
"Tell Mama and Mistress what that is child. Tell us like the soft little girl we know you are now. Tell Mama what chrissie has to say and say it how he will talk tomorrow." His Mama said, confidently.
He paused. The two girls looking over him were so much stronger and mature than he was right now he couldn't help but feel intimidated.
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babyamylee, I love how Chrissie is regressing into the little girl that he is becoming. His birthday is coming up and he really wants to tell his mummy that he doesn't want to do this anymore; but he is also worried that if he does, this will become permanent. Great chapter and I want more.
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So hot I got so hard reading this. The best part is how he’s so ashamed of himself. Can’t wait to see the birthday party. Hopefully he gets ballet lessons as a gift.
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"Wittle chwissie has to tell his Mummy he wants to be a wittle sissy girl for a whole year an' make it sound wike he wants it more than anythin'," he said, softly, and as feminine as he could.
Natalie pantomimed her heart exploding in a gigantic swoon, which assured him he'd done the right thing. Amy continued.
"Very good, sissy. We both want this to be perfect. You want this to be perfect, don't you?"
He hesitated. This wouldn't necessarily go very well. Natalie approached him, sitting down next to him and enveloping him, pushing his head onto her soft breast.
He nodded profusely.
"You want to please Mama and your Mistress, don't you sissy?" Amy continued. He nodded further. He was in heaven. His small privates were twitching in his plastic protection, but still soft and limp no matter how much they tried to wake up.
Amy looked across at Natalie, with anxiety. This must be important, he reasoned.
"Well tomorrow, we have convinced your Mummy to call it all off..."
His heart pounded. Was this it? Was this his final reprieve? Perhaps they had felt how conflicted he was. How far they had gone. Perhaps they had got too bored.
He started to blush madly, to fidget.
"...but of course, that's not what we want...is it?"
Crestfallen, he noticed her tone, and what was expected of him. His life for a year.
"N-no Mama.." he said, tearfully.
Natalie beamed. "Good sissy. This is what you want now, I'm so proud of you!"
It wasn't, but he couldn't even think of correcting her right now. He was too besotted and everyone knew it.
"You are not only going to have to ask her for the year, you might have to...beg," said Amy.
This was especially cruel. Not only would he have to beg his Mother to keep him like this for a year, his freedom would be one word away if only he hadn't made that stupid bet.
Amy wasn't trying to hurt him, just solidify this and make sure it all went in the right trajectory. Their mother would assume this was all his idea now and never worry about it. She wouldn't treat it as a punishment or question it. She would do her best to make it happen perfectly. And he would get used to it all eventually. She convinced her mother to keep the presents and party, just in case he surprised them, but to announce it at the start and see how it goes.
He buried his head in Natalie's strong, reassuring chest.
Natalie was clearly there for emotional support and nothing more, mouthing a "there there" and stroking his blond pigtailed hair as Amy continued.
"No matter what she says you have to convince her, and no matter what favours she asks in return, you will agree to them. You will do all of this in your most prissiest, sweetest sissy voice. You will look so scared that she will change you back that you will cry not to let her. By the end, she wont have any option but to carry on. Do we agree? Or does the contract come out? Are we going to spend a lovely, nice, sweet afternoon with our favourite little sissy boy or a spanked little mister who will spend an afternoon with the corner with a sore little bottom and his knickers down? And no dolly..."
The carrot and stick, it seemed harsh, but at least there was a good option open, so long as he agreed.
He did not raise his head, merely nodding agreement.
"Then repeat after Mama.." he looked into her expecting eyes.
"I will be a good sissy little girl."
"..I..will be a good sissy lit..little girl..."
"I will obey unquestioningly...actually, that word is too big for you now. I will always obey Mama no matter what."
"I will always obey Mama no matter what..."
"I will be the perfect little girl for a whole year."
He closed his eyes, some tears fell down his cheeks.
"I will be the perfect little girl for a whole year."
"I accept I am now a child and will not complain about that."
He sobbed. "I...I accept I am...now a child and will not complain..."
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Please invite us to the party. What should I get Chrissy for a birthday present? What should we wear? It should be so much fun.
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babyamylee, That was a great chapter. Chrissie is really becoming a little girl, even if he doesn't like it. I can't wait for his birthday party. It should be lots of fun.
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The promise to have a good time was not idly made. The afternoon was spent with them fussing over him, treating him nicely. It was hard to stomach how they saw him, but they were so nice to him he could not help just being nice back.
They had him give a fashion show, taught him to dance like his sisters pop stars. Natalie took him in her arms and danced him around the room, his skirts swishing around as she led him.
The afternoon ended with him on the floor, watching Little Mermaid, as Natalie and Amy sat on the couch with their arms around each other.
They were very close friends, he pondered. It was better that they were, because he'd see Natalie more often. Were they always this close though? The newfound naivety of a child.
Natalie was growing fond of Amy for what she had done and was starting to think about her own sexuality, bringing Amy closer to her to explore her feelings, making sure her muscular arms were around her, showing her how safe she would be.
Amy was blissful. Here she was, with her best friend, closer than ever, and her brother, totally submissive, obedient, pretty, emasculated and above all cute. She lay back into Natalie's strong arms, feeling the moment, as Natalie playfully stroked her skin.
Tomorrow would be key. Amy knew there was no way her mother would accept a whole year if he just told her about everything, even if she was desperate for it, but he had become so naive and weak that she banked on him playing along and sealing his fate.
She lay back content, and looked up at Natalie, who gave her a very happy smile and bit her lip. What was this? She didn't know but it felt so special right now so she took Natalie's arm and positioned it further around, stroking it to make her feel comfortable and finished the film.
For the last act of the day she had chrissie practise a childish dance. He was not sure why and it was very shameful to him especially in front of these girls, but he figured they had earned a little faith since they had been so nice and he dutifully did his best to learn its simple and effeminate moves, which they applauded like he was reciting Shakespeare and congratulated him like it was the hardest thing in the world.
Being put to bed that night, his Mama assured him everything would be okay from now on that he would get used to everything, that he would learn to love his life. He somehow doubted it all, he thought, as he suc-ked his dummy. After another milk and a princess bedtime story, he fell into a frustrated sleep. It was 1030 before he needed the potty today. Needing a grown up for this made him more infantile than ever.
As he sat on the potty his Mama made him promise to act and talk childishly all day tomorrow, he became more tense than ever.
It was the day of his birthday. For once, he was awake before his sister was pulling covers off him, with some anxiety. This was it, the day he would have to beg his mother for a year dressed, treated, and disciplined as a little girl completely under his sisters control. She would do her best to make regress him so he was helpless, and he knew it. The thought made him shudder.
He was glum, trapped, and needed the potty. Toilet. He needed the toilet. He was even thinking childishly. His distraction meant he did not realise his Mama had come in, grinning through his bars.
"Happy birthday sissy chrissie! You're going to be good today hmm? Member your lil promise last night?"
"H-hewwo Mama..." he said, obediently. "Yes Mama..."
She beamed. He remembered the baby talk.
"Good! Today will go a lot easier if you are good for Mama!"
He blushed crimson. How could he rebel? He had nothing to rebel with!
His former sister noticed how he did not need to be told where to go. After tucking his doll into his bed, it was into the bathroom where he waited patiently to be undressed of his girlish night clothes. Then playing obediently.
He was dressed in his pale blue Alice dress, which was very comfortable, pleasingly poofy and practical, he thought. What? No, it was icky and he hated it. Very uncomfortable having his lower half open and his knickers exposed! At least, he tried to convince himself, shamefully.
Mama, err, Amy, made sure he was extra neat for his birthday. His nails were painted deep red like his lips, his eyebrows freshly plucked, white knee socks and black mary janes like the titular character from Wonderland. He held out his hand for his Mama to lead him. She noticed his girlish walk which had not been broken for days now.
Was this all him just being obedient? How much was second nature? She did not know, or would not ask lest she broke some spell. He did not realise just how girlish he had become, swaying his hips and wrists as he daintily walked naturally, holding his sisters hand tight anxiously for the first curtsy of the day, his Mummy, who seemed to make him shrink tenfold just by her loving all this.
After a big happy birthday and a fuss over him and his dress he was sat down to breakfast, with milk in a sippy cup and some mush he couldn't work out.
His morning was spent amusing his sister through girlishness, but at least he got to play instead of work. Even if the playing was with little girls toys.
Lunch looked more sombre than usual.
Both Mummy and Mama were sat, looking serious. He remembered one of his promises and braced himself.
It was Mummy who led this conversation, something he was no longer used to entirely.
"Honey, it's your birthday. I've been so so happy with you these past weeks. It has been such a pleasure for me and for your Mama."
She looked crestfallen about what she was about to say.
"I've been talking with your sister. Cause that's who she is right?"
She paused, but he did not agree. As always, Amy was sat next to her Mother, outside her line of sight, so he could see her strong glances but his Mother could not.
She continued, hesitantly.
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babyamylee, OH Boy, Chrissie is about to tell his mummy that he wants to stay as a little girl. I can't wait to see what is next.
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"After some discussion, we've both decided that its time to have your freedom. I loved all this, but its not fair on you. You have delighted us long enough. It's heartbreaking for me to say, but tomorrow, you can go back to being a full boy again. I've not prepared for it this birthday, as we kind of decided late, but it's time to stop punishing."
His heart pounded. He knew this was coming, but it was too much for him to contemplate. A life time of questions came and passed him by in a minute as he squirmed in his little dress. The thought of him all going back to normal again!
Then he looked over to his sister, with her firm, expectant look. Oh right, the contract. If his mother saw that, one year would turn to many and his Mum was enjoying this too much to stop, he reasoned.
His heart was pounding, his mind racing, but he had to get this out of the way.
"M-Mummy...i...don't want to go back right now...i want to s-stay as a little girl."
She looked shocked. Surprised.
"Honey, I know you are confused right now, but in the cold light of day you know this is not what you want is it?"
She seemed concerned that he would be too hasty. There was a glimmer of hope in her voice though. Inside, her heart was pounding too. She hoped beyond hope this was real.
"No, it isn't what you want. You're just confused right now. I have to stop being selfish..."
Selfish. That meant she really really wanted him like this. He was more nervous than ever. Having to beg to be kept as a little girl was bad enough.
She continued, watching his nervousness with curiosity.
"No. We will have your little girls birthday I planned, its too late to change, but tomorrow, you have to go back."
"P-please!" he blurted, to her astonishment.
"This is no joke! I l-love my d-dresses and dollies, I l-love my Mama and want her to be in charge! I...beg you Mummy...I beg you. I'll do anything!"
She smiled broadly. Amy had a satisfied grin.
"Hmm. Maybe I'll let you finish the summer if that's how you feel.."
Chrissie knew this was not going to be enough.
"Please don't make me go back, I want to stay like this!"
This would be a tough sell. But a year was better than life.
His mother laughed heartily.
"You love it that much? I'm sorry you can't not go to school!"
"M-maybe just a year then...just let me be l-like this a year..."
She paused for thought. A full year. She decided to lay it out.
"Well if you choose that, you need to know what that will entail okay?
No tantrums or back outs. It will be full time, and you will be an obedient little girl and treated as such. I can't be expected to flip flop all the time, so you get one choice and this is it. I can't keep this a secret for a full year, so people will eventually find out, and I will even take you out. You should look forward to it. The more people know the more treat you as you are asking to be treated.
Your device will not come off. Children are not aware of adult sensations and you can't pick and choose what you want from this, so for a year you will not know those pleasures.
I don't expect you will ever get back to normal after a year like this.
You'll never truly consider yourself equal to your Mama again or leave this behind fully. Your mind will get more childish and girly.
I wont even hesitate to treat you as the little girl you are at all times, so if you even mention being a big boy before you will be punished like the child you are.
If people find out you will not make excuses, you will tell them this is what you want and you will do it sweetly, kindly, like your Mama's good little girl.
She will remain your primary carer and I wont get in her way."
It was all devastating. Could he really not just back out? He couldn't risk. With tears in his eyes he nodded.
"A nod wont do. You have to ask me so I am convinced this is what you want. Convince me."
He wanted this over, and curtsied.
"Please Mommy please. Don't make me be a grown boy. Let Mama keep me as her little girl, please. I'll be good. I beg you please."
She sighed, giving a contented smile.
"Well, okay. I wont ask again. If you want out, you can ask your Mama in a year I suppose, if she lets you."
Amy, secretly very nervous and flustered, was so excited to get her wish. Her own sissy for a year, and it was her brother, and by the time she was done there would be no going back.
"Okay, time to get little Miss fussy ready for her birthday party!" Amy beamed.
He was once again undressed out of his Alice dress, perfumed. and then she placed pale pink tights over him. Then she approached him with a very familiar garment. Oh no.
It was the pink flouncy tutu style dance dress that had got him into this situation in the first place.
All of this had been a culture shock, so he looked at his Mamas eyes resignedly and sobbed as he allowed her obediently to dress him. Her punishment had ended up so long ago and had been so mild. Now he was going to experience it as day to day life with no benefit to him other than to clothe him normally.
He looked sissier than ever. His hair was getting longer, he was flouncing around femininely like it was second nature. His Mother was right, how could he go back.
It hurt that she laughed when he was introduced to her dressed this way. What could he do now? Risk a spanking by telling her he wanted to change? She wasn't the one who could change him anyway.
"Okay, take your sissy to fetch your Aunt and cousin while I finish up the party!"
He panicked, and almost wet himself. Cousin Kelly and Aunt Elise, the whole reasons for this, would see him like this, and with his mother there he wouldn't be able to get the truth out. He'd have to play along or risk a punishment!
He almost fell through weakness, and if he wasn't holding Amy's hand like a child he would have. It did not go unnoticed.
"Something wrong chrissie?" Mummy said.
"M-maybe they don't have to come Mummy?"
"That's my sister and her precious daughter. Of course she can come any time she wants. Don't be bold."
Resigned, he tried to save himself the journey over.
"C-can't she drop me at M-Mistress N-natalie's while sh-she fetches them?"
Anna gave an epic eye roll.
"You are going to have to get this out soon, it might as well be now. This isn't for children to worry about. You just go and be good. If that's okay with your Mama?"
"Yes it is" Amy said, with a patronising voice.
"Do you need your dolly?"
He thought about it. He was so nervous. This wasn't happening. He nodded, and she handed him his soft Rapunzel doll.
She grabbed his hand, waltzing him out to the door. He was panicking, but her strength was too great for him and he walked towards it anyway. Before he knew what was happening he was outside.
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babyamylee, I LOVE IT!!!!! Chrissie has sealed his fate for the next year and maybe longer. He will act and be treated like a little girl for that year. I can't wait for the next chapter. WELL DONE!!!!
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OMG! this story absolutely rocked out LOUD.
i didn't intend to read it in one sitting but i sure did! i sincerely hope you are planning updates.
minor criticisms..... and i apologize, it's the english major in me. :D
small items but the same issue:
you dropped hints about bathroom use, his use of the computer, and his mother spending a lot of extra time in his room. the possibilities were tantalizing but they went nowhere. foreshadowing without payoff is a bit of a cheat.
HOWEVER...... don't lose sight of the main fact:
this story is AMAZING. it's well plotted and carries on at a steady pace. decent characters, and motivations. the fact chris just constantly digs his own grave is well done.
i know it may be intimidating, but let me add to the chorus of folks who are hoping at some point you'll do an update/continuation/full on part 2.
THANK YOU for a nice evening's entertainment.
J.
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The walk was short enough. He realised the only chance he had was to play naturally. Sure, some people might put two and two together, but he'd be better off with passing strangers if they thought he was a genuine girl. His heart pounded but he grasped his Mama's hand tightly, she really was his guardian now, and he needed her strength.
Luckily he was not recognised, but he soon would be. The door of his Aunts house was ominous. He had been there many times before but not recently. Not since...his change.
He grasped his sisters hand tighter, which she noticed, to her satisfaction.
"You will not tell her about the punishment, or the bet little Chrissie. You will let Mama do the talking. Can you manage that Princess?"
Could he managed such a simple instruction? Yes. He could, he thought.
Each knock on the door represented a banging heartbeat.
Kelly opened, looking tired as if she'd woken from a nap, and noticed Amy at first, saying hello and then looking at the very girlish friend she had brought.
The girlish friend who was wearing her old stupid ultra girly tutu...
After a double take and a rub of her eyes excitedly, she opened the door wide, calling for Aunt Elise.
"Mum! Come here!"
As if this was the biggest news of all time.
Along came Aunt Elise, with a puzzled expression, fixing first on Amy. Then her jaw dropped, and they both burst into first of giggles.
"Who is your little friend, Amy?" she said, heartily.
"This is Chrissie" she said, matter of factly.
"Say hello Chrissie, properly."
To their astonishment, he obeyed, curtsying.
"H-hello Aunt Elise, hel-lo M-Miss Kelly...I'm C-chrissie..."
Amy took over.
"He wants to be a very little girl now. We tried to stop him but this is what he wants and he's so much cuter like this don't you agree? He begged his Mummy so she's going to keep him like this for a year and see how he is after but she decided to put me in charge because I can keep a close eye on him more."
They both beamed too. It seemed like the women of his life loved their boys to be soft and girly.
"We were going to have a barbeque and all his friends over but instead he's having a little tea party before his baby bedtime. Will you come?"
They managed to stop giggling for long enough to agree, and walked him home, giggling every time they noticed something new about him from his walk, to his nails to the realisation that he would be in female underwear.
Kelly led him by the hand while the two "grown ups" chatted about it all, Amy inventing new and fresh ways to describe how this was all his idea. Would Mummy play along? At this stage he knew the answer was certainly.
Apparently, he'd been sneaking into his sisters wardrobe to wear her knickers for years, and he was only happy when he was playing with dolls in one of her dresses. They all found out and decided to give in to his dreams. All news to him but what could he say at this point?
"He doesn't...you know...get excited about it? It's not..." Elise mouthed the word fetish out of his eyesight, as if it was taboo to say in front of a little child.
"Oh no, in fact as he's just a little girl now its all been locked up down there! Only I have a key. He's as helpless as a real child!" The giggling turned him a fresh paint of crimson.
When he got inside, he was sent upstairs again, to dress in his Alice dress. At least the tutu tights covered his underpants, he thought.
"It's going to be very nervous for a little girl like you. Do you think you need your dolly?"
He nodded, shamefully. A comfort blanket.
"Think you might need your dummy?"
He thought, and blushed, and in the hesitation she pushed in his pink dummy and attached it to his dress. If he was a real boy he'd have said no right away, she thought.
When he was led downstairs the party was all made up. Lots of pink sparkly balloons and a big girly banner with Happy 3rd Birthday Princess on it, which made him cringe. All the presents had pink or white wrapping. No boys were present at his party of course. His world was not a boys world any more. He felt smaller than ever and held his dolly and grabbed Amy's hand as tight as he could, which didn't phase her. He was a weak child and was resigned to it.
There was a table on the floor, like a tea party, and he daintily walked over and sat at the gap. The newcomers were very surprised at how adept the boy was with feminine movements and wearing a dress gracefully.
The attention was overwhelming. Everyone was being very nice, which made him so conflicted. He didn't want to be happy. He didn't want to be accepted. He wanted to be a boy, but everything was going so fast and he could tell he was changing, and the niceness made him feel a little giddy. He looked over at his sister and gave her a slight smile, which made her very proud.
He looked around. His mother, so happy with him, so proud, no longer worried about him or his future. He loved her. Why did she like him like this? His sister, who he needed for everything, was protecting him, fussing over him every day. She wasn't mean when he behaved, he thought. She was very nice. Maybe he could be nice for her. His cousin Kelly seemed to have changed 180. She didn't like him much before, but was now overjoyed. His auntie seemed to find him delightful. And then he looked to is Goddess Natalie.
She was proud of him. She was strong. She was divine. She paid him more attention than ever. She looked down on him in a way that would have panicked a boy but made him feel so safe and secure and kept.
She was wearing a tight red dress and fishnets, with red heels and matching lips. Had she dressed all for him?
A wide smile came across his lipsticked, dummied mouth as he was cheered by them.
Every present he opened was more girls toys. He pondered glumly about what he had asked for, but it hurt to think, so he reflected on what he had instead. Lots more new toys to stop the boredom. Lots more new dresses, they were comfy and looked pretty...What was he saying?
After fussing over him, and eating cake, it was his bedtime. He did think he'd get to stay up, but no such luck. But there was another surprise, and all the women were invited to stay as he was to see it for the first time. He was led upstairs, but instead of going to his sisters room, he was led to his.
The plaque on the door said "Sissy's nursery".
His mother opened the door and he was led in. His legs gave way and he dropped to his knees. The whole room was a little girls nursery. His furniture was pink. There were princess and pony posters all over. The carpet was pink, with a little child's play mat on the floor. In the corner was a playpen. She opened the wardrobe and drawers to show him his clothes. All dresses. All panties. All little girls outfits. All his boys clothes were gone.
He had a vanity with makeup and perfume and a lot of hair accessories for his long hair. Pigtails would be a big part of his future.
It was too much. Tears welled up, but he fought them. Amy spoke.
"Now honey, while I'm in school, Mummy will have to babysit, but she can't watch you all day, which is why we got this pen. Just to protect you okay?" He said nothing.
"Also, now you have your own room, I can't watch you in the night, so don't panic about the next part, it's just for your own good."
This was just too much, the tears were trying very hard to come and he knew when they did it would be over for him completely.
She stripped him in front of all the girls, causing him to suc-k on his dummy hard. There was a little bit of giggling at the small device on his privates, and he was laid on a large new table in the corner. She then went into a drawer and pulled out something which made him very nervous. It was a nappy. A pink hearts nappy.
She stroked his cheek and kissed him, telling him she was very proud. Was this teasing? No, they were past that now. This was real pride, and he could do nothing now but accept what was coming. She explained that he would need them as she could not be there to let him out during the night, or when he was penned in with his dolls.
She powdered him and pulled the nappy over his pale, white hairless lower regions, trapping his chastity under a soft canopy. He thought of positivity, it was too much and he needed some. He thought of his sisters love, of Natalie, of his dolly.
It was taped up, and some plastic panties were pulled up, as well as some large pink cotton knickers. His "favourite" Princess Rapunzel was on his brand new nightie, and as he was led to his crib.
All the women patronisingly said night night to the boy and left him, on his birthday, at 6:30pm. The light shone out, through his pink hearts curtains. Only Amy and Natalie were left.
"Remember when this all started? You thought it was all an outrage. You thought I was trying to hurt you. Now look. I knew all along, sissy. You are happy now. I can tell you are beginning to like this and it wont be long until you're happier than ever before. I did this all for you. I love you my little sissy!"
She kissed him tenderly, and he said nothing, the tears flowing gently. Natalie was next.
"Mistress is very proud of you. You are what every boy should strive to be. Soft, weak, lovely. I love you my sweet." She kissed him too. His privates giving a very weak twitch but otherwise having learned their lesson. The bars were put up, them leaning on them like he was a zoo animal being watched.
He looked over, and noticed they were holding hands. Natalie gave Amy a longing look. Amy looked momentarily confused, but when Natalie moved in, she held her, and they kissed tenderly, over him, as he whimpered like a baby.
"Our first kiss..." Natalie said. "I've been waiting for so long. I did once think about moving on Chris but.." she shrugged. He cried gently.
"Your strength, kindness and beauty made me fall for you."
They kissed again, and plopped down the lid. There were a number of Disney princesses together painted on the underside now, he could not escape their gaze.
"Come on, let's join the others at the party. Now the fun begins." His party, which he wasn't permitted to be in.
They kissed passionately again.
They walked out holding each other, to his chagrin.
He looked around at his nursery, his dresses, and clutched a number of his dolls tightly, and realised while his computer was still there, he couldn't get near it any more. He cried himself to sleep.
He woke up with an aching bladder, and cried. No one came. After 30 mind of rebellion he flooded his nappy, and reflected that he could do nothing about it. He was going to be a little girl for a year and goodness knows how much longer.
That was the last of his fight. His wet nappy, his dollies, his dummy, his impotence. He accepted it there and then and kissed his dolly night night.
The End
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babyamylee, I am sorry to see this story end. This has been a fantastic ride. Chrissie has had his fate sealed and there is no way out. Congratulations on being a GREAT writer.
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Thanks for a great story. Would love an epilogue telling what happened a year later??
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I was thinking of writing a sequel for a epilogue and I started it but I did get some comments which really put me off earlier. I might do it another time.
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I was thinking of writing a sequel for a epilogue and I started it but I did get some comments which really put me off earlier. I might do it another time.
It seems as though this story was a resounding success for a lot of people, but you definitely deserve a break. I think a lot of people would welcome an epilogue with open arms, but as the author, it's entirely up to you. There is that adage about leaving them wanting more, after all!
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So very, very sorry to see this delightful tale come to and end. But, all good things must come to an end - and this story was a very good thing - in my view, a ‘classic’ of this genre. My thanks to the author for the creativity, time and energy devoted to creating it - and for being so kind to share it.
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I have been reading your story from the beginning and have loved the story. You built up the birthday party for what it seemed like a long time. Your story telling with emotions and description were what made the story come alive and have the reader really feeling sorry for Chris. I’m disappointed in that the last chapter though. It felt rushed compared to the other chapters. Not as much detail as in previous chapters. For example, what did his Aunt give him as a birthday present. That would have been a clue if she knew of Chris’s punishment. What kind of toys did he get? Any clue that he would be getting a nursery?
I feel that his mother was never going to allow him to be a boy. That the option to be a boy again was just another mind game to trick Chris into another year. You could have had a flash back of his mother and sister planning the baby girl’s room and the birthday party and the planning of the deception.
He got a baby girls room but will he also be surprised with baby bottles, high chair, child harness, car seat. Of course, the main surprise has to be a special spanking giver for when he is a bad baby.
Please add a few chapters as a flashback from Chris’s memory of the day and of his mom and sister’s conversations.
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My Mommy says I have to continue writing stories so I will revisit this one later. It will be after a few others I'm working on but will be a sequel story that will overlap I think so don't worry Bobbie, you'll get another chapter technically going into more detail of his life plus some more.
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I hope it has hypnosis in it.
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This was a well-written story line and I have to add my hope to the others that have asked for the continuing adventures of Little Chrissie.
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Sorry everyone, I'm working through a few stories right now, but been a little slow going as I get down sometimes. I will get to posting some of these when I can, could be a while though as I don't publish till I finish! kisses.